"Zombies sound good," Remy said easily. He looked up at the empty air. "Midnight?"

The room shifted at his prompting, transforming into a stereotypical New Orleans jazz club, complete with band and patrons. The night visible outside the front door and windows was dark, and the lighting in the club was warm and dim.

And there was a groaning coming from the street outside. The NPC patrons hadn't noticed it just yet.

"You wanna adjust anything, just think it at Midnight. It's very accommodating."