[it does take a bit of extended spacial reasoning to figure out the best way to get to the top. there's a ramp that leads up, switch-backing a couple of times, but there are also several offshoots that lead to dead-ends, and several more offshoots that will just loop you back in the direction you'd come.
but the difficulty in getting there is balanced with the fact that very few people are keen to make the trip all the way up. the tables here are rudimentary, just outcroppings of rock in the middle of two carved shelves where pillows and blankets have been set out for people to sit. there's a woman bundled up in rags at one table, sipping something from a glass as she gazes thoughtfully out the window, and there are three well-dressed individuals huddled around the far table in the corner playing some kind of card game... but otherwise, Tek has his pick of the rest. each has a candle lit in the middle of the window, waiting for someone to come fill the space.
as he sits down, he can hear cheering and applause lifting from the stage just on the other side of the wall. he can also hear what is unmistakably Sarah asking the crowd if they're ready for a fucking party, to which the answer is unanimously yes. the stage fills with more music, bass-heavy strings and some smaller, higher-pitched string instrument that Sarah seems to play with surprising dexterousness, but the leading attraction is the synchronized dancing that starts up on the platform. quick footwork, perfect timing, exciting costumes--it's the kind of thing that Robin would fawn over, whenever they'd gone out in the past, no matter what world they happened to be on.
but it sounds odd, from this side of the cave. the bass comes in, but most of the other sounds are pointed away from this wall, and are heavily distorted by the cave by the time they reach the window. the music takes on this almost dream-like quality, seeming more distant and muddied than it really is.
before long, Tonic appears again--expertly holding no less than six different dishes between his hands and shoulders. everything smells delicious as he begins to put them down on the table.]
All right, hope you weren't kidding about feeling starved.
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but the difficulty in getting there is balanced with the fact that very few people are keen to make the trip all the way up. the tables here are rudimentary, just outcroppings of rock in the middle of two carved shelves where pillows and blankets have been set out for people to sit. there's a woman bundled up in rags at one table, sipping something from a glass as she gazes thoughtfully out the window, and there are three well-dressed individuals huddled around the far table in the corner playing some kind of card game... but otherwise, Tek has his pick of the rest. each has a candle lit in the middle of the window, waiting for someone to come fill the space.
as he sits down, he can hear cheering and applause lifting from the stage just on the other side of the wall. he can also hear what is unmistakably Sarah asking the crowd if they're ready for a fucking party, to which the answer is unanimously yes. the stage fills with more music, bass-heavy strings and some smaller, higher-pitched string instrument that Sarah seems to play with surprising dexterousness, but the leading attraction is the synchronized dancing that starts up on the platform. quick footwork, perfect timing, exciting costumes--it's the kind of thing that Robin would fawn over, whenever they'd gone out in the past, no matter what world they happened to be on.
but it sounds odd, from this side of the cave. the bass comes in, but most of the other sounds are pointed away from this wall, and are heavily distorted by the cave by the time they reach the window. the music takes on this almost dream-like quality, seeming more distant and muddied than it really is.
before long, Tonic appears again--expertly holding no less than six different dishes between his hands and shoulders. everything smells delicious as he begins to put them down on the table.]
All right, hope you weren't kidding about feeling starved.