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After a big day in Spaghetti Town, Andi Kestrel is starting to get her new life in order. She's got a copy of her WWA contract, such as it is, to help her keep a working visa here, and she's set up a bank account and deposited the money from her duffel bag in it: about $1200 left, after today's expenses. That'll have to last for a while. She hasn't put in for an apartment yet, but the WWA Dojo is seeming pretty homey and quiet, and a second night there, or even another week, doesn't sound too bad.
But first, after a day's cardio workout and a walk around town, Andi climbs the fire escape and makes her way onto the rooftop of one of the buildings downtown, bringing with her a small flask of cognac, and a few pieces of fresh fruit and a not-too-far-out-of-date egg salad sandwich from the nearest corner store. She sits and watches the sun set while having a quiet picnic dinner on the roof, considering her career options. There was still more paperwork before she'd be allowed to wrestle: physicals, registration, and so much more. But despite the warning that there were no spots open for her, Andi feels a sense of hope that her wrestling career can begin in dramatic fashion soon. It's hard keeping track of all the new arrivals and departures, and who's active. and actively looking for trouble. She already has a small list of interesting potential opponents in her mind, but she's still considering them.
There's smoke coming from somewhere down below, several blocks to the east, and a number of sirens.
>"Huh, is that a fire going on down there? Wow, they said this place was at the top of the charts for arson in the past few months. Crazy stuff."
When she's done, Andi takes one last look at the setting sun just before it disappears over the horizon. She decides to see it off, and then she, too, will be back to the Dojo, for maybe a bit of light training and then another early night.
