Trivillian's Pharmacy and Soda Fountain

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most pharmacies are quieting down for the night, an old man in a tweed jacket would appear at Trivillian’s. He’d order a simple soda, pay with exact change, then disappear into the shadows without a word. One day, a delivery driver noticed the old man always took the same route home after visiting the pharmacy. Curious, he followed him one evening—and found himself standing outside a tiny candy shop, where the old gentleman bought just one lollipop before returning to his usual shadowy vanishing act.

2. One morning, while stocking shelves, a young employee noticed something odd in the soda fountain section—a bottle of syrup labeled ‘Liquid Joy.’ Curious, she poured a drop into her coffee, only to discover it made everyone around her laugh uncontrollably for five minutes. Word spread quickly through the town, and soon customers started asking for their own doses of Liquid Joy. One regular even brought his friends over just to experience the effect. The pharmacist, amused but cautious, decided to keep track of how many servings were given out each day. On slow days, he’d discreetly pour a little extra himself—just enough to make him feel cheerful without being too obvious.

3. At closing time, when the last customer had left, a delivery driver asked the pharmacist: ‘Did you ever notice how our soda fountain bubbles differently on Thursdays?’ The pharmacist scratched his head, puzzled. ‘No, never noticed that,’ he replied with a smile. The next Thursday, though, he paid special attention—and indeed, the bubbles were different. From then on, every Thursday became a little ritual between them: discussing bubble patterns over old-fashioned sodas. It turned out it was just an optical illusion caused by the moon’s gravitational pull affecting the carbonation level.’

4. On a particularly foggy afternoon, when Trivillian’s usually hummed with customers sipping sodas, the bell above the door tinkled softly. A woman entered, her footsteps echoing through the empty space, carrying a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. As she approached the counter, the pharmacist raised an eyebrow but smiled warmly. 'What brings you here on such a misty day?' he asked. She handed him the package, saying only, 'Just something for my neighbor.' The next morning, everyone in town received a free cup of coffee—except for poor Trivillian, who found himself brewing extra strong brew for his usual crowd.