[anyone who happens to be near this frizzy-haired Circle member when the world hop happens will find themselves treated to a nice view. . . of pure exasperation]
Don't skew what I said. . .!
[he's staring at his watch, rubbing his temple with his free hand, trying not to laugh in annoyance. Astoria why!1]
Akira told you to pace yourself! This doesn't look like pacing yourself, Astoria!
[. . . yelling at his watch isn't going to help, is it]
B. The hostel
[well, anyway. after spending a moment wishing he could reach through the universes and shake Astoria until she rests, Akira makes his way to the bottom floor of the hostel. it's natural, as a biological, nutrient-consuming being, that he finds himself drawn towards the food first. which is. . . um. how he winds up with a plate of some gray-colored, glorified goop]
[appetizing]
[he's seated at a table, staring at the goop with a put-out expression. until you happen to pass by, that is]
Hey.
[hey!]
I'll bet you ten-- [he glances at his watch] -- credits? That you're not gutsy enough to eat this.
[wanna make a wager??]
C. The races
[a few days into their stay in Struxta, and Akira is as tense as a board]
[. . . he knows his reaction is kneejerk. he knows that the stuff about the "Mass Subconscious" isn't at all like the complete and total control Yaldabaoth displayed over the people of Japan. but it makes him nervous nevertheless. every Struxta citizen seems happy and content, but every Struxta citizens seems to adhere to one line of thought and one line of thought only. it's tough to pinpoint individuality in this city. it's tough to pinpoint discontent. and while he wouldn't wish unhappiness or strife on anyone (especially not after El Minha) something still seems. . . off]
[but the more he searches, the less he seems to find. there's no law enforcement (no need, apparently) and even those who even think about doing something illegal (like cheat at the races) seem to change their minds instantly. is that a good thing. . . ?]
[maybe. a city where every citizen gets along, where everyone has the best interest of the whole in mind, is ideal. maybe. . . it's just that Akira is having a difficult time believing a place like this can actually be real]
[at any rate, his diving into the shadier areas of the city has found him a job lugging machinery from point A to point B, and a lot of that machinery is stuff utilized in the races. and so today, Akira can be found near the more broken down areas of the racetrack. . . uh. chasing down a rogue wheel that's somehow escaped from him]
Stop that wheel!
[it's rolling down the line of shops, bouncing off of walls and the ground alike. help a guy out]
no subject
[anyone who happens to be near this frizzy-haired Circle member when the world hop happens will find themselves treated to a nice view. . . of pure exasperation]
Don't skew what I said. . .!
[he's staring at his watch, rubbing his temple with his free hand, trying not to laugh in annoyance. Astoria why!1]
Akira told you to pace yourself! This doesn't look like pacing yourself, Astoria!
[. . . yelling at his watch isn't going to help, is it]
B. The hostel
[well, anyway. after spending a moment wishing he could reach through the universes and shake Astoria until she rests, Akira makes his way to the bottom floor of the hostel. it's natural, as a biological, nutrient-consuming being, that he finds himself drawn towards the food first. which is. . . um. how he winds up with a plate of some gray-colored, glorified goop]
[appetizing]
[he's seated at a table, staring at the goop with a put-out expression. until you happen to pass by, that is]
Hey.
[hey!]
I'll bet you ten-- [he glances at his watch] -- credits? That you're not gutsy enough to eat this.
[wanna make a wager??]
C. The races
[a few days into their stay in Struxta, and Akira is as tense as a board]
[. . . he knows his reaction is kneejerk. he knows that the stuff about the "Mass Subconscious" isn't at all like the complete and total control Yaldabaoth displayed over the people of Japan. but it makes him nervous nevertheless. every Struxta citizen seems happy and content, but every Struxta citizens seems to adhere to one line of thought and one line of thought only. it's tough to pinpoint individuality in this city. it's tough to pinpoint discontent. and while he wouldn't wish unhappiness or strife on anyone (especially not after El Minha) something still seems. . . off]
[but the more he searches, the less he seems to find. there's no law enforcement (no need, apparently) and even those who even think about doing something illegal (like cheat at the races) seem to change their minds instantly. is that a good thing. . . ?]
[maybe. a city where every citizen gets along, where everyone has the best interest of the whole in mind, is ideal. maybe. . . it's just that Akira is having a difficult time believing a place like this can actually be real]
[at any rate, his diving into the shadier areas of the city has found him a job lugging machinery from point A to point B, and a lot of that machinery is stuff utilized in the races. and so today, Akira can be found near the more broken down areas of the racetrack. . . uh. chasing down a rogue wheel that's somehow escaped from him]
Stop that wheel!
[it's rolling down the line of shops, bouncing off of walls and the ground alike. help a guy out]
D. Wildcard
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