>>6143761>>6143823>Go straight to the Covenant QuadrantYou decide to head straight through the Multicultural and Sun quadrants and directly to Covenant. After what you just saw, you could really use a priest.
You recall Randy saying that there were carriages and ferries that traveled within and between districts on a semi-regular basis- what he neglected to tell you, and what you stumble upon as you look for a major road- was that there was a train system. You follow the rails to the nearest station (mercifully close enough to be seen), a small, old fashioned building more at home in the wild west than next to modern subway stations like the ones in New York or Tokyo. You hear the whistles of an old steam locomotive- it seems like a northbound train will be here shortly.
You look around, passing by various stalls selling confections, knick-knacks, and beverages, eventually finding the ticket booth.
“Um, one ticket to the Covenant Quadrant?” You ask the middle-aged mustachioed gentleman working the booth.
“One way or round trip?”
“How do the round trip tickets work?”
“Ah, is this your first time? You do seem new.” he clears his throat, providing a full explanations: “The trains run thirty hours a day, seven days a week. There are five one hour breaks for upkeep and personnel changes daily. A ticket will get you between the two stations listed upon it- you may choose to exit at any station between the start and end point, but you will be fined for missing your station. There are two stations in each quadrant- this one being the south Multicultural station.”
“Wait, so this doesn’t go between districts?”
The boothman shakes his head, “This train only operates in <span class="mu-s">gold district</span>. If you want to go between them, you can take the train to the nearest station and walk, or use the Airbus or some private carriage service.”
You nod, “How much for a ticket to Covenant?”
“North or South?”
“Um, I’m christian if that helps?”
“You want <span class="mu-s">north</span>, then. Southside is mostly muslim.”
“Thanks. What do I owe you?”
“Costs one copper for each station you hit, including the destination. So, three coppers.”
“Oh wow, that’s actually really cheap.”
“Train’s a government service. The money’s just to break even.”
You nod, “Both ways, please.”
“That’ll be 6 coppers, then.”
You nod, handing over the money:
>Total remaining balance: 176 coppersYou wait a few minutes for the train to arrive, and, once it does and all the passengers exit, you climb into the designated car and take a seat. The inside is surprisingly classy, with rows of leather (or leather adjacent) reclining seats and plenty of legroom. You pick a free one next to a window, listlessly looking out of it as the train begins to move.
>Make conversation with other passengers>Sleep until you arrive>Write-in 
