>>5822098<span class="mu-r">Your accumulated Strain has been cleared.</span>
You thumb through the bills again. Roughly sixty thrones, when combined with what you had in your pockets already. While it obviously wasn't tabulated according to Odrev's Standard Compensation And Labor guidelines, it was money valid almost anywhere, and that made it useful to you. Although it wasn't a lot, even by the standards of a hive world, it was something. Perhaps it'd go further down here, as well. Mindlessly, you roll your shoulders again, working at the slight strain you'd gotten from sleeping on a somewhat hard bench. When you'd woken, you'd found yourself slightly rolled over, your zipper having worked itself down so low it was practically falling off you, and the pocket holding your promethium bottle pinned against a nearby chair.
That had woken you up quickly, but in the end, the bottle was fine. The bar was coincidentally starting to fill with customers again, primarily ordering some kind of hot food from the kitchen instead of drinks. You'd left before you overstayed your respite.
Mindlessly, you bit into one of your ration bars, chewing the flavorless paste without much thought. Corpsestarch was a fact of life for your spec, since there was never any intention of feeding you fine meals on a regular basis. The flavor had been imprinted in your mind long before you had ever tasted a bar, and while the chewy, slightly savory meal had been novel at first, you had quickly gotten distracted planning for your day.
If it even was day. The synchronization lights were either malfunctioning or broken, giving the city a perpetually dark sky, with bright grow lights and a smattering of glass bulbs lighting up the habitation blocks.
>Look for a route to this ‘Uptown’.>[Intuit] Look for a shrine.>[Vigilance] You hadn't seen any before, but there had to be businesses down here.>Those offices you had seen before. What was happening there, if not hive business?>[Write-In] 