[i]Damn this place was big. Winding escalators and glass elevators, innumerable levels and floors glistening whitely. Really a lot to take in. Every mall food court shop imaginable decorated the far walls.

And then there were the patrons. So many, so diverse. Towering alien horrors, red-faced dwarves with hammers and shields, military men jogging in groups with automatic rifles. It was absa-fucking-lutely ridiculous. But it was also glorious. But the scenery was only half the fun. Here and there pairs and even small groups of freaks were disappearing and reappearing at odd intervals, usually staring each other down with hard eyes before vanishing and laughing with unabashed glee on return. No explanations given here. You had to learn how things worked the old fashioned way. No, not by using Google. You had to stop sitting on your ass and /do it/.[/i]