New Year's @ the Strip!

[birthright_npc]

The festivities on the Las Vegas strip were your basic police nightmare. A mile-long stretch of the boulevard was blocked off to traffic so that revelers could stagger drunkenly down the middle of the street. Food trucks and street vendors sold pizza, cheese steaks, popcorn, cotton candy, and plastic cups full of beer. Some sold pre-mixed margaritas and daiquiris. At each major intersection, a stage showcased performers and music pumped from speakers mounted on the light posts.

It didn't seem to matter that it was December in the desert. There was plenty of body heat to go around.

At midnight, several large screens would broadcast a countdown before fireworks lit the sky.

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Re: Strolling the street fair

[daniel_stacy]

"Man. Sorry to hear that." Daniel turned his face away so the man wouldn't see him cringe. He scratched his eyebrow. He'd stumbled into sensitive territory. Daniel wasn't good at managing emotions when he was alive. Now it was worse. "Here's hoping the next world's better than this one."

Daniel wondered where his soul had gotten off to when he died. The soul left, the demon set up shop, but still, shouldn't he know? Shouldn't he feel whether it wound up in heaven or hell?

Re: Strolling the street fair

[ghargreaves]

"Indeed," Gerald agreed as they approached the edge of the crowd that had gathered around the stage where technicians were fussing around in the background, a large screen showing a combination of nothing, a large clock face, and various snippets of other 'Las Vegas-y' types of displays, one of them stopping to stare up at it, telling another what was happening, before returning to look at the projector positioned to project onto the large white display.

"Especially for things like that," he added, indicating the screen with his cane.