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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[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

Having the opportunity to watch Thrice at work on his bicycle is an interesting thing, and would not have come about without two facts: one, that Jason had been temporarily held up outside Ceith's temple, and thus in a position to observe Thrice, and two, that at first glance, Dick bears some resemblance to Thrice. That's what initially makes him look, as irritating an instinct as that is. Then his attention stays for the maneuvering. Look, there's no TV here. This is good shit.

When Thrice has actually reached the temple, and may presumably be in the midst of securing his bicycle, Jason says, offhanded, barely looking at him, "Nice riding."

[truth_is_cold]

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.

[thenormalsquint]

Boredom brings Angela to the library. She's running out of money and with a limited amount coming in, there's only so much mooching off of other people her pride can take if they're not going to pay her in exchange for her art. So she's here to put her other skills to use, looking for texts on the network of Baedal and any information on the technology of the devices they seem to hand out like Halloween candy.

She could poke at it and figure it out herself and the thought has occured to her, but a lack of a decent screwdriver stopped her. Angela doesn't know how lucky she was that she had to end up at the library, poking at books on the shelves and looking at anything that screams COMPUTER PROGRAMMING to her. Nothing as of yet. Shucks.