Morning for Naomi began with an attempt to understand where she is at all. The configuration of the bed itself, not to mention the room, is completely unusual. Only 30 seconds later she realized that she was in Trolleborg, many, many (and really many, many and many) kilometers from home. After a few seconds she heard someone cursing something through the teeths. And a little later she found the source of abuses: in the second room of their suite, Wesley in some kind of helmet with glasses jumped and moving around the site in the corner of the room and made strange movements with his legs, as if he run somewhere and kicked something. “Give me the pass!” He suddenly shouted, and, apparently, having not received what he wanted, he stopped and exhaled sadly.
“Ah, you woke up! Wait, I'll pause.”
And taking off his helmet, he explained excitedly and grievously:
“A really tough game we play! They pressured us real hard, almost don’t let us breathe! One hope is to quickly run away, but defenders don’t give me a pass forward! Just a little fast pass - and you see, what I can do with it!!”
“What were you playing?”
“All the same, you know WCQ-84. Only this time in a helmet of virtual reality. You and I were playing on the monitor with a joystick, but here is a natural second reality! Once they did a tackle for me, so I almost got an injury! However, okay, let's play enough some time after. Right now let's go eat something, I’m terribly anxious, and we seem to have breakfast included in the room price”
Breakfast really turned out to be to their service. However, a good third of the dishes were not familiar to travelers at all. Robot in charge of the hotel, although he sincerely tried to clarify what their ingredients are and how they were cooked, didn’t succeed too much, went astray in search of suitable terms, and at the end announced a dish as a “fresh baked watermelon directly from the sea”. After that he make apology (is he sighed heavily?), said that he had to undergo retraining courses, and he redirected the travelers to read Trolleborg cuisine guide, to which he immediately sent a link.
As it turned out, there was one more thing in the smartphones of the travelers - it was Keith, who informed that it could not operate within the hotel, according to the law on the protection of personal rights, but on the street they could always turn to her with a corresponding exclamation. And she, is ready to make for them any route they wish.
Well, with a full belly, of course, it’s really worth to lie still, but in fact we did not go to distant lands with three transplants to just wallow on the couch!
And just after they emerge from the hotel, Wesley and Naomi finally encountered what they were used to on the streets of Zwangzug during the BoF-71 and on the screens during broadcasts from any big competition whatever Trolleborg taking part. From the right came the characteristic polyphonic roar, rapidly accelerating from barely audible notes to a crescendo, from which the glass shook, and then the rhytmic chant “Trolle-borg! Trolle-borg! ... ”, accompanied by the pounding of many legs.
Tourists expected to see a crowd of fans, but instead of them around the corner appeared a crowd of completely wild-looking creatures with a red faces, costumes made from hides, hoods of the most medieval kind on their heads, many with have steel hooks, flails and some really frightening pieces of iron that they waved with great enthusiasm - and they were moving right on travelers really fast!
