The world Todd chose is like something out of a steampunk novel; maybe it even is. Trolleys lurch at alarming speeds through the streets, and tall smokestacks belch black clouds into the sky as people in oily greatcoats and dark caps hurry down the narrow, twisting lanes. The sun is invisible, or maybe just not there, and streetlamps sputter
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So his shoulders relax visibly as soon as they step into this world, causing his trench coat to hang better on his frame. "Nice world," he says appreciatively, following Todd at a near leisurely pace. He really should move faster, considering how hungry he is.
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He leads them through a twisting and confusing set of sidelanes to an almost hidden doorstep, and stops there, glancing around. "We, ah- you have to be good inside, okay? We have to be good or they throw us out and you can't talk."
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The hall is filled with the homeless of this world, some quietly dying of radiation poisoning sectioned off by themselves, and the 'healthy' taking up the bulk of the hall, silent save for the rustle of breathing and quiet sipping of soup. The hall is presided over by formidable looking matrons, and Todd slips towards the end of a line what leads to the main serving area.
The matrons also have electric shockprods. Oh dear.
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