Route of the Kami
As you step off a the rainy street, down some stairs into what looks like the basement for an apartment complex, you open the door to Pandemonium. The entire floor is basically a bass system, the ceiling twisting with holos to the music, as people half-rave around, the majority of V.R. pods filled. To your left is the bar, black-lit with glowing bottles, the chairs neon-rimmed. To your right, stand V.R. pod clusters, arrayed to help the lighting of the room, strobes, etc. Forward is a glass box with a pair of D.J.s scratching on an old fashioned turn table.
There’s a slew of people, ranging from otakus to people that look like they belong in a rave. Luis, an elf with a tattoo covering the right half of his face is tending the long bar, smiling. One of the main attractions (or detractions) of the bar is the tolerance. Trolls flirting with elves, humans and dwarfs, no one seems to care. The main requirement for entering is being pleasant.
Your avatar appears on the ceiling, and your view of the bar is inverted. The initial club V.R. is the ceiling, but you’re sitting on clouds of light. You can move about freely, and can now see the other pod patrons, though they’re not all there, since you can leave through a swirling pool of darkness into the rest of the matrix.