Miami Beach is a bustling place, full of happy tourists, begrudging residents, and flashing lights and libertinism freely flowing alongside the patter of a thousand languages. And as with any big city, hidden amongst the commotion are cryptids and other folk of myth. They tend not to make themselves known — after all, they’re merely going about their business as you and I are.
Welcome, to the Cabaret, a curio-adjacent inn nestled in Biscayne, Beijing, Berlin, and dozens of other secret entrances across the globe. All manner of undead, mythical, or just eccentric folk frequent this place. And with any such establishment, tales of all sorts get exchanged here.
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The contents of this site, and the setting at large, are a comedic/gothic/horrific collaboration between Ræl H. Bishop and ROADKILL FRANKENSTEIN. There isn't a big, overarching plotline, at least not yet; it's more a series of short stories featuring some of the personalities shown below. You can access the stories above, or at the setting's Tumblr page.
Drammatis Personæ
Some of the manifold regulars of the Cabaret.
Grim
Death took my hand, but forgot the rest of me.
Theo
Peace, love, and herbal teas.
Brennos
Memento mori, memento vivere.
Manson
Death and taxes, huh?
Maeve
I have to be a girl, a teenager, and a witch all at the same time. This blows.
Orwell
Studying man-made horrors so they are no longer beyond my comprehension... I think...