Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

[Fvaarniimar]

James looked at Fvaar very confusedly. "I... Have no idea what any of that means... Sure as hell wish I did... But I honestly have no clue." He smiles slightly, and shrugs. "I guess one of these days I need to make another dimension just to screw with the balance of the multiverse." He pandiculates (To stretch and yawn at the same time), and shrugs. "It made a little sense at the end but the beginning lost me, for the most part. Aren't there, like, player-run gods or something? I need to introduce MorloKitty if there are... He's the god of my nation's religion, as well as the religion for every single one of my characters."

"MorloKitty? Sounds like an interesting religion. There are, although with a few exceptions they're NPC's. Fvaarniimar- the nation, that is- has "the spirits," although my main headcanon is that they're nonexistent. I might do something a bit different for PL, though- assuming that that isn't totally moot and I had a Fvaarniimarn char-" There's something else I need to mention... Think... Kitty, balance- Tilt. Something about- "Right. You're cool with going to the fish market?" The girl quickly checked to make sure that she had everything; she did. Her ensemble, however, was rather odd- she hadn't had time to change and hence wore a very cheesy jacket, a grey shirt, and a quilted galaxy-patterned blanket which served as a skirt. Fvaar sighed. Ça, c'est la vie.

[The BranRiech]

"I'm coming!"

Bran shouted ahead at Tilt, who was making sure other people didn't get left behind. "Fish market then? What do you guys think we'll find there?" He asked, casually catching up to the group with a stride that would seem to express a lot of insecurity, but still positive in attitude. He was a leader who preferred to follow, someone who didn't want to be blamed if something went wrong, which was why he chose not to lead.

[Fraire]

It’s a peculiar thing when one curls up to play hide and seek when tired. Sleep crept upon Fraire as it would a small child poised at the top of stairs in wait of Santa Claus. It was perhaps the cat that caught his attention, but Fraire was asleep and his body tired, so he left it behind the chase the cat through the lobby and up the stairs. He found himself walking down a long, very warm hallway… almost a tunnel in that the walls curved. The cat stood at the end of the tunnel. It rubbed a paw across its face and then licked it clean. Fraire looked down to find his bare feet wiggling in sand so white and pure that it felt like velvet between his toes.

“I say,” said the cat, “that’s a nice jacket.”

The world suddenly lurched at Fraire woke behind the chair in the lobby. He was wearing the very jacket that his sand demon has fashioned as a housewarming gift.

"....the heck?" Fraire said as he woke up. "Darn, I didn't scare the **** out of anybody. Wait a minute....THIS COAT IS AWFUL!!" He examined it and looked around. "Oh...I'm, still in the lobby. When will this thing pass? Or will I be stuck here..." He paused to be dramatic. ".....Forever?!" He looked down at his sandy feet, which weren't at all sandy. "What a strange dream I had." Suddenly, he got an idea. Fraire started doing a strange motion with his hand/arm and waved it around slightly. "Well, I don't have Tsanis's power. That sucks." He got up and lied in the chair. He was still tired. Fraire clutched his stomach. He was starving. "I need cheese blintzes." He looked around for a minute. "Oh, yeah. Still in the personifi-thing world." He walked over to the breakfast place he remembered existing. Fraire looked around at what was for breakfast. He picked everything he wanted and sat down. "I hate omelets", he said as he took a bite into his omelet. He ate more and more. He scarfed the whole thing down and got to work on his waffle. He wolfed the waffle down as well. He hadn't eaten anything since he had gotten there. After finishing his meal, he still wasn't satisfied. Fraire went back for seconds and gobbled it down as well. Now he was finally full. He wondered what everyone else was doing. There would probably be a crazy plot twist soon considering he had an odd dream. Fraire knew that every dream he had ever had had predicted the future in some shape or form.

[Swith Witherward]

Trice tossed the keys and caught them. A grin spread across her face. It wasn't evil, no, but it was certainly mischievous. That beautiful car, that Opal with the deep seats and old fashioned innards. Oh god, that car! She was looking forward to taking it right down the avenue and up the winding drive to the Observatory.

She checked her small bundle to make certain she had her meds and snack food. She reached for her phone by habit and grimaced. It was rotten luck to not have it. It kept her on schedule. She didn't even own a watch. No matter, she'd make due.

"Alright, Miss Trilb, please accompany me," she smiled as she walked into the hallway outside the communal dining room. "Temmo, PMX and Snow, you're with us. If anyone has to pee, do it now because I'm not stopping once we get going."

[Germanic Templars]

In the mech room, curled up in the fetal position wearing full ACU, with a bandanna on his head with Psalms 91 written on it, an ACU pattern recon wrap covering over his face like a neck gaiter. The soldier rolled around in his sleep til he rolled off, hitting the hard metal floor below. It was so enough to wake him up and try to come to grips with his surrounding area. Confused, nervous, fatigued from lack of sleep and curious, the young lad adjusted his gaiter and retied his bandanna to where Psalms 91 and the first few sentences were showing from his forehead. He pulled his glasses out of his right cargo pocket and placed them over his face. He looked at his left shoulder to make sure his orange V+ patch was still on before scanning his other tags before heading off through the door and into the play room. There he saw more doors, with one leading into the bathroom where he entered into. In there he opened up the medicine cabinet and found a few syringes, a few having been used. Being slightly kleptomanic towards medical supplies that are not in use by hospitals or any other health care facility, he took the needles and placed them in his left cargo pocket as he began daydreaming about what good they would be of use with the roll of bandage and the first aid kit included. The thought never occurred to him why there would be a horde of medical supplies near a kid's play room, not once even while leaving the room and walking down the hall with his arms hanging on the collar as he looked down at the ground and thought as he walked.

[Zarkanians]

Trice tossed the keys and caught them. A grin spread across her face. It wasn't evil, no, but it was certainly mischievous. That beautiful car, that Opal with the deep seats and old fashioned innards. Oh god, that car! She was looking forward to taking it right down the avenue and up the winding drive to the Observatory.

She checked her small bundle to make certain she had her meds and snack food. She reached for her phone by habit and grimaced. It was rotten luck to not have it. It kept her on schedule. She didn't even own a watch. No matter, she'd make due.

"Alright, Miss Trilb, please accompany me," she smiled as she walked into the hallway outside the communal dining room. "Temmo, PMX and Snow, you're with us. If anyone has to pee, do it now because I'm not stopping once we get going."

Snow did not have to pee. That was not something he did often. He considered whether he should be drinking more fluids, then dismissed the idea--he drank plenty of things, and besides, it wasn't like dying of dehydration could possibly be much worse than the slow, torturous way that time did you in. He spent a further three seconds reflecting morosely on the horrors of life, before realizing that he was being left behind. He got up quickly, nearly knocking his chair over again, and started out into the hall after Swith. The headache was still there, nagging at him like a bad song, but having something else to focus on was helping him deal with it. And if they found a way out of this Instance in the process, why, that would be wonderful.

[Swith Witherward]

In the mech room, curled up in the fetal position wearing full ACU, with a bandanna on his head with Psalms 91 written on it, an ACU pattern recon wrap covering over his face like a neck gaiter. The soldier rolled around in his sleep til he rolled off, hitting the hard metal floor below. It was so enough to wake him up and try to come to grips with his surrounding area. Confused, nervous, fatigued from lack of sleep and curious, the young lad adjusted his gaiter and retied his bandanna to where Psalms 91 and the first few sentences were showing from his forehead. He pulled his glasses out of his right cargo pocket and placed them over his face. He looked at his left shoulder to make sure his orange V+ patch was still on before scanning his other tags before heading off through the door and into the play room. There he saw more doors, with one leading into the bathroom where he entered into. In there he opened up the medicine cabinet and found a few syringes, a few having been used. Being slightly kleptomanic towards medical supplies that are not in use by hospitals or any other health care facility, he took the needles and placed them in his left cargo pocket as he began daydreaming about what good they would be of use with the roll of bandage and the first aid kit included. The thought never occurred to him why there would be a horde of medical supplies near a kid's play room, not once even while leaving the room and walking down the hall with his arms hanging on the collar as he looked down at the ground and thought as he walked.

Trice glanced up and then looked twice. ACU cammo patterns clashed horribly with the ornate wallpaper. It was the eyebrows, however, that gave him away. Her eyes widened and then she squealed.

"OHMYGOD GT!"

She was a tiny thing under 5' and with mussy hair tussled haphazardly on her head. She wore dark glasses, an old pullover and jeans, and combat boots. Her character's fashion sense didn't really match her own, but it was better than walking around in pajamas all day. The bundle of energy plowed into him and nearly bounced off, but she saved herself by wrapping her arms around him in an intense hug.

"OHMYGOD GUYS! It's GT!" This was for the benefit of those who hadn't lost their hearing during her initial scream. "He's stuck here to," she stated the obvious again. Trice was on a roll tonight. She let go of him and then pointed to the rest of the people in the hall.

"G-Man, look! It's Bran and Snow, well you know him as Snow but his name is Zark, and there's Tilt, he's not going by any name but Tilt, and this is James, and he's in the military too, you might know him as Morlo," deep breath, "And there's Serina... our little Gio! And of course you know Mon but I bet you didn't know Mon was a guy. I did. Ha. Anyway, Mon's name is Brit. And NVE is here, too. He's using his initials... PXM. Cer's downstairs already and what are you doing here? Did you wake up here as well?"

Blessed silence. She stared at him with large brown eyes as if perhaps he'd have all the answers to all their questions. Or quite possibly she was just a bit glassy eyed from the orange she'd eaten.

[ApertureScienceInc]

Trice tossed the keys and caught them. A grin spread across her face. It wasn't evil, no, but it was certainly mischievous. That beautiful car, that Opal with the deep seats and old fashioned innards. Oh god, that car! She was looking forward to taking it right down the avenue and up the winding drive to the Observatory.

She checked her small bundle to make certain she had her meds and snack food. She reached for her phone by habit and grimaced. It was rotten luck to not have it. It kept her on schedule. She didn't even own a watch. No matter, she'd make due.

"Alright, Miss Trilb, please accompany me," she smiled as she walked into the hallway outside the communal dining room. "Temmo, PMX and Snow, you're with us. If anyone has to pee, do it now because I'm not stopping once we get going."

"I'll be fine...just need something to drink." PXM said as he quickly made a cup of coffee and gulped it down just as fast with a couple asprin. He pulled the lab coat he abandoned earlier back on, his mind kept flip floping between more or less. The coat seemed to bring out his act more, but it was warmer than the polo shirt he had on, and it had more pockets.

He tucked the book he had taken from Stephen's bookshelf under his arm. True to his form, PXM was always ready to leave. He hardly needed the restroom and could delay eating for as long as needed. Although, he was perpetually thirsty, and suspicious of tap water. But he would never complain, it wasn't a problem.

"Oh, hello GT." PXM greeted politely, with a low tone.

[Germanic Templars]

He looked down at Trice before looking at everyone else. If this was who he thought it was, then he felt blessed that she didn't try and tackle him to the ground.

He processed the situation within a second and smiled and said, "Well it is good to see us all here." His smile, which couldn't be seen clearly, went to a more serious note. "Don't know, woke up in a small room with metal equipment and such only to walk out into a kid's play room before heading into the bathroom and taking some stuff. Funny really, all I remember was finishing up a MASCAL 30 minutes ago prior to cleaning up, receiving an AAR, and running back to the male's tent where I move to my cot where I fell asleep using the sleeping bag as a blanket. " He explained, as his voice turned a bit British as he talked on for a bit. He looked again at everyone else again before looking down at Trice out of a feeling of awkward joy.

He heard PXM and replied as he lifted his head for a brief second to say, "Hey there. " before looking down.

[Tiltjuice]

"Fennec is made of rubber bands. Welcome, GT. Coffee?"

Tilt waved, rustling much in his garb of tan and gray, as he'd written his characters many a time. "I have many names. Tilt, TtJ, Conscience, CRT, Penguin Fairy, and several unmentionable things. Metal equipment? Did you happen to get any nuts and bolts?" This last, hopefully. "They'll go well with the chopsticks in my pocket."

[Monfrox]

"Hey, welcome to the sandbox!" Brit said, walking up to GT. He knew who he was due to Swith making such a big deal about it. What most other people didn't know was that he and GT went WAY back before PL. GT was in Brit's first RP ever with him to boot. "We ain't got much here, but we aren't short on people that's for sure." He looked between him and Swith. "Wait, didn't you and Cer say I could pass for his brother?" He asked, trying to make sure his memory was telling him right.

[Swith Witherward]

"I'll be fine...just need something to drink." PXM said as he quickly made a cup of coffee and gulped it down just as fast with a couple asprin. He pulled the lab coat he abandoned earlier back on, his mind kept flip floping between more or less. The coat seemed to bring out his act more, but it was warmer than the polo shirt he had on, and it had more pockets.

He tucked the book he had taken from Stephen's bookshelf under his arm. True to his form, PXM was always ready to leave. He hardly needed the restroom and could delay eating for as long as needed. Although, he was perpetually thirsty, and suspicious of tap water. But he would never complain, it wasn't a problem.

"Oh, hello GT." PXM greeted politely, with a low tone.

Truthfully, Trice had been hesitant to try Tina's coffee. It wasn't that she didn't trust the coffee pot. It was that she didn't trust the coffee coming out of the coffee pot. She had the same reservations about the coffee in the break room at work, and so she kept a peculator near her desk. "PXM, there's an extra jacket or three in the laundry basket if you're worried about cold." He was a long way from his beloved desert.

She peered up at GT, grinning at him. Poor guy was probably AWOL by now but at least he didn't have to listen to bad music. "Destroyed France yet? We're all about to head out so you can grab some fruit from the kitchen and come with us or else be very bored here by yourself."

Her tongue formed a raspberry in response to Brit's short joke. "Actually, stand side by side. You really do look like brothers. The noses are different, and Brit, your eyebrows aren't as full, but it's possible."

[The BranRiech]

"Hi, GT." Bran mumbled, barraged with some thoughts from the past, things that brought him to tears, and things he'd rather forget and move on with his life. He looked over, and moved forward to greet the friend. "Aleki's User, eh? Can't wait to get back and keep that going." He chuckled, already used to being in the IC world, sort of at least. "But that's not important right now, I suppose, eh?"

[Germanic Templars]

With all the distraction, the private looked at all and gave a big, nice to meet ya'll in person. But please, if you want to, call me Smith, or Private Smith. And a no go on the coffee but thanks for the offer."
He then listened between Trice and Brit and quickly added his two cents, "I swear I could look like a lot of people just my gaggle of genetic traits." He joked. He then looked at Bran and said to him, "Right what is important is that we all work together to do something which is I have no idea what the hell is going on since I just arrived here." He remarked. He looked at everyone, observing their physical traits while still keeping majority of his face except his eyes and eyebrows covered.

[Erucia]

With all the distraction, the private looked at all and gave a big, nice to meet ya'll in person. But please, if you want to, call me Smith, or Private Smith. And a no go on the coffee but thanks for the offer."
He then listened between Trice and Brit and quickly added his two cents, "I swear I could look like a lot of people just my gaggle of genetic traits." He joked. He then looked at Bran and said to him, "Right what is important is that we all work together to do something which is I have no idea what the hell is going on since I just arrived here." He remarked. He looked at everyone, observing their physical traits while still keeping majority of his face except his eyes and eyebrows covered.

Trying to come around the others whom were now crowding around GT, Temmo curiously eyed the soldier. His appearance was perhaps expected from Temmo's imagination, but that didn't mean that it wasn't a surprise in any form. That tended to be a habit of Eru's: expect exactly what appearance turns up, and yet become shocked from what the person actually looks like. An odd combination, surely.

"Agreed!", his voice came out, perhaps somewhat misplaced yet enthusiastic nonetheless. Temmo's hand came forth from the side, asking for a handshake from 'Smith'. "I'm Eru, by the way, but you can just call me Temmo. It's my real name anyhow."

[ApertureScienceInc]

PXM finally ditched the lab coat, he opted for a brown windbreaker without a hood. He hated hoods, it was the clothing of uncivilized hooligans. Regardless, he would be a bit warmer now.

"Thanks Trice." He said as he transfered the contents of his pockets. They knew he lived in the desert, but not that winters were just as bad...only without snow. Freezing temperatures and winds strong enough to knock him around like paper. Snow was seldom seen, but sometimes he wished he lived further south in the state, further away from society, further into the desert wastelands.

[Swith Witherward]

With all the distraction, the private looked at all and gave a big, nice to meet ya'll in person. But please, if you want to, call me Smith, or Private Smith. And a no go on the coffee but thanks for the offer."
He then listened between Trice and Brit and quickly added his two cents, "I swear I could look like a lot of people just my gaggle of genetic traits." He joked. He then looked at Bran and said to him, "Right what is important is that we all work together to do something which is I have no idea what the hell is going on since I just arrived here." He remarked. He looked at everyone, observing their physical traits while still keeping majority of his face except his eyes and eyebrows covered.

Trice sighed. "Right, I'll try to make it brief. We don't know why any of us are here. Our characters and the cultists are missing. We're trying to find a way back to real life because there's no one left to breathe lift into the RP. No new posts. The world is slowly fading because of it, or so Cer suspects. Some people had strange dreams and awoke with objects in their hands or nearby. Remmy had a feather, I think. Snow had a pineapple. NA had keys. Some dreams seem to tie into each other. Snow and NVE both had an iceberg in their dreams. James and a few others had birds or crows. So, I'm going up to the Observatory to look through street cam footage, if the Brotherhood is still there. Tilt's taking the rest to the Market District to look for clues, since some dreams pointed to the Fish Market. And I get to drive Swith's vintage Opal. Reglardless of where anyone goes, don't walk into anything that looks faded or weird. Don't touch it."

She shrugged. "We might have a way to write ourselves out of here if we can connect to NS. The construct over there might be the key. I don't know yet, and I won't know until we reach the Observatory. And why on earth are you covering your face. You're too handsome for that bullshit. Anyway..."

Trice rumpled Bran's hair. "You can go with Bran and the others to keep them safe, if you want. The Observatory will be really dull."

PMX had returned in his new jacket and she smiled. "Very nice. I like the lab coat better, but the last thing I want is for you to catch cold. Does everyone else have jackets? There's plenty in the pile! Temmo? Brit? Snow?"

With that, she headed down the stairs to join Ren in the lobby.

[Monfrox]

"Oh...okay...but it better not get weird." Brit said with a hint of anxiousness in his tone. He followed up behind Trice and yawned. He still wasn't sure entirely why someone would give such a weird pronunciation to a name, but who was he to judge? After all, it's not like his name brought him anything but misery during his childhood. Still, he, like her, was stuck with it without anything really to do about it unless you went to court. And as much as Brit liked going to court, he'd rather keep his name. He remembered his father saying he was named after someone in the family, but it probably wouldn't hurt to find out just who it was, why, and what were they.

[Zarkanians]

Trice sighed. "Right, I'll try to make it brief. We don't know why any of us are here. Our characters and the cultists are missing. We're trying to find a way back to real life because there's no one left to breathe lift into the RP. No new posts. The world is slowly fading because of it, or so Cer suspects. Some people had strange dreams and awoke with objects in their hands or nearby. Remmy had a feather, I think. Snow had a pineapple. NA had keys. Some dreams seem to tie into each other. Snow and NVE both had an iceberg in their dreams. James and a few others had birds or crows. So, I'm going up to the Observatory to look through street cam footage, if the Brotherhood is still there. Tilt's taking the rest to the Market District to look for clues, since some dreams pointed to the Fish Market. And I get to drive Swith's vintage Opal. Reglardless of where anyone goes, don't walk into anything that looks faded or weird. Don't touch it."

She shrugged. "We might have a way to write ourselves out of here if we can connect to NS. The construct over there might be the key. I don't know yet, and I won't know until we reach the Observatory. And why on earth are you covering your face. You're too handsome for that bullshit. Anyway..."

Trice rumpled Bran's hair. "You can go with Bran and the others to keep them safe, if you want. The Observatory will be really dull."

PMX had returned in his new jacket and she smiled. "Very nice. I like the lab coat better, but the last thing I want is for you to catch cold. Does everyone else have jackets? There's plenty in the pile! Temmo? Brit? Snow?"

With that, she headed down the stairs to join Ren in the lobby.

Snow blinked a few times, glancing around the room. It didn't feel that cold in here; the air-conditioning must be working overtime. "Er, right; forgot. What temperature is it out there?" He was expecting something in the low -20^oC; possibly worse. With windchill maybe around -30^oC. He began searching through the pile for a parka of appropriate density, hesitantly; he didn't like the idea of using other people's stuff. Especially when the stuff in question was so absolutely vital to the survival of its owner. How were you supposed to go out and buy food during the winter if you couldn't even make it across the parking lot without feeling as if your face had ceased to exist at some point near the shopping cart corral? He grimaced; at least he'd never had to go through something like that.

[The BranRiech]

Seeing that everyone else was going to grab a coat for the walk and/or drive to wherever they were going to be going, Bran settled for a grey hoodie. He never wore the hoods, but he liked the comfort in the apparel. What if the places they were going to go had faded places in-between? Would a simple 5-minute drive turn into hours of trying to find a way into these places? No, probably not. Again, these were the random-ass questions floating through his mind as he overthought things too much, like reading into the plot of a book, and annoying everyone with his theories.

"I'd better get back to Tilt then, yah-think? I think he's still gathering in the dining room."

With that, he pointed down the hall and started walking back to Tilt and his group. Was it the Fish-market, or the Market-district in general?

[Cerillium]

"Let's head out."

Ren opened the front door and walked to the street. It was 58*F (14*C) outside with a light wind that made trash paper dance but wasn't annoying enough to bite cheeks. The temperatures would fall by nighttime and the smell of rain was in the air. The trolly line wasn't but a block from Bran's shop. The gaily colored car approached from the north. It wasn't that the Fish Market was far. It stood perhaps two blocks from Chaos but Ren wasn't sure how physically fit any of these people were. The soldiers could hump it in a pinch but the younger ones?

Technically, for those curious minds, the Building sat on the southwest corner of Subabsurdus Street and Main. Subabsurdus was the first eat/west street in the Market District proper. Not many were aware of it, including Ren, until Trice pointed it out to him one day.


He turned his head to smile at the girl as she passed. There wasn't any need to speak farewells. His concern was, as always, on her health but she had people going with her. She'd be fine. Trice was more open about her life than he. The Opal throttled to life moments after. He assumed Temmo, PXM, Snow and Neste had piled in, and it was confirmed as the car nosed onto the street. Trice waved; he waved back and pushed the ever-present thought of this could be the last time from his mind.

The rest remained. Tilt, Min, Remmy, Serina, Jacob, James, Fvaar, Bran, Brit, Smith and Fraire. The Market Street Gang. Sixteen active people total for one RP. Their world stood a chance to survive. Where did Khan go? No matter. The Indian could hold the fort.

Ren chuckled at the irony of English worlds and American history. Bah. He meant nothing bad by it. Everyone, and by that the writer means every last remaining character still dicking around inside the Building, found themselves walking with Ren towards the trolley stop.

The trolly itself was a clever old thing. Morning commuters and casual shoppers intermingled with little old people with nothing better to do than play chess in the park. The gang found seats where they could and enjoyed the leisurely trip up Main. Trolleys were free to ride. There were no stores on the left. A low wall separated the road and sidewalk from the beach and ocean. Fishing vessels were still pulling in to sea. They'd dock near the park and unload their wares into trucks. There were no cars on Main, either. The street was closed to traffic and only the delivery trucks from the docks ventured to cross it; all other deliveries were made via the alley behind the buildings. The right side of the road contained the Market District's vibrant life. They passed Chaos and then found themselves looking at the busy storefronts lining Main.

Ren rose at the Fish Market stop and indicated that the rest should follow him. Men unloaded fish from trucks and packed them into the open air market. It was a large place where nearly ever sort of fish could be found, all arranged on ice or in cases. Some were larger than men. Others, particularly the smelts, were tiny enough to fit in the palm of a hand. It reminded Ren of home in many ways. All the shouting and whistles, mongers negotiating deals, local chefs placing orders for the daily catch. The noise and bustle started before dawn each day and usually tapered off by afternoon.

"I'm going down to the docks to question crew," he told Tilt. "Why not take a group into the fish market to see if the clues mean anything? Anyone want to come with me?"

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Trice drove east towards the expressway which ran the length of one of the rivers. It was faster, despite the added distance, due to the usual heavy traffic in town. They headed north, past Raptor Lake, and then westward again. There were stunning views of the city itself and a glimpse of the airport before they skirted through the Industrial District and made their way up the long road to Cerillium Hill and the Observatory. Neste had remained in the front passenger seat where she could avoid physical contact. It was a crowded ride for the men in back, however.

The Observatory seemed to be populated. Nameless brothers worked in the fields in the distance, perhaps in an effort to check the ground before spring fully arrived. The Observatory was unlocked however no one greeted the group upon entry. There wasn't any Brother Adrastus bobbing and bowing, nor was Marcus there to fetch him.

Trice was familiar with the Observatory's layout and the group swept through the visitor areas and into the monastery's depths. The information would be housed in the lower levels. Brothers' voices could be heard above the general din of machine noise yet there wasn't so much as a fleeting glance of them in the halls. Trice pushed upon a door marked "Records" to find an unpopulated room. She sat Neste down at one of the computer terminals.

"Access it, authority Triumvir level three. You can read my mind. You know what I'm looking for."

The construct got to work.

[Tiltjuice]

"It works for me."

The fish market here was completely unlike the noonday/early afternoon activity in Sai Kung. There, it was mostly fishermen with a few scattered visitors, coming in to sample the fresh catch. A rural feel that made a nice change from the massively crowded city center. He shrugged. Thinking about food didn't really help anyone, or answer any of his concerns. A walk would have been nice. He rarely got to do that these days, stuck behind a desk as he was most of the time.

Tilt scratched his head. "Right, well, dockworkers can be a rough sort, and I don't suspect that there'd be any trouble in the fish market. You want the soldiers with you? I can take some of the less physically inclined, let's say."

[New Aksarben]

"It works for me."

The fish market here was completely unlike the noonday/early afternoon activity in Sai Kung. There, it was mostly fishermen with a few scattered visitors, coming in to sample the fresh catch. A rural feel that made a nice change from the massively crowded city center. He shrugged. Thinking about food didn't really help anyone, or answer any of his concerns. A walk would have been nice. He rarely got to do that these days, stuck behind a desk as he was most of the time.

Tilt scratched his head. "Right, well, dockworkers can be a rough sort, and I don't suspect that there'd be any trouble in the fish market. You want the soldiers with you? I can take some of the less physically inclined, let's say."

"I can come with you, Tilt. See if we can't figure out anything based on the clues we have there." Jacob said with a nod, holding up the pineapple again. He had no idea what they could do with a pineapple in a Fish Market, but if it was related to Tilt, it might be a bit odd. Then again, it would probably make sense once they figured it out. Or at least make some sense. Jacob really wasn't sure at all. Hopefully they could figure something out before lunch came around, too.

"Good luck, Cer, and whoever goes with you." Jacob told him with a nod and a smile, showing his sincerity. "Hope going down to the docks lets you learn something that could help us get home, or if nothing else that could lead us to finding something to let us get home."

[Fraire]

[DELETED]

[Fvaarniimar]

"It works for me."

The fish market here was completely unlike the noonday/early afternoon activity in Sai Kung. There, it was mostly fishermen with a few scattered visitors, coming in to sample the fresh catch. A rural feel that made a nice change from the massively crowded city center. He shrugged. Thinking about food didn't really help anyone, or answer any of his concerns. A walk would have been nice. He rarely got to do that these days, stuck behind a desk as he was most of the time.

Tilt scratched his head. "Right, well, dockworkers can be a rough sort, and I don't suspect that there'd be any trouble in the fish market. You want the soldiers with you? I can take some of the less physically inclined, let's say."

Okay, careful, remain as alert as possible- l'attempt? Euh... Worth a try... except this is Bielefield- possible- ok, deep breaths, Fvaar, s'okay. I know it's scary, but you'll be alright. It won't be much different than Pike Place...
A wave of homesickness hit. It wasn't that Fvaar missed Pike Place. She'd been there once, and it hadn't been that memorable. However, she had been there with her mom.
I wonder how she's doing. She must be frantic- Unless we're operating on what TV Tropes calls Narnia time, that would help. It's weird to take a trope like that seriously... Anyway...maybe? I've always thought- what would I say, if I could? Yeah. The girl, who had been poking an eyebrow zit, stopped and rested her finger. I'm okay. Two slender hands dropped to hang loosely with fingers spread. Same as on that walk... So. Anyway-

"I'm not sure about you, but I'm pretty sure that I'm one of the less physically inclined."