The Tower, Lit
The old tower in a pink-to-teal glow, its floors named for their courts.
The merch counter
Gig posters, threads, and pins from the café and the four courts — printed like a flyer stapled to a Belltown pole in '94.
Opening with season one
The Tower, Lit
The old tower in a pink-to-teal glow, its floors named for their courts.
Last Call at Moonset
The café wordmark on black, cream type, one pink hairline. Nothing that couldn't exist in 1994.
Four Floors - One Club
Enamel dots — spring, summer, autumn, winter. Wear your allegiance; the courts are watching.
A Receipt from 1889
Tape-box typography and a till receipt that prints twice. The second one is older.
Two Sets of Hours
The café's counter mug. The hours on the glass, and the hours the regulars know.
The Unseen
One pink sigil for the boundary you're not supposed to see. Slap it somewhere the courts won't.
First dibs
Know when the counter opens.
The store unlocks with season one. Leave your name and you'll get the drop before it sells through.