1: Firemoth

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Who: Cassie and YOU
Where: your local meathead gym, Sky Park and the parks and suburbs below it, and various pubs of varying clientel, depending on the prompt you choose
When: any time from early afternoon to mid evening, during the week
Warnings: probable swearing and possible heights

1:

The first place she'd sought out on arrival was a gym. It wasn't perfect. People tended to stare or ask questions about the low and contorted Pentjak Silat djurus she was practicing. But it had ropes she could scramble up over and over again, like some crazed arboreal rodent. And punching bags, which she went at with no handwraps or bag gloves, making them jangle and move on their chains a remarkable degree for someone so small. Still not perfect though, she thought. Bags didn't hit back. Or react like a human.

Ultimately her workout left her unsatisfied, which was hardly surprising, as she was trying to subliminate her culture shock and the sudden, unexpected and unwelcome feeling of missing her fellow Caballeros into it.

2:

She sought out as many pubs as she could that regularly broadcast the news. Of course she could get news in her own apartment's tri-D, but that told her only the very surface of the story. What she wanted to know was what people thought of it, what rumors were going around, and most especially, who was hiring, and for what. She'd secured a part timer waitressing for the guy with the ridiculous ears, but an opportunity to pick up danger pay was more what she was after. Nothing quite like that feel of putting yourself at risk and getting paid ridiculous amounts for it.

3:

Of course when you're looking for excitement, sometimes it's right there in the open, where you least expect it. Like the gliders people rented from Sky Park, touching a little danger by leaping off a cliff, adding some excitement to their relatively protected lives. Cassie took to it immediately, and was soon eating into her savings with flight time and performing sickeningly dangerous stunts with them...such as dismounting, at speed, into water. Or trying to perform immelman turns twenty feet off the ground. And if you're down there, trying to walk through the park or around the lake, you might see her dismounting into the water and swimming to shore, glider dragged by the harness around her chest. Or trying to dismount onto a tree branch. Sometimes she even succeeds. How she's not dead yet is attributable to FASA author fiat anyone's guess.

THE BLACK EYE OF SHAREF: PART ONE

[crux_npcs]

Who: Everyone who signed up for it!
Where: The Eye of Sharef space trading hub
When: 21st of Februaro

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[So, here's the opening part of The Black Eye of Sharef event. If you haven't heard of it, I strongly suggest reading up on it. If you join, you cannot simply back out as your characters will not be on any Fleet vessels just yet, so be sure before you sign up. However, we'll not prevent anyone from backtagging or simply claiming new threads took place before they left.

I request that as many posts regarding this be kept to the marked event posts as possible. However, as long as the main community doesn't get flooded, we won't be preventing anyone from posting outside. Note that as long as they are separate from the Fleet from this great a distance, their Network posts can only reach each other. The Fleet itself is simply out of range.

For this first part, the mods will be largely hands off. Don't go crazy with the NPCs, but we're probably not going to be spending a lot of time writing NPC comments for Part One.]