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neosapienlogs2020-03-03 02:36 am
theghostbird) wrote in neosapienlogs2020-03-03 02:36 am
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You took a time bomb And a case of crackers And you made a maelstrom of organic debris
WHO: The Biologist and YOU
WHAT: this weirdo be scavenging on the mudflats
WHERE: The Sea Wall and associated beaches and NSO HQ
WHEN:
WARNING(S): fish heads fish heads
[1]
The actual places where New Gate City meets the sea are not frequented by vacationers. The enormous, silent sea wall looms over the little strip of land that could barely be called a beach. All kinds of unauthorized waste ends up here, trickling slowly out from giant drains that dwarf the human form. There's still life, amazingly. Sickly fish swim lazily in the shallows, their natural predators all dead from toxin buildup. The normal urban wildlife stalks the drains.
If you're here you're probably desperate or secretive. The first category is embodied by scavengers who wave cheap detectors over the beach and drains, or just crouch over it, hoping to find something a tiny bit valuable they can resell, a wedding ring maybe, or a piece of usable tech.
Doctor Lena Kane is not one of them. She's in the shallows, taking samples, fishing. She looks almost happy, humming tunelessly as she works, something that may surprise you if you've seen her at the NSO and how quiet and unfriendly she is there.
[2]
She comes back to the NSO still smelling like polluted ocean, with a backpack of samples and a particularly mutated fish in a tank cradled in her arms. She tracks sand in.
WHAT: this weirdo be scavenging on the mudflats
WHERE: The Sea Wall and associated beaches and NSO HQ
WHEN:
WARNING(S): fish heads fish heads
[1]
The actual places where New Gate City meets the sea are not frequented by vacationers. The enormous, silent sea wall looms over the little strip of land that could barely be called a beach. All kinds of unauthorized waste ends up here, trickling slowly out from giant drains that dwarf the human form. There's still life, amazingly. Sickly fish swim lazily in the shallows, their natural predators all dead from toxin buildup. The normal urban wildlife stalks the drains.
If you're here you're probably desperate or secretive. The first category is embodied by scavengers who wave cheap detectors over the beach and drains, or just crouch over it, hoping to find something a tiny bit valuable they can resell, a wedding ring maybe, or a piece of usable tech.
Doctor Lena Kane is not one of them. She's in the shallows, taking samples, fishing. She looks almost happy, humming tunelessly as she works, something that may surprise you if you've seen her at the NSO and how quiet and unfriendly she is there.
[2]
She comes back to the NSO still smelling like polluted ocean, with a backpack of samples and a particularly mutated fish in a tank cradled in her arms. She tracks sand in.