Lorsh
Varlot
Minke's Inventory
-Fine civilian outfit [Worn]
-Handbag [Slung]
-Camcorder [Bag]
-Notebook [Bag]
-x5 pens [Bag]
-x3 pencils [Bag]
-Your Citizen ID [Pocket]
-Your Ration Card [Pocket]
-$30.00 certs [Pocket]
IC below
-Fine civilian outfit [Worn]
-Handbag [Slung]
-Camcorder [Bag]
-Notebook [Bag]
-x5 pens [Bag]
-x3 pencils [Bag]
-Your Citizen ID [Pocket]
-Your Ration Card [Pocket]
-$30.00 certs [Pocket]
IC below
To Never Question
You are Minke Koe, a professional journalist for Henna Media, an "independent" magazine and news publisher with heavy connections to the state-run media of the Autumn Party. You currently work for the branch in the City of Auran, one of the outer urbzones of Sanctaria. Currently, you are in your small office at the Henna Media building, located across from the hospital. One of your deadlines has recently passed, so you have a bit of free time on your hands, since your stories have already been submitted to your publishers. While you are presumably relaxing, or catching up on some other work, you hear the blaring of the city's loudspeakers, followed by the air raid sirens.
"ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS, REPORT IMMEDIATELY TO SHELTERS IN PREPARATION FOR ENEMY ATTACK, RIGHT NOW."
Moorea, the posthuman confederation of greenbloods, has been conducting the majority of these aerial assaults lately, though the actual front lines are many, many miles away. From the window of the fifth floor, you can see civilians rushing to safety as mobile antiaircraft guns begin to roll out onto the streets. It's quite an impressive scene. From the view outside of your window, you cannot see any enemy planes yet, but they could arrive at any moment.
You hear some shouts and cries from the hallways, as well as the stamping rush of many feet. "Quick, get to the basement!"
You are Minke Koe, a professional journalist for Henna Media, an "independent" magazine and news publisher with heavy connections to the state-run media of the Autumn Party. You currently work for the branch in the City of Auran, one of the outer urbzones of Sanctaria. Currently, you are in your small office at the Henna Media building, located across from the hospital. One of your deadlines has recently passed, so you have a bit of free time on your hands, since your stories have already been submitted to your publishers. While you are presumably relaxing, or catching up on some other work, you hear the blaring of the city's loudspeakers, followed by the air raid sirens.
"ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS, REPORT IMMEDIATELY TO SHELTERS IN PREPARATION FOR ENEMY ATTACK, RIGHT NOW."
Moorea, the posthuman confederation of greenbloods, has been conducting the majority of these aerial assaults lately, though the actual front lines are many, many miles away. From the window of the fifth floor, you can see civilians rushing to safety as mobile antiaircraft guns begin to roll out onto the streets. It's quite an impressive scene. From the view outside of your window, you cannot see any enemy planes yet, but they could arrive at any moment.
You hear some shouts and cries from the hallways, as well as the stamping rush of many feet. "Quick, get to the basement!"
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