hyralt
Inactive Member
- RP Date
- YE 43
- RP Location
- The Furious Sound, Kyoto
On Planet Yamatai in the capital city of Kyoto, there was a nightclub. In fact, there were several. There were enough people in Kyoto and they lived so densely that for any given preference there was an associated establishment in which one could spend the night in the company of one's peers. For the discerning military enthusiast, there was the Chrome Catgirl. For someone with a taste for vocal trance music, there was the Sweet Spot. But for someone who liked to drink cheap beer while listening to musical acts of wildly varying quality, there was only the Furious Sound.
The entrance to the Furious Sound lay tucked away down an alley that jutted off from a major thoroughfare. As such, it was easily missed by many would-be patrons who strolled through Kyoto looking for that which the Furious Sound could provide. But as easy as it was to miss when one was looking for it, it was just as easy to find it when one wasn't. It would be hard to overlook for anyone who cut through this particular alley looking for a shortcut between a pair of notably tall skyscrapers or simply trying to get a moment of quiet down a path that was certainly less populous than the main street.
The entrance itself was a massive door salvaged from an old space ship and built to withstand a tremendous differential of pressure from one side to the other. Standing next to the door was a Kodian of unusual size, even for a race with such generous proportions. This Kodian had two jobs: to keep out anyone who looked like they might cause trouble, and to close the massive doorway whenever music was playing inside so that the neighbours wouldn't complain about the sound.
Through the entrance, there was a short hallway built from similarly strong-looking metal followed by a matching pressure door and another Kodian to open and close it. While the hallway was actually a pressure chamber built to maintain a vacuum and cut down on noise propagation from within to without, savvy patrons knew that it was the source of the club's nickname: the Airlock.
Once through the airlock, patrons found themselves on a kind of balcony that wrapped around and overlooked the dancefloor and stage below. One end of the balcony gave way to a wide staircase that at first seemed to descend towards the dancefloor before it doubled back to the bar, which was being tended to by a human-sized octopus who had seemingly escaped from a local aquarium.
On this particular night, in YE 43, towards the beginning of 2 月, the airlock was open and the clientele still came and went as they pleased. The unfiltered airflow meant that the place didn't yet smell like the combined sweat of dozens of different species, though there was the noticeable aroma of industrial cleaning agents. Seasoned customers awaited the opening act with the kind of nervous anticipation of a gambler who had wagered the outcome of their evening on a single roll of the dice.
Though not quite the crush of bodies that the club had enjoyed in its heyday a couple of years ago, there were enough people filling the space that moving any distance was a deviously tricky obstacle course of arms, legs, tails, tentacles, antennae, and other, more difficult to identify, appendages. The variety of body types was due to the fact that the vast majority of the guests of the Furious Sound were not human, nor neko, nor elves. Most of them were humanoid to some degree, or at least bipedal, but a significant minority weren't even that. There was something about the place that tended to appeal to those who looked different from the average Yamataian, and tonight was no exception.
OOC: @Dragon_God I've set the stage, Kwabba-an will enter in the next post.
The entrance to the Furious Sound lay tucked away down an alley that jutted off from a major thoroughfare. As such, it was easily missed by many would-be patrons who strolled through Kyoto looking for that which the Furious Sound could provide. But as easy as it was to miss when one was looking for it, it was just as easy to find it when one wasn't. It would be hard to overlook for anyone who cut through this particular alley looking for a shortcut between a pair of notably tall skyscrapers or simply trying to get a moment of quiet down a path that was certainly less populous than the main street.
The entrance itself was a massive door salvaged from an old space ship and built to withstand a tremendous differential of pressure from one side to the other. Standing next to the door was a Kodian of unusual size, even for a race with such generous proportions. This Kodian had two jobs: to keep out anyone who looked like they might cause trouble, and to close the massive doorway whenever music was playing inside so that the neighbours wouldn't complain about the sound.
Through the entrance, there was a short hallway built from similarly strong-looking metal followed by a matching pressure door and another Kodian to open and close it. While the hallway was actually a pressure chamber built to maintain a vacuum and cut down on noise propagation from within to without, savvy patrons knew that it was the source of the club's nickname: the Airlock.
Once through the airlock, patrons found themselves on a kind of balcony that wrapped around and overlooked the dancefloor and stage below. One end of the balcony gave way to a wide staircase that at first seemed to descend towards the dancefloor before it doubled back to the bar, which was being tended to by a human-sized octopus who had seemingly escaped from a local aquarium.
On this particular night, in YE 43, towards the beginning of 2 月, the airlock was open and the clientele still came and went as they pleased. The unfiltered airflow meant that the place didn't yet smell like the combined sweat of dozens of different species, though there was the noticeable aroma of industrial cleaning agents. Seasoned customers awaited the opening act with the kind of nervous anticipation of a gambler who had wagered the outcome of their evening on a single roll of the dice.
Though not quite the crush of bodies that the club had enjoyed in its heyday a couple of years ago, there were enough people filling the space that moving any distance was a deviously tricky obstacle course of arms, legs, tails, tentacles, antennae, and other, more difficult to identify, appendages. The variety of body types was due to the fact that the vast majority of the guests of the Furious Sound were not human, nor neko, nor elves. Most of them were humanoid to some degree, or at least bipedal, but a significant minority weren't even that. There was something about the place that tended to appeal to those who looked different from the average Yamataian, and tonight was no exception.
OOC: @Dragon_God I've set the stage, Kwabba-an will enter in the next post.