Hello, as we were discussing lately in the Discord about our personal ideal features in a cyberpunk club or a bar, I've decided to open this thread. I've checked the forum to avoid double post but couldn't find one similar thread so let's go !
Can you describe your ideal place, in the perspective of the Player Character : entering into the place, describe the surroundings, style, music, ending with being served your drink. Roleplaying welcomed.
(Warning : my English may have flaws)
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MADONNA's
Following the known tip I got from the Fixer, I plug my credit chip in the digicode and hit whatever amount of eddies I want to spend tonight. A few seconds later the door unlocks quietly and I step into the room, welcomed by a bouncer in velvet costume. "Good evening, madam" says the hostess. Noticing I'm new, she explains me that rifles, wallets and portable devices are locked in a private Faraday locker for everyone's safety.
"The basic rules here are simple, adds the guard : Mind your own business when you're here, and we're fine. We wish you enjoy your stay and have a good time." (If only he knew I wasn't even a Corpo, but anyway...) The hostess hands me my drawn amount of eddies in cash, stamps my wrist with a temporary recognition ink, and I'm ready to enter to the bar.
The first thing shocking me is that it's remarkably broad and clean for a bar, they barely got any bullet hole or some kind of degradation, or they try fixing 'em real quick. They've got many exotic plants here and there that matches the color of the walls, the air smells a mix of perfumed cigs and opium and the dim ambient light is a blessing for the eye. No violent brawls or gunshots, I can barely understand the conversations from where I stand. And it feels good.
The serving room is dispatched in 3 levels : the one underneath my feet shows a few traditional pool tables in the middle of the room, surrounded by private couches separated by red vine walls ; the couches come each with a personal holo-tv, table and cyberdeck. On the main level is the bar, hold by a human bartender to one side and a robot arm hanging on the other end. The bar itself is the most visible piece in the room, literally covered in colorful brand signs moving in wave patterns, contrasting with the natural wood the bar seems to be made of. The upper zone consists of multiple restrained golden balconies with an unusual, old looking architecture, and there's a few couples of virtual dancers performing in the air, in the space between 'em. Surprisingly, the roof is nothing less than a big screen dome displaying night scenes from a clear sky perspective.
Not knowing where to go first, I just wander at the main floor, cracking a cig, looking at the local clientele : no Boosters high on synth, filthy drunk Nomads nor even a single Cop, they're all Biotechnica swaggers in costume hanging out with some white-teethed, fat ass booshis. Kenneth was right, they look for an upper-class dress code. I guess the entrance gorilla would've thrown me out of the place like a hobo if I kept my usual combat gear.
Everything seems to belong to another place in another time : the Industrial Era elevators with their cables and huge buttons. The many lamps on the walls and over the pathways that remind me of those in that oriental market near Chinatown, traditional stuff. The dancers upstairs who are flying under the star dome, projected by a flickering, blueish early model holo-vector. They even have a jukebox and arcade cabinets near the bar, I've been told these relics are a hundred years old !
I decide to sit at the bar and find out with a glimpse of panic that the menu doesn't appear on my eyesight... The waiter ends serving another client, then comes to me and puts a plastic sheet on the table. "Good evening mademoiselle, here. Most of the implant-based functions won't work here, they're purposely not installed at all." So I read at the menu, looking at all these unknown cocktail names, trying to decide myself... "Need a drink that suits your mood ?"
"Give me an Old-Fashioned, please." He puts an amusing grin on his face "Seems like this place inspires you already."
[Edit: minor corrections]
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