<strong>~Mark~</strong><br/><br/>Alan watched with a curious expression at how Mark handled the interface. When the error log appeared he looked mildly surprised and opened his mouth as though he intended to say something when Mark began to add modifications. He closed it again with a slight wry smile and placed his own hand on the wall where the point under his hand glowed for a moment before returning to normal.<br/><br/>As Mark finished and mentioned a getting a drink, Alan replied with a hint of amusement, "Sure." He pointed across the parking lot, "just take the lift over there."<br/><br/>Entering the lift and allowing the door to close behind them, Alan commented, still sounding amused, "That is an interesting technique. Quite impressive that you were able to access the Error log like that. To get Syd here, correct?"<br/><br/>The lift doors opened to reveal a large, relatively dim room. The star structure on top of the building held the club itself, the primary source of light being the glowing white column behind the central bar. From there circuit lines flowed out along the floor and ceiling, feeding lines to the star points outside the building. The star structure had looked completely opaque outside the club but inside looked like cut crystal, offering a fractured view of the city around, its distorted lights dancing through the club. Sixteen booths occupied the star points until they became too narrow to be practical, at which point they were simply solid. Crystalline pillars, lit with inner circuitry marked eight points around the main room and a glass staircase wound up to an upper floor. The lift emerged into a spot close to the bar, a hatch sliding open and the floor of the lift rising to match the floor of the bar. Only rails separated it and marked it apart from the rest of the club.<br/><br/>Pushing open the gate, Alan headed to one of the booths, nodding to the white lit Programs manning the bar. Currently the club is quiet and soft music plays in the background, vaguely classical. Speaking to Mark, he said, "The drink and food here is energy, coded to change it's form, give it flavour, texture and scent. You will need that to survive here just like food and water in our world. While a User could in theory survive a long time without it, you will suffer for it eventually if you try. Any requests for music?"<br/><br/>Sitting at a table, a white lit, beautiful female program with soft olive skin and dark hair pulled into a bun approached to hand them both a drink. She smiled shyly, "Anything else?"