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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>Tis a fine, crisp, fall afternoon. Rod's perched against a soda machine, nursing a can himself. Where do mall rats find those things anyway? The rest of the city's been out of soda for a year, but there he is, enjoying sugar ambrosia.<br> <br>Sasha walks about in her usual white t-shirt and blue denim shorts. Stapped to her back though is an M16A2 however, with an M23B grenade launcher unders it. She hasn't had the launcher part set up for proper use yet, but the rifle has been repaired and has special magazines that make rounds while they aren't in the mag tray from ambiant nanites. Today she is shopping for more... delicate attire, having nothing but similar outfits and her RSX uniforms. Living at the KS building for now, it was a short walk. Spying Rod though, she looks at him funny a moment. "Hey, what is that?" she asks, being born not too long ago, she has no clue what a soda is!<br> <br>Aliasi is browsing through some of the things available at the mall when her nostrils flare. Soon, Rod finds himself confronted with the looming presence of a very tall, angelic black-fleshed figure. "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?!" she says with notes of incredulity and desire.<br> <br>Finally, fall was drawing near. The hot summer sun was never fun when one is the proud owner of a heavy mane. In a need of a few supplies or perhaps just a minor visit, a silver furred and suit attired lion strolls his way into the mall with a gleeming smile, but perhaps a hint of tired eyes. Naturally, he notices the famous Rod upon his entrance and looks at him for a few moments. Come to think of it, he's never really had much of a conversation with him. "Greetings sir," Dio says as makes his way towards Rod. But then, he notices his recent new... Employee? Friend? Regardless, he gives Sasha a lovely wave, along with Aliasi too. "And hello to you too, ma'am."<br> <br>"Hey man," Rod says in general greeting as he is approached by three people in short order, "What, this? You want?" He holds out the can with a stylized rendition of an orange on the side, "I only got half way in, enjoy. What's the haps? I hear they're building a rocket or something, far out stuff right there."<br> <br>Aliasi shakes her head, "I don't want one like that. Or one at all, really. It's just about as crazy as if you'd been playing frisbee with an old America Online CD."<br> <br>Sasha takes a look at the can, sniffing it a few times, "No thank you, but... what exactly is it?" Not much liking the carbination tickling her nose, she looks over to Dio, "Oh hello again there... Lion. I never quite caught your name." She says then looks over to Rod once more, "A rocket? Where are they building that? Eureka? Woodfield?" she asks curious a moment.<br> <br>Dio looks upon the soda with a bit of interest, but to be honest, we hasn't a big fan of such sugary drinks. Tea was the favorite by far. "Ah yes, I've heard about the ongoing rocket project. Certainly an interesting venture. To be honest, I haven't really caught up with how it's been going." The lion looks back at Sasha and comedically slaps his forehead. "My apologies! I shoul've introduced myself. The name's Dio, my lady," he says, taking a rather deep bow.<br> <br>Aliasi adds, "Just don't call him Ronnie James. He gets grouchy when you do that. A rocket, huh? You know, it's occurred to me more than once that if anyone could explode a nanite bubble on the moon or mars or something, you could make it livable in real short order..."<br> <br>"Thing I don't get," says the mall rat as he pulls from his unclaimed can, licking his lips clean of sugar, "Is how they're building a rocket with so much of the city all trashed and everything. Priorities, man, they're way gnarly. So what brings you down to the mall? Looking to trade?"<br> <br>Sasha nods to Dio and Aliasi, then to Rod, "Well, yeah, it is strange that they would focus on that. I hear Eureka is doing ok though as far as that goes. Mom talks about Eureka a lot these days, I wonder how many cities are out there. Been to, well, here, Woodfield, Eureka." she says idly to herself before, "Oh! Yes, I'm looking for some different clothes, something that would look good at a... well, a party, I have nothing like that, and don't want to ask Mom." she says, blushing a bit.<br> <br>"Being such a musical legend," Dio comments, "I feel I'm undeserving of taking the full of his name. I think I'll simply stick to Dio for now. Or perhaps just Lion when need be." Crossing his arms across his chest, he continues to listen to Rat Cool with interest. "Curious indeed. But perhaps we could do something rather grand with such a project? At the very least, I hear people are also developing nanite shielding of sorts." Hearing the word Mom, he looks back at Sasha curiously. "How is mother, by the way?"<br> <br>Aliasi says, "The city being trashed can be an excellent reason to build a rocket, if it's trashed enough. Like that coal mine out in, what, Pennsylvania?" She pauses. Of course, most of the others probably have no idea. The downside to rapid maturity is the knowledge passed doesn't usually include such trivia.<br> <br>Rod flashes a smile at Sasha, "Far out. We can get you some cool threads, no problem." He pushes off the soda machine and drains the last of his can. It gets tossed aside, landing in a small bucket with a recycling logo on it. "I can't explain what goes on in big wig heads. I have enough trouble keeping track of my own far out ideas." He moves to one of the dimly lit storefronts and shouts inside, "Hey, wake up dudes, you got a customer." A few stout slaps against the metal shutter summons forth three rats from within, two female, one male, that swarm over Sasha with the subtlest of gesture from Rod and begin inspecting. "So, uh, what are you trading? And yea, guess that's true, but what, riding a rocket to another state? Far out."<br> <br>Sasha gives a slight yelp as she is swarmed over, "Well, I was going to use freecred of course, but I could go home and get salvage if you would rather." she say, "And, careful with messuring please." she says. Looking to Dio she shakes her head, "Mother... is not well." She says, but her ears twist at the talk of a rocket to another state! "Where would they go? Isn't there only Cali, Washington, and Oregon?" she asks, "And they are in all 'chopper distance."<br> <br>"Oh! Perhaps I should push my luck." Dio claps his hands together once and rubs them a bit before setting them back down and following behind Rod. "I was curious if perhaps this establishment may have any interesting books I could borrow. You might've heard about the new project that intends to digitize books for the public," he says, waving at the newly arrived rats. "I would be most grateful. It could be anything, from a simple children's picture book or as complex as an encyclopedia." Getting a reply from Sasha, the lion shakes his head. "I see... Perhaps we should cheer her up a bit... And another state? That would be interesting. Perhaps even visit our friends on the east."<br> <br>Aliasi shakes her head. "You wouldn't need a rocket to go to another state. And there's plenty of other ones. Assuming they haven't been nuked, of course."<br> <br>Rod looks confused a second, then reaches to slap Sasha on a shoulder, "What, you really never heard? Dude, there are tons of states, fifty to be 'xact. Used to be you could just hop in a car and get to fourty eight of 'em easy enough, but these days the cars are crappy and the roads are worse. Heck, I've been to plenty of states myself." he says, hiking a thumb at his own chest, "'Fer Freecreds, sure. We like trades, but whatever, cash works so long as other people're still taking it."

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Revision as of 21:20, 18 September 2013

Participants

• Aliasi
• Dio
• Nuku
• Sasha

Date

18/9/2013

Log

Tis a fine, crisp, fall afternoon. Rod's perched against a soda machine, nursing a can himself. Where do mall rats find those things anyway? The rest of the city's been out of soda for a year, but there he is, enjoying sugar ambrosia.

Sasha walks about in her usual white t-shirt and blue denim shorts. Stapped to her back though is an M16A2 however, with an M23B grenade launcher unders it. She hasn't had the launcher part set up for proper use yet, but the rifle has been repaired and has special magazines that make rounds while they aren't in the mag tray from ambiant nanites. Today she is shopping for more... delicate attire, having nothing but similar outfits and her RSX uniforms. Living at the KS building for now, it was a short walk. Spying Rod though, she looks at him funny a moment. "Hey, what is that?" she asks, being born not too long ago, she has no clue what a soda is!

Aliasi is browsing through some of the things available at the mall when her nostrils flare. Soon, Rod finds himself confronted with the looming presence of a very tall, angelic black-fleshed figure. "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?!" she says with notes of incredulity and desire.

Finally, fall was drawing near. The hot summer sun was never fun when one is the proud owner of a heavy mane. In a need of a few supplies or perhaps just a minor visit, a silver furred and suit attired lion strolls his way into the mall with a gleeming smile, but perhaps a hint of tired eyes. Naturally, he notices the famous Rod upon his entrance and looks at him for a few moments. Come to think of it, he's never really had much of a conversation with him. "Greetings sir," Dio says as makes his way towards Rod. But then, he notices his recent new... Employee? Friend? Regardless, he gives Sasha a lovely wave, along with Aliasi too. "And hello to you too, ma'am."

"Hey man," Rod says in general greeting as he is approached by three people in short order, "What, this? You want?" He holds out the can with a stylized rendition of an orange on the side, "I only got half way in, enjoy. What's the haps? I hear they're building a rocket or something, far out stuff right there."

Aliasi shakes her head, "I don't want one like that. Or one at all, really. It's just about as crazy as if you'd been playing frisbee with an old America Online CD."

Sasha takes a look at the can, sniffing it a few times, "No thank you, but... what exactly is it?" Not much liking the carbination tickling her nose, she looks over to Dio, "Oh hello again there... Lion. I never quite caught your name." She says then looks over to Rod once more, "A rocket? Where are they building that? Eureka? Woodfield?" she asks curious a moment.

Dio looks upon the soda with a bit of interest, but to be honest, we hasn't a big fan of such sugary drinks. Tea was the favorite by far. "Ah yes, I've heard about the ongoing rocket project. Certainly an interesting venture. To be honest, I haven't really caught up with how it's been going." The lion looks back at Sasha and comedically slaps his forehead. "My apologies! I shoul've introduced myself. The name's Dio, my lady," he says, taking a rather deep bow.

Aliasi adds, "Just don't call him Ronnie James. He gets grouchy when you do that. A rocket, huh? You know, it's occurred to me more than once that if anyone could explode a nanite bubble on the moon or mars or something, you could make it livable in real short order..."

"Thing I don't get," says the mall rat as he pulls from his unclaimed can, licking his lips clean of sugar, "Is how they're building a rocket with so much of the city all trashed and everything. Priorities, man, they're way gnarly. So what brings you down to the mall? Looking to trade?"

Sasha nods to Dio and Aliasi, then to Rod, "Well, yeah, it is strange that they would focus on that. I hear Eureka is doing ok though as far as that goes. Mom talks about Eureka a lot these days, I wonder how many cities are out there. Been to, well, here, Woodfield, Eureka." she says idly to herself before, "Oh! Yes, I'm looking for some different clothes, something that would look good at a... well, a party, I have nothing like that, and don't want to ask Mom." she says, blushing a bit.

"Being such a musical legend," Dio comments, "I feel I'm undeserving of taking the full of his name. I think I'll simply stick to Dio for now. Or perhaps just Lion when need be." Crossing his arms across his chest, he continues to listen to Rat Cool with interest. "Curious indeed. But perhaps we could do something rather grand with such a project? At the very least, I hear people are also developing nanite shielding of sorts." Hearing the word Mom, he looks back at Sasha curiously. "How is mother, by the way?"

Aliasi says, "The city being trashed can be an excellent reason to build a rocket, if it's trashed enough. Like that coal mine out in, what, Pennsylvania?" She pauses. Of course, most of the others probably have no idea. The downside to rapid maturity is the knowledge passed doesn't usually include such trivia.

Rod flashes a smile at Sasha, "Far out. We can get you some cool threads, no problem." He pushes off the soda machine and drains the last of his can. It gets tossed aside, landing in a small bucket with a recycling logo on it. "I can't explain what goes on in big wig heads. I have enough trouble keeping track of my own far out ideas." He moves to one of the dimly lit storefronts and shouts inside, "Hey, wake up dudes, you got a customer." A few stout slaps against the metal shutter summons forth three rats from within, two female, one male, that swarm over Sasha with the subtlest of gesture from Rod and begin inspecting. "So, uh, what are you trading? And yea, guess that's true, but what, riding a rocket to another state? Far out."

Sasha gives a slight yelp as she is swarmed over, "Well, I was going to use freecred of course, but I could go home and get salvage if you would rather." she say, "And, careful with messuring please." she says. Looking to Dio she shakes her head, "Mother... is not well." She says, but her ears twist at the talk of a rocket to another state! "Where would they go? Isn't there only Cali, Washington, and Oregon?" she asks, "And they are in all 'chopper distance."

"Oh! Perhaps I should push my luck." Dio claps his hands together once and rubs them a bit before setting them back down and following behind Rod. "I was curious if perhaps this establishment may have any interesting books I could borrow. You might've heard about the new project that intends to digitize books for the public," he says, waving at the newly arrived rats. "I would be most grateful. It could be anything, from a simple children's picture book or as complex as an encyclopedia." Getting a reply from Sasha, the lion shakes his head. "I see... Perhaps we should cheer her up a bit... And another state? That would be interesting. Perhaps even visit our friends on the east."

Aliasi shakes her head. "You wouldn't need a rocket to go to another state. And there's plenty of other ones. Assuming they haven't been nuked, of course."

Rod looks confused a second, then reaches to slap Sasha on a shoulder, "What, you really never heard? Dude, there are tons of states, fifty to be 'xact. Used to be you could just hop in a car and get to fourty eight of 'em easy enough, but these days the cars are crappy and the roads are worse. Heck, I've been to plenty of states myself." he says, hiking a thumb at his own chest, "'Fer Freecreds, sure. We like trades, but whatever, cash works so long as other people're still taking it."