Howling (Open)

Aug 4, 2018
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Somewhere in the UK
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Lunar Colony LX-03

Apparently 'Colony' didn't always have to mean "Oppressed Shithole". This one was simply oppressed. The enhanced screening had caught Liana off guard, but a few wags of her tail and some very careful answers had gotten her through customs without anyone finding the knives strapped to her chest. Unnecessary?

Maybe. But she felt naked without them.

Colonial 'sights' had quickly turned tiring. Sure, the shops and billboards and 'entertainment' were all much more pristine than in the (metaphorically and literally) revolting colonies, but it all boiled down to tourist traps in the end. She'd have done better in the colonies proper, found something interesting to do or observe the underworld. But something was stopping her.

She'd be there.

Liana's grudges couldn't be let go that easily. Perhaps she'd cool down with time, but for the last few weeks Laura's words had been echoing in her mind. Solid conclusions were not coming to her easily, which was probably just a sign she needed to think about it more and relax less. Maybe that defeted the point of a vacation, but ignoring the spirit of the order wasn't exactly anything she'd lose sleep over.

She turned on the local news, flipping through channels to find something interesting. Something local that she could sink her teeth into. Just because she wasn't supposed to work on a holiday didn't mean she couldn't engage in a freelance sortie.