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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 17, 2004 23:15:13 GMT -5
As you depart your cloudboat, you are all herded into a large temporary waiting area with the rest of the passengers from the transport ship. As the thousands of people mill about aimlessly, military police patrol noiselessly overhead on exoskeleton-mounted suspensors, shock rifles set to wide burst and ready to quell any crowd uprising.
Many vendors of New Galat have decided to set up shop in the waiting area, selling visas, work permits, and basic supplies at exorbitant prices to the new immigrants.
Atop of the waiting area is being erected a large scanning device, which will, once it is activated, identify and log the biosignature of each immigrant, which will then serve as a form of personal identification inside the city.
(Please set up your characters in this waiting area. You have no possessions other than a few changes of clothes, a couple of small personal items, and only enough credits on your multi-card to be able to survive for a few days.)
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Post by Merkuri on Aug 24, 2004 20:56:02 GMT -5
Emmy walks absently into the holding area. An old brown knapsack is slung over one shoulder, and she clutches it as if it is the only thing she has left in the world, which is entirely possible. She stares up at the bioscanner. Whether she is afraid that it will fall or she is worried about its proper function, the thing obvously makes her nervous.
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Post by LittleBano on Aug 26, 2004 8:32:55 GMT -5
Wendal walks into the bioscanner chamber and waits to be scanned. Once the process is over he walks into the waiting area. His eyes scan the room. He is impecibly dressed in an expensive suit and gleamingly clean shoes. He sits down and begins to listen to the others in the area seeing what he is able to pick up.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 26, 2004 11:20:35 GMT -5
<-- To Merkuri only -->
As Emmy wanders around the chamber, she finds herself nearing the edge of a group of people and entering a sort of clearing where half a dozen merchants have put up plasteel booths with bright holographic banners that proudly advertise their products.
I've got cheap permits right here!calls out one rowdy merchant, gesturing wildly in an effort to make himself heard over the din Work permits! Property permits! You can't stay homeless forever - get your permits before they're all gone!
You there! Pretty lady! yells out a bearded merchant in Emmy's direction Don't listen to that charlatan, I've got everything that you want right here. Come here, let's chat.
A pair of soldiers float past the clearing, using their mere presence to keep the crowd from swarming the booths.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 26, 2004 11:28:33 GMT -5
<-- To Littlebano only -->
As Wendal flexes his muscles innocuously, his ears begin to reverberate strongly. The sheer amount of noise generated by the crowd seems to block out any specificity that his sensitive ears have, creating instead an annoying buzz within his head.
A short, skinny, bald man sits down between Wendal and a tough, tanned man a few seats over. His ebony skin matches the black finish of the seats, but contrast strongly with his verdant green eyes.
Its rare to find our kind in the Halebrian system he mutters, just loud enough for Wendal's hearing to pick up, You may not know it, but you're in more danger than you think.
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Post by Merkuri on Aug 26, 2004 13:49:09 GMT -5
Emmy's wanderings take her up to the bearded merchant's booth. She fingers her multicard in her pocket and looks over his wares. Her face looks like many of the other refugees' here, listless and worried. "You need to buy something to work here?" she asks, not looking at the merchant.
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Post by CosmicHorror on Aug 26, 2004 15:01:30 GMT -5
Jerek walks into the room, his bag slung over his muscled shoulder. He looks around for anything or anyone familiar.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 26, 2004 23:03:56 GMT -5
<-- To Merkuri only -->
Of course, my dear. Perhaps you've been behind on the news. The Vestran labor force has had a bit of a shortage lately, and this recent Halebrian exodus has been a great boon to our economy. Of course, the government, paranoid as it is, deems that selling work permits is the best way to keep track of you all as well as making sure that you can contribute well to the economy. said the bearded man I could sell you a work permit and a job, if you'd like.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 26, 2004 23:08:24 GMT -5
<-- To CosmicHorror only -->
As Jerek sits down and looks around, he notices a few dozen more laborers gathered together in a group nearby, but doesn't recognize any of them.
A short, skinny, bald man sits down between him and another well dressed man a few seats over. His ebony skin matches the black finish of the seats, but contrasts strongly with his verdant green eyes.
Its rare to find our kind in the Halebrian system he mutters, just loud enough for Jerek to hear it, You may not know it, but you're in more danger than you think.
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Post by CosmicHorror on Aug 27, 2004 0:12:31 GMT -5
Jerek looks over at the strange man, trying to get some idea of what he wants. "What are you talking about? Who are you? he asks defencivly.
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Post by LittleBano on Aug 27, 2004 7:33:22 GMT -5
"There is danger everywhere... could you be more specific in the danger you speak of." Wendal looks at the man that sat next time him.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 27, 2004 9:38:16 GMT -5
<-- To Littlebano and CosmicHorror only -->
The man shifts his gaze from Jerek to Wendal and back again, very deliberately.
Come. he stated, while getting up from his seat. The word seemed to carry a strong compulsion with it, making it almost impossible to resist.
The ebony-skinned man walked directly into the crowd, not even waiting to see if Jerek or Wendal could keep up.
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Post by LittleBano on Aug 27, 2004 11:03:18 GMT -5
Wendal looks at the man walking away, shrugs his shoulders and begins to follow.
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Post by Merkuri on Aug 27, 2004 12:22:59 GMT -5
Emmy looks suspiciously at the merchant. "I can understand why they'd need to keep track of immigrant workers, but what's the logic for making people pay for them? Do you have a permit to sell these permits?"
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Post by CosmicHorror on Aug 27, 2004 13:26:03 GMT -5
Jerek looked at the man as he left, then at the other man he had been talking too. Figuring that any knowledge is better then no knowledge, he grabbed his bag and followed the strange man.
(OOC- On an interesting note, check the google adds.)
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