All day, the doors to the gym and the pub have defied every attempt to open, loosen, break, see, sense, or smell through them, stoic and immobile as though a part of the wall themselves.  However, just as the evening meal period is ending, the seal finally cracks and so do the doors, opening with slow, creaking menace to allow thick curls of fog to trail along the floor into the corridors, dispersing into the air several yards away from the respective entrances.  The moment the first brave soul crosses the threshold, however, the real magic begins.

     The Gym has been cleared of all sports and workout equipment and in its place is a large, wooden dancefloor.  In the center in a pit several feet wide an enormous bonfire has been built, filling the space with comfortable, smoky heat and the faint hint of herbs; it isn't real and any attempt to manipulate it in any way will be ineffective, any attempt to remove any of the wood from it will gain only an unlit, unburned twig, but it is real in every sense that matters and is the primary source of light for the time being.  There are swooping streamers in orange, black, and green twined through the rafters, cobwebs pulled between them, covering the walls that resemble nothing so much as the unreasonably large rib bones of some prehistoric creature viewed from the inside; among the hanging decorations are strange, floating lights that brighten and dim at random, like fairy lights.  In one corner is a quartet of stringed instruments held by no one, jauntily and tirelessly playing tunes of all varieties that can be danced to in the remaining open space.  Occasionally, they seem to produce music that the instrument for is not even present, some modern, some techno, and some rock.  They are not solid and any attempt to interact or disrupt them will pass straight through as though a hologram - or a phantom - and the music will not so much as skip..

     One entire wall is lined with tables laden with food and drink, every flavor and every culture on board represented in at least some small manner. Beware trying refreshments that are unfamiliar, passengers, as some of the delicacies are only edible to specific species.  There are web-festooned chairs for those that would like to take a moment's rest, strange mirrors scattered here and there that may behave normally or may have strange effects on the reflection of those gazing into them, and small piles of what are probably fake bones here and there - any attempt to raise them will be fruitless, and anyone that takes one will find it has vanished if they set it down again.  Ghost images flicker through occasionally of party guests in various costumes, faces indistinguishable, the soft clink of glasses and buzz of a crowd on one side of the room, the susurrus of night-time insects, the faint rattle of chains, and louder, more ghastly laughter on the other side.  Mist swirls around the feet of the room's occupants, thick and cloying, but ever only a few inches off the floor.

     The Pub has been redesigned in a much more opulent fashion, claustrophobic with velvet paneling on the walls, a fine black stone bartop, rich dark wood and booths as comfortable as an early-morning bed, gaslit lamps mounted on the walls and a broad, ornate but dim chandelier in the center.  There are new drinks on the shelves, festive and gothic along with heavy silver and ruby goblets to drink them out of, and several bowls of snack food along the bar, including some that are oozing mist and occasionally turning or shaking ever so slightly of their own accord.  There is no sign of the gore from the past week, and the buzz of the phantom crowd is louder here but still indistinguishable, lending the area a cozy, comfortable atmosphere despite the antiquated elegance that feels, if gazed upon too long, slightly cold and distant on a deep, subconscious level.

     Any attempt to remove anything substantial from the rooms will cause it to fade into nonexistence; food and drink may be moved about the Barge.  As the evening becomes early morning becomes the new day, the rooms will fade back to normal and remain that way.

     [OOC: Open mingling log, spam or prose as preferred.  Post with your characters that might end up in either of these rooms and mix it up for ONE fun, festive evening while it lasts. Early Happy Halloween/Samhain, Barge!]