All of these stories are actually songfics from a really awesome community on livejournal, but since those aren't allowed here I took out the lyrics bits. All of these stories are set to a song on Moby's "Hotel" album, which really seems to get me thinking about all the backstory dudes in FF8, who I wanted to know more about (not to diss on the main characters, but I went through high school YEARS ago, I'd rather not rehash that craziness).


"Be careful with that, idiot. Don't you know that Julia Heartilly used to play at that piano?"

The workers had already gutted the rooms, but for reasons probably nostalgic and maybe a little lazy they'd just gotten to the bar. The whole place smelled like bleach after the somewhat intense mold removal. Downtown Deling City had slowly gone to ruin over the years; the streets filled with old papers and trash, the majestic station almost like a dry sewer. Renovating the Galbadia Hotel was the start of the rebuilding process, even if no one was particularly enthuisiatic about the prospect.

Galbadia was going the way of Centra, and everyone knew it.

"Well, gee Lou, never figured you for the sentimental type."

"It's history, not sentiment. History's important."

Once, it had been a city of lights and happenings. The palace was an estate instead of the crumbled remains of a tower and the gateway's arch used to awe and welcome instead of forbode. But one thing had stood the times, even as the mold rotted her insides. The Galbadia Hotel.

"You still sound like an old timer. These are progressive times! This is old news. I don't get why the Commander would care about a place like this at all."

Before Fate, there was Destiny.

"You really don't know, do you? Back in the day, teenagers didn't make the world. Maybe it's time you got it straight."

Before a boy and his friends, there was a general, a soldier, and a Sorceress.