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meadowlarklogs2019-03-09 11:10 am
- !arrival log,
- dark angel: max guevara,
- dogs b&c: nill,
- game of thrones: sansa stark,
- gangsta: alex benedetto,
- gdc: wei wuxian,
- kingdom hearts: riku,
- kingdom hearts: sora,
- mcu: daisy johnson,
- mcu: leo fitz,
- mcu: peggy carter,
- spider verse: peter b parker,
- star wars: cassian andor,
- star wars: jyn erso,
- starfighter: cain,
- the vampire diaries: caroline forbes,
- voltron: keith
ARRIVAL LOG 008
WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: Night of October 5 to night of October 8
WHAT: The eighth arrival
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Coercion and loss of autonomy, alcohol usage. Further notes at end of log.
Awareness comes to you in blurred snatches, cloudy fragments of sound and light, color, sensation. Hazy and difficult to grasp on to, but slowly aligning into focus. A series of regular, rhythmic beeps. A medicinal, astringent smell. The sensation of movement, a low hum and accompanying vibration under you. Your eyes are heavy, hard to keep open, but in the glimpses between slow, dark blinks you see four people in black body armor seated opposite you, as well as a man in dark gray scrubs.
You realize there are others next to you. All of you in blue short sleeve shirts and ill-fitting jeans, hair recently cut but at various stages of growth, restrained by straps across your chests, arms, feet, holding you to the bench under you. To your left, an armored interior door, two more people visible, the movement of streets passing through a windshield. You try to open your mouth to speak, but it's as if your tongue is coated in tar, and you manage nothing more than an empty parting of lips.
The vehicle stops. The guard opposite you stands and comes to unbuckle you from the bench, helping you to your feet. Your limbs feel wooden and heavy, slow to move. One guard opens the back of the vehicle, and false, colored light, illuminating the streets in the distance will first alert your senses of being somewhere else, combined with warm air that's only cooled with the setting of the sun. The nurse moves to stand at the back, checking each passenger over one by one just before they're helped out of the vehicle, quick and methodical. He doesn't climb out after you, moving to sit as the last passenger is unloaded.
The guards keep their heads down. Their actions are quick, firm, but not entirely unkind. Once all the passengers are out, they climb back into the vehicle and close the doors. The engine powers up again, and then the bus is gone.
You're left alone in an alley, with no idea of where you are or why you've been brought here.
Around the corner of the alley, there is the smell of beer and a weird yodel-like sound – no, wait. That is definitely yodeling and beer. Further movement forward will lead to you finding yourself in a busy area filled with multiple people carrying reusable cups full of liquid. You've just shown up at a party with a bunch of people wearing nearly identical clothing. The good thing is that everyone is probably too drunk to notice.
◉ Though entirely capable of independent action and thought, new characters will find themselves completely, unquestioningly compliant to any verbal statement which could be taken as a command or request.
The message from El comes the same as usual: insistent, not waiting for any active attempt to open it. Scrolling within your vision as if being written while you're reading it.
I'm starting to think that the arrests last month mean that our friendly delivery men have had to change up what they're doing. Either way - the group waiting for you this time is huge. The get up? Blue shirts, all around. Let's see how long that lasts. Anyway. Arrival #8. You know the deal, don't you? I bet you're all already out there having a good time.
Although New Amsterdam is a mish-mash of world cultures, there are certain traditions that took root in the city as it began to form its identity. Yes, one was Anime Naexpo. Another? Oktoberfest. Hoping to capitalize on the heritage of the region, businesses throughout New Amsterdam pushed for the continued celebration of Oktoberfest. In fact, the only time it wasn't celebrated was during the Xelkoven War, as the fight between humans and AI meant that any celebrations were put by the wayside.
Perhaps even more so than having to work during an anime convention, Oktoberfest is not a fun time for customer service workers. All around, various different cashiers, food truck chefs and drivers, rickshawers, couriers and more find that they don't have a choice but to dress up in Dutch costumes recalling times of the past. These costumes are typically pulled out of some back closest and generally assigned to the employees, so some of them won't fit all that well. The problem is that it isn't cool enough to be dressed in these as the days cool off, and the only saving grace is that they get to work at night rather than the day. The early parts of their shifts are miserably hot, and things don't get better from there. If your character is a customer service employee, they can expect some uncomfortable days ahead.
Somehow, the discomfort of the various workers doesn't come in the way of the loud and festive activities. All around New Amsterdam, various tents go up selling a lot of different wares, many of which are probably second hand junk that people are trying to sell off for a few credits. This is the time when the Black Market stops working underground, instead opening temporary store fronts in tents that are far too nice for the wares they're providing (but at least they're trying to be a less obvious money laundering front). If someone's looking to get in good with the underground or get a sense of how to find these places for some actually illegal goods, Oktoberfest is a prime place to start.
Otherwise? Oktoberfest is likely full of what anyone would expect: a lot of beer, funny looking Bavarian clothing, a lot of live music, and a lot of opportunities for drunken folk to put on a good show. If your character is the type to look for an opening to grab some attention, this is the place to do it.
◉ There will be a lot of beers available in pretty much every single tent. The drinking age in New Amsterdam is 18, but it's equally unlikely that anyone will be checking implants with how busy everything will be. The most popular beer this year? "We're Lucky We're Not Cyborgs," an extremely hoppy IPA made by the most popular brewery in New Amsterdam. All of the beers are available in bottles that you can return for more, as businesses no longer sell alcohol by the can. Think of growlers – but in a far more manageable size! Feel free to come up with the cyberpunk name of your dreams for the beer. Or people can just drink the New Amsterdam River – which is the name of the beer with a picture of the man-made river on it. It's cheap, but reliable. Oh, and for those of you that don't like the taste of beer, there's cider and mead on tap at most places as well.
◉ There will be various stages all over for acts to perform, but the schedules will not be full. Before long, the characters will know that Oktoberfest is where some people plan to get discovered. And … it's also a place where some people become social media sensations, in either good or bad ways. Need to propose to someone? Need to show off your abs? These stages are the place to be. If someone's not up there, take the chance and make it your time to shine. Or … go down in infamy.
◉ Most of the food throughout the festival will harken back to its German heritage, albeit without a whole lot of success. There are sausages, but much like the hot dogs of today, it's likely better that you don't ask what's in them. A safe bet is the large array of potato dishes around. These are delicious – and cheap!
◉ There are some competitions, too! Virtual fencing – albeit in a very, very amateurish way – and virtual crossbow competitions happen throughout the three-day event. And then there's yodeling. One of the stages will be dedicated to this the entire time. Yes, people practice to win big, but that doesn't mean that everyone has to practice.
◉ Like with Oktoberfest of the past, celebrities will have their own VIP tent right in the heart of the financial district. If you have a favorite music, film, or movie star and they have a penchant for partying, this is the place to be. Sneaking in will be hard – but not impossible. Though some will find that they might have to work this tent. These celebrities can't go without their coffee or beer, after all.
Access to the safehouse is a hatch hidden behind stacks of empty storage shelves in the back of an abandoned supermarket in an outer district of the city. The immediate area is similarly abandoned, empty stores, flanked by several blocks of dive bars and clubs which cater to more niche tastes. A place where people can come and go unseen, or, if seen, not spoken of. A dark haired woman called Gaby is ready to greet the new arrivals and get them settled in, brusque and no-nonsense – she'll be open for in depth questions later, but will advise everyone to ask the people who brought them in for the beginning bits of information.
◉ The safe house is a large open space, filled with rows of basic cots set up to sleep a large amount of people. Basic, but outfitted with everything necessary for daily life. A few doors lead to back rooms for storage, medical care and a large communal bathroom, and past the long rows of cots there is a communal kitchen, fully stocked, and an eating area. Privacy is at a minimum.
◉ New characters will be asked to pick their beds, and provided with a change of (second-hand, mismatched and somewhat threadbare) clothes and basic toiletries.
◉ While there were previously also NPC occupants of the safehouse, natives to New Amsterdam, these people have now been moved on to somewhere safer. A few of their belongings remain, discarded or accidentally abandoned.
◉ Gaby will make it clear to all new arrivals that if they have any requests or queries, they should contact her or El.
◉ There will be shifts when Gaby isn't present in the safehouse because she's shorthanded following the UNA attacks in our January event. New characters will find that if they try to open the hatch to leave during this time, it'll be sealed shut for anyone without a registered implant.
◉ The drugs making new characters compliant will remain in their systems for a few hours after their arrival at the safehouse before finally beginning to fade. They will be gone entirely after a night's rest. In the meantime, they may want to be careful of what others say to them.
◉ New characters will be given rudimentary access to the network on arrival in the safehouse, but will not have their ID set up yet. They will be able to make posts and replies, but their messages will be anonymous and they do not have inboxes yet.
◉ New characters will not be allowed to leave the safehouse until OCTOBER 9. These 4 days are for them to adjust, learn about the world they've arrived in from their fellows, and for El to speak with them and work on setting up their IDs.
As everyone goes to sleep, a familiar stomp vibrates through New Tokyo on the other side of the world. The wall outside of the city is stable at first, holding up, but the vibrations continue. The creature this time is twice as large as the one that hit New Amsterdam – 800m high, yet not seen until right around when the vibrations began. It should have been, by all rights: New Tokyo is no less secure than the other cities around the world, with constant surveillance and a dedication toward maintaining an idyllic life for its citizens. Its behavior is similar: it slams its tail against the outer wall of the city before it gives way, the destruction nearly absolute. In a panic, New Tokyo's UNA forces and police force move into action to try to bring down the monster and protect its citizens.
At the same time, whether they're still awake or already asleep, something stirs inside of the displaced. Their chests will glow without anything to bring it about – no power drawn on, either innate or new, and no skin touching. This glow seems to fatigue any of them if they're still awake, and will send anyone already asleep into a deeper one. Once they're under, the stirring within will give way to unrest that foments dreams and visions for many of the displaced. If they had a dream while they slept, characters will wake up with a burning sensation in their chest.
As for New Tokyo: it will be left in ruins by the time the UNA soldiers there manage to take down the monster. Several sections of the city remain intact – almost out of luck – and the governor of New Tokyo reports that they believe this monster came from outside of the city, having been given life by the unsafe conditions outside of the megacity. Within a few hours, this statement will be revised, with the governor admitting that he doesn't know what the monster was or where it came from, only that their surveillance saw that it came from outside.
The three dreams below are what each character will experience, though you can feel free to assume they managed to jar themselves awake before the dream finished. To get a dream, please comment below to get an RNGed number for the dream that they'll be having. Since these are unnatural dreams, you can feel free to have your character remember it in its entirety – or not, if that's what you'd prefer.
If you have multiple characters, we suggest you only have one experience a dream, but it's ultimately up to you!
> DREAM 001
A blue glow illuminates the site – offering light on a foggy morning, with everyone having completed their journey to this final destination. A sense of fatigue and relief that washes over everyone there, but also an inner warmth that seems to radiate from the site itself. Huge rocks rise up on either side of the site, acting as shielding barriers for these followers and what lies ahead of them. Despite the lack of natural light cast through the thick fog, there's still a distant glow, leading them forward.
You find yourself among these people, well aware of the many miles you walked to get here, most of it on an incline. Around you, the clothes that people wear are worn, tattered, made from wool that's begun to wear down. How long have you all been traveling? It's hard to say – hard to guess, only that you know that you were all drawn here. No single story is the same. Some saw symbols: triangles that glowed when they saw them in the periphery, as well as bits of circles coming together. The tree of life. Perfect like nature in its finest form. Others could never put the words to what they experienced.
Each of you feel the draw now. It resonates within you, fills you up. Just ahead, there are structures that seem to float in space, and when you draw closer, a clear, light blue bridge appears. The walk forward requires a leap of faith – and there are some unwilling to take it. Afraid. They wonder if they've wasted their time.
But you haven't. You walk forward, and the bridge carries you forward. You can't tell if you're walking or literally carried, but eventually you come to an alcove where a strange circular structure stands. As you step closer, it comes to life, a mixture of lights and – no, not sounds. But the same resonating warmth.
You walk into it and –
– you find yourself somewhere else. Somewhere new.
> DREAM 002
– this is not where you belong where you've chosen to live – this is not it this is not it this is not it –
Your fingers spread, wrapping around the nearest metal instrument to drag it close. You test the edge against your skin, drawing out a sharp pain. You never asked for this particular experience. But every day, you feel it.
It's time to take back what you can. The walls around you are white, pristine. Somehow, you know that they weren't a day ago. One of the others you know got sick, doubled over after a bad interaction with a medication. You see them now, dark rings under their eyes, a shaved head. How do you know this? Your mind doesn't answer you. You just react. Someone in a coat as white as the room draws closer. Checking your vital signs. Your breathing picks up – your lungs hurt. You lash out with the instrument, cutting deep. A bright red spreads. A sick smile creeps over your lips. You know that color, deep within you. You know it.
And then there's nothing.
And then life moves on (your life moves on). Has time passed? The room is different. The person with the red splotch of color on their lab coat is gone, and your build is different. More gangly, uncontrolled. Deep down, you feel an unabiding frustration. You hear a shout: "Put them down!" It's too late. A fire erupts. The doors seal.
> DREAM 003
You recognize the walls. The building. But there's some barrier between you and it, a constant, subdued fog that lies between you and your surroundings. The lights are bright. Everyone moves in a single file, dressed in the same white scrubs. You're among them. The workers walk alongside you, occasionally checking your vital signs. Sometimes they make you grab each other's hands, noting the shift in reactions or responses.
The air here is cool. Stale. Your head is cold, recently shaven. Like everyone else, sans a few. It looks like it's been a while since they had a haircut. You don't recognize them, not like the others. You're certain that you recognize the others.
Thought is difficult to process. There's an IV into your arm. You try to make out more of your surroundings, but the fog encroaches and takes over. You're missing your chance. Your chance to know where you are – were? Who did this to you?
Distantly, you see a marking on a wall. Letters. P - R - O - PROJECT. You're certain of it. What else is there? Nothing. No. Something, but not another word. It's a symbol of some kind, or – an animal? There's a splotch of yellow, bright and prominent on its breast, with a dark V that cuts down. The fog obscures the rest.
This arrival log is a little different, as it doubles as a prologue for our monthly event! Everyone's character can have one of the dreams, and it'll hit them anytime within a day of the attack on New Tokyo. This does include anyone new to the game! So, please go ahead and comment below to have your dreaming character assigned a number. All assignments will be random on our part!
Welcome to Meadowlark, newbies! You're now free to post to the network and logs comms. To reiterate, your characters will have no IDs or inboxes, nor be allowed out of the safehouse until OCTOBER 9 (MARCH 17). At that point it's expected they'll have gotten a good idea of their new situation from their fellow characters, and will have discussed their background and job potentials with El in order for their false IDs to be set up.
All arrival logs act as mingles, so older players can please feel free to top level for the festivities described!
If you have any questions or ideas about how you'd like to get your character involved in the world, please head over to the plot engagement post and drop us a comment! For questions specific to this log, there is a thread below.
Please check out our March calendar rundown for a look at things happening this month, as well as some additional notes from the mods.
As a reminder, AC for new characters accepted in March will be 10 comments across 2-4 threads, while current characters will need to provide the full AC of 20 comments across 2-4 threads. AC will be posted on April 1 and close on April 7. If you do not reply to AC, you will be considered idled and dropped from the game. We will not post a warning list.
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It's not like I don't know that people eat exotic foods, but I'm pretty bland and boring when it comes to food and bugs? Blegh.
I think I'm gonna become a vegetarian. Those are safe, right?
[and a forlorn look crosses his face as he considers all the things that he's going to miss with that particular decision — cheeseburgers, steak, barbecue, and bacon. oh man will this be difficult.]
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I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were unaware. I would have given you warning.
[ She's getting the suspicion that there might be a bit more to this man than she first suspected. ]
I think so. I've heard you can grow your own fruit and vegetables if you have the patiences. Do you have much of a green thumb?
[ She can probably guess that the answer is a hard no, based off of just the few sentences they've exchanged. But she'll give him the chance to surprise her.]
Is this your first time here?
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[he pauses for a moment before laughing at the idea of himself growing anything] More like a black thumb. I can barely keep a cactus alive. The joys of being a life-long city resident with limited green space, right?
[he scratches just behind the ear, frowning as his fingers brush against the cropped remains of his hair.]
Is it that obvious that I'm new around here? [at least this time around he hasn't had to scrounge around for pants and shoes. so that's one plus.] What tipped you off? Was it the wide eyes? This snazzy blue shirt? Oh I know. Must be the hair.
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It's a fizzy drink. This is insect free, I promise.
[ Alex vaguely remembers the message that scrolled across her vision earlier. From a woman she can never remember the name of. And then there was Clarke's information about a pattern drop off. Alex says very quietly. ]
A visitor? From a different, um, universe?
[ She says it like she's not entirely sure she is using the term right. She's never world hopped before, but he seems fairly unfazed. ]
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You sound a little unsure about that. [peter takes another sip of the drink, pausing to consider how he's going to explain things.]
Multiple universes are a thing. Like... lets say you wake up one day and you're just minding your own business, trying to get some push ups and crunches in. Gotta keep in shape, right? And this weird thing happens and you get sucked into some giant portal. It feels a whole lot like your molecules are being pulled apart. You pinball your way through the city only to slam right into a billboard.
You find yourself in a city that looks a lot like your city. Things look a lot the same. Like there's a 82nd street, for example. But things are different, that brand of cola you drink isn't a thing. There's another brand of cola. And they're saying you're dead on a news report.
The only thing is? You're younger, blond, and well... different. [peter pauses as he realizes he's gone off and word vomited his way through explaining things.]
Ahem. Sorry about that. It's not important.
My point is... there's places out there, where we could've done a something different, we don't exist, or if we do there's something different about us. Is that what your friend was trying to tell you?
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that’s all… very very specific. Maybe the fact he isn’t visibly more freaked out is all the confirmation she needs that he’s probably telling the truth. ]
This is an unheard of phenomenon where I’m from. Even the…
[ the powers, that she’s heard a buzz about but not actually experienced herself. But she won’t mention that just yet. One thing at a time. ]
It’s a bit of a surprise, but it seems like this has happened to you before. I’m not sure if I can say that we’re different. I haven’t noticed any off about myself.
[ very small pause ]
How would I be able to tell if my hair and age haven’t been effected?
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[as for how someone else might know if they've experienced the multiverse... well, this seems like a good time to point out what she's already stated, namely that she's never been privy to this particular phenomenon.]
Maybe it's not you. Maybe it's other people you've met. Isn't that proof in and of itself that there's more than just what you've happened to experience?
Worlds you could probably only imagine. Or do you think I'm just bananas, because that could also be true.
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That seems to be the truth, yes. I don't think you're crazy, because what would that make me?
[ her own very lame joke, but she's trying. And also not thinking about how mass and elaborate hallucinations are just as likely as a multiverse theory if they are playing by logic of the implausible. ]
The people here... from other universes. They have a safehouse set up to rest. Would you like to go?
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more important, however, is the offer of sanctuary. it'll give him time to figure stuff out. peter nods rather emphatically.]
The safehouse sounds good. [he looks around as if there's going to be some obvious sign which says 'sanctuary' or 'safehouse'] Is it nearby?
omg im sorry for the lateness
I'm sorry to say t's a bit of a walk but I can bring you there by air taxi if you'd like.
[ And just to apologize for that... ]
But if you'd like to walk, I understand. I can buy you some better clothes along the way. [ passing on the kindness someone gave her on her own arrival ] I have to admit that the resources at the safe house aren't the... best.
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Air taxi's probably a good idea. After a big meal, who wants to go jostling it around with a long walk across town? Not me.
[there's also the fact that the higher vantage point might serve a bigger purpose even though he's not sure that he'll be able to do the whole vigilante thing. it's kind of the exact opposite of lying low and blending in, after all. it's all very if you give a mouse a cookie, but alex did offer, so peter doesn't feel too bad about asking for that one more thing...]
But if we can make a little pit stop for something a little less escaped from the hospital, I'd appreciate it.
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Of course. I'm not sure if the styles here are similar to your time, but I will let you know that the cuts and material are, um, interesting.
[ Neons all around. For someone whose wardrobe is completely made of black and white it's been a hard adjustment. ]
If you follow me this way we can leave.
[ Before she starts leading him through the crowd, she pauses. ]
My name is Alex. Um, Benedetto. In case we get separated.
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[he wears a red and blue spandex unitard on a regular basis. how weird can the fashion possibly get? peter's about to fall in line right behind her when she pauses to introduce herself. it's a practical thing, of course. not that he'd know how to find her if they did get separated, but the thought's what counts.]
Peter. Benjamin. [parker. he almost adds, but leaves off at the last second.] Nice to meet you. Let's hope that doesn't happen. [shaking his head as he takes one last scan of this strange, new, big city. nope. he definitely doesn't want to get lost around here.] Shall we?
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[ she repeats it with a smile. Satisfied with that, she points in the direction of the thinning crowd and starts walking, weaving through the packed space. She has the urge to reach out and grab his hand to make sure he doesn’t get swept up, but she isn’t one of the Displaced who started the precaution of wearing gloves, and she doubts he'll appreciate the sudden discovery of an empathic bond on top of everything else.
They only get a few strange looks as she leads them down a series of back streets. She can’t remember the exact location of the shop that Cain had brought her to, but she recognizes the same shop sign. It must be a chain of stores.]
This is it. They allow you to put the clothes on and walk out with them once you’ve paid.
[ A bizarre system, really. Must be for the unsavoury citizens of the city who find themselves not presentable after a wild evening.
Alex leads them inside to the men’s and gender neutral section. ]
Feel free to take your time. I have nowhere to be today.
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mercifully, just like at home, it seems like people are minding their own business and the questioning looks are few and before long they're to a local shop and alex is explaining what sounds a lot like any retail clothing store from here to new york.
peter peruses the racks, picking things up, and setting them down. he holds up a neon yellow hooded sweatshirt for alex to weigh in on]
Yay or nay?
[he's not seriously considering it though, it's more of a way to gauge his companion's sensibilities.]
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[ Just 'oh'. Something she has automatically trained herself to say to curb anything that sounds dangerously close to a negative opinion. Her smile is mild and perfectly neutral, but there's a distinct flicker of distaste in her gaze. So many downsides to being an expressive person. ]
It's almost the same colour as the high heels I picked out my first night here.
[ In the very back of her closet now. She can't bear to throw them out because Cain used his good money on them, but also they're a hideous abomination of a shoe. ]
Maybe it was a trend last season? This shade. But it's still nice if you like it!
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Neons were a thing back home a long time ago, and I can respect that everything old becomes retro and "in" again but I think I'll stick to a little less flash and a little more timeless.
[he rummages through until he finds a grey hoodie this time along with some soft blue pants that look like they'll fit a little better.]
I think these will do. [he holds the cloths up, looking for some kind of recognizable paper price tag with an item code and comes up empty.] Hey, like how am I supposed to figure out how much I owe you for getting me this stuff? There's like no price tags anywhere.
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She glances at the items, her neural implant displaying the price automatically. ]
Oh, it shows up on the--
[ He's never going to want to talk to her again with how much disturbing info she's unloading on him at one time. She'll put this delicately. ]
In a few days, um, a small digital computer will be activated. Just here.
[ She taps the base of her skull. Such a nice way of saying his head was cut open and something is in there now. ]
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even if it is completely different.]
Oh. Cool. [an unconvincing statement if ever there were any.] Welcome to the future. It's convenient, I guess. No need to carry around a wallet. [he waits for her to pay up and then goes off to change, emerging like he's some newly reborn less-hoboish version of himself. it's almost like the good old days.]
That's a lot better. Time to see this safehouse.
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They... suit you.
[ She gives him an encouraging nod before leading them out into the street. She access the 'app' to call down the air taxi and it sits in front of them once it arrives. As they climb into the car, Alex gives him a side ways glance. ]
They tend to fly a few meters above the ground. If you're afraid of heights you can sit in the middle.
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I've never been in a flying car before, but ought to be okay. Besides, this seems like a good height to get a view of the city.
[and a good view it is, all bright lights and tall buildings. as far as cities go, it's not all that bizarre — a little sci-fi flick of the week meets the jetsons with some post-modern architecture thrown in the mix. before long they're stopping at the preprogrammed coordinates and exiting their air taxi. he takes one last look at at new amsterdam and crosses his arms. yeah, it's not home but peter thinks that he'll be just fine.] Thanks again for the rescue.
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When I first arrived one of the first things I asked was to see a view of the city.
[ Full understanding there. It felt a little more like she was in control seeing it spread out. She snaps back as he crosses his arms. A relaxed or unimpressed pose? She has to keep reminding herself that this may be quaint compared to what others have seen. ]
It's no trouble. There are a lot of us here. It's... it won't be so bad. I promise.
[ The car descends smoothly to the ground in a much more dingey and beaten down area. Home sweet home. ]
It's right there.
[ Pointing to the doorway that is very well disguised for what it is. ]
Will you be okay? You feel well enough?