@aethealer
fibonacci may not be the safest ward to gallivant around in when it comes to the lower levels, but the tech available in the upper reaches can’t exactly be found anywhere else in town. the people up top must be some kind of rich, judging by the state of things the further down you go; there’s no way they’ll miss parts from parking meters or ATMs or anything. they’re easily replaced, and a girl has to operate on a budget.
there are plenty of different people in the city ― people the likes of which she wouldn’t see at home. when marie glances up from the side panel of a fancy touch-screen vending machine and sees a young woman with exceptionally real-looking cat ears and a tail, her mouth drops open. after pulling her haul of wires out and screwing the panel shut again, the engineer rushes over to her with an earnest burst of energy.
❝ hey! ❞
she practically skids to a halt next to the woman.
❝ um, hi ― if this is a rude thing to ask, please forgive me, but are your, uh, ears... real? if they are, that’s really cool! oh, ❞ marie stops abruptly before she gets to rambling, aware that she’s probably making a fool of herself.
❝ sorry! my name’s marie. ❞
