<> (Oh, THAT place. Okay.) * Threnody blinks. %% We're... quite high. %% (I'm not going into /msg when it's just us.) (Good enough for me.) * Rochelle looks up at the number. %% Yeah. Uh... I guess... %% %% If nobody went to Mars, they had to do something with all the people? %% * Threnody presses 'down'! He's got this technology thing down! <> %% The TV said somethin about 'people hives' under the surface... maybe it's just a priveliged class that lives above ground? %% He gets into the elevator. %% But if it that's true, why are we squeezed in here like 'Tomorrow, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow'? %% (Thren reads Vonnegut. Hahaha. Ahem.) * Rochelle gets in the elevator. %% Beats me. I don't think cyber cats are normal anyhow. %% <> * Threnody smiles. %% The... whoa. %% He looks at the door. %% This is fast. %% <> * Rochelle blinks. %% Yeah. And smooth. %% * Threnody nods and steps out. %% I guess when you have nowhere to build but up, elevator technology increases exponentially. %% %% Yup. %% * Rochelle stalks along. Meow. <> * Threnody blinks as he walks along. %% How, er... %% He fumbles for a word. %% ...retro. %% %% It's Earth. I thought you were used to it? %% * Threnody shakes his head. %% No, this is different. The Earth I was born on... everything was in an old style, but there was love and care involved. %% He frowns. %% This is just... neglect. %% * Rochelle doesn't even blink at that. %% Bet it's 'cause everyone lives here. %% <> * Threnody mms, at least mentally. %% Maybe. %% %% I think so. %% She warms up to the idea a little as she looks around. %% 'Cause not only rich people with too much time don't live here. %% (Er, get rid of that don't.) * Threnody tacks a telepathic chuckle onto a smile. %% I can agree with that... ow. %% He rubs the back of his neck as he cranes it to look up at the OMGBUILDINGs. <> * Rochelle tags along behind Thren. %% It's less blue. %% %% Well, Seattle is usually pretty grey, but this isn't the city I remember. %% * Threnody follows that statement up by heading to where he remembers the fish marketing BEING, since it's hard to misplace the bay. %% Um, yeah. %% < <> * Threnody glances around as he walks. %% For a city as high as this one, there's a rather pointed lack of air cars, I notice. %% (I am Fodor's Future Altverse Seattle.) (Ha!) (Thren sees flying cows! D:<) * Rochelle looks up. %% Hey, yeah. I was too busy looking at shoes. %% %% Shoes? %% That seems to sink a bit, then he giggles. %% Oh. %% (We can just assume any vocalizing he does is mental at this point.) %% Cars aren't gonna step on me. %% %% ... That's kinda gross. %% * Threnody blinks. %% Hmm? %% %% Cities don't smell good when you're a cat. %% * Threnody stretches his arms behind his head. %% Maybe you'll have a deeper appreciation for it when we get back to normal. %% * Rochelle flicks her tail, still taking in the world below. %% Nah, cities smelled bad anyway. Now they just smell worse. %% %% Exactly. %% <> * Threnody shivers a little bit. %% This is getting a little dystopian for me. %% * Rochelle looks up and watches someone pass, then keeps walking. %% Gonna fight with a woman soon. Wha? %% * Threnody stops. %% What do you mean, fight with a woman soon? %% * Rochelle doesn't stop. %% Oh, some guy. I think it's his wife. %% * Threnody sighs and hangs his head a little. %% We need to find some way for you to find these things out farther in advance. %% <> * Rochelle sniffs the air. %% Sometimes I know things way ahead of time. %% * Threnody mms (with his brane) and glances around. %% This used to be... %% He pauses. %% This used to be a bustling, bright district. %% %% Yeah? There's still fish here. %% * Threnody raises an eyebrow. %% The fish were sort of a secondary goal, you know. You sure being a cat's not affecting you? %% %% Hey, I'm hungry. %% * Rochelle watches another person pass, but this time she doesn't comment. * Threnody stays on his guard, telepathically speaking. Roch is usually right. (Darn tootin'. I AM hungry!) <> * Threnody looks a bit relieved. %% Well, that's a relief. Now to handle the money issue... %% He pats himself down. There's got to be money somewhere. %% You just print it, right? %% * Rochelle watches the fish fly. Fly, fish, fly!~ <> * Threnody blinks, looking at the credstick. %% Looks like we're rolling in nuyen^H^H^H^H^Htildes. Whatever those are. %% %% It's money, I guess? %% * Rochelle tears her attention from the fish to look at the stick. * Threnody flips the stick over. %% Well, unless the Spanish alphabet has some other quantifiable use, I would assume so. %% * Threnody palms the thing, then freezes with a wince. %% ...how am I going to ask for fish when I can't talk? %% %% You could write it? %% %% Or point, or something. %% * Threnody raises an eyebrow. %% On what? %% A pause. %% Maybe if I move my lips, he won't realize it's telepathy... %% * Rochelle somehow conveys a mental shrug. %% Maybe. %% * Threnody goes to buy fish! <> "'Mornin, Mr. Roundtree. Your usual for you and Priscilla?" * Threnody attempts to force a look of surprise off his face, then nods. Yes, he would like the usual for him and Priscilla. %% My name is Priscilla? %% Pause. %% I can't believe you named me Priscilla. %% <> %% *I* didn't name you anything, if you'll recall. %% He makes with the attempted catch! %% Your other you, then, or whoever. %% (Block defense vs. Fish! XD) (OMG FISH!) (We're having so much more fun than they are! XD) <> "You have a good day now, Mr. Roundtree." (Did you catch the joke inherent in the name?) * Threnody nods, then pauses, and produces the credstick. Please god, let this be normal. (*thinks hard* No, but I am brainfried today something hardcore.) (Richard Roundtree, unless MY brain is fried, played the original Shaft.) (...aha.) <> <> "Ha, nice joke, asshole, go toss this one back in the bay. Now I'm gonna have to head to ZeRoCanx a month early." * Rochelle gets half a glimpse. %% Is glowing fish normal for here? %% * Threnody blinks. Must... scan thoughts... to understand what the hell he just said. (Sorry, was AFK) (Oh! Never mind. I thought he meant the *stick* was a nice joke.) * Threnody shakes his head and hastens to walk away. A few million rads never hurt anyone, but actually, they hurt everyone. * Rochelle pads alongside Thren. %% No... I suspect there's something wrong with the environment around here. %% %% Oh. %% * Threnody glances at the packet of fish. %% I suddenly have an uneasy feeling. %% %% Yeah? %% * Threnody nods, but keeps walking. %%Radiation... he must have been talking about radiation. That's the stereotype, isn't it? Glowing green...%% * Rochelle pauses for a moment, then she thinks, %% Nothin's gonna- uh, yeah. %% %% He didn't sound too worried, though. %% <> <> * Threnody stops and takes a look for a moment. Nothing better to do. <> <> * Threnody tilts his head. %% ...what an ecclectic sales pitch. %% %% Huh? %% * Rochelle glances around, then looks in the direction Thren is. It takes a while for her to see it. %% ... I guess it works. %% * Threnody nudges his head at ZeRoCanx. * Threnody hmms and keeps walking. %% It's an interesting claim. That fishmonger said 'early'... %% He looks back for a moment. %% I guess people go regularly. %% %% If everything's radioactive, I guess that's a good idea. %% <> (I have a tongue, just no larynx, yes?) (Yes.) * Threnody whistles, which he *can* do. %% Those prices are fairly steep... but if you haven't got your health, you haven't got anything. %% %% Heh. Yeah, I guess that makes sense. %% <> (Of ZeRoCanx? Or our building?) (ZeRoCanx.) (I am cat! I have lots of money!) (Yeah, really. The tribally-marked mute and his cat are good marks.) (Cat's don't need money to live the good life.) <> * Threnody keeps walking. He can deal without a sales pitch right now. %% I wonder if we can even *cook* this. %% %% Beats me. Wonder if it'd taste better raw if I'm a cat. %% * Threnody sniffs. %% Raw fish has never struck me as all that tasty. %% (Behold the irony.) (Just hit me.) %% Me neither. %% (Idle a sec to get some popcorn.) <> * Threnody enters! Can't disappoint the building. * Rochelle follows! Yay building! <> * Threnody takes them! In a Marxist society, they are thrilled to be fulfilling their purpose. <> (Well, we're clearly not in a Marxist society.) (Must not be a Marxist society.) (ha!) <> <> * Rochelle is a cat! And she goes through. * Threnody goes through. Also, fuck the proletariat. <>