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[@Nallore] Anthony used the last of the eggs he had in the fridge to make himself breakfast. It was a good thing that he was going to stop by the supermarket later, or else he might have had to find some other way of hustling up some grub tomorrow. Or just go out to a cafe and actually order some food. Wait, was the supermarket even going to be open that late? Either way, if he was planning on doing some shopping later it might do some good to see what else was running low/empty at the moment.

As far as cooking went, Anthony's eggs came out a lot better than they usually did. He was able to properly cook them over easy without any yolk breaks, pan stickage or over/undercooking them. They were properly seasoned and looked all pretty like when slid onto the plate. They weren't mind-blowing, best eggs ever type stuff, but a solid eight-and-a-half out of ten.

Breakfast aside, Anthony had a bit of a conundrum to contend with. Information technology was by no means perfect. He had access to Georgian internet, but gaining information available on Terran or Xinon servers were entirely different stories. Xinon was almost entirely out of the question due to all the issues going on over there and the moment. Earth-based servers on the other hand could be accessed, but would take gratuitous amounts of time to load given the sheer distance that needed to be traversed. The fact that the internet was still interconnected was something of an engineering miracle. Normally this wouldn't be so much of an issue, but Anthony had almost nothing to work with, and choosing to stick to local resources might lead to missing something important. But at the same time, Earthly information might not be necessary, and the extra time used up just waiting to even get it might eat up any ability to even make any headway online today.

[@Lady Amalthea] On the inside of the lobby was a man who looked to be about middle-aged, looking around cautiously. He was a bit shorter than average with some additional width to his build as if to compensate for the lack of stature. Despite his advanced age, he still maintained a full head of coarse, black hair. Well, mostly black. There were strands of silver-gray mixed in. Nervously, he approached Sunie, resting his mitts on the countertop.

"Um, excuse me you wouldn't h-happen to be able to give directions, would you?" A cursory glance at one of the man's hands would reveal that for whatever reason he was shaking. And now that she could hear some more of his speech, the dialect was definitely off-planet, almost certainly a native of Earth, and not Philian. More specific than that was something Sunie couldn't suss out. Even in New Cardiff one wasn't exposed to a lot of different languages on Georgia. Mostly English with the occasional Mandarin.