everybody's got a deal to make.

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Who: Sonja Garin, Réjean Sept-Heure.
What: Sonja goes to see a man she suspects is capable of trading in materials slightly more sensitive (and useful) than Nutella.
Where: Some fancy miscellaneous cafe in Aspic.
When: Early evening.
Notes: N/A
Warnings: Idk, Réjean is in it?

Sonja is quickly figuring that the world of Baedal that she's presented with is probably not its entire truth--it's natural for governments and their PR systems to smooth over reality, so she's not surprised, but the divergence between truth and fiction seems even broader here, maybe because she's an outsider's perspective. Assimilation is something she never managed at home, and she doubts it possibility here. Consequently, she's even more unwilling than usual to accept its ostensible rules as fact.

And that means making connections to see what she can get, and what she can't. The walk to Aspic isn't the shortest, but it's good for her to see the city, to expose herself to it and learn what it's like. The destination is nicer than she expected, but that makes sense for the purpose of this meeting, and her apparel is versatile, so she'll blend in adequately...in as much as she ever does. She steps into the cafe, low heels of her boots unsettlingly quiet on the floorboards, and makes her way to the designated table.