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Ridley had made time before his Summit hit to do a few odd jobs for cheap, just as a final goodbye to the bounty hunting profession after so many years in the game. He sat at the entry of Sevian, his elbows behind him as he leaned against the steps and analyzed the passersby. “I don’t reckon you need anyone to disappear, do you?” he called out to whoever would listen.
"I’m sorry, this building is closed to visitors today,” Merrick said dryly, standing his ground. The droid only had one job today —— and it was to keep others from entering the Summit, unless they actually resided there. “I hope you understand.”
“I’m so fed up with Avalon. Who wants to go out somewhere nice, like Ghel?”
Cole hated Avalon immensely, ever since he was thrown onto the city’s doorstep and expected to blend in. Every form that he had to take on was annoying, every interaction that he attempted with his broken Basic was frustrating. Hearing someone talk to him, the bolug tried his best not to explode the drink he was holding in his hand. Here we go again.
“What need?” he asked, not looking at them.
Rune stood outside his ship which was docked in the local hangar, leaning against his helpful droid so he could patch up a particular scratch that had been bugging him for weeks. It wasn’t until he felt the shuffling of footsteps that he looked over his shoulder. “Can I help you with anything?” he asked with a growing smile. “I can take you anywhere in the Core, free of charge.”
For someone skilled in solving puzzles, Junko lost herself in the maze of Pandora Heights very easily. She didn’t venture so high up normally, most of her clients sourcing from her home in the lowest district or from the one just above. She sat, staring at an electronic map that requested access to her communicator so it could lead her out of the plaza, but she didn’t trust that in the slightest.
“Excuse me,” she said to the nearest available person. “Do you happen to know how you get back to the Slums from here?”
Kezia arrived at her studio hours after closing the evening prior, exhausted from the events that had transpired at her residence with her fiancé. Her sole escape was her work — so she’d snuck in through the back entryway and spent the entire night composing memories in her lonesome as she unwound.
At some point, however, the enervation seeped through her bones and once she blinked, her eyelids remained shut as she sunk into a deep slumber square in the middle of the studio floor, the projection of a peaceful meadow still running seamlessly around her.
It wasn’t until the chime of someone entering did she reawaken with a start. “W-Welcome to Jade Enterprises,” she said on instinct, sunken eyes opening up and a tired smile stretching across her face. “How may I help you today?”
“I attempted to visit Diamond Realities. I don’t understand why those who are, er, living — I don’t understand why they would want to imagine a world that isn’t there when they could take a ship to visit it in person. Granted, I was almost refused service for what I am, but I don’t understand the purpose of it.”
