voice

[outer_npcs]

Ah! These now work as well. Excellent.

Welcome to your new home away from home. I am the first and last person you'll ever need to know. You'll notice we don't have much in the way of material goods but you are in luck. I am the resident trader of the Old City.

Should you need something, we might be able to make a trade.

Comments

[rpondicus]

How's that work, when we really don't have anything we can give up?

[breakablegirl]

[So, so suspicious.] What kind of trade?

[voice because he thinks that's the way you prefer]

[knightoflight]

'These'. So you know what these comm devices are? How long had they not worked?

[How long had Wing been here? He had a horrible thought, when he left the ship to see the sand and craggy stones: that this was his planet. Which meant his City might be out there. Under there.

[Or...destroyed and long ago in the past.

[It had not been a good thought.]

[equivalent_trade]

Whoa! This thing is a radio?

The Old City? A trader? So you'd know what people have here, right? Do you have geological surveys? Information on local minerals?

[He's going to give you the informational shakedown, Trader Guy.]

[voice]

[original_fine]

They might work, but I'm not used to them working this way. You have a name?

[voice]

[waspromisedcake]

Like food?

[diziet_sma]

Old City implies there's a newer one.

[text; locked]

[seesobserves]

You control all commerce in the city?

Dated probably the day after she arrived

[buckingauthority]

[Starbuck hobbles in on one crutch (which she's been told she'll have to return to the hospital). She's kinda pissed about it, but she's been ordered to rest her knee as much as poss to let it heal. Which means that lugging her harness with oxygen tank and helmet attached has been tough going. But she's perservered and is now dumping it on the counter.]

What can I get for this? It's got at least 48 hours of oxygen left in it.