[NT] - Revel
[Open to everyone!]
Turn the right way down any street, glance down an unexpected alley, maybe you'll see it out of the corner of your eye. Maybe you'll catch a hint of the music drifting out of the invitingly open wooden doors. There's always something. It wants to be found, this in, this bar, this club, this pub, this restaurant. It has many doors and many uses, but only one name, written up there in neat gold print on the unobtrusive marquee: Worlds End.
It's decorated up for the season, all fake snow and thousands of glittering lights and endless reams of thick silver-blue tinsel. Real snow drifts past the massive skylight, though it isn't snowing at all in the New York which is ostensibly outside. Big fires in various grates counter the oddly icy theme with roaring warmth and a warm glow. Fairy-lights blink and flicker in and around a hundred half-hidden niches, and around the chalk placard in the window which reads:
At the behest of Mike Connor, Worlds End
is delighted to present for your enjoyment
WINTER SOLSTICE CELEBRATION
All are welcome!
For the safety and security
of our patrons, full Sanctuary
wards are in force. No violence
is possible on or near these
premises.
The kitchens are open, the buffet tables are full, there are rooms for singing and rooms for drinking, rooms for both and rooms for neither, joined by archways and stairs and occasional walls. Behind the open bar, the Doombot clanks as if it wasn't wearing a big red cap, waiting in its own impeccable Doombot way for your orders. Come on in. Bring all your friends.
It's party time.
Turn the right way down any street, glance down an unexpected alley, maybe you'll see it out of the corner of your eye. Maybe you'll catch a hint of the music drifting out of the invitingly open wooden doors. There's always something. It wants to be found, this in, this bar, this club, this pub, this restaurant. It has many doors and many uses, but only one name, written up there in neat gold print on the unobtrusive marquee: Worlds End.
It's decorated up for the season, all fake snow and thousands of glittering lights and endless reams of thick silver-blue tinsel. Real snow drifts past the massive skylight, though it isn't snowing at all in the New York which is ostensibly outside. Big fires in various grates counter the oddly icy theme with roaring warmth and a warm glow. Fairy-lights blink and flicker in and around a hundred half-hidden niches, and around the chalk placard in the window which reads:
At the behest of Mike Connor, Worlds End
is delighted to present for your enjoyment
WINTER SOLSTICE CELEBRATION
All are welcome!
For the safety and security
of our patrons, full Sanctuary
wards are in force. No violence
is possible on or near these
premises.
The kitchens are open, the buffet tables are full, there are rooms for singing and rooms for drinking, rooms for both and rooms for neither, joined by archways and stairs and occasional walls. Behind the open bar, the Doombot clanks as if it wasn't wearing a big red cap, waiting in its own impeccable Doombot way for your orders. Come on in. Bring all your friends.
It's party time.