Sun and Moon - The Presidential Election of 2040

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I'm so confused I just started and the first thing i see is that hillgoose is a dj in china and is now actually a goose help

[GM Team Member and Deputy PPT WB]

I see you've taken my "more stories" idea

[GM Team Member and Deputy PPT WB]

“欢迎你” a voice greeted them as the door opened, cutting through the din of the bar. Victoria turned around and saw a young woman barely older than her standing at the threshold. Befitting the name of the establishment, she was sporting blue. Blue hair, blue dress, blue skin. Her eyeliner was blue, and so were her lips. On the top of her head were a pair of cat ears with blue felt fur, twisting and turning just like they would on an actual kitten.

“Hi,” Victoria said as she fixed her gaze on the charming yet disturbingly realistic cat ears. Surely they were just one of those gimmicky headphones that she sometimes saw her classmates wear on Halloween, she thought.

“That’s Kiki,” Mayu said. “She’s an employee here. If you want her to get you drinks she’ll be more than happy to serve you.”

“Welcome to Blue Star Bar,” Kiki said, in heavily-accented English. That was when she also noticed Kiki’s tail, which was a large long ball of fluffy blue fur swinging back and forth between her legs.

“I’ll show you the rest of the bar,” Mayu said as she cheerfully guided Victoria deeper into the cave. The entire place smelled of tobacco, alcohol and liberation. The lights above gave the cave a deep red glow, punctured by jelly-bean colored spotlights. Electro house music blared through speakers embedded in the walls, which displayed bouncing designs that blended ‘80s aesthetics with ‘30s tech and ‘40s postmodernism.

Like with Kiki, Victoria couldn’t look away from the other bar patrons. Some looked like regular people until she saw cat ears or fox tails. Some had anime hair and technicolor skin. One even had rainbow skin that continuously changed color like the surface of a soap bubble. And it looked like people from all over the world patronized this bar, from football fans in beer-stained jerseys arguing in Italian, to suave businessman in sharp tuxedos discussing the latest business deals back in Nigeria.

Victoria and Maya walked passed a group of Asian girls mingled amongst themselves sipping mimosas. Or rather, Asian-American girls, as Victoria instantly recognized; despite their Asian appearances, their accents and Western makeup made them as foreign as the foursome of white frat bros standing next to them having a passionate group PDA session together. The fact that they were wearing  “Rock 4 Senate” T-shirts with Dwayne Johnson’s face pasted onto a white background also helped to identify them.

“This is a popular migrant bar, right?” she asked Maya.

“You mean for expats?” Maya replied, using the outdated term for Western immigrants in China. “Of course! It’s a very popular place for foreigners, whether they’re American or European or African. Lots of Americans go here to enjoy the sexual liberation they miss at home.”

“Ha ha ha,” Victoria laughed humorlessly. She always cringed when she heard foreigners talk about America as the world capital of sexual promiscuity and moral degeneracy, as if it was Blue Moon blew up into a country and as if places like God-blessed Appalachia didn’t exist.

“And,” Maya added, “despite being underground, lots of Western artists come to this bar to perform, especially in secret. Last month, it was Steve Aoki playing his new EP here. Before that it was Post Malone trying to be relevant again.”

At once, the music got a lot quieter, and the DJ signaled the entire bar to give him their undivided attention. He was a white man, probably American, with enough energy to fill up ten younger men. He wore an eclectic wardrobe - a blue baseball cap with unintelligible text on top of sunglasses, gold chains, and a black trench coat that came straight out of The Matrix films.

“Hope that y’all be havin’ a great time tonight!” the DJ said as he took off his sunglasses and raised a V-sign in the air. To Victoria’s surprise, he spoke with the sort of Tennessean drawl she was so familiar with. Why some white guy from Tennessee would go all the way to Beijing to DJ at this sort of crazy place was beyond her.

“Before this piece ends I want to give y’all your favorite gift from me!” he said through a bunch of female-sounding screams. “That’s right! It’s that time again. It’s time to see me shirtless!”

Without the slightest hint of shame or hesitation, the DJ ripped off his leather trench coat with the stroke of his left hand, revealing iridescent feathers that covered his entire upper body from back to front. Almost every square centimeter of his skin below his neck, from arm to chest to belly button, was covered with a thick coat of down feathers that made his body a canvas of every color known to man. The red light of the bar blended with reflected blues and purples on feathers that ruffled with each twist and turn he made with his unusual body. This was a guy, Victoria saw, that was not afraid of his own body or who he was. He didn’t just have the colorful appearance of a peacock; he had its attitude as well.

“I love you DJ HillGoose!” a random man in the crowd screamed.

“Thank you, thank you very much,” HillGoose said, quoting a line from his fellow Tennessean, the late Elvis Presley.

“Can you come down and dance with me?” another man said. “My sister can DJ for you!”

“Ooh, I want to touch your feathers!” a third said.

“Why don’t you do your face?”

“Cheapest price for goose surgery?”

“Now now,” DJ HillGoose said, “I know that y’all want a piece of me, since I’m a goose and y’all are not, but don’t forget we got an entire night of music we gotta play! Now, I’m going to play for y’all an old classic from the early aughts. Pre-Crisis 21st century style, made from Russia with love! Everyone, boy humans and girl humans and fellow animals, much love and no hate, 7th Element by Vitas!”

With a sleigh of hand, the song began to play. Giant technicolor polka dots started bouncing about on the walls of the bar.

Ya prishol dat' etu piesnyu...
Ya prishol dat' etu piesnyu...
Ya prishol dat' etu piesnyu...
Ya prishol dat' etu piesnyu...

It was a catchy song, Victoria had to admit, even if it was a strange one, and she started dancing to the electronic beat. With each beat of music came a beat of the heart, the synthesizer and the drums moving the melodies to and fro as Vitas used his incredible voice to sing his song for the sake of love.

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She was enjoying it so much that she didn’t notice Maya disappearing from her view.

But notice she did, eventually, and with realization came panic. “Maya?” she said as she scanned the pulsating environment around her. “Maya?”

No response, nothing but the continued din of the bar and the smooth singing of Vitas.

“Maya?” she repeated. Still no response. “Maya?” She was so concentrated in trying to find Maya that she didn’t notice herself bumping into someone.

“Oh, sorry,” Victoria said as she reflexively backed away from her. The woman had dark hair and an olive complexion. She wore a dress of deep olive green covered in sequins and LEDs, while she held a martini in her right hand.

“Oh are you okay?” the woman said as she turned around. From her accent Victoria could tell she was a fellow American, though she couldn’t pin down what part of America she was from.

“Thanks,” Vicky said.

“You’re welcome,” the woman said as she paced in front of Victoria. “How are you doing tonight? I heard that you were finding your friend.”

“Yeah.” Victoria said as she did another 360, to no avail. “Ugh I can’t find her. Why y’all so good at hiding?”

“Who, me?” Maya said as she appeared from behind the woman in green, scaring Victoria out of her skin. “I must be good at hiding!”

“Why y’all trying to scare me?” Victoria said. She noticed Maya holding something very strange in her left hand. It was a cocktail, one made up of some red liquid that emitted white and gray smoke into the room. “And what in tarnation is that thing?”

“Liquid smoke cocktail,” Maya said. “Made with whiskey and smoky ice. Want one yourself?”

“First one’s gonna be on me,” the lady in green added.

“God, why are y’all so weird?” Victoria said. She remembered her parent’s advice to never accept random drink offers from strangers, and everything about this scene seemed suspicious. But Maya was her friend. Guess it was fair game now. She was getting bored and wanted something to do, and who would turn down free alcohol?

So with that in mind, after deliberating on whether to instead go for a more traditional mimosa like those Asian-American girls, Victoria ordered a liquid smoke cocktail too, paid for by the lady in green. Once the bartender finished her connection and served it to her, she couldn’t help but stare into the gray-white vapor clouds the blood-red liquid emitted, losing herself in the mist as the voice of Vitas continued to float into the air.

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This is still one of my favorite things ever