#gastown

[filmap]

Hard Core Logo Bruce McDonald. 1996

Neon Pig 43 W Hastings St, Vancouver, BC V6B 1G4, Canada See in map

See in imdb

[pedroam-bang]

Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga (2024)

[fuseandmerge]

Dementus doodles over Hylas and the Nymphs by John William Waterhouse.

[inyoureyes69]

Break in the Clouds | ©inyoureyes69 | Linktree

[medusaspubes]

Vancouver

[play-of-colors]

Harbour - Vancouver - British Columbia - Canada - North America - 2025

[thiswillnotdo]

2024_11_01

[thebyrchentwigges]

So about the Old Guardian of Gastown; what kind of ruler do you headcanon him to be?

-cracks knuckles-

So, you're a 40 year old oil-and-gas project manager because that's where the money is. You went to art school but life never goes like you planned, does it? You're looking forward to being FIRE and starting up a steampunk boutique. Maybe doing some community theater - Ben Jonson, underappreciated compared to Shakespeare. The fly-in fly-out lifestyle helps with the planning.

The world's falling apart but people still want to have fun and still need oil and gas so you figure you'll be all right. And this month your polycule's having drama. So you don't mind that you're at the start of fly-in at the smallest, dullest Seven Sisters refinery in the Pilbara --

--until the Collapse begins.

It's shitty and it tears you up but, deep down, you're glad you weren't there when the bombs came down. Glad when the refinery sorts itself out without too much violence. When people start showing up offering all kinds of stuff to exchange for the oil and gasoline.

Turns out you're one of the few people left who's got a grip on how the whole refinery works - everyone's got their part but the whole is the tricky part - and you're good at talking to the people showing up. Worrying, all the while, about when people come who won't say no for an answer.

One day an entire fucking militia shows up! What's got to be half the army that's left! With someone you threw out two weeks ago for being a thief - who's happily told the militia all about you. Luckily, they're more interested in your neighbors who trade you drinking water. The guy in charge of it isn't unreasonable, by your standards. You compliment each other's hair and work out a deal...

Fifteen years later, you're glad someone showed up to be the muscle for the region. They've sorted out the food situation, too. Your people are inventive, and you support that. It keeps everyone secure. Of the area's leaders you see yourself as the nice brother, the fun uncle. Joe and Kalashnikov think your take on it all is bread and circuses, the Thunderdome, the Amnesty. You know people love an event. You used to, after all.

You've got some time to paint, and you keep the place running. You've got a nest above it all with the cream of the salvage, Bauhaus furniture, a pretty girl who's glad to be cut a break. You wear a steampunk vest and talk like a Ben Jonson character every day and maybe the end of the world isn't so bad. You do need to quit chewing on the ends of your paintbrushes, though.