Location: Northern Exit of Subterrean, Crest, Wrotham
Time & Date: 21:00 - August 14th
Status: Closed [ @kalliawexler ]
Despite having years of experience navigating the Subterrean, she felt her extended absence from Wrotham as she cut he way through the underground. She had always felt comfortable weaving through the underbelly of the city, as she was friendly enough with the scourge that ran it. However the black market was an every changing beast, and it seemed that most of the stall keepers she had at one point or another considered friends had gone into hiding, been arrested, or killed. The big wheel keeps on fucking turning.
She had nothing to sell and very little she needed to buy, so less than an hour after she had descended into the subway tunnels she found herself heading for the exit. As she made her way towards the surface, she could feel the air clearing. The polluted air of Crest went down easy compared to the dank heavy air of the Subterrean. She inhaled deeply as she reached the top of the stairs, assessing the crowd lurking at the entrance. One could never be too careful.
To her surprised she recognized one of the figures. Slowly approaching, she pulled a sleek box out of her pocket. Tapping the cigarette box against her wrist light, her eyes flicked up to meet Kallia’s, her Synthetic eye glowing dully in the darkness. “Fancy meeting you here.”