Despite the standard day and night cycle, some of you may notice this place still doesn’t feel quite right, a bit outside of time. That shouldn’t stop you from having fun! And should you need to go back to the Grove — or if you’re someone looking to get into Neo Eden in the first place — you need only to gaze into a mirror placed in each of your bedrooms or apartments and wish to go home… which may lead you to fall catastrophically through it to the other side. Try not to hit your chin on the ground.
Life goes on regardless. In this city, there’s a lot to do. You could go shopping at the strip mall near Mania Square, where Heimr and Ydalir have set up a temporary shop to continue to provide for everyone’s needs. They’ll still take shells, but there’s nothing much they can do if you run out of Credits — both will gently suggest you find work in Neo Eden. You guys own businesses back at the Grove, it can’t be that bad, can it?
The good news is, Mr. Bone-Jangles and his entourage of skeletons who you swear weren’t originally here 12 hours ago are happy to help you get a job, where the interview process involves simply “showing up and asking your holographic boss if you can be employed”. Starting your own business is more difficult — you’ll need a loan from the bank! — but not impossible. Any hologram humans that come in to buy things will ignore you, get what they want, and leave. The only time you can interact with your fellow neon-coloured humans is when they’re making a purchase, at which point their items will digitize and they’ll leave. All very odd, but at least the customers aren’t rude to you… or your skeletal coworkers who have joined you for back-breaking labour.
After work, perhaps you want to head to the amusement park — Thrill Point is an utterly massive one to the far northeast of the city past the river that cuts through the digital roadways. With drop towers, roller coasters, rides for little babies who hate heights and fun, and tons of food stalls to stop at, you could feasibly spend all night here and almost forget that you have to be at your next shift in the morning! If you seek a different thrill, Arcadia is a nightclub southwest of Mania Square, where the music plays all night, the liquor flows freely, and anyone under 21 who enters gets marked with an X on the back of their hand by a harmless laser beam. Just outside Arcadia is a small photo booth named “The Swap”, and if you enter with a partner, both of you hitting the “TAKE PHOTO” button will bodyswap you for 12 hours. It will also print out a funny photo of you as a keepsake. Enjoy being someone else for a while!
Head to the Rent-a-Ride, where you can rent any vehicle on wheels — electric scooters, cars, motorcycles, hoverbikes — as long as you can pay the expensive fee. Speeding will get you a ticket from your local robopolice; breaking standard civilian laws will get you arrested and thrown into the unmanned city jail. And try not to tailgate or crash your ride — not only will you be on the hook for vehicle damages, but you’ll be shafted with a ludicrous hospital fee. Seriously, people live like this?
But, if a calm walk through nature is more your style, City Park and its
digital trees to the north may suit your needs. The fish in the river here can be fished up by hopeful anglers, though all are wiggly, inedible robots. Hm.
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[ The mention of dreams makes him pause, though. He doesn't recall any dreams last month... though, maybe it was something to do with the venom? He'd been so busy worrying about the snakes that his sleep had been more or less dreamless. ]
No, it... reminds me of a place I've been before that was particularly dangerous. Not identical, but close enough.
[ Pause. ]
What dreams do you speak of?
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There was a city like this. Nothing bad happened, but... it just felt like it was going to.
[This feels very silly to admit, but he doesn't have a better explanation for it. He shrugs, looking cautiously at Joshua as though for signs of ridicule.]
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So, you saw this place before we were brought here...?
[ Fascinating. His eyes dart back up, looking at Min-Gi in interest. ]
Does this happen to you often?
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No. I'm just a regular guy.
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Perhaps someone was sending you a vision, then... Was it only once?
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Nothing bad actually happened. They just started to feel creepy. It was like I could hear bones rattling in the background? I guess it turns out the skeletons are actually friendly, but...
[He shrugs. It still feels very weird.]
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Maybe the skeletons had been reaching out. ]
I would be curious to see if it happens again... If you do receive any more odd dreams that become true, would you mind reaching out to me? My name is Joshua. It's probably easiest to find me while I'm at the clinic.
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I don't think it'll happen again.
[Or at least he really hopes not...]
You're Joshua? [He never actually introduced himself when they wrote on the netbooks, did he?] I'm Min-Gi. I'm the one who wrote that message about not having any form of self-defence last month.
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Oh!
[ And then, there is a smile. He holds out one hand, clearly aiming for a handshake. ]
It is a pleasure to finally meet in person, then. Have you found any solutions since we last spoke?
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Ydalir helped me with a protective barrier. I just have to play the right tune on this.
[He holds up the mini-synth he'd been holding onto.]
We can probably come up with other ideas when I have more shells, but it's a start.
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It sounds like you are well on your way, then. It's good to hear that you've found something that works.
[ Though, using the instrument as a conduit makes him wonder... Joshua hums thoughtfully, lifting a hand to his chin. ]
It's possible you might continue to use your instrument as a means of channeling, then. If one tune raises a ward, there isn't much stopping you from making it so that playing another tune will cast a different sort of spell.
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That's what I'm hoping. I haven't come up with too many ideas yet, but even just having a barrier should help solve a lot of problems.