Busy streets of perfumed sufferance, motors sound in a low drone outside the corner of McDoogal and Bleeker St. One of New York's finest nightclubs, a three story brownstone building, NyteScape Nightclub calls the locals and the tourists in NYC. Two men stand at the door, like night facing day, one dressed in a black trench coat, long raven like hair, shadowing his dark eyes, and the other a formal dressed business man garbed in a silk suit and tie. The door has a infrared light flashing, and the only way to be admitted is to be chosen.
Valets dressed in black leather hop on motorcycles, or drive cars to an underground garage. There are a mix of cars, dented and old, to Jaguars and Mercedes Benz, zipping away quickly not to cluster the area. People stand behind the velvet roped off area in the most bizarre costumes to plain clothes waiting to be chosen. The Goth figure of a man 'Dante' points handing passes, to those that seem interesting. The business owner 'Alex' of the NyteScape NightClub always looking for the prospect of more business connections hands to those chosen electronic pass cards for entry.
The electronic eye blinks as you slip your pass key in. The door slides open electronically to a long black hall, winding with exquisite neon lights playing upon the walls, showing designs, names, and faces of musicians.
The music now ushers you in, the heartbeat of the bass making your own heart feel like it has an extra beat. As you walk down the hall a wide span of flashing lights send prisms before your eyes.
There is a horseshoe shaped bar, lit with blue neon lights, and overlooking the shining sunken dance floor, the light show flashing designs, and colors upon the surface.
The disc jockey booth is clearly seen above on the third level looking down over the dance floor. There is a large window and winding ramp like steps up to the booth. All selections of music are catalogued on CD and computers..Its very high tech. Speakers of the finest caliber with the bass and treble well-mixed are built into the walls.
On the other side of the dance floor is the owner's office, ostentatiously rich and not at all punk or techno, very tastefully furnished in mahogany and plush carpeting.
One door no one can explain is down the steps of the dance floor. This room has a special electronic pass. The typical passkey given, to get in the club can not open it. What is this room.. none have yet to find out.
ExodusNight and all Exodus Night Theater games written and Copyrighted © by Barbara Williams 2/28/01.
