<> <> <> <> "Will you be requiring transportation to the surface, Mr. Grahovac?" <> (I'm assuming Mars has enough of an atmosphere to make using the ship to get down there a bad idea?) (Yes.) * Leopoldo responds over the radio. "Yes I will." "The SpaceBus will be around to your ship in a few minutes. Thank you for visiting Red New York, and enjoy Sangria-Beltane." <> * Leopoldo nods and leans back in the chair. He looks at the stars while idly humming to a tune in his head. <> * Leopoldo picks one of the less amateur stations to tune into while he waits for the bus. <> * Leopoldo nods and confirms the docking request, doing what is required, if anything, for the ship to dock. He also collects the belongings he'll be taking down for the week and mentally goes over a checklist of what to do. "Get the shipment, have fun, don't get into trouble. Shouldn't be too hard." <> "Bags to carry, sir?" I got them just fine, but thank you anyways. * Leopoldo follows the bellhop, carrying two large suitcases and a loaded backpack. "As you wish. This way, sir." <> * Leopoldo doesn't seem too worried by it. He idly looks at the bellhop's nametag, assuming he has one. <> <> <> * Leopoldo takes a seat on one of the open seats near the hull, so he can look outside. He puts his two suitcases up in one of the compartments for luggage and keeps his backpack with him. * Leopoldo smiles and waves Garry down, assuming he's not talking to someone or doing something else. <> "Sir?" * Leopoldo shrugs. "How have things been with you? The trip is always faster if you have someone to talk to." "I've been fine, sir, if rushed because of Sangria-Beltane." * Leopoldo nods. "Good to hear. You like your job, Garry?" <> "Sorry to jump in, sir. Something to drink or eat?" Oh? No thank you, I had something before I came on board. <> "I suppose I like it." * Leopoldo holds a hand out for Garry to shake. "Name's Leopoldo. Just call me Leo, everyone else does. I've been to Red New York a bunch of times, but only one time before on Sngria-Beltane. Have things changed much in six or so years?" (Err, Sangria-Beltane) <> "Uhm, not too much, sir. They've done some major renovations down on Washington Drive, and they nano-dested the Stone building, and haven't put anything but a small garden on the plot yet." Should be interesting. * Leopoldo flips through the channels to the frequency that the controler on this craft is using, to hopefully find out how long until landing time. (Err, controller) <> "Mayor Deisling's pushing for a reform on the water system but nothing's happening yet. They closed the last ATC-sponsored building the just a year or two ago, too." <> Interesting how ATC has a major hold almost everwhere in the ESC except here. One reason I like this city so much, and one more reason I wish I could visit more often. * Leopoldo nods to himself. "We should be landing soon. Do you have anything you need to do until then?" "It makes for an interesting place, yes sir." <> "Actually, I do. I have prelanding checks to make. Thank you for the chat, sir. Perhaps I'll see you again." Yes. Thanks for the talk, and have fun. * Leopoldo smiles and waves to Garry as he stands up and walks away. <> * Leopoldo looks out the window as it enters the atmosphere. He doesn't grip his seat, because last time he did, um... there were finger marks in the armwrests. <> <> "We have landed, folks. Thank you for visiting Red New York, and have a fun and safe Sangria-Beltane." <> * Leopoldo tunes into something better than the crap they play over the airport speakers. He collects his baggage and waits in line to exit the craft. <> * Leopoldo blinks and goes over. The peachish-highlights on his scales turn a light hue of green. "U-uh... Hello?" <> "Mr. Leopoldo Grahovac? Just some formalities for traders, sir. Fill this out while I ask you these required import questions." * Leopoldo nods, and his scales change back to normal. "Oh, okay." He takes the clipboard and starts filling in answers with appropriate responses. "Now. Have you brought any substance considered illegal by the ESC or the Red New York City with you?" No, sir. "Any weapons considered illegal or any weapons with intent to sell them during your stay here?" No. "Any fruits, vegetables, or animals not considered viable for Martian climes?" No. "Okay. And I see this isn't your first visit to Red NYC, sir, so I'll skip the introductory lines. Have a nice day, sir." <> Thank you very much. You too. * Leopoldo looks around the spaceport. Not much has changed, right? <> <> * Leopoldo takes it all in, admiring the architecture and artwork and stuff. "Now, to drop off my luggage." He exits the spaceport and proceeds to work his way to the hotel, provided it's not too far. <> <> <> * Leopoldo puts both suitcases in his right hand, having very little diffuclty, and waves at the bellhops with his left. He's smiling, of course. He looks at the hotel admiringly, and steps in through the doors. <> <> * Leopoldo walks over to check-in, idly talking to himself. "Didn't know I had registered to a such high-class hotel. Oh well." He then turns to the front-desk. "Hello, I'm here to check-in. Leopoldo Grahovac." <> "Yes, sir, you reserved one business-class suite, correct?" * Leopoldo nods. "Yes." "Fantastic, sir. Here, please place your thumb on the pad..." <> * Leopoldo puts his thumb on the pad. "And now the room should be keyed to your thumbprint. Please enjoy your stay, sir, and ... oh, wait. Someone left you a letter." <> * Leopoldo takes the envelope. "A letter?" He takes it. "Thank you very much." He bows his head slightly and then walks off to the elevators, assuming MIB's or something doesn't try and stop him. (Oops. forgot to tell you the room number. Well, make it 402.) <> * Leopoldo enters the room, turns on the light, and settles down his luggage. After doing so, he sits down and opens the letter with a clean-swipe from one of the convient letter openers. <> <> * Leopoldo raises an eyebrow. "Interesting. It would be rude to turn down an invitation, though." He looks over the card for any other information, in particular the formality of the auction. <> * Leopoldo looks over at his luggage and smirks, talking to himself some more. "Well, I knew there was a reason mom got me that suit... Until then, though, it's time to have some fun." <> <>