Dreamworld Market - Hanako's Group
As the first team, led by Hanako, crossed through the fog they could see a crowded marketplace with a large number of civilians who, more often than not, were not humanoid but instead were plants, worms, starfish things, and other unfamiliar shapes. Still present were the gyrating worm and the putrid-smelling six-eyed flycatching primate prostitute shooting froglike tongues out from its fur and slapping the captured bugs into its constantly-farting face-orifice. The clothing the various species wore came in every shape, color, and pattern.
“Water, fine drinking water for space travelers!” a vendor’s translated voice boomed.
“Oxygen tanks! Fresh as can be! Get them here!” another voice offered.
The spiky turtle-like hard-light gadget vendor, Glyt Nazza, noticed the group and called out to Hanako via his translator: “Hey Nekovalkyrja! You got batteries yet? Wow! That human with you is really huge!”
“I am working on it,” Shosho Hanako replied, prompting the Nezeer to make a dismissive hand gesture and a sigh of disappointment. “He is genetically engineered,” Hanako added, turning to glance up at Yosmet.
The Shosho turned to her group. “I have the ship’s fabrication bay working on making battery credits to purchase items with. In the meantime I want to observe."
Various street vendors came from multiple directions to solicit the crew. Some beetle-shaped flying drones offered exotic knives to Sepop, with little holographic prices floating over them. A three-foot mantis tried to sell Sune some candy bags. Meanwhile some aggressive furball of a sales-alien pushed Akane off to the side to look at its fine selection of futons, highlighting them with laser pointer held in one of its tentacles.
At this point, Sune’s scanners were able to make a significant observation: first, it seemed that the fog was actually laced with a small percentage of nanomachines that were slowly releasing a potpourri of mild hallucinogenic compounds. Was everyone around here…stoned?
As the first team, led by Hanako, crossed through the fog they could see a crowded marketplace with a large number of civilians who, more often than not, were not humanoid but instead were plants, worms, starfish things, and other unfamiliar shapes. Still present were the gyrating worm and the putrid-smelling six-eyed flycatching primate prostitute shooting froglike tongues out from its fur and slapping the captured bugs into its constantly-farting face-orifice. The clothing the various species wore came in every shape, color, and pattern.
“Water, fine drinking water for space travelers!” a vendor’s translated voice boomed.
“Oxygen tanks! Fresh as can be! Get them here!” another voice offered.
The spiky turtle-like hard-light gadget vendor, Glyt Nazza, noticed the group and called out to Hanako via his translator: “Hey Nekovalkyrja! You got batteries yet? Wow! That human with you is really huge!”
“I am working on it,” Shosho Hanako replied, prompting the Nezeer to make a dismissive hand gesture and a sigh of disappointment. “He is genetically engineered,” Hanako added, turning to glance up at Yosmet.
The Shosho turned to her group. “I have the ship’s fabrication bay working on making battery credits to purchase items with. In the meantime I want to observe."
Various street vendors came from multiple directions to solicit the crew. Some beetle-shaped flying drones offered exotic knives to Sepop, with little holographic prices floating over them. A three-foot mantis tried to sell Sune some candy bags. Meanwhile some aggressive furball of a sales-alien pushed Akane off to the side to look at its fine selection of futons, highlighting them with laser pointer held in one of its tentacles.
At this point, Sune’s scanners were able to make a significant observation: first, it seemed that the fog was actually laced with a small percentage of nanomachines that were slowly releasing a potpourri of mild hallucinogenic compounds. Was everyone around here…stoned?