--Leroy--
As you ranted on, the human took on the characteristics of an overgrown turkey. Face puffed and red, his breath came heavier by every word. The comm drone tried to get his attention back, but the voice coming from it was drowned in yours, and finally the man swatted it away with a sweep of his hand.
It could’ve gone well, some inevitable shouting match closing the whole incident. But as Leroy used the keyword – beanstalk – the man burst out. “Impertinence! How dare you, you little runt! Where have the standards of this place fallen? ‘Customer first’, sure. Now you apologize unless you want your squat little ass handed to you and then call the manager, understood?” And as if it was an afterthought he added “And call a real medic to take care of my mother!”
--Miko--
The warm and better-than-usual food made your day. You couldn’t even be bothered by some of the sneers and snide comments you overheard, commenting on your skin and well-groomed outlook. As you neared your post though, this semblance of calm shattered as you heard raised voices form nearby. Directing your attention there, almost subconsciously, you heard the last few shouted sentences. “Now you apologize unless you want your squat little ass handed to you and then call the manager, understood?... And call a real medic to take care of my mother!”
You saw that people already started to avoid the immediate vicinity of the two arguing men, a dwarf in simple clothing and a human, not too much higher than the other, in black synthleather. There woulds someone on a bench behind the human but you couldn’t see from here.
--Matt--
Zara was a piece of cake. Most people gathered now at the food stalls, and though it was still crowded, you’d have hated to be here earlier. And the DroneShack was worth looking at, even though they mostly sold basic stuff. Their offer on coolant fluids was such a bargain that you even thought of sending a rack of it Danny’s way – he’d surely be thankful.
And the Shack wasn’t the only place to look. You noticed a shop of a rare brand, Companero de Rotor, in a somewhat remote corner in Sector C. As you came near, you noticed that this was a rag-tag collection of shops: the one you were looking for stood right next to one selling pharmaceuticals for paranormal critters. As you passed the other shop, the door slid open. You realized too late that the photocell didn’t sense only you but also someone coming from the inside, and you couldn’t avoid collision. You both fell down, two boxes of merchandise scattering around you.
--Joel—
You found the Evo ParaPharma in Sector C, in a somewhat remote corner, among a rag-tag collection of other shops. A rather strange combination, a pharmacy and a drone parts shop standing next to each other. Dr. Stills was inside, browsing the wares, and firing away a series of questions to an employee, who answered them with a slightly apprehensive smile on his face.
As you arrived, and the doctor finally noticed you, his expression brightened. “Good, you’re finally here. Help me with those boxes, will you?” With no place for objection, you stood there, waiting for the employees to finish filling the boxes. You took two out of three – fortunately, they weren’t heavy at all.
Exiting the shop, you turned to the doctor. He just started to talk about where you should take the boxes, when you felt a hit, and you were sprawled on the ground, the boxes out of your hands, their contents scattered all around.
