Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

She merely nods around a yawn. "Alright, then." she agrees.

OOC - Timeskip?

[Carthrat]

"Allright. Oh, yeah. My turn on the bed," says Carthrat, going to lie down..

OOC: Yar.

[Anastasia]

Another day begins after a restful night of sleep.

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As you prepare to go out for the day, you remember the C card you took from the attacker from yesterday.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat gets up and goes outside to have a morning coffee, leaving a note for Rachel. He also checks the C-Card for cash..

[Anastasia]

*Beeeeeeep*

The credit computer lets out it's sound as it scans the C card. "Card value is C 219. Do you wish to despoit or extract funds from the card?"

[Carthrat]

Carthrat transfers the money from this card to his own card, bringing up his total credits to 419.

[Anastasia]

After getting that taken care of and your coffee, you return to the room, where Rachel is ready and waiting.

[Carthrat]

"Hungry?" asks Carthrat. "It's about 8 in the morning, Earth time.

Oh, yeah. While we're lucky enough to have Earth Time used on this place, Standard Galactic Time involves a 32 hour day. Remember flying to Japan and adjusting to the timezone? This is a heckuvalot worse."

[Anastasia]

"Yes, some breakfast would be nice," she nods. She looks nice in a tight black top and loose green cargo pants. Better than she should, to be honest. "Thirty two hour days..." she chuckles a moment, looking strangely old. "I'm sure I'll cope."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat waves a hand in front of Rachel. "You right, there? You looked a little odd for a second."

[Anastasia]

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine," she says, shrugging. "Shall we go?"

[Carthrat]

"Certainly," says Carthrat. "There's a great place that sells bagels around here somewhere.."

[Anastasia]

After spending C 2 on a decent breakfast, you are fed for the morning. Around a bite of bagel on the go, Rachel asks: "Where can we try shooting? I don't see much free space. Is there a shooting range?"

[Carthrat]

"These places usually have some kind of natural reserve," replies Carthrat. "It's a necessity; there are types of alien that live off fresh grass and stuff.

Of course, there won't be anyone there; most of those aliens wouldn't trust the people running this establishment. It's usually in an isolated place, nobody will bother us."

[Anastasia]

She thinks a minute, taking a drink from her plastic cup. "Mmm, I see."