Worlebury-juxta-Mare
"Worlebury-juxta-Mare is precisely like every other weekend destination: shabbier than advertised and bristling with ways to spend more money than intended."
Worlebury-juxta-Mare is Albion's premier tourist destination - a glittering little amusement park of a space-town, with rather strange and Rubbery secrets. And a cult, apparently. Sadly, the proprietors seem to have contracted a Lorn-Fluke for its expertise in London's more Earthly history. It having done so with all the eagerness and competence of other attempts at mimicking human behavior and history, actually deeply considering the illusion of the simulated coast (such as donkeys that scream brays, puke innards, and hatch from polyps) ends up compounding stress; it's perhaps for the best that the acidic mist makes it impossible to stay in the resort for too long.
