Elite roleplay: Citi Gateway

CITI GATEWAY

The Orbis station is a center of activity. Within the station a myriad of places can be found.
  • The Warrens: Where the poor plebs of the station live. It's is a breeding ground for the most unscrupulous. Keep an eye on your wallet when traversing the corridors of these areas.
  • Habitation Complex: For those workers and pilots that can afford it, this area provides closer to 1G gravity for more earth like living.
  • Commerce Divison: and Administration Where the larger corporations make their home. Station administration can be found here.
  • Industrial Complex: Where industry manufactures their various goods.
  • Entertainment: District Bars, theaters and night clubs, tattoo parlors and other establishments can be found vying for a commanders credits in exchange for a bit of fun.
  • Station Security: A high tech brig used to house law breakers until they can be tried, and or deported off station.
  • Medical Ward: Where commanders can get patched up, enhanced, or fix existing cybernetics.

General Roleplay Etiquette:

1. Control only the actions of your own character(s). (AKA: God Mode)
This doesn't matter how small the action is, even if it is as simple as scratching their nose or a direct reaction to something else that just happened. This applies to everything from casual conversation to full blown fight scenes. If you'd like someone to do something specific, PM that person, however keep in mind they are completely within their rights to say no. Especially if said action is inappropriate to their character and/or circumstance.

2. Don't brute force your way into another persons RP.
Approaching with a conversation starter is fine, or indeed some other small action. However charging in, guns blazing and disrupting the flow of another person/pair/groups conversation/arc is about as rude as doing so in real life. If something is going on that you'd like to participate in, be subtle about it. Put out a gentle hook for someone to take, but again, be aware that said hook may not be taken. If you fear it was simply unnoticed, PM the person or people it concerns. Or even leave a message in the OOC forums.

3. Good grammar and spelling is preferred.
We're not asking you to be perfect, but please at least demonstrate willingness. no1 iz gna tak u srsly usng txt spk. There's a wide variety of people here, many who speak English as a second, or even third language. There are even some with varying degrees of dyslexia and/or likely other issues that affect spelling/grammar. We accept them all here. However, people who aren't accepted, are those unwilling to accept polite correction. Remember that even a small thing like the placement of a comma, or the wrong use of there/their/they're can completely change the definition of an entire sentence.

4. Accept constructive criticism gracefully and politely.
If someone spots an issue with your writings, they may wish to help you improve that writing. They may do this through PM or even publicly air their thoughts on the OOC forum. If they have taken the time to be polite and explain what is wrong with your writing, the best way to behave is to respond in kind, using the same manner they have approached you with. It means they have taken an active interest in what you have written and wish to see more. Basically, you have a fan!

5. Don't take the actions or opinions of things done IN RP, to be directly relevant to the writers thoughts or opinions.
Basically, if some ones character calls your character a jackass, it doesn't mean the writer thinks you are a jackass. It's a ROLE they are PLAYING. Watch a movie. The argument between the characters isn't an argument between the actors involved. The same applies here.

6. It's not a popularity contest.
Your RP might be bustling with participants. You have 3 people off station in a fire fight, while another 2 are infiltrating the darkest areas of the station, meanwhile a group of 4 others are tracking your movements in an effort to stop you. Good for you, I'm sure it will be a thrilling read! But you know what? Sometimes the absolute BEST work, comes from two RP characters having a simple heart to heart. Both are valid, both are great, but NEITHER is categorically better than the other. Period.


Inara RP Etiquette:

1. Respect the setting and rules of the universe.
Inara is an Elite: Dangerous 3rd Party Tool. The RP Forums are set in the Elite: Dangerous universe. Elite: Dangerous has rules, as any fictional universe does from Lord of the Rings to Star Wars, or Game of Thrones to Star Trek. If you intend to RP within the Elite: Dangerous universe you are bound by the history and rules of that universe. Simply put, this RP forum is bound by the same rules as the game, so if it can't be done in the game, it is not permitted here. This applies to things from a 50Ly Jump Range on a normal, unmodified Sidewinder, to the destruction of entire stations.

2. Respect the characters created by others.
We have a wide variety of characters already here. It's expected that some will be similar, just as it's expected that two characters will be vastly different. Opinions of each persons character will naturally be varied, but all are valid provided they follow the rules of the universe. You are allowed to interact with, or avoid interaction with, any character in the RP forums. But you have no right to belittle others for their creation. You are not an authority figure on writing, nor are you directly affected by another persons imagination. You might not like it, but you MUST respect it.

3. Be caught up on current events before joining in.
You need basic things like character descriptions in order to interact with them. You also need to know what's going on in the surrounding areas. This is simply because the people you are hoping to RP with, might be gearing up to something that you might not want to be part of. Or simply that the most recent post, out of context, could leave a different impression on the goings on than if you gather that context. We don't expect you to read every single post from the beginning of the forums, just enough to get that basic understanding.

4. Either subscribe to, or frequently check, the Roleplay: Q&A and OOC forum.
People may be discussing something relevant to you there, or even discussing you directly. Perhaps someone asked what the general consensus on the existence or non-existence of a certain object. Or we're just chatting about random gibberish. Either way, be aware of it and use it. If you're unsure about something, such as how guns would look and or behave, or even the music selection, use the OOC forum to ask. We don't have all of the answers, but the collective knowledge and logic usually allows us to overcome an issue and come to a decision on what should be allowed. Frontier Developments, and even David Braben himself, don't have the answers to every possible question that can be asked.

5. Large Scale events exploding out of nowhere are a complete no go.
We get it. Everyone wants their character to be noticed and for people to be tripping over themselves to interact with them. In some audiences, an introduction involving you blasting in for landing in a fiery wreckage of a ship, before cart wheeling out and sword fighting 35 Ninjas before whisking off with the local celebrity for a glorious night of passion, is in fact, cool. This is not one of those audiences. It is generally considered better to build your character up slowly over time. Eventually, you might even have a legitimate excuse to fight those Ninjas. Maybe even with other RP participants by your side.

6. Perfect characters are boring.
The point of a character arc, is that it is in fact, an arc shape. One who is morally unquestionable, fully kitted out and an infinite fountain of knowledge, cannot go through an arc. Give your character flaws. Be it a tendency towards befriending the wrong people, or a bad knee that frequently gives out at inopportune moments. It gives readers something to latch onto and empathise with. You can give your character exceptional capabilities at something, but it requires balance. She's a damn good pilot with no equal, but can't drive an SRV for peanuts. It can lead to some very interesting moments between characters, be it heartfelt or comedic.


Other Notes:
It should be noted that there can be exceptions to these points. For example, good grammar when a character is speaking is actually rare. Few people in real life actually speak with perfect eloquence after all. Or previously arranged actions during a fight scene, such as someone stumbling back after a punch. What's key to remember is context.

All in all, remember this is purely for fun. We have some seriously talented writers here, and others whose writing history starts and ends at high school. But many are willing to help out in whatever way they can. All it takes is that you ask nicely.

Also keep in mind that many people who RP here, also have logbook stories related to the character, or characters, they portray. If it looks like there's an "in joke" going on that you're unsure of, it's probably in those.

In fact, some users have even gone to the trouble of creating "alts" to RP with. If you read back far enough, it's usually pretty clear who has and hasn't, and which ones are the "alts". It's therefore not unheard of to see the apparent seizing of control of other characters. If you do spot one, point it out in the OOC section. If intervention is needed, it will be sorted quickly and (hopefully) politely.

Most, if not all RP participants here have Logbook stories pertaining to their character(s). These are for the reading pleasure of anyone who wishes to do so. While it can be useful to read them in order to gain a bit of backstory on a character you wish to interact with, it should not be assumed that your character shares that knowledge. Within the E:D Universe, these Logbooks either don't exist, or are private diaries kept by the characters. Either way, without explicit statements to say otherwise from the writer, your interactions should reflect that your character is in the dark about any information you, the writer/reader, have gained from reading the stories.
01 Jun 2019, 10:37am
Barbossa winced. "Thargoids....I haven't yet had the pleasure. Then again, I never went near their space. As far as the data - it did its job, I suppose. So what are your plans now?"

The soft chiming of his datapad broke the conversation; Barbossa picked it up. "Aah, the shipwright. It appears there are going to be more delays. Odd...."
01 Jun 2019, 1:04pm
Stryker Aune

"Ya." he said.




"Hiya!" Kara said cheerfully. "Happy Pride month! Is that Cmdr Aune, the Blackguard Dragoons flight leader? Fantastic, so glad I caught you, thought you might be out celebrating," she caught sight of the fancy drink in the hologram.

"Oh, I see you are already joining in. I do love it when people aren't afraid to challenge the moulds they create for themselves,"

"Anyway, that's not why I'm calling and I don't want to keep you from the rest of the guys so listen, you've been working for me this last week over in Terra Mater and it looks like our advertising campaign has really hit the target audience, feed back on the article has been very positive, the Dragoons are showing a twelve point increase in public awareness and a massive thirty point increase in feel good factor,"

"Mercenary outfits just don't see that kind of good will, you can't put a price on it,"

She silently thanked someone who passed her a bottle of water and took a swig.

"But sadly we need to,"

"We need to talk about my fee for the promotional work," she said.
01 Jun 2019, 7:09pm
Kara waldeN
Stryker Aune

"Ya." he said.





"Hiya!" Kara said cheerfully. "Happy Pride month! Is that Cmdr Aune, the Blackguard Dragoons flight leader? Fantastic, so glad I caught you, thought you might be out celebrating," she caught sight of the fancy drink in the hologram.

"Oh, I see you are already joining in. I do love it when people aren't afraid to challenge the moulds they create for themselves,"

"Anyway, that's not why I'm calling and I don't want to keep you from the rest of the guys so listen, you've been working for me this last week over in Terra Mater and it looks like our advertising campaign has really hit the target audience, feed back on the article has been very positive, the Dragoons are showing a twelve point increase in public awareness and a massive thirty point increase in feel good factor,"

"Mercenary outfits just don't see that kind of good will, you can't put a price on it,"

She silently thanked someone who passed her a bottle of water and took a swig.

"But sadly we need to,"

"We need to talk about my fee for the promotional work," she said.


"A fee for promotional work, eh? Well, as I recall the job didn't have anything about us paying the client for advertisement or promotional gains. But if I'm mistaken, I'll be happy to rectify the problem. Send me the contract, and I'll have my Lawyers look it over and compare it against my copy."
02 Jun 2019, 6:40pm
Stryker Aune I'll have my Lawyers look it over


Kara laughed out loud.

"Lawyers? Yawn. How dull,"

"There's no court of law that has jurisdiction over illegal military action in democratic Federal jurisdictions and if you think the newly restored Brothers of Terra Mater will give a lawyer anything other than a roll of duct tape and a midnight trip to deep space then you are sadly misinformed,"

"Now look, it's quite obvious my little marketing department has raised the profile of the Dragoons, you're even getting noticed in deep space"

"Tell me, truthfully now, how many times has your Comms lit up recently with enquiries for work?"
02 Jun 2019, 10:18pm
Stryker leaned forward.

"The way I see it, our little endeavour brought a lot of factions out of the woodwork to help you with your cause, so if anyone should be demanding more money, it should be me. But I'm not. And you would be wise to to honor the initial contract and refrain from making amendments after the fact."
03 Jun 2019, 10:09pm
Stryker Aune you would be wise to to honor the initial contract and refrain from making amendments after the fact."


Kara took another sip of water and checked what time the Beluga departed.

"I suppose, after I deflated the legal threat an actual threat was inevitable. Funny, thats the second thing I've punctured in the last few minutes," she replied and slid the long pin with the stabby end into her hair.

"And I've never mentioned not honoring my end of the deal, what I am discussing is the implications for you of your association with me. I mean, look, everyone in the Terra Mater bubble knows your name and there is quite a lot of goodwill out there for the marvelous pew pewing your staff did,"

"All of which has cost you nothing. Can you imagine what might happen if you actually paid me the money I've clearly earned, to promote your little outfit?"

"Outfit," she corrected herself. "not little, perfectly average sized outfit," she added hurriedly

"Sky's the limit Aune, who knows you could even feature in my new show, get your name in lights, three times a week on a primetime holo cast, even slip in some little Styker action figures with poseable limbs and swapable cyborg arm thingys, maybe a range of Blackguard Dragoon lunchboxes or something. Whada you say?"

"I'll make you famous," she said with a wink.
06 Jun 2019, 5:23pm
"Hello?" She said and tapped the communicator on the edge of the table

"Hello? Anyone there? Did you die?"

"Typical, signals gone, damn holocomms network, seriously why do they call them mobile communicators if you can't walk around with them?"

"Look, if you can hear me Stryker, I have a Beluga to catch, so think about what I've said. You can reach me on this quantum string anywhere, apart from when I'm in a meeting or standing right here apparently,"

"Ciao!"

She hung up. Then looked over at the aide who was slumped in the corner of the room clutching a serious looking wound in his side.

"I hope you remembered to book the suite with the whirlpool bath," she said and left the aide trying to frantically scroll through his data without letting pressure off the wound.
19 Jun 2019, 3:00pm
Barbossa's conversation was interrupted by the nurse stepping back in to the room, along with what appeared to be a doctor. Barbossa's companion quietly excused herself as both turned towards their patient. "So," the older man said, cordially, "How are we feeling?"

"Better." Barbossa rubbed the back of his head as he sat up. "I don't want to take up a bed anymore, if that's what you mean."

The doctor nodded. "Of course." He motioned into the hallway, beckoning in two guards. "I'm afraid someone wants to have a word with you."

One of the guards stepped up. "Do we need to restrain you, or will you come along?"

Barbossa mentally calculated the distance to his small daypack in the corner; it would be too far away to grab it and run. "Suit yourself," he said as he stood up. "No trouble here."

The second guard gathered Barbossa's pack as the first guard led him out of the room and the clinic.

"Mind telling me where we're going?" Barbossa asked the first guard; the second one neatly slipping behind him.

"One of the administrators wants a word. That's all I'm authorized to tell you."
26 Jun 2019, 3:12am
Well I finally got all the ships I'll ever need to mine, explore, bounty hunt, transport passengers, haul cargo, and all other credit making endeavors. I got my sol permit and made a trip to earth. I've heard of the once home planet since I was a young boy but to see it...wow! Lifes pretty good right now and I wish good luck and fortune to all other commanders in the pilot federation.
08 Aug 2019, 2:12pm

STATION SECURITY:


News feed:
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                                                                                                                            MISSING:
                                                                                       

Its been an ongoing investigation for months but authorities have still not found a missing person from Inara security.  Mr. Droges with an unknown last name was detained for drunken disorderly and fighting, a few months ago.  This news has been kept quiet to not tip off any person involved but now Authorities are asking for the publics help on if they have any information that will help them.

The Inara security had detained him on March 11th, for an extended length of time due to him not cooperating.  They say he is missing and very dangerous.  A unknown source feel foul play  has been involved and that Mr. Droges may have been unlawfully moved to the very, illegal slave trade industry, or worse.. dead.

Its doubtful that this story will have a happy ending with this length of time gone by without a trace of this person but Authorities are still remaining positive that some  new information will turn up to help them.

                         
                                                         
History:
From: https://inara.cz/board/3483/260740/#260740


Last edit: 08 Aug 2019, 2:49pm
17 Jan 2020, 10:19pm
After the manicured elegance of the Beluga, the entertainment district was something of a culture shock.

In orbit, personal space was at as high a premium as clean water and rubbing shoulders with the great unwashed of the star port was an experience he had forgotten for good reason. Pirate of the Pegasi he might have been, but at all times he had tried to maintain a high standard of personal hygiene.

A familiar street opened up on his left but the brightly coloured holo signs suggested the bar he liked was still closed.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance he pushed a neon tattooed Goid hunter out of his path and headed for the other bar.
23 Mar 2020, 11:46pm
{OOC: continued from https://inara.cz/board/1183/317694/#317694

The 2 orderlies from Medical strode into view after exiting 1 of the lifts off to the side of the docks, a couple of the grim tools of their trade in tow, a gurney & a body bag.

The one leading called out, "Medical! Who called for Medical?"

The dock supervisor turned his gaze to them. "Over here. We got a ship in, pilot salvaged an old life pod. Intact, & a very old one too." He pointed to where it rested, still dripping from the frost melting.
The pilot had stepped back from inspecting it, & made way for the 2 orderlies.

The lead orderly looked from the supervisor to the pilot. "So, you got anything off the pod, ship name, number..." His voice trailed off as his gaze turned to the pod, & took in its condition, & got a sense of the futility of his query.

The pilot shrugged & answered, "Not much, just what I could make of a name... I think it's the name of the ship, & no numbers or anything, at least, not anything I could find. It's pretty old. I mean, I think, it's really old... & it's pretty scored up too. If there were numbers, I can't see 'em. Might be something inside..." He shuddered, hoping that they weren't going to ask of him the grisly task of fishing about with a corpse inside!

The orderlies could see the expression on the pilot's face, & the 2nd orderly spoke up, "No, no, just pop it open & we'll take it from there."

The dock supervisor & pilot ran their hands over the pod, & finally found the hatch release, & the pilot gave it the customary tug. "Damn it, it's stuck!"

The supervisor stepped over & they both tugged, grunting with the effort, & then with the grating, gritty, dry cracking sound of a mechanism way too long in deep space, it creaked open.

They both almost jumped back, not wanting anything more to do with the morbid task ahead, & yet, torn between that & their curiosity over seeing what a frozen mummy of a body would look like after so long in deep space, remained just close enough to see.

The orderlies donned their masks & gloves, scanned for contaminants & contagions, then in unison stepped forward to grasp the still-frozen body within, & with some effort, managed to drag it out onto the gurney. It had the solidity & stiffness typical of a frozen corpse.

The supervisor & pilot peered over their shoulders. They saw what appeared to be a young woman, red hair still silvered with frost, wearing some sort of grey coverall, with some sort of insignia & a name tag. Her face remained as when the life support had run out, in the gentle repose of sleep. They both backed away with the mixed of emotions of sadness & regret. Even as she was, she must have been quite attractive in life.

The 2 orderlies lifted her up & placed her on the opened body bag, & zipped it up, the sound bringing a sort of finality to the scene.

"All right, that's it. Thanks for your help. We'll take it from here. When Salvage is done with the life pod, have them send anything they find up to Medical. We're gonna have to try to identify her for any next of kin. If there is any next of kin..." The 2 orderlies turned away, the gurney between them, & they headed back they way they'd come.

There was a silence between the 2 old friends for a few moments. It was never easy, seeing someone return like that from The Black, & a grim reminder what could easily happen to any of them.


Last edit: 01 Apr 2020, 3:14pm
16 Apr 2020, 5:56am
Cmdr Teuf entered the lobby of the Med Ward and checked in with a reception agent at the front desk. "I need an adjustment to a synthetic ankle prosthesis, Mil Grade with flex augment." The receptionist narrowed her eyes at Teuf and asked for ID and a complete med record. Teuf set the data drive down on the counter and unlocked the data with a bio print. Once copied for temp use the data self deletes and scrubs itself preventing unauthorized viewing. After a short wait the procedure took about 30 minutes and the limp was gone. As he walked out of the med bay his comm in his ear chirped... it was Verity, the ships AI. "Repairs have commenced and will be complete in 12 hours." "Understood" was the terse reply. "I'll get a drink and room for the night." "Once maintenance is complete secure the ship until I return." " Affirmative Commander." Teuf turned to locate the nearest cantina for a nice bourbon and a place to sit until it's time for some sleep. He disappeared down the the walkway as he spied the blinking holosign for INGABA. "Seems like the place to be."
01 May 2020, 1:11am
Forensics staff often worked closely with those staffing the Morgue.

Here at this station, they were one & the same, simply 'spinning their hats' & stepping through a steri-field, thought the Practitioner. "Damned credit-counters," she muttered to herself. "You'd think as busy as a station could get, they'd be able to squeeze a few extra credits out of their bottom line & afford to staff them separately. But, NOooo..."

A chime reminded her that she had yet another task on her daily list, & she turned to skim the summary as it auto-scrolled down the screen on the wall. Or should it be called a 'bulkhead', here aboard something as large & substantial as a station?

She shook her head. She let her unanswered question fade away in the flow of her thoughts. At least this one might be more interesting than the usual remains of some victims of armed brawling. A frozen body found sealed in an ancient intact life pod. "Finding a mummy's mommy" she quipped to herself, a smirk crossing her lips.

"Join Medical Off-World", they said... "Live Your Adventure", they said... "Meet new bodies & explore their insides..." She broke out in laughter at that one she'd added herself after learning the harsh truths of station duty in one of the outer regions. She peeled her gloves, mask & outer layers off & stuffed them down the chute on their way to Reclamation, paused before the door to the steri-field chamber, & stepped through as it slid aside & shut behind her. She held her arms out, spread her legs, & closed her eyes as the mix of mild ions, UV radiation & antiseptic mist played over her. The signal beep-chirped, & she stepped forward through the opposite door & brushed her now-bleached hair & twisted it back again into its typical bun, then donned a fresh set of protective gear once again in automatic movements. She walked a few steps into another room, its interior glistening white in its stark lighting, its almost acrid antiseptic odor strong but unnoticed in her nostrils.

The doors opened as two Medical orderlies wheeled in a body bag on their gurney, & she stepped forward as they unzipped it with its usual faint raspy sound as the seal was broken. A cloud of fog rolled out, cooled to sub-zero by the still frozen contents within.

"What have we here?" she asked in her usual routine. One of the orderlies replied, "Nothing more to add than what's on your screen. Some pilot found it floating about, & must have picked it up hoping it was salvage. He'll get his usual bounty, but no one's sure whether it'll be for 'damaged/empty' or 'occupied'. That'll be up to the credit-counters in Admin & Legal..." He was interrupted by a cynical snort from the Practitioner. "Guess it'll be up to you to try to establish the identity for notification of next of kin."

She sighed & stepped back as they lifted the board-rigid body onto her examination table. The two orderlies paused for a final glance, then turned away, en route to other duties. She stepped forward to do a close visual inspection, speaking her findings to the auto-corder.

"Begin record, Forensics. Body, frozen. Appears in excellent state of preservation, female, early to mid-twenties, pale complexion, reddish hair, dressed in what looks like some kind of service uniform coverall." She peered closely at the name tag & shoulder patch. "Name on the uniform reads... S. Wylder." She paused, & continued. "Shoulder patch reads... La Belle Heaulmière. Must be the name of her ship." Her voice changed in tone. "Record Archives. Do a search for personal name, 'S. Wylder', aboard ship name, 'La Belle Heaulmière'." She took note of the body's physical dimensions, mass & height.

"Well now, my dear, before we check for obvious wounds or trauma, we'll need to warm you up a bit first." She often found herself speaking to those in her care. She thought to herself, "If one day, they start speaking back, it'll be time to retire..." She spoke to the MedBot attached to her diagnostic panel. "Initiate gentle thaw, & then obtain standard Bio-sample set. Perform analysis, toxic & genetic, notify any abnormalities, & then stabilize with pause before preserve. Engage." The cool, dry professional voice of the MedBot responded, "Acknowledged. Commencing as directed."

She turned to the Auto-corder. "MedBot engaged, standard procedure. Suspend record pending results." She stepped to the exit towards her old friend, the steri-field, thinking of caffeine & some casual chit-chat in the medical break area.

She tried her best to move her thoughts away from work while on break, & she wasn't sure if it was better or worse that all those in the break area also worked in various Medical depts. At least, those she met there were living & she enjoyed the light banter over various trivial matters & hot caffeine. She sighed, relishing the aroma of something other than antiseptic.

She was startled back to the present with an alarm accompanied by a red flashing bar on the wall panel.

"Alert. Alert. Alert. Forensics. Practitioner required, Stat! Alert. Alert. Alert. Forensics, Practitioner required, Stat!" The message repeated itself. Her mind whirled, "What in Creation..?" she said, half out loud, as she jumped up & half-ran back through the steri-field chamber, rushing through her procedure. She burst into the Forensic exam room, & was met with the vision of her now-patient, now quite obviously alive, one hand grasping the bloody probe of the MedBot, its warning indicators flashing in alarm, while her body shook with spasms.

She rushed over to the Comms panel & smacked "Code Blue". She then looked wildly around for the controls to engage emergency life-support procedures, thinking frantically, "Who in Creation ever expects to actually need this in Forensics???" She then turned to her patient & tried to manually stabilize her as the several arms of the MedBot swung down into action, plunging several IV needles into critical locations & an oxygen mask slapped into place over her patient's mouth & nose.

She looked into her patient's face & saw her two eyes, one blue & one green, blinking & darting wildly around, as her muffled voice hoarsely croaked between gasps, "Laik ai stedaunon? Chon yu bilaik? Chit ste disha?"

She thought to herself, "Well, this day just got really interesting..."
02 May 2020, 5:19pm
The first rule of going on the run: walk.

A lean, unassuming man with neat, gray hair and matching goatee walked briskly through the crowds of Citi Gateway's market district.  Dressed in a black suit with a long, black trench coat he appeared as any business person might: focused, in a hurry, but with something important on his mind.

Pulling up to a boulevard of restaurants, shops, and boutiques he paused and reached into his coat pocket.  Pulling out a small, crumpled piece of paper he muttered to himself.

"OK, what was the name of that place again... ah, right.  The Cosmic Bean."

Shrugging inwardly he tore up the paper, threw it away, and resumed his pace.

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