#nahyuta 01

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——- As far as districts go in Spirale, she finds Golden pleasant. It’s modern, accessible, and has all the shopping she can dream of on prices that, unlike boutiques in Los Angeles, aren’t meant to cripple her financially. ( Not that money here is quite the same. ) 

For this day she’s already visited Golden and left, having printed a small variety of photographs -- and headed towards the one thing she hadn’t done today. Food. And that’s just what Archimedes is for.

It’s where she usually goes to swim or gawk at the architecture -- this time she’s finally located the food court, no doubt temporary and seemingly well populated for that reason.

So many booths and so much to choose from -- Spiralean food, though similar in some aspects, has proven unfamiliar, and Athena is happy to sight a noodle booth amongst the crowds and queues. Taste of Home indeed -- it’s just the right amount of salt and flavor she’s inevitably going to miss when the festival closes up. She leans against the edge of the booth, making space for the queue at the front -- and nearly chokes on her noodles in surprise.

Long braided silvery hair -- it can’t be a coincidence, as she’s spent long enough envying the color. Regal white attire. Yes, she’d been told she might see them around, but actually doing so is another shock entirely. Athena finishes her bite -- swallows, lest she looks any more impolite than it already is to accost a person in public -- and approaches, skirting around a pair of visitors blocking the way.

If she wasn’t sure of their identity, she is now -- unless Prosecutor Sahdmadhi has a secret twin, which might not be entirely off the mark with all their family complications. ( For once she’s glad Widget isn’t here to blurt that out. )

“Would you look at that!” There are people with friendlier faces and less convoluted past interactions, but if she holds any grudge, it doesn’t reflect in the beaming smile she gives them. “Prosecutor Sahdmadhi! I knew I’d find you eventually, but everyone that’s supposed to be here is kind of scattered...”

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Spiciest hot wings in the Ward, free if you complete the challenge.

That’s what the sign read. Mika blinked at it, noting the free part but. Why? He never understood contests like this. From the smell off the shop’s window, it was potent, spicy, surprisingly made his eyes water from over here. That’s what happens when you get the strongest nose available.

Then came the fine print: required, at most four people to at least 2 people to complete the challenge in an hour.

Oh well... He didn’t have that many people. But free food... Mika sighed, shoulders dropping. At least he wasn’t shy. The next person to walk by, he was immediately on their business.

“Hey would you be interested in free food?” He asked, jabbing a thumb back at the sign he finished reading. “I’m lacking at least one other person to participate.”

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Now that was a fashion choice Netero could get behind. All around kind of style that was rather familiar to him, maybe one he would have worn a long time ago. It wouldn’t suit him now, of course, he had his own style at the ripe age of 115 or... Was it 116 now? Ah, it didn’t matter. He had long sense lost that elegance awhile ago, so he stuck to something that worked with him.

Or at least he thought so.

“Now why couldn’t my vice chairman dress like this instead of the ridiculous suits he chooses to wear?” Said loud enough to make himself known, but the statement was to himself. “What made you decide on this style?”