[b]Fiona:[/b]

The first bangs of gas grenades are heard in the middle distance. Not close to hear, no, but it’s the first ship landing on the shore of that isolated split-nation island. 

Fiona looks up, at the world on the ceiling, to see the distant sparks like supernovas in the night. She sighs, this was a lot sooner in the day than she expected, and she makes ready one last thing she brought with all the boxes. 

She unboxes and unfolds a modified soundnet projector used for small outdoor events like wedding areas, looking like the digital equivalent of the old oil burners restaurants used to use for outdoor eating areas. Modified to produce the same air filtering effects Leather was using for his firefighting demonstration. It’s big enough to project a cloud over the skate bowl, over the lego play area. 

“They’ll be safer here than if they go anywhere in this.” She says, and taps something on her phone. “I’m going to put a map pin here so people caught out in this know it’s here. The tear gas can kind of spread and linger, especially with the spin gravity.” 

“Okay. Next question. We going back to my place so I can spoil you, maybe do some debugging while I’m in there and see if I can catch anything Green’s missed - sometimes a [i]different[/i] eye’s more important than a better one - or do you want to go out there and do stuff?” 

She flexes her modified leg motors to emphasize she’s good for both. 


[b]Apostle:[/b]

“Laksa sucked, obviously.” Apostle says as they round the corner, then; “Oh shit.” As Brown messages. “You look like you actually had to do something. Good job.” This one isn’t stilted, they’re actually impressed. They go radiate in a corner like they said they would. 

They half rest back in a chair at the other end of Junta’s bed, thin white shirt slipping over the cathedral glass plates underneath as they get comfortable, and close their eyes as if going to sleep, and then open one again. 

“Other people would be mad at you if you didn’t, huh?” They ask knowingly. They pull their phone out of their pocket and hold it up for Brown to see. “Actually, you might like this. You said you’re Observation, right? Here.” 

It’s the Eris server app, but filled to the brim with way too many servers. Like, you need to mod the app to hold this many. Also part of the mod is that the client background is a picture of two android girls in renaissance dress, one lifting the other’s chin with a rapier. The picture’s fantastic, but it makes the text behind it way more difficult to read, unless you’re completely insane.

“I’m a mod for about a third of them.” They say. “Because I lurk all of them and know about the shit people start in other servers. And it turned out stopping people spreading drama into my other spaces was less work than doing nothing and watching it play out.” They put their phone back in their pocket and close both eyes again with a wry grin. “Most people think I’m insane for it.” 

[b]Train Gang:[/b]

So we’ll get to everyone else in a moment, but I think it’d be funniest to start with Red.

See, because Red has just gone for the nearest command node access for the railway line, a private and out of the way disused station building mostly abandoned after a district rezoning. Even if she wants to head to a command [i]center[/i] this is the most expedient point to access the rail network to get her own vehicle to get to one. 

And inside it she finds crates upon crates of armament, and a very surprised black panther in a beret and a leather jacket who shoots up off the crate she was perched on with a half-empty bottle of rum. 

[b]Chaka Zulu:[/b]

“Fuck, it’s you. I swear,” Chaka says, slurring her words slightly, “I wouldn’t have sold her the gun if I knew she was going to use it on a judge.”