Town Centre

There's no mistaking the centre of Anchor Rock for anything but what it is— the rock itself makes sure of that. Where other plazas of more metropolitan places would play host to a fountain or a statue, Anchor Rock organizes itself around a somewhat misshapen boulder. There is no commemorative plaque, no explanation given, but only because none is needed. This is the heart of the town, the anchor, the rock.

There are young trees growing here, the thriving holdovers from a town design campaign of years past. The tidy little fences around their trunks may not be quite so tidy anymore, but they're still trimmed by a gardener who takes pride in their work. It's never quite empty here, surrounded by cared-for buildings that house the cornerstones of the town and the community it holds. Granted, it's not exactly bustling, but the criss-crossing phone lines (all two of them) give a feel of connectedness that's hard to escape.

Sporting the oldest and fanciest architecture in town, the townhall's stone walls border the square. Inside the somewhat imposing oak doors can be found noticeboards swamped in flyers about everything from job openings, to star-gazaing events, to a missing courgette. Inside this building can be found the office of the Mayor, which, even before the Transference was empty more often than not, and the adjoining office of Secretary Leo, which is filled with the constant sound of paper rustling. There's also a communal hall for various indoor events, and an adjoining kitchenette. IMAGE

The centre of town, home to the eponymous Anchor Rock. A common outdoor meeting place, and in more normal times host to community celebrations and events. The first place people go when they want to talk to the community.

Anchor Rock’s centre of knowledge about the outside world. Home to plenty of books, of course, but also the community’s only computer and one of two phone lines. Also hosts a (small) community archive.