Friday Night: Downtime
Who: Everyone
Where: Inside & Outside of Moe's
When: May 31, around sunset
Invited: ALL PLAY!
Status: Incomplete
No one in Gatetown would deny that it was the perfect spring evening. It was neither too warm nor too cold, a gentle breeze blowing in from the bay holding the weather to temperate norms. The clear skies and moderate temperatures of the past few days stirred an instinctive restlessness within the colonists of Gamma Site; another place and another time and it would be known as "spring fever," but here no one really questioned it or even put a name to it.
Maybe it was just a sign of growing acceptance.
The front door to Moe's stood wide open, and the crowd spilled out into the streets. Drinks were served from a make-shift window bar and also across the way at another spur-of-the-moment "bar." A band played on a stage that had taken all day and the sweat of several carpenters to build, and someone - probably the same someones who had a hand in building the stage - had taken initiative and laid a wooden dance floor on top of the dirt street in front of the stage.
As the sky turned from light blue to pink to dark purple and the sun began its descent beneath the horizon, there was a shared feeling in the air: whatever may be behind them and whatever may come, they would survive it all.
It was a good night.
Where: Inside & Outside of Moe's
When: May 31, around sunset
Invited: ALL PLAY!
Status: Incomplete
No one in Gatetown would deny that it was the perfect spring evening. It was neither too warm nor too cold, a gentle breeze blowing in from the bay holding the weather to temperate norms. The clear skies and moderate temperatures of the past few days stirred an instinctive restlessness within the colonists of Gamma Site; another place and another time and it would be known as "spring fever," but here no one really questioned it or even put a name to it.
Maybe it was just a sign of growing acceptance.
The front door to Moe's stood wide open, and the crowd spilled out into the streets. Drinks were served from a make-shift window bar and also across the way at another spur-of-the-moment "bar." A band played on a stage that had taken all day and the sweat of several carpenters to build, and someone - probably the same someones who had a hand in building the stage - had taken initiative and laid a wooden dance floor on top of the dirt street in front of the stage.
As the sky turned from light blue to pink to dark purple and the sun began its descent beneath the horizon, there was a shared feeling in the air: whatever may be behind them and whatever may come, they would survive it all.
It was a good night.