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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Thrice looks pensive for a moment, then fusses with a bit of his CiD before writing down directions to the appropriate temples and sliding it over to Angela. "They're not bad and you can pick up an offering from someone outside the temples."

[thenormalsquint]

She picks up the paper carefully, not unlike it's about to blow up in her face and reads the notations. Still doesn't make much sense to her, but she's worked with less and gotten answers then. At least this is a lead.

"So I have to sacrific something to the tech gods? An Apple III? A Tandy?"

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Thrice makes a face. Why would the gods care about those things? He's fairly sure that she intended to make a joke and that he ought to respond appropriately but he's too preoccupied with working out his own problems to muster up 'proper' manners.

"I'd ask the priests to be sure."