Post by Ilana Logan on Jun 6, 2012 11:20:44 GMT -5
Immediately after Felicitous Faculties
Ilana walked through the streets of Bellforge. On the outside, she was looking for the shops which carried the things she needed, but on the inside, she was still more than a little pissed off. As she walked, she tried to cool off, and as more time passed, as she walked along by herself, she slowly succeeded. By the time she'd been walking for an hour, she had calmed down nearly completely.
She found the electronics shop, and walked inside. She looked around for a while, finally finding a screen for her cortex panel. Hers wasn't broken, she just wanted a bigger one. The one she had was a little small to be doing all the work she wanted to do on it. She picked up the screen and carried it to the counter and laid it flat.
"I'm not quite done. I just didn't want to carry it while I look for everything else. I'd probably drop it and end up paying for two of them," she said.
The man behind the counter only responded by nodding a little curtly. She turned and went back to looking. She found a small box of random cables, wires, and ports. She pawed through it for a minute and decided it had everything she needed and then some so she picked it up. Then she found the imaging software she wanted, a memory expansion drive, an encyclopedia, and a wireless adapter for the databook.
She looked around for another minute, and realized that the rest of the things she wanted would have to come from somewhere else. She took the items she had acquired to the counter and set them beside the screen. He totaled her up and she paid.
"You got a rucksack or somethin' I can put all this in?" She asked.
"Ayuh," the man said and leaned down behind the counter.
He came back up with a large woven bag with a drawstring top. The kind of bag people filled with 20 or 30 pounds of potatoes. She took the bag, and put her things in it. She hefted the bag over her shoulder, stuffed her receipt in her pocket, and walked out.
By this time, having something to occupy herself with, she had pushed the events of the bar completely from her mind for the time being. She continued on her way, searching for another store that would have everything else she needed. Finally she found a resale shop that carried odds and ends. It looked like the sort of place she could find the things she needed. She went inside and began her search all over again.
Finally, she found pieces of metal, tied together with twine, and labeled as metal shelving. The pieces were fairly thick, and it looked as though it would suit her purposes, so she picked it up and headed to the counter, thinking she was going to need something to sit on while she put all this together. She put it up on the countertop and noticed a couple cushions strapped to a bunch of metal rods, labeled as a tall barstool. That's exactly what I need, she thought. She picked it up and put it on the counter too.
The man standing behind the counter gave her a funny look, but only told her how much she owed. She paid him too, added her new things to the bag, and walked out. She realized as she walked that there was no way she was going to carry all of this stuff all the way back to the ship. The bag had gotten fairly heavy, and while it was no trouble to lift it, she knew her arms would feel like jelly if she carried it the whole way there, and they'd probably hurt pretty bad the next day. She began looking for a cab when she noticed a weapons shop. She went inside, found a ballistic mesh piece, paid for it, added it to the bag, and walked back out.
She walked back to the main street, or what looked like the main street anyway, and started searching in earnest for a cab. She spotted one, hailed it, and as she waited for it to come to her, she spotted a stand with fresh fruits and vegetables for sale. Mmmmm, I haven't had tomatoes in a long while, she thought.
She picked through the tomatoes, gently because their skin was so thin, and found two that were bright red and weren't all mushy. "Perfect," She said aloud. She bought them tomatoes, put them in a plastic sack, and got onto the cab.
"Longstreet's Compound," She said, and the driver went.
Ilana walked through the streets of Bellforge. On the outside, she was looking for the shops which carried the things she needed, but on the inside, she was still more than a little pissed off. As she walked, she tried to cool off, and as more time passed, as she walked along by herself, she slowly succeeded. By the time she'd been walking for an hour, she had calmed down nearly completely.
She found the electronics shop, and walked inside. She looked around for a while, finally finding a screen for her cortex panel. Hers wasn't broken, she just wanted a bigger one. The one she had was a little small to be doing all the work she wanted to do on it. She picked up the screen and carried it to the counter and laid it flat.
"I'm not quite done. I just didn't want to carry it while I look for everything else. I'd probably drop it and end up paying for two of them," she said.
The man behind the counter only responded by nodding a little curtly. She turned and went back to looking. She found a small box of random cables, wires, and ports. She pawed through it for a minute and decided it had everything she needed and then some so she picked it up. Then she found the imaging software she wanted, a memory expansion drive, an encyclopedia, and a wireless adapter for the databook.
She looked around for another minute, and realized that the rest of the things she wanted would have to come from somewhere else. She took the items she had acquired to the counter and set them beside the screen. He totaled her up and she paid.
"You got a rucksack or somethin' I can put all this in?" She asked.
"Ayuh," the man said and leaned down behind the counter.
He came back up with a large woven bag with a drawstring top. The kind of bag people filled with 20 or 30 pounds of potatoes. She took the bag, and put her things in it. She hefted the bag over her shoulder, stuffed her receipt in her pocket, and walked out.
By this time, having something to occupy herself with, she had pushed the events of the bar completely from her mind for the time being. She continued on her way, searching for another store that would have everything else she needed. Finally she found a resale shop that carried odds and ends. It looked like the sort of place she could find the things she needed. She went inside and began her search all over again.
Finally, she found pieces of metal, tied together with twine, and labeled as metal shelving. The pieces were fairly thick, and it looked as though it would suit her purposes, so she picked it up and headed to the counter, thinking she was going to need something to sit on while she put all this together. She put it up on the countertop and noticed a couple cushions strapped to a bunch of metal rods, labeled as a tall barstool. That's exactly what I need, she thought. She picked it up and put it on the counter too.
The man standing behind the counter gave her a funny look, but only told her how much she owed. She paid him too, added her new things to the bag, and walked out. She realized as she walked that there was no way she was going to carry all of this stuff all the way back to the ship. The bag had gotten fairly heavy, and while it was no trouble to lift it, she knew her arms would feel like jelly if she carried it the whole way there, and they'd probably hurt pretty bad the next day. She began looking for a cab when she noticed a weapons shop. She went inside, found a ballistic mesh piece, paid for it, added it to the bag, and walked back out.
She walked back to the main street, or what looked like the main street anyway, and started searching in earnest for a cab. She spotted one, hailed it, and as she waited for it to come to her, she spotted a stand with fresh fruits and vegetables for sale. Mmmmm, I haven't had tomatoes in a long while, she thought.
She picked through the tomatoes, gently because their skin was so thin, and found two that were bright red and weren't all mushy. "Perfect," She said aloud. She bought them tomatoes, put them in a plastic sack, and got onto the cab.
"Longstreet's Compound," She said, and the driver went.