[b]On Aevum.[/b]

There it is. Disarmament. There’s no risk of being [i]reviewed.[/i] Not after sharing something like that. Something hard and stiff and tense as a held bowstring relaxes, melts, inside of Vesna. She’s been holding it since Yellow— since [i]November[/i] made her offer. How sore it is. How incredible the relief of letting it fall slack.

“Exactly,” she says. “It‘s that same feeling you get from the really good open world games: that you walk into a place and it’s both imbued with meaning and begging for you to interact with it. That the indents in the carpet [i]mean[/i] something. That there’ll be a reward if you pay attention to them, even if it’s only in your own heart. This is a place where people are encouraged to do that. Where they can be themselves with friends, where they can poke around and get to know the place, where I don’t keep too many secrets back here.”

She sneaks Yellow a glance and smiles like, say, a fox might. “But of course there are secrets. It’s just that most of them are upstairs…”

***

[b]Concerning the Park.[/b]

Maybe? [i]Maybe?[/i] As if that’s not 3V’s [i]goal[/i] once she gets the whole Dating Disaster squared away. Hitting up the forums, asking around on social media, doing her best to try to get in contact with the kind of people who know better than she does how to get this treasure trove reproduced and maintained.

There’s definitely more story here, some hitch, some intellectual property snag that will hit before the end of the project— but that’s for later. Right now, 3V is back in town, she’s dating an android harem, and she’s on the Move to find more interesting things. So what’s good? What’s the new place to eat, what’s the underground scene, what’s the latest station attraction?