Though twilight was still gathering among the rainladen clouds outside, night had already fallen in Club Penumbra. The gloom was deeper than usual, since the wall-sized tridscreen was dark. Sam picked his way through the entryway mostly by following the sound of Big Tom, the Club’s resident sound engineer and backup musician, practicing his drumbeats. As Sam cleared the arch and entered the main floor. Big Tom deflated his throat pouch and hooted the dual tone he used for greetings. Sam did his best to return the sasquatch’s sound. Big Tom grinned his lopsided grin which only showed the fangs on the left side of his face. Sam was never sure if the furry metahuman was smiling with pleasure or amusement at Sam’s attempts to greet him in kind.