Multiversal

Who: Don and Nazca
What: Business! Strategy!
Where: A restaurant in Gross Coil.
When: AHAHAHA...the distant past? (Although not 1960s distant.) I blame LJ.
Warnings: Severe backdating.

A five-minute walk from the river, the Alameda's ash-gray brick and glass on the outside. There are structures in Baedal precarious as poses struck by dancers, buildings with no visible supports, that look to have been strung up on a wish. This isn't one of them: you don't doubt that if your hand smacks into the wall it'll scrape off some of the skin.

Inside music plays low; conversation's conducted in intent murmurs. Though the tables are packed in tightly, it doesn't feel cramped or crowded. Everyone here knows their business, where it begins and ends.

Don's waiting in the smoking section.