Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

Rachel nods, not commenting immediately.

"In effect, you tried to steal from her?" she asks.

[Carthrat]

"Yeah," replies Carthrat. "That's the honest way of putting it. I feel I got my just reward."

[Anastasia]

"I...yes, I suppose you did," she lets the matter drop after that.

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You get a rental car quickly enough, a Japanese model Toyota. Once you're on the road, it's not a long trip to Shinjuku. Signs of rebuilding are in place as you approach where you were used as a fireball's landing point.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat miraculously finds a parking spot and jumps out the car. "Come'on, Rachel-chan," he says, clicking a button on his scanner. "We're gonna search for high technology. Hopefully I can find someone willing to sell a ship. Or something."

[Anastasia]

You scan the Shinjuku district...A rainbow of things, from the hyper anomaly producing magical to the advanced technical all flood your scanner.  A focused search would probably be advised.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat wonders if Shinjuku's MeTaPhYsIcAl activity has quadrupled since he last got here.

"Come'on, Rachel, let's find us a travel agent." Carthrat starts hunting for one, figuring that it would be the best spot to start a search for a way off planet.

Still, there was something he thought he was forgetting. Something important..

[Anastasia]

After a bit of searching and scanning, you find a small travel agency that has enough high technology readings to it to indicate something a cut above normal travel.

(Side note - As you do said searching, you note the magical readings have increased somewhat versus last time. Perhaps a side effect of the mage incident?)

"Yoshimitsu's Travel Agency" is displayed in blue block lettering above the door, a small office squeezed between a computer store on one end and a electronics store on the other.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat nods to himself. "Right, we're here. Now I get to begin negotiations. Let's just hope they don't want payment in credits, 'cos I don't have any."

Carthrat enters the agency and looks around..

[Anastasia]

Rachel, who had been quiet during the entire Shinjuku trip, shows more interest in the travel agency. She looks around at the decor eagerly.

Inside is a small front end, leading into a 3 desk area. Posters of colorful locales are pinned to the wall, along with the occasional advertisement.  At the front end desk sits a bored looking teenager, who is leafing through a video gaming magazine.  The three desks behind him each have a person manning them. Each is working on the phone and computer, adding a quiet white noise to the office.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat wanders up to the teenager. "Oi, kid, who runs this place?"

[Anastasia]

The 'kid', a black haired, pimpled youth of no more than 16, looks up from his reading. "My parents do. Need somethin'?" he says.

[Carthrat]

"Yeah, a word with your dad, then," he replies. "I wanna book a special flight."

[Anastasia]

"Whatever." he says, bored. "HEY DAD!" he shouts. One of the desk workers in the back looks up. He looks much like the teenager, down to the black hair. Putting down his phone, he gets up and walks to the front desk.  

"What -is- it? A customer?"

[Carthrat]

"That'd be me," replies Carthrat. "I need a.. let's see.."

Carthrat tries to remember what he knows of the Andromedian Trading Tounge, a useful dialect, mainly because everyone knows what swear words in consists of, if nothing else.

"A Roria saratsuka," continues Carthrat, hoping he's got the 'Off-planet flight' intonation as compared to the 'inter-bookcase kitchen' line that he still struggles with at times.

[Anastasia]

Both the teenager and the man look up sharply, and while the teen gawks, the man is a bit more composed.  Rachel is giggling, trying to hold in laughter, you notice dimly.

"Excuse me, sir, but a kitchen?" the man asks. "Been on this planet awhile?"