“I’m all set for drinks right now.” Ruk raised her flute of complimentary champers. Light looked at it then at his own as if he’d already forgotten it existed.

“Upstairs seems interesting.” He concurred, weaving between a small gaggle of Tekeri wearing ornate masks to ascend the left-hand staircase.

The mezzanine wrapped all the way around the dancefloor, giving a great view of all the various cliches roiling within it. Concentric waves ripple over Light’s suit from the bass, tickling his skin. The music seemed Human-centric in here, but in a way which may have been deliberately sensitive to other species’ tastes. Songs cut in and out at a blistering rate, the AI DJ monitoring the vitals of everyone in the area to determine what came in next.

Even through the music, the acoustics on this mezzanine meant a properly tuned ear could listen in to practically any conversation. Light only half listened as he picked his way through the crowd standing around on it.

“Hey, nice suit!” Someone called out to Senjen, before melting into the crowd

[i]“I heard one of the ships Myrmidon made for Outremer fell off the grid last year, how do you suppose that-...”

“Every year more of my shipments are disrupted, these death cults have to be-...”

“How can you stop a plague that doesn’t display any symptoms?”[/i]

From the middle of the mezzanine, Light finally spotted the reliefs above each of the three doors. A Tekeri, A Tindrel and a QV.

“There is a room for each species!” Light exclaimed, not sure whether to be excited or appalled.