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	[b][color=f26522]Prometheus/Docks:[/color][/b] Anisa made her way back up to her quarters and started to unpack her belongings. It was normally something she would have put off until they were back in the black but right then she was waiting for Foy and Dorothy to get back and get an update on the person that had supposedly been on the ship. She needed something to pass the time and there really wasn't anyone on the ship currently she wanted to sit down and speak with. Jackson had usually been the person she vented to, relied on to to unwind and discuss anything. Yet running over the crew in her mind now, she didn't have that anymore. She half wished Gene was still on board, at least she could talk to her but they had parted ways and it was for the best. At least for this new crew. 

	Atticus in the mean time was having a good time of it. He had been given the clear to go through some of Camilla's things before they had sold the Vengeance and he had acquired some new things that go boom from the woman's arsenal. Why a preacher enjoyed blowing shit up was anyone's guess but it was one of his guilty pleasures. Maybe it made him feel like god. Boom! And there was light! No one seemed to know why he did, hell he didn't even really know himself. It was just one of those things he had always enjoyed and had a talent for. His poor school when he was young found out the hard way. The memory of his history professor coming out of the bathroom with his face covered in soot and a toilet seat around his neck as toilet paper rained down from above was one of his fondest memories. Was also the day he got expelled. 

	The doctor was on a more serious note than the preacher. He had decided to not unpack yet and was setting up the med bay. Something about having a fully cleared out med bay to stock, the way he wanted it, where he wanted things, made him feel like he was an actual doctor again and not just some puppet following orders. He had actually enjoyed his time with the Alliance and he still had a few ideas up his sleeve to do with what the Alliance had sent him to the Retribution for but right then, he had his own personal med bay to get ready. Yet the man looked nothing like a doctor, still in his suit, even if his jacket was hung neatly over a chair and his hat rested with it. He looked more like a high paying patient that refused to put on a gown than a doctor but the man knew his trade and as he started going through the two crates he had brought up so far he began making mental notes of things he needed to get before the took off. 

	[b][color=f26522]Toy Shop:[/color][/b] Royus looked down at the board game and then back at Fitz. The boy seemed to like the chose the old man had made. There was a tag for price on the top of the box, a rather high price at that. Was that because it was an actual relic from the Earth that was? Perhaps, it did seem old enough to be that even if it was in wonderful condition despite the dust that hung to the corners. Reaching over Royus took the tag in his fingers and pulled it off carefully as to not disturb the artwork on the case. "It's been paid in full," he said as a small smile came to the elderly mans lips. 

	Tucking the tag in his pocket he gave Fitz a bit of a wink. "A gift for spending time with an old man," he explained. Fitz seemed out of place in this world around people but he was trying. Royus had no idea what the man would end up doing once he left the store but he at least wanted Fitz to know that actually trying did have its rewards and it had been ages since anyone had taken any time out of their day to spend time with him. Oh he spoke to people, customers wanting this and that, yet none of them seemed to appreciate the actual art and skill that went into the toys and games they purchased, none wanted to bend an old mans ear. Fitz had done both and perhaps restored a little of the agings cynics faith in humanity.  

	[b][color=f26522]West:[/color][/b] You know how they say that certain cities you can tell when you leave one part of town and are in another just by changing streets? This is one of those times. A single block west of the Merchant Area and there is an old set of tracks laid into the road that doesn't seem to have been used for many years. Perhaps it was part of the city long before it grew into what it is today? Either way you now know what they mean when they say "someone is from the wrong side of the tracks." these buildings are not in nice clean rows. They are built up, like shanties that are hanging there and waiting to fall. The clothing those to the west are wearing are faded and frayed. They are dirty, they look at you as if you are out of place. 

	People sitting in windows above the streets look down and one has to wonder how these shacks are actually not falling in on themselves. The roads in this part of town are not clear cut, in fact it feels more like you are trying to wind constantly down alleyway after alleyway. If one is not careful they could easily feel like they were stuck in a labyrinth. Thankfully the buildings, while much higher than the merchant area do have breaks between them for many feet at a time. A quick check every so often and you can probably figure out at least if you are facing north, south, east, or west. None of fronts of the buildings seem to have doors, just open archways and curtains, most of which are pulled back. There is no clear cut signs either to tell you what a shop is, a place to is, or a home is. It just all seems to run together. It obviously wasn't set up for ease of tourists, just must be something known by the locals that are forced to live there. The smell of sulfur though is strong in this area, seems most of those that live there work the mines on the planet.