# OOC: This is a casual rp thread. No stats needed, in character chatter.
[Mars Mesh]:Connection Stable
[Simulation]:Active
You step out into soft jazz piano music and the smell of flowers, rum and coconuts. The sim software is slightly outdated, but the underlying structure is all up to cutting edge spec, and strongboxed, and the place runs smooth; they must have done a lot of tweaking to get it right, smooth.
In the distance, off to your right, you can see a moonlit beach with the rust red desert of mars replacing the water of the surf, but still rolling and lapping as waves. You see some lights on the beach, perhaps a small bonfire or a couple walking, too indistinct to make out.
To the left is the bar done in simulations of old woods long extinct with two great, slightly yellowed horns, or perhaps tusks marking the arch over the place. The bartender is a man built out of old weapons from many different ages, all beaten and weathered, and all just recognizable.
There are other egos in here, but you'd have to look out for them.
One wearing an avatar of a plush felt spider sits in public space on on of the steps leading out to the beach sipping a drink that idenfies as a "Bloody Mary: The Girl I Love" and it seems to note you as you enter, sending an automated message, "Welcome Friend. I am Argobot, if you please enjoy my lounge."
Meson logs-into the bar and shifts himself over towards the bartender, looking over the selection of synaesthetics especially the recent ones put out by the various sensation artists that log into this joint. He logs a little extra bandwidth and transfers some cred to run one called "Blue¥am Burbon" by "N7x" a favourite designer of his.
Meson scans the rest of the bar for interest and possible patronage openings as he sets the background priority on the sense with it appearing as a swirling faintly glowing blue drink in his hand.