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A waitress with a fancy dress made out of Nouveau Fabric stands behind a small desk. Dozens of guards, disgusted as waiters, stand around her. The waitress looks up with a conceited smirk. "Do you have a reservation?"
Alexis nods. "Alexis Morozov." The smirk disappears from the waitress' face. "These three are associates. Don't mind the antlers. Body mod." The waitress nods along. She marks down something on a page in front of her before gesturing at you four to follow.
Looking around, it's a rather cozy place with an undeniable air of high class to it. Men and women of high society and high corporate status chatter around candlelit tables, eating expensive meals and washing it down with expensive wine. There's no windows in this restaurant so the only source of light comes from the candles and the massive, awe-inspiring chandlers hanging from the ceilings.
Alexis grabs you by the shoulder as your waitress shows you your table. "Listen. There's a simple way to get corporate officials on your side. Walk up to them like you know what you're doing. Like you belong. DO NOT SHOW FEAR. DO NOT FLINCH."
You glance around the nearby tables. No harm in trying.
Pick up to three officials to talk to. You'll learn more about their company, how to interact with them, and maybe even get a corporate favor or gift.
>An old man with a long, flowing beard and a very old-fashioned outfit is eating a simple meal by himself. His hands are caked in calluses. (O-CORP. An old fashioned company focused on farming, mining, and other manual labor.)
>A group of police officers are sitting around a table, chattering about how to deal with 'undesirables'. (J-CORP. The main judicial and legal power in the City.)
>A crazed woman in a fancy dress is scribbling something down on her notepad. A wild smile crosses his face. (W-CORP. An anti-anomaly company who develops tech to deal with them. Also explores abandoned districts.)
>A man very similar looking to Maruyama keeps glancing at his watch. He impatiently taps his foot, clearly waiting for someone. (T-CORP. A time-based company associated with trains and futuristic, bleeding edge tech.)
>A nun is praying at one of the tables, muttering in tongues. An oddly tense atmosphere surrounds her. (N-CORP. A religious and literature-focused company. Their religion is VERY widespread through the City.)
>A punk in deliberately obnoxious clothing props his feet up on the table. He's strumming a tune on his guitar. (M-CORP. The other main creative-focused Company besides A-Corp.)
>A nervous wreck of a woman is working on a pile of papers at her table. She looks like she's about to pass out. (D-CORP. Similar to P-Corp, contains anomalies, but aims to study and understand where they came from.)
>A girl in a poncho is half passed out at her table, muttering to herself. (R-CORP. A Company who mostly operates in the vast deserts of the Wastes. Also contains anomalies.)
>You spot someone else (Write in a ALPHABET COMPANY [A-Z] to meet)
