OPEN :: I used to live in a heartbeat city

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Who: Thrice & YOU.
What: Biking, chatting, reading books, or whatevs.
Where: Anywhere and everywhere in Baedal.
When: Sukkardi
Notes:Upon arriving in Baedal, Thrice had a few goals:
   (a) Contact Petra.
   (b) Find employment.
   (c) Continue his 'real' work.

Working for a courier service means that Thrice can be found anywhere in the city, usually on a bicycle weaving around and through traffic almost as if it doesn't exist. When he's able to really hit his stride and transcend his usual distracted way of interacting with the world, Thrice is able to unconsciously react to events that haven't yet happened and move through crowded streets without any difficulty at all. To an outsider it may look as if he prefers odd, circuitous routes through the city, but by following his gut instincts, he'll dodge accidents, potholes, unexpected pack animals and toppling fruit carts all without slowing down.

Others in the cohort are likely to see him riding by, but unlikely to stop and chat with him unless he's slowed down for a break. When not on a bike, Thrice can be found at TeeMuu chatting with the Math department, looking for some rather obscure texts on algorithms in Flyside, or returning to one of Ceith's temples to start negotiations that will eventually end in his sending a letter back home.

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Coming naturally armed turned out to be a benefit to Rhade. It meant when he went into the fog, he was prepared, and it was well worth the adventure.

He didn't know much about the side-effects. His dreams had been unpleasant the night before, so he looked a little tired as he was crossing the road. With senses as keen as his, he had no other excuse but exhaustion to credit for the way that he stepped out in front of and nearly didn't get out of the way of Thrice's bike in time.

He clutched a clattering leather satchel against his stomach, bulging with the items he'd collected and was searching for the nearest shop to sell them in. Were he weren't fully aware that it was him almost stepping in front of Thrice (and there weren't witnesses) he might have not admitted to the mistake. But-

"I apologize..." he rubbed his eye tiredly as he backed onto the sidewalk.

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Thrice is usually pretty good about leaving enough space between his bike, random pedestrians, and whatever other strange obstacles pop-up around the city. On the rare occasions when he does get a bit too close, he makes sure to stop and check in.

"Don't be, don't be, are you okay?"

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"I'm fine. I should have been paying more attention." He shoves a CB radio back into his bag, as it was nearly about to fall out.

"I'm afraid I might have lost my way though. I forgot my map-" another clue to his lack of comfortable sleep "-and I need to find one of the shops where I might be able to pawn off items retrieved in the fog."

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Thrice hops off his bike, angling it to better lean against a nearby wall before he pulls out his CiD and calls up a courier's map.

"What, umm, what kind of things do you have to sell? I've been running over the city and maybe, to apologize, I could suggest a place?"

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He hesitates. He's paranoid by nature, and can't divulge everything. "Small electronic items." He could ask about the gold from there. He was under no illusions about what gold was and wasn't worth, and whether or not this man was polite he wasn't automatically inclined to trust him.

That didn't mean he had to be rude, of course. "I would appreciate that."

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"What era?" Thrice thumbs through the maps on his CiD, flagging three locations. "The first two'll take anything really, the third works with far future items, I think? Tubes of nanoparticles and whatever other strange, strange things come out."

He's aware of these places not only because of his job, but because he's already working on a series of side-projects. In order to get a letter home, he had to enter into an agreement with Ceith and to complete his part of the bargain, Thrice needs a few odd supplies.