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Party night. The best of nights. An ornate sign on 33 Apocalypse’s door invited all to knock and make themselves known.
The space inside was bigger than it looked from the outside, stretched and displaced by magic. The wallpaper was green and textured, hinting at the English countryside. On one side of the room sat a significant bar offering food and drinks, while the other gave ample space to sit. A large Jenga tower held prominence in a corner.
It was easy to miss it, though, in favor of the little streams of water that ran across furniture and floor. Tiny glass gondolas, animated by magic, made their way back and forth across each stream. The gondolas were real, though the water itself was an illusion. It called attention to the ceiling, doubly enchanted: both to draw all cigarette smoke to itself so it wouldn’t blow in anyone’s face, but also to mimic the starry sky above Venice.
You could watch the stars twinkle, or see the occasional cloud go by. Magical fireflies added to the illusion, dancing through the air like tiny lights. If you listened closely, you could hear the sea rolling in across an invisible beach. Even the air smelled faintly of it: the sea, warm food and good wine.
Welcome to Eliot and Margo’s pad, people. They’d make damn sure you had a good time.
[ocd up, come party!]
The space inside was bigger than it looked from the outside, stretched and displaced by magic. The wallpaper was green and textured, hinting at the English countryside. On one side of the room sat a significant bar offering food and drinks, while the other gave ample space to sit. A large Jenga tower held prominence in a corner.
It was easy to miss it, though, in favor of the little streams of water that ran across furniture and floor. Tiny glass gondolas, animated by magic, made their way back and forth across each stream. The gondolas were real, though the water itself was an illusion. It called attention to the ceiling, doubly enchanted: both to draw all cigarette smoke to itself so it wouldn’t blow in anyone’s face, but also to mimic the starry sky above Venice.
You could watch the stars twinkle, or see the occasional cloud go by. Magical fireflies added to the illusion, dancing through the air like tiny lights. If you listened closely, you could hear the sea rolling in across an invisible beach. Even the air smelled faintly of it: the sea, warm food and good wine.
Welcome to Eliot and Margo’s pad, people. They’d make damn sure you had a good time.
[ocd up, come party!]
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 02:51 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 06:32 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 07:20 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 08:04 pm (UTC)He wasn't as much the reader as Gladio was, sure, but he did always take an interest in other cultures, especially so if he may be interacting with the rulers of those cultures every now and again.
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 09:29 pm (UTC)Which had been a surprise to everyone.
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 10:13 pm (UTC)Or perhaps that was simply his own read on it, now that he seemed to have a vested interest in trying to figure out what the meaning of some of these possible futures that seemed rather fond of prophesy and fairy tales that he'd been introduced to thanks to this place.
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-23 12:02 am (UTC)