**Walkerspace
"I am so fucking confused!" yells a guy towards the end of Hotel Oracle. The feeling is mutual. A microcosom of stock characters check into a hotel en route to a supposed oracle.
As they wait around, they talk a lot about generic philosophical issues and no clear relationships form outside of general annoyance with each other. I can't say I really got what this play was going for. To the production's credit, the actors give it their all and seem to really believe in what they are doing.
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