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firstworldproblem) wrote2022-09-28 05:22 pm
firstworldproblem) wrote2022-09-28 05:22 pmIC Inbox (Imeeji)
[It just goes directly to the beep.]
firstworldproblem) wrote2022-09-28 05:22 pm
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[Takes it!]
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The planetarium bar is set in space. No, really space. When you walk out of the door it's onto a solid, but see-through, circular platform. Above, below, and all around you are stars, planets, distant, wheeling galaxies, gas clouds, solar systems, moons, and other such space objects. And they all seem to be quite real. Some are closer, most impossibly far, and there are no nearby suns so the lighting of the place is always dark as night, affording a beautiful star-filled view at any time of day.
Fortunately an invisible unbreakable bubble or force-field surrounds the whole area, so even when you get to the edge of the platform you can't fall off, and there is no trouble with oxygen.
Once a day, from 9pm to 1am, a greenish series of streaming lights dotted with innumerable bright, vibrant colors, like a strange kind of galactic event, winds its way around a nearby planet, entrancing while visible. To those who know what such things are, it is definitely the lifestream of that planet.
The platform itself has minimal amenities, it boasts the door you came in from, a dark countered bar with glass shelves for liquor behind it, and dark upholstered, comfortable U-shaped couches at infrequent intervals, all of them plush, cozy, enough to fit several people comfortably, with a table at each. However, most of the platform is bare, just space for viewing.]
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He takes a few steps forward, entranced yet lost, studying the distant stars, searching for... what? Even Levity himself has no idea.
It might take him a bit to remember he's not alone.]