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[helljumper]

[He had spent the better portion of the day wandering around the city. Ducking and diving between crowds of people, and doing his best to stay out of the spotlight - which was far harder than he'd like to admit being a 'foreigner' decked out in futuristic space armor.

Needless to say, after having spent a good few hours gathering intel and having a constant stream of people talking to him about what to expect while he was stuck here (among other things), being able to sit down was a small blessing in and of itself. Something that those watching the camera's feed might be able to pick up on, as the ODST carefully leaned back in his chair, and stared up at the cafe's ceiling with a lengthy sigh.]

"Can't say I'm pleased to be here, but it's an upgrade from magical books." [Then again, giant turtles aren't really swinging in the opposite direction. Something he knows, but he'll hold his tongue on that.]

"Would say I'm impressed by how you guys have this whole welcoming stuff down to a science, but I'm still trying to comprehend most of it. Even then, there's usually a lot more going on than what's on the complimentary pamphlet."

[It's then that his visor lowers towards the screen, and a tick of silence passes by, before he's shifting forwards to properly address those behind it.]

"So, straight to the point; is there anything around here that I should be wary of? Threats, dangers, etcetera."

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[helljumper]

Briefly, but didn't stick around long enough to ask more than a few simple questions.

[He had other concerns on his mind. Mainly, trying to locate people he was familiar with - which, as expected, did not go well.]

I'll keep her in mind next time I swing by, though.

[consultingbishop]

Word of mouth is the best way to get along in this city. Just another helpful tip.

[helljumper]

Yeah. I gathered as much, but I don't think exploring the city on foot would hurt my chances either.

[Something he preferred to do way more than sitting around at a computer, to be sure, but getting a feel on the people living here was just as important to him.]

[consultingbishop]

Well, no, but as long as you're walking and talking, you'll get somewhere.

Oh, and I'd stay away from the markets. They tend to harrass people with fancy-looking gear.

[helljumper]

Guess I'll try to be friendly, then.

[A pause, before he's giving a small laugh.]

Understood, though I plan on keeping away from the crowded areas in general.

[consultingbishop]

Now, that is going to be difficult.

[helljumper]

You're telling me. Having a hard enough time trying to figure out where to rest without getting stepped on.

[consultingbishop]

You tried the hotel?

[helljumper]

Not yet. Was going to.

[He's still trying to convince himself that he wouldn't be better off out on his own.]

[consultingbishop]

Hotel's good. It has beds. Means you don't get stepped on.

[helljumper]

Also requires currency. Something I do not have a steady supply of, at the moment.

[Nor does he really know what types of jobs he'd be qualified for. Spaceships and fighting aliens aren't really a thing here.]

[consultingbishop]

Hotel's Foreginer-ran. You'll get a stipend, and the chance to pay it back.

[helljumper]

Huh. Convenient. Guess it wouldn't hurt to check the place out then, in the case. [He'll still absolutely end up sleeping more in the lobby than the actually rooms, though. Tends to be his thing.]

[consultingbishop]

It's in Central. You can't miss it.

[helljumper]

Central. Got it. [Hm... looks like he knew where he was going next.] Thanks for the help, sir.

[consultingbishop]

Less of the sir.

[He waves a hand dismissively.]

Name's Peter Bishop.

[helljumper]

Alright. Peter, then.

[At this point, he's fairly used to dropping formalities, so he does it without much effort. ]

I'm Rookie. Nice to meet you.