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Name: "Moley's Comedy Club & Bar"
Author: snailjail
Rating: 47/51
Created at: Thu Dec 23 2021
SURVIVAL DIFFICULTY: Class 0
🔶 Safe
🔶 Secure
🔶 Devoid of Entities
Item description

Advertisement found outside of Entity 65.
Entity Number: 65
Habitat(s) - Level 11, Level 33, Level 122, Level 201, Level 230, Others
Description
Moley's Comedy Club & Bar is a small pub run by two entities, Moley and Mickey, who are considered to be extensions of the establishment itself. From the outside, there are no distinguishable features that would separate the entrance from a normal door found in whichever level it currently resides. There are, however, various flyers that are posted around an 8 km (5 mi) radius of the business with vague directions on how to reach it. These papers will physically vanish and reappear near the bar once it changes location, even if they have been collected and moved to another level.
In terms of the interior, Moley's is roughly 9 x 12 x 5 m (30 x 40 x 16 ft). The walls are comprised of dark oak accented by red wallpaper, and most of the furniture is mahogany with accompanying red trim. Since the location of the front door is a fixed point, patrons will invariably enter near the room's southeast corner. Directly ahead of this lies a large marble countertop with six booths, behind which is a series of shelves that reach the ceiling stocked with a vast array of different alcohols. The entire west wall is taken up by Mickey's stage, and the rest of the space is occupied by low-set tables and chairs that are situated in front of it. Everything is illuminated relatively well by light sources with no determinable origin point. While the Wi-Fi signal here is strong, there is an anomalous force that prevents recordings of any kind beyond written accounts and Mickey's cassette tapes, which supposedly exists "in order to protect customer confidentiality and copyright law."
Behaviors
The Bar
The bar regularly manifests itself in one of many possible levels for intervals that have not been found to follow a fixed pattern. It is able to materialize anywhere with sufficient indoor space and electricity, though it is significantly more likely to appear in levels that contain cities and/or shopping outlets. It always replaces a pre-existing room when it transfers to a new level, and said room will return intact once it departs.1 This process ensures that organic tissue will not be phased into other matter, so any person caught off-guard by a warp will only experience sudden spatial displacement and mild nausea.
While it could feasibly house more people, the occupancy limit for customers within Moley's is six. If maximum occupancy is reached, the door will simply disappear until one of its patrons wishes to exit. The bar does not treat foreign entities as "customers," and any entity that attempts to enter or loiters too close to the premises will be teleported to an unknown location. This ability to warp others also extends to humans, as it is possible to be brought with the bar when it changes levels if anyone happens to be there at that time and if they confirm that they want to stay. If they would rather remain on the current level, or if "closing time" is announced, they will be left behind by the teleportation.
Moley
Moley is ever-present within the building and exclusively remains behind the counter as a bartender. She is efficient in her work and adept at making any drink to a customer’s exact specifications. If someone asks for a brand or ingredient that is not present on the shelves, she will dismiss herself and enter an adjacent door that spontaneously materializes before quickly returning with what was requested. No Wanderer has ever had to actually pay or barter for a drink served by Moley, but she will nevertheless eventually refuse to continue serving people for the reason that they have “reached the limit on their tab.” This has no correlation to one's particular level of inebriation, and there has never been a verifiable consequence associated with maxing out one’s tab.
Moley is often amicable to anyone she serves, and she appears to take pleasure in listening to the problems and worries of others. Visitors frequently cite her demeanor as being relaxing despite her relatively unexpressive voice and flat cadence. She is generally willing to divulge information on various subjects when asked. However, her understanding of the Backrooms does not necessarily align with what is known via the database. She will also refuse to talk about the private details of other customers, as well as anything else that would “violate work policy.”
Mickey
Mickey appears less often than Moley, usually only showing up during his stand-up routines. He will always enter stage right and exit stage left through doors that temporarily pop into existence. And lemme tell ya, the guy’s got a WICKED sense of humor! His material is nearly universally regarded as lacking in humor or good taste altogether. He never acknowledges that his performances are being received poorly unless he is directly heckled, in which case he will merely fire back with a retort before continuing. After his shows, he will offer the crowd some of his recorded tapes for free, which is normally met with rejection. He can rarely be seen near the bar chatting with either Moley or a customer; in the latter case, it is only when they have been receptive towards his comedy.
Biology
Moley
A lanky humanoid whose head is a caricature of a rabbit. She stands approximately 3.8 m (12.1 ft) tall when fully upright. Her arms have an extra joint compared to most bipeds, and all of her visible points of articulation resemble those of a doll. People who have touched her have reported that her hands feel similar to a taxidermied animal. Though her voice is clearly projected from her face, her mouth does not move in any way when she speaks, and she is unable to emote beyond bodily gestures. There are stitches lining the base of her neck and the material covering her eyes, although she claims that they do not impede her or cause any pain.
Mickey
A humanoid whose head looks to be a bird's, possibly from the Ramphastidae family. Extremely handsome. While his proportions are broader than Moley's, he is still almost as tall, reaching 3.5 m (11.4 ft). Much like her, his mouth is permanently fixed in its open position, and his eyesight remains unimpaired despite the buttons that are directly sewn over the holes in his mask. His joints do not seem to have the same properties as Moley's, but this has not been confirmed one way or the other, as he typically wears long-sleeved suits.
Discovery
The current iteration of Moley's was first entered into the database on March 2nd, 1999. It was initially filed as the Sub-Layer Level 33.1, a categorization that has since been revised after more evidence of its properties was gathered. It is suspected that its existence pre-dates this discovery by a significant margin and that its form has been altered over time. This is due to testimony from Moley herself in addition to scattered writings and hearsay from several other individuals. Most notably, a few members of The Originals have made offhanded remarks about a "traveling tavern" with a "lovely barmaid" and an "insufferable jester.”
Logs
Time: August 28th, 2019
Recorder: Laptop Keyboard
Location: Level 290
Interviewer: Junior Researcher Christen Holthwait
Interviewee: Moley
Me: Thanks for agreeing to this. It can be pretty hard to find you, so I don't know if I'll get another chance at an interview. I hope it's alright that you may have to speak slowly or repeat yourself, since this is the best method I have to get your words down.
Moley: Not at all, dear. Would you like a drink?
Me: Actually, that gives me an opportunity to get to one of the questions. Would you be able to elaborate on what this "tab" exactly is? To be frank, it's a little hard to believe that people aren't, in some way, paying a price for the alcohol here.
Moley: [Chuckles, I think?] Please excuse my outburst. It's just rare for me to see someone turn their nose up at the offer of good liquor. Rest assured, neither you nor anyone else needs to worry about ill fortune befalling you due to your patronage. I'm sure you can verify this by talking to anyone who has visited. We simply aren't that kind of establishment. We're here for your benefit.
Me: You still haven't said what we're actually paying you with, though.
Moley: I'm afraid it's a trade secret. If anyone were to find out, there would inevitably be a successful replication of our methods, and then we would go out of business. If it eases your mind, I can let you know that it usually only takes a month or so for someone's tab to clear. It's just that by that time, we're likely serving others elsewhere. Although we do have one customer whose tab is unlimited.
Me: That's a surprise to hear.
Moley: Somehow, they're quite skilled at finding us. Or perhaps determined? We have a few people we'd describe as regulars, but no one shows up as often as they do. I'm afraid I can't say much more without violating confidentiality.
Me: I suppose not. So, is there a limit to the drinks you're able to acquire?
Moley: Only in the case that the customer is not able to adequately describe what it is that they're asking for.
Me: In that case, I'd like a bottle of 1945 Romanée-Conti.
Moley: At your request, love. One moment.
[At this point, Moley exits through a materialized door. I quickly try to open it, but it won't budge.]
Moley: Here it is. I'll pour you a glass. Also, kindly refrain from touching employee-only exits.
[Shit.]
Me: Yeah, sorry. Also, you realize if we weren't in the Backrooms that this bottle would cost $500,000 USD, correct?
Moley: My, someone knows their wines. But as you implied, that isn't of much importance here. What truly matters is what the customer desires. There's a saying that people don't know what they really want, but I beg to differ. My customers quite often know exactly what they want. They have particular tastes. They crave something they always dreamed of but never tried, or something they used to regularly enjoy before being deprived for so very, very long. If a bar cannot at least provide that, then what good is it in the first place? Though in your case, it seems you didn't particularly yearn for this.
Me: No, but I'll try it anyway. While I'm taste testing, could you state how long this place has existed? Or you, for that matter?
Moley: I'm afraid I'm not sure. How long have humans wanted a drink?
Me: Right. That pretty much answers that. This question is a little more frivolous, but in regards to Mickey's stand-up, he's been known to include bits that involve the both of you in various over-the-top scenarios. I take it that these are fabricated?
Moley: Well, as I'm sure you know, the best comedy is always rooted in some truth.
Me: But neither of you have ever been sighted outside of the bar. We've so far assumed that you're unable to leave.
Moley: I can understand why you would think that. After all, we would never abandon our posts on company time. I can at least show you that it's indeed possible.
[She walks to the front door and opens it before sticking her hand outside.]
Me: Thanks for the demonstration. Moving on, are either you or Mickey affiliated in any way with Entities 164 or 185?
Moley: You'll have to be more specific.
Me: The Barkeep and The Comedian?
Moley: We most certainly do not associate with those under the employ of a rival business, let alone that…jackal.
[She crushes the bottle in her hand as if it’s as easy as snapping a twig. Reminder to self: Behave.]
Me: That's alright, I didn't know it was a sensitive topic. My bad.
Moley: And who decided they were The Comedian? The gall of it frankly astounds me. Have you seen Mickey out there?
Me: Okay, we're getting off-track. Would you be able to comment on an altercation that occurred here a few months ago? Apparently, there was a robbery.
Moley: Oh, yes. There was one customer who was particularly incensed that his tab had run out well before he was properly drunk. I informed him that my hands were tied, and he responded by killing me. Then he stuffed as many bottles of alcohol into his backpack as possible before absconding.
Me: I'm sorry, could you repeat that? He killed you?
Moley: Certainly. I died. I was shot four times, stabbed in the chest and neck, immolated, and finally doused with object-48Liquid Pain. Of course, Mickey used this as an opportunity to riff, which I have to say was some of his best material. After everything was said and done, the bar closed due to an emergency and shifted planes. We had to shut down for a few days in order to clean up.
Me: You're saying you were brought back to life, then? How? By what methods?
Moley: Sorry to tell you, but I don't believe I have a satisfactory answer for that. All I can say is that I'm still needed.
Me: And the perpetrator, he got away?
Moley: Yes. Of course, violence against anyone in the bar is strongly discouraged. It's one thing if it happens to us, but even then, it can be unpleasant for customers and damage our image. If there was an attempt on another patron, the attacker would be promptly kicked out. The real issue is that he consumed our liquor after he had already hit his limit. In doing so, he opened up an entirely new kind of tab, which I assure you has since been repaid in full.
Me: Thanks for your candidness. Well, those were all my questions, so I'll be going now.
Moley: Are you sure you don't want another drink? Something for the road, at least?
Me: No, thank you.
<BEGIN COMEDY LOG>
Times: Unspecified
Recorder: Mickey's Boombox
Locations: Unknown
RAW AUDIO:
[Side A begins.]
Automated Voice: Please welcome the funniest man alive: Mickey.
[Canned applause.]
[Mic feedback.]
Mickey: Hey, hey there. It's wonderful to see all these beautiful faces. Good thing there aren't any Facelings in the crowd, huh? [Laughs]… Alright. So, what is the deal with the Backrooms? Everything's tryin' to kill ya, and the water's made from nuts! Just like my ex-wife!
[Rimshot.]
[Silence.]
[Distant cough.]
Mickey: Okay. But wait 'till ya hear this! So me and Moley, we was runnin' from a pack of Hounds! I mean, we were just scramblin'! So Moley looks to me, and she says, "I don't know if both of us are gonna make it out of this one, buddy." And I respond, "Whaddaya mean, both of us?" Then she goes, "Well…you look tastier." And she shoves me right to the ground! Talk about throwin' a dog a bone!
[Rimshot.]
[Squeaky toy.]
Mickey: [Laughs.] Oh, I'm just gettin' warmed up. What do you give a pirate who's overcentralizing and overextending their authority for Christmas? You get 'em…a M.E.G. leg! [Begins to laugh.]
Heckler: Oh my God, you fuckin' STINK!
Mickey: Yeah, well, not as much as your mother.
Heckler: [Gasp.] Not my mommy… [Sobbing.]
Mickey: Thank you, you've all been wonderful. I'll be here all night!
Heckler: [Continues sobbing.]
[Side A ends.]
[Side B begins.]
Mickey: Hellooo, Cleveland! [Laughs.]
[Canned applause.]
Mickey: Oh, I kid, I kid. I think we'd all rather be stuck here, right?
Audience Member: Oh, Jesus Christ.
Mickey: Stop me if you've heard this one: "I'm a member of your faaamily! Pleeease, we miss you! Walk into this dark corner so we can eeeat you! Rrrahhh!" [Cackles.]
[Sad trombone.]
Mickey: [Continues cackling.]
Mickey: [Sighs.] No, but seriously…what's the difference between the Backrooms and Hell?
Audience Member: Does one of them have your ex-wife?
Mickey: Close. At least in Hell, you know you still got your soul.
[Silence.]
Mickey: Unliiike my eeex-wiiife!
[Air horn.]
Mickey: So, the other day, me and Moley, we was in [Censor bleep] when all of a sudden, this thing starts-
Audience Member: Wait wait wait, what?
Mickey: Uh…heh. Er, don't- don't interrupt the joke, pal. What I was gonna say is…I only knew it was a bad dream…when I started seein' my c-child support bills. [Nervous laugh.]
[A low rumble begins, building in volume until the end of the tape.]
Audience Member: That doesn't make any- you can't just-
Mickey: Okay, that's it. It's runnin' late, I gotta get outta here.
Audience Member: No, wait! If you know anything about it, please!
Mickey: I'm- I'm not takin' any questions. No, I got- I really-
Audience Member: I'll even laugh at your jokes! Hey! Wait, wait, wait!
Mickey: I really gotta go!
[Side B ends.]
<END HILARITY LOG>
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