Re: Chapter 1: Equivocal Dawn
Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2021 10:30 pm
[Before Dinner]
Both Amber and Susan get pointed in their respective directions from the tarmac security personnel. Susan is able to find the common seeds of the local environment at a bustling flora shop with visitors from as many races as there are normal atlanteans. The florist is not surprised in the slightest when Susan asks for 10,000 worth of seeds, just shrugging the request off. "Another foreign farmer. Protip; follow the instructions." She says in a slow american language to Susan but will otherwise move right along and arrange the delivery. Leaving the florist, Susan passes any number of small armament outlets trying to make a living funding local mercenaries with plenty of the most common stock. [Both the Manoan SK Stun Gun and 10 of the cells can be found]
For all Amber knows about lantean culture, interacting with her own people and others that are welcomed in their society, she knows nothing about how a lantean city is designed except that it uses grids. One alley looks the same as the next to the lantean, fortunately, she is well received by the locals, with a pair of lantean children (11&13) running up to her. "Woah, cool tattoos! You're new!" The smaller girl says as she tugs Amber's arm while the older looking boy hops. "What clan are you?" He asks excitedly. The pair are ushered away quickly by an older woman. "Pardon my children. You look lost, child?" She asks in a matriarchal tone that is almost soothing. She directs Amber to a nearby TW outlet that is on the main roads as well. The TW shop she enters is run by a man bearing similar marks to her own, another of Clan Bagh-Dach seems to find a home in Manoa, though she do not recognize him. He is able to offer her a pair of PPE batteries (80) and also expresses his own ability at creation. The lantean listens to her detailed request for items, nodding along as if taking mental notes. "Ah, well, I can do some of that, but it will take time. Come back tomorrow and I will have a full estimate of what I can do and what it will cost." The lantean says before turning back to his work.
Beyond that, everyone is able to shop for their respective outfit (for better or worse) without incident.
[Dinner]
Roughly an hour after sunset, the GIRLS start gathering in various arrangements of clothing. When the last straggler finally joins the rest of the team, the crew heads out into the City of Manoa which seems to have a surprisingly lit night life.
There is one area that resembles a strip of stone pavement easily a mile long with various trading outlets and restaurants on either side. Unlike the normal chaos they are used to seeing in Merctown, Manoa actually appears somewhat civilized; there are no vagabonds harassing patrons. There are no gangs demanding protection fees. Just a few random Manoa security roaming the area and otherwise, a boisterous population.
There are several locations that spark interest to the GIRLS, including two dimensional cafes with menus from multiple planets and a surprisingly odd one out; what looks like an old western salon. Investigating reveals the salon has traditional historical meals common to the world before the convergence and the two dimensional cafes each have more on the menu than most have probably tried eating before.
There are a few other locations the GIRLS can find, or the GIRLS can bar-crawl down the strip.
What are you doing?
Both Amber and Susan get pointed in their respective directions from the tarmac security personnel. Susan is able to find the common seeds of the local environment at a bustling flora shop with visitors from as many races as there are normal atlanteans. The florist is not surprised in the slightest when Susan asks for 10,000 worth of seeds, just shrugging the request off. "Another foreign farmer. Protip; follow the instructions." She says in a slow american language to Susan but will otherwise move right along and arrange the delivery. Leaving the florist, Susan passes any number of small armament outlets trying to make a living funding local mercenaries with plenty of the most common stock. [Both the Manoan SK Stun Gun and 10 of the cells can be found]
For all Amber knows about lantean culture, interacting with her own people and others that are welcomed in their society, she knows nothing about how a lantean city is designed except that it uses grids. One alley looks the same as the next to the lantean, fortunately, she is well received by the locals, with a pair of lantean children (11&13) running up to her. "Woah, cool tattoos! You're new!" The smaller girl says as she tugs Amber's arm while the older looking boy hops. "What clan are you?" He asks excitedly. The pair are ushered away quickly by an older woman. "Pardon my children. You look lost, child?" She asks in a matriarchal tone that is almost soothing. She directs Amber to a nearby TW outlet that is on the main roads as well. The TW shop she enters is run by a man bearing similar marks to her own, another of Clan Bagh-Dach seems to find a home in Manoa, though she do not recognize him. He is able to offer her a pair of PPE batteries (80) and also expresses his own ability at creation. The lantean listens to her detailed request for items, nodding along as if taking mental notes. "Ah, well, I can do some of that, but it will take time. Come back tomorrow and I will have a full estimate of what I can do and what it will cost." The lantean says before turning back to his work.
Beyond that, everyone is able to shop for their respective outfit (for better or worse) without incident.
[Dinner]
Roughly an hour after sunset, the GIRLS start gathering in various arrangements of clothing. When the last straggler finally joins the rest of the team, the crew heads out into the City of Manoa which seems to have a surprisingly lit night life.
There is one area that resembles a strip of stone pavement easily a mile long with various trading outlets and restaurants on either side. Unlike the normal chaos they are used to seeing in Merctown, Manoa actually appears somewhat civilized; there are no vagabonds harassing patrons. There are no gangs demanding protection fees. Just a few random Manoa security roaming the area and otherwise, a boisterous population.
There are several locations that spark interest to the GIRLS, including two dimensional cafes with menus from multiple planets and a surprisingly odd one out; what looks like an old western salon. Investigating reveals the salon has traditional historical meals common to the world before the convergence and the two dimensional cafes each have more on the menu than most have probably tried eating before.
There are a few other locations the GIRLS can find, or the GIRLS can bar-crawl down the strip.
What are you doing?