“We love to dig up the past!” Wallace called over the music that now filled the room, conducting a quick search. “This type of music really is old - so much so that they thought to name it ‘rock’. How dynamic!”

“I’ve got no prior experience of dancing to music like this.” Freyr admitted, still swaying from side to side in her seat. “How is everyone else doing it?” Wallace duly obliged, shifting the lens from the singer’s sweaty face to the dimly lit crowd. Freyr noticed that the Plenipotentiary’s ship enhanced the scene until it could’ve been under floodlights.

The rickety flotilla contained hundreds of people in swimming shorts or bikinis, jostling against each other. Most of their hands were in the air. Dozens of people were either jumping off or climbing back aboard at one time. “Oh gods, do they need rescuing?” Freyr asked.

“I think they’re doing it on purpose!” Wallace laughed, taking them silently a bit closer. Freyr hadn’t noticed, but the ship had actually rotated in the preceding few seconds so the aft orb was the only part protruding from the water. Their room acted as if it were gimballed, but for the rest of the ship (now pointing toward the lake bed), magnetic fastenings and anti-gravity were enabled to keep people safe.

“Shall we go and join them?” Wallace turned to look at her guests with a mischievous look etched across her face. “We can wear masks, so no one will recognise us - it could be fun! I do so enjoy mingling with the masses.”