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<span class="mu-r">”Well... alright. If you insist.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”See? It's not hard to let somebody spoil you once! Let me talk to the waitress for a minute, and then you won't have to worry about it for the rest of your day.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”Thank you for the meal. I hope you have a good day too.”</span>
You see the older woman leave your table and, kindly, pay off your meal with her coupon. She gets her coffee and gives you a wave as you leave, which you return. It's nice to have such a interaction- especially with a stranger. Most people in Level 5 keep to themselves- as evidenced by the other patrons of the diner absorbed in their own activities in their own booths and tables- some writing, some drawing, some listening to music- though personal electronics are rare on this level. You can honestly say you didn't expect something nice to happen to you today- and it's all thanks to her.
Enjoying your synth-sandwich in peace, you look back over your campaign materials with quiet satisfaction. You roll some dice and get ready intemperate the oracle- until you hear a strange quiet hush fall over the restaurant. What's wrong? You see others making themselves quiet- and you instinctively slink down in your booth, making yourself small and unnoticed. Looking outside you see the reason for the sudden quietness- <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Punks</span></span>.
They aren't a gang or group, rather a general stereotype of a certain kind of <span class="mu-i">unpleasant</span> person who lives on level 5. Belligerent bullies- the Punks are a group of people nobody wants to mess with on level 5. They are your level's greatest criminal threat- a group of petty thieves who will beat up anyone who messes with them. While some are attracted to that sense of power and assertiveness- punks aren't people to look up to. They take what they want, intimidate, and threaten anyone who gets in their way. Worst of all, they will share around faces of people who mess with one of them- remembering those who dared stand up to them- and then spread pictures of them around. If you become targeted by the punks, they'll break your windows, loiter outside your apartment so you're scared to leave, poison your pets- or worse. They'll make your life hell.
Taking a chance to watch them through the window- the group of punks stop in the tracks, looking away from their route around the diner, and suddenly going the other way. Wait, why did they go that way? No- that's the way the old lady went! Don't go that way you fuckers!
Fuck!
