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Like everything else about New Nemea, the interior of the car featured remarkably anachronistic aesthetics. Anybody who had seen a stretch limousine before would have been able to identify it as one, but the interior décor would have driven even the most unconventional interior designers mad. The seats were all made of carved and treated wood upholstered with canvas, while the window curtains were all made from a fine cream-colored silk. Most of the interior paneling and details were made from molded brass, and most of the controls for the air conditioning, radio, and television were conspicuously large arrangements of pewter buttons and dials. The interior lighting took the form of several luminescent, orchid-shaped arrangements along the walls – in addition to light, they seemed to emit a faint blue gas that rose and pooled against the limousine’s roof, forming gaseous eddies whenever one of the passengers made any abrupt movements. Set against the back wall was a wide-screened television rimmed with what the discerning eye could have distinguished as elaborately shaped and engraved electrum. A combination saloon and stereo system took up most of the space along the left-hand wall, hewn mostly from wood but adorned with handsome brass caps and rails. The selection of drinks was most politely described as eccentric, with some of the bottles either faintly shaking or glowing ominously, if not both.
The view outside the limousine’s windows was somewhat more quaint. Any corner of the ‘city’ of New Nemea could have been readily mistaken for a rural European village street. The ground itself between the rough-worn sidewalks was cobblestone; the residences and buildings passing by all hewn from wood and primitive caulking. Standing in stark contrast were the lights at each intersection – large levitating spherical constructs of yet more engraved pewter and brass, idly listing to-and-fro in the air and secured in placed only by loose tethers between the nearest buildings. Each one emitted a hum that could be heard audibly even from within the limousine, and their lights had a distinctly neon brilliance.
Most of the people outside wore the kind of simple, casual clothing expected of average city-dwellers, but occasionally there would pass amongst them an individual wearing curious adornments – a woman with glowing orange eyes wearing a full ball-gown in open day, rough looking men wearing chainmail over brand hoodies, shadier looking men wearing fluted mail underneath tailored suits, and the occasional, poorly-disguised, seething mass of centipedes contriving to ambulate in a humanoid form hidden from sight by cloaks and brass masks.
The chauffeur for the limousine – clearly visible in the front seat through the glass partition between the front and back – was a generically handsome man with an earnest smile wearing a sharp, pressed uniform. His hands appeared to be painted silver, and he constantly emitted a very faint ticking noise.
The limousine stopped at a particularly empty intersection as the chauffeur patiently waited for the levitating light to change. The interior of the limousine, previously dimly lit, was suddenly flooded with natural light as the rising sun broke through the blockade of buildings to the East – clearly illuminating the occupants to each other.
@Bright_Ops
@WiseDragonGirl
@mdk
@Holmishire
@PlatinumSkink
@Cruallassar
Like everything else about New Nemea, the interior of the car featured remarkably anachronistic aesthetics. Anybody who had seen a stretch limousine before would have been able to identify it as one, but the interior décor would have driven even the most unconventional interior designers mad. The seats were all made of carved and treated wood upholstered with canvas, while the window curtains were all made from a fine cream-colored silk. Most of the interior paneling and details were made from molded brass, and most of the controls for the air conditioning, radio, and television were conspicuously large arrangements of pewter buttons and dials. The interior lighting took the form of several luminescent, orchid-shaped arrangements along the walls – in addition to light, they seemed to emit a faint blue gas that rose and pooled against the limousine’s roof, forming gaseous eddies whenever one of the passengers made any abrupt movements. Set against the back wall was a wide-screened television rimmed with what the discerning eye could have distinguished as elaborately shaped and engraved electrum. A combination saloon and stereo system took up most of the space along the left-hand wall, hewn mostly from wood but adorned with handsome brass caps and rails. The selection of drinks was most politely described as eccentric, with some of the bottles either faintly shaking or glowing ominously, if not both.
The view outside the limousine’s windows was somewhat more quaint. Any corner of the ‘city’ of New Nemea could have been readily mistaken for a rural European village street. The ground itself between the rough-worn sidewalks was cobblestone; the residences and buildings passing by all hewn from wood and primitive caulking. Standing in stark contrast were the lights at each intersection – large levitating spherical constructs of yet more engraved pewter and brass, idly listing to-and-fro in the air and secured in placed only by loose tethers between the nearest buildings. Each one emitted a hum that could be heard audibly even from within the limousine, and their lights had a distinctly neon brilliance.
Most of the people outside wore the kind of simple, casual clothing expected of average city-dwellers, but occasionally there would pass amongst them an individual wearing curious adornments – a woman with glowing orange eyes wearing a full ball-gown in open day, rough looking men wearing chainmail over brand hoodies, shadier looking men wearing fluted mail underneath tailored suits, and the occasional, poorly-disguised, seething mass of centipedes contriving to ambulate in a humanoid form hidden from sight by cloaks and brass masks.
The chauffeur for the limousine – clearly visible in the front seat through the glass partition between the front and back – was a generically handsome man with an earnest smile wearing a sharp, pressed uniform. His hands appeared to be painted silver, and he constantly emitted a very faint ticking noise.
The limousine stopped at a particularly empty intersection as the chauffeur patiently waited for the levitating light to change. The interior of the limousine, previously dimly lit, was suddenly flooded with natural light as the rising sun broke through the blockade of buildings to the East – clearly illuminating the occupants to each other.
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