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WHO: Luck Gandor (favorsthebrave) and Clover (fourleafwords)
WHERE: The MAC's vending area.
WHEN: Wednesday morning-ish.
WARNINGS: None so far?
SUMMARY: Luck is still failing at modern technology. In his defense, canned drinks didn't even show up until about 1934...
Luck had been seeing dawn from the entirely wrong side, lately. It irritated him to keep these kinds of hours... but feeling out the City's underworld meant being active while decent people were mostly home asleep. Especially since, in the absence of steady work, he'd taken to making extra money via poker games and such.
Last night's game had run long - players who got stubborn about trying to dig themselves out of the hole - and by the time he'd actually left the sky had been turning light. He should have been tired, but with his pockets full and the day empty before him, he walked the City instead, wandering through old neighborhoods looking for familiar places that should have been there and mostly weren't.
Only when he returned to the MAC later, wandering unhurriedly down the first-floor hallway in the general direction of the stairs, did it occur to him that he hadn't eaten.
...Damn it.
WHERE: The MAC's vending area.
WHEN: Wednesday morning-ish.
WARNINGS: None so far?
SUMMARY: Luck is still failing at modern technology. In his defense, canned drinks didn't even show up until about 1934...
Luck had been seeing dawn from the entirely wrong side, lately. It irritated him to keep these kinds of hours... but feeling out the City's underworld meant being active while decent people were mostly home asleep. Especially since, in the absence of steady work, he'd taken to making extra money via poker games and such.
Last night's game had run long - players who got stubborn about trying to dig themselves out of the hole - and by the time he'd actually left the sky had been turning light. He should have been tired, but with his pockets full and the day empty before him, he walked the City instead, wandering through old neighborhoods looking for familiar places that should have been there and mostly weren't.
Only when he returned to the MAC later, wandering unhurriedly down the first-floor hallway in the general direction of the stairs, did it occur to him that he hadn't eaten.
...Damn it.