The trip to Columbia was not, by any stretch of the imagination, the most comfortable one that one could imagine. Oh, it could certainly have been worse--simply walking the entire way was an option that was on the table, but far from preferable when time was of the essence. At the same time, it would have been hard to make the trip by air. Instead, the entire journey had been done by far more conventional land-based transport. This was where it got uncomfortable.
After all, their captain simply wouldn't fit inside any conventional vehicles. Even if she managed to squeeze herself into the seat well enough, there was no escaping the required headroom to fit antlers. Or extra horizontal space, those things spread out. The only solution, as a result, had been to use a pickup with enough seating for everyone else in the back... and have Wisteria camp out in the bed like a piece of cargo, along with all the actual equipment they were bringing. Terribly unsafe, if you weren't the type to walk out of an accident with mostly bruises.
It did mean that the ride, at least for her, had been plenty uncomfortable--and everyone else had been forced to take turns driving and crammed in a small metal box for the entire journey. Still, at least they were nearly there, the plates of a mobile city coming up over the horizon.
"Here we are, Béziers," the wendigo said, leaning against the cab and the open sunroof to make sure that the others could hear her, "One of the few mobile cities in Columbia that owes its existence to Gaul rather than Victoria.
"We've had a branch office here for over a year, but recently all communication cut off. Not so much as a call for help, or something sent through the Catastrophe Messengers. It could be corporate espionage that took a turn for the worse, or some sort of local disturbance, or maybe they sold out to one of the local conglomerates. Whatever the case, we're here to find out what happened, try to stop any of our technology from spreading too much, and assist with any local troubles that have been cutting off communication--in that order. Any questions before we get there?"
@VitaVitaAR@Operator Luna@Spin The Wheel
After all, their captain simply wouldn't fit inside any conventional vehicles. Even if she managed to squeeze herself into the seat well enough, there was no escaping the required headroom to fit antlers. Or extra horizontal space, those things spread out. The only solution, as a result, had been to use a pickup with enough seating for everyone else in the back... and have Wisteria camp out in the bed like a piece of cargo, along with all the actual equipment they were bringing. Terribly unsafe, if you weren't the type to walk out of an accident with mostly bruises.
It did mean that the ride, at least for her, had been plenty uncomfortable--and everyone else had been forced to take turns driving and crammed in a small metal box for the entire journey. Still, at least they were nearly there, the plates of a mobile city coming up over the horizon.
"Here we are, Béziers," the wendigo said, leaning against the cab and the open sunroof to make sure that the others could hear her, "One of the few mobile cities in Columbia that owes its existence to Gaul rather than Victoria.
"We've had a branch office here for over a year, but recently all communication cut off. Not so much as a call for help, or something sent through the Catastrophe Messengers. It could be corporate espionage that took a turn for the worse, or some sort of local disturbance, or maybe they sold out to one of the local conglomerates. Whatever the case, we're here to find out what happened, try to stop any of our technology from spreading too much, and assist with any local troubles that have been cutting off communication--in that order. Any questions before we get there?"
@VitaVitaAR@Operator Luna@Spin The Wheel
