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[color=lightgray][i]Location: Keyrs' Apartment - Border of Halcyon Heights and Mapleview | Morning[/i][/color][/CENTER]

Keyrs scoffed as the newscaster on the radio equated "beautiful Summer morning" with "85 degrees". Of course they did. Most people did. Weather forecasts were such [i]weatherists[/i]. 29 degrees -as it would be listed in her home country of Canada- in the [i]morning[/i] was hardly cause for a smile. What was it going to climb to during the peak hours of noon-to-four? 29 was already about 5-6 degrees higher than Keyrs' preferred maximum.

Chance of showers sounded nice. At least that was reported neutrally.

In any case, she had a cooling system in her gear. A true "must have" -not a feature she even thought to offer optionally. She wasn't going to be one of those cash-sucker-sellers who required you to pay extra for features that honestly existed in the category of "needed for well-being".

The following crime report included mention of a body washing up on the shores of [i]Halcyon[/i] Beach. Was nothing sacred anymore?! Not that crime anywhere was unusual, as evidenced by how that particular crime tidbit was reported with no more alarm than the rest, but still. A location named after symbols of peace and calm set certain expectations in one's mind. It was all just false advertising at this point.

From her balcony, where she was sitting working on modifications to her helmet, Keyrs looked up. 

The apartment she called home was situated on the border between the aforementioned neighbourhood, and the poorest. Her balcony was positioned such that she could look left and see Halcyon Heights to the North, or look right and see Mapleview to the south -or, as the locations existed in her mind: the neighbourhood she deserved to be living in, and the neighbourhood nobody did. 

Following moments of compassionate reflection and self-centered brooding, Keyrs reverted attention to her work. The laser sights/guns she was working to install on the bases of her antennae feeling all the more prudent.

But, something wasn't quite meshing. She set down her tools a moment later, pausing with another moment's consideration of the situation. "[COLOR=#BF40BF]This calls for Solar Crisps,[/color]" she declared in a matter-of-fact way to herself, shifting from her slouched, foot-against-the-railing position into one conducive to standing up. "[COLOR=#BF40BF]Maybe some Five-St*rr Crush, too.[/color]" 

Keyrs bent over to pack her tools back into their kit with one hand while keeping her helmet on her lab with the other. Shutting the case, she then placed the helmet on her head before grabbing the former object and heading back inside.

She shut the screen and interior door behind her, engaging the lock mechanism of each in turn and closing the blind, set the tool case where it was meant to go, and after changing to casual "going out" clothes from her casual "staying in" clothes -and doing a few other pre-going out routine things- locked behind her the third door of the day -her front. After first [i]un[/i]locking it to get out of course. One could not [i]live[/i] in this city without keeping the doors to their domiciles thoroughly locked at all times. 

Extra thorough in Keyrs' case, and not by way of 4 different bolt locks plus a chain, though she had those too -analog was an [i]essential[/i] backup should power outages by way of overtaxing the grid or EMPs occur- but by way of her own specialized security system which definitely was [i]not[/i] for sale. As soon as you sell your technology that's when it can be co-opted; corrupted; [i]exploited[/i]. Even sooner than that, really, but Keyrs had responses to hackers, too. 

In any case, now on the other side of the door, Keyrs inserted a credit card-shaped USB into a camouflaged port, rapped three of her fingers on the drive's touchscreen in a certain way, then removed it and snapped the drive into a section at the inner-wrist of her glove.

That all done, she proceeded down the stairs -much more agreeable than the elevator- and once out on the street, placed her specialty-gloved hands into her pockets and started to walk to a convenience store in Riverside.

Detritus was visible on the streets on the regular which tended to prompt Keyrs to think of Riverside as [i]What's-In-Your-Riverside[/i], but oh well. 
It wasn't a bad walk, all things considered

[center][color=lightgray][i]Location: Riverside | Before Noon[/i][/color][/center]