[The place is called Main Street or Home Town or Discovery Square, or some kind of hokey generic-aspirational name like that; maybe not quite your bag but the layout is impressive enough, especially for this place. It's a large quadrangle lined with shops and storefronts and cleverly disguised bathrooms, all done up in faux Americana brass and wood and mother-of-pearl inlays.
At one end of the quad is a massive power suit--without even looking at it you are certain it is one of the most badass things you will ever see. At the other, Cinderella Castle, and there's no suit there, though you keep thinking there should be. Inbetween are immaculate green lawns and gardens overflowing with colorful flowers crisscrossed by scenic stone paths.
A few of these paths make a crossroads here at the midpoint, and at the center of all that is a tall clock, a face pointing each direction. Instead of telling the time it steadily counts down. Four hours--well, less now. The castle is the rendezvous point, of course, but there's no need to head there now. You've got time.
Peppy music wafts through the air, accompanied by the pumped scents of coffee and dark chocolate and sukiyaki. Above that, the sky is a cloudless, slightly gold-tinged blue.]
DISNEYLAND?
[The place is called Main Street or Home Town or Discovery Square, or some kind of hokey generic-aspirational name like that; maybe not quite your bag but the layout is impressive enough, especially for this place. It's a large quadrangle lined with shops and storefronts and cleverly disguised bathrooms, all done up in faux Americana brass and wood and mother-of-pearl inlays.
At one end of the quad is a massive power suit--without even looking at it you are certain it is one of the most badass things you will ever see. At the other, Cinderella Castle, and there's no suit there, though you keep thinking there should be. Inbetween are immaculate green lawns and gardens overflowing with colorful flowers crisscrossed by scenic stone paths.
A few of these paths make a crossroads here at the midpoint, and at the center of all that is a tall clock, a face pointing each direction. Instead of telling the time it steadily counts down. Four hours--well, less now. The castle is the rendezvous point, of course, but there's no need to head there now. You've got time.
Peppy music wafts through the air, accompanied by the pumped scents of coffee and dark chocolate and sukiyaki. Above that, the sky is a cloudless, slightly gold-tinged blue.]