...very true, and that's why most of the irrelephant details get figured out and not used. S'why I was surprised when you asked- usually I have this sort of thing planned out, but I didn't expect to be asked about the other dossiers.
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Anyway, once I was inside the climate-control field, I took a second to wipe the sweat off my brow, refresh my barrier jacket (I used to think the TSAB had the best laundry service ever. I was wrong), and fix my hair. Presentation is half of style, after all.
Immaculate once more, I turned my attention to my surroundings... and the small city that had been built inside the field. So this is where they're hiding. Interesting.
Valle del Sol was something of an odd duck. Most of the settlement looked precisely like what I'd expect- a dusty, dirty mining town, living off what they could pull out of the mining pit just past the far edge of the bubble. Then, there was a section- someplace between a third and a quarter- that looked for all the world like an upper-class retreat. It was mansions and gated communities, as far as the eye could see... thanks to some clever landscaping, which hid the mining town from sight.
...so a bunch of rich people wanted to get out on the frontier, but didn't want to actually see what frontier life was like? Is that what I'm seeing, here?
Finally, you had 'downtown' Valle del Sol, which felt like a mix of the two. The main streets were clean and neat, full of respectable shops and restaurants... but the side streets had plenty of bars, cheap stores, and apartments for the people who actually ran the place. Hm. So you have the workers in one place, the gentry in another, and the people who serve both groups in a third. Interesting setup.
...but where are my targets? The dossier gives me the impression that they're working-class thugs, basically- mages, higher status, but thugs nontheless. Given that, they're probably not in the gentry district. Downtown, maybe? Plenty of bars and living space there. Seems like the most likely place.
Good thing they got a magical signature scan off. Should be able to narrow things down significantly.[SEARCH ALREADY IN PROCESS]
...well, that's convenient. [Set search orb flight profile to low-visibility, Malleus.]
[ALREADY DONE]
Ah, the joys of having a good assistant. Off to check the mining area, then.The mining 'district' (I wasn't sure if there was a formal separation there, but it sure felt like it) was a good fifteen minute walk from where I'd entered the weather control field... in my old body. As it was, it took me a bit over twenty minutes to get down and over there.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
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Anyway, once I was inside the climate-control field, I took a second to wipe the sweat off my brow, refresh my barrier jacket (I used to think the TSAB had the best laundry service ever. I was wrong), and fix my hair. Presentation is half of style, after all.
Immaculate once more, I turned my attention to my surroundings... and the small city that had been built inside the field. So this is where they're hiding. Interesting.
Valle del Sol was something of an odd duck. Most of the settlement looked precisely like what I'd expect- a dusty, dirty mining town, living off what they could pull out of the mining pit just past the far edge of the bubble. Then, there was a section- someplace between a third and a quarter- that looked for all the world like an upper-class retreat. It was mansions and gated communities, as far as the eye could see... thanks to some clever landscaping, which hid the mining town from sight.
...so a bunch of rich people wanted to get out on the frontier, but didn't want to actually see what frontier life was like? Is that what I'm seeing, here?
Finally, you had 'downtown' Valle del Sol, which felt like a mix of the two. The main streets were clean and neat, full of respectable shops and restaurants... but the side streets had plenty of bars, cheap stores, and apartments for the people who actually ran the place. Hm. So you have the workers in one place, the gentry in another, and the people who serve both groups in a third. Interesting setup.
...but where are my targets? The dossier gives me the impression that they're working-class thugs, basically- mages, higher status, but thugs nontheless. Given that, they're probably not in the gentry district. Downtown, maybe? Plenty of bars and living space there. Seems like the most likely place.
Good thing they got a magical signature scan off. Should be able to narrow things down significantly.[SEARCH ALREADY IN PROCESS]
...well, that's convenient. [Set search orb flight profile to low-visibility, Malleus.]
[ALREADY DONE]
Ah, the joys of having a good assistant. Off to check the mining area, then.The mining 'district' (I wasn't sure if there was a formal separation there, but it sure felt like it) was a good fifteen minute walk from where I'd entered the weather control field... in my old body. As it was, it took me a bit over twenty minutes to get down and over there.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.