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Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Couple announcements coming up tomorrow on game direction. Nothing crazy... yet.

Stay tuned.

~P

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

@Pyxis

It could.

PM something to us and we can go from there.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

@Pyxis

There's basically a new kingpin in town so the unsavory elements within Sol City are kinda laying low. I can answer any questions you may have about this part of our plot.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

@Pyxis

It's not as daunting as it nay seem. You have options for your potential character rather than lore you have to catch up on. Just let us know what questions you have.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Paige Kennedy

Paige watched the small windsock fixed to the outside of the truck dance momentarily as their host attended to some of the departing customers and the cooks in front of her continued their well-choreographed dance throughout the small kitchen. The whole production seemed like the genuine article, but she wasn’t passing final judgment until the food came out, though judging by the smell, it wouldn’t be disappointing. She was watching the rest of Central Point with her head propped up by her arm on the small fold-out table when the water came out. One thing was for certain now: after this a nap would be required. You’re like an old woman, Paige, geez.. Some internal voice chastised as she contemplated going back down to Milo’s and crashing on the couch until they decided what they were going to do for the evening. The worn leather sofa in his living room literally swallowed people up. It was heavenly.

The conversation started as there was a small break between customers and it was only the three of them plus the busy cooks. The redhead, Alison, was several years younger by estimation and was full of conversation along with a nice French accent, that was a little unexpected. Paige sipped at her water through a straw as the girl talked, but also very carefully turned the cup, which appeared to be handmade, and studied the designs. She had always been very tom-boyish, never really following modern styles or trends, she dressed very purposefully for her job, seldom wore a lot of makeup and until Sio came around, rarely braided her hair, but if she had one female vice, it was dishes. Tea sets, silverware, plates, an 18th century salt cellar... the more eclectic the better. She couldn’t explain it.

“Paige,” She said with a casual smirk, glancing up and making eye contact with both of them, sensing it was her turn to make acquaintances. She didn’t speak a lot of French other than knowing the Haitian-Creole slang, but being from South Florida her Spanish was on point and even carried a hint of Columbian. She was curious where their host hailed from since none of them were from Sol City. “I don’t really have any plans…” She said with a small shrug. “Other than hopefully take a dynamite nap after I eat this sandwich.” She glanced at him quizzically, narrowing her gaze slightly and holding the cup in hand. "Do you sell these cups?"

@baraquiel@Headhunter

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Thanks to everyone for a successful first week! Stay tuned for more announcements later this week.

Also, if you are not on the discord channel- please let us know and if you are, be sure to check in regularly. Most of the plotting is being discussed there and it's our primary means of communication with players.

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Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Joel Nicolosi

The small four cylinder purred happily from the exhaust note that sang out the back of the car dropping to a low and steady hum as Joel dropped the shifter into neutral and coasted into a parking spot within Corona Park. Sunlight glinted off the right side as he stepped out glancing across the park momentarily towards Siobhan and her small assembly setting up a few yards away. The door shut heavily with the typical weight of a mid-90’s sports car: Solid and affirmative. They weren’t made like that any more. For a long time he kicked around the idea of getting another car, but couldn’t settle on anything. He racked his brain over it, perusing the ads and thinking absentmindedly in times where he probably shouldn’t have been- whatever he got would have to be different, unique, something nobody else had done. The Jeep remained his trusty standby and the GT-R that he brought back from Japan only made its trade at night, attracting far too much attention during the day. No, it had to be something subtle, inconspicuous and something only a true connoisseur would recognize.

The little white Celica GT-Four was all of those things. Finding it bone-stock at a small Toyota dealer posted online in Sacramento, he knew it was exactly what he was looking for and the dealer, likewise, knew what it was they were holding and smartly listed no price. In truth, he knew he’d probably overpaid for it, particularly after the hauling charge to have it brought up to Sol, but it felt more like him. The swooping 90’s era interior that encased basic, glowing needle gauges, pattern-clutch shifter, the smell of the original carpeting and the “heavyness” about it. It was easy to put on the edge. He’d only changed out the wheels and tires for a tougher rally style and installed a hydraulic handbrake. With a thin skim of light rain on the road, it floated over the pavement like a dancer. He and Sio had made a few laps of southside at 3am, heel-toe on the gears and giving the brake a quick tug brought the rear bumper out of step as naturally as hitting the ball with the bat. It was a ton of fun.

Other than it’s right-hand drive configuration, the car’s only other distinguishing feature was the standard Sol City registration simply reading, APEXSOL. Walking around the back, he pulled a small bouquet of daffodils from the left seat and set across the nicely manicured grass of the park giving their scent a quick brush against his nose as he walked. He was almost being a nice guy... almost. He smirked a little, catching Sio’s glance from behind his sunglasses. A modicum of warmth was absorbed by his black, long sleeve t-shirt and jeans, spring and summer couldn’t come soon enough, he thought, though that would mean a lot more rain, it was better than cold and snow. However, he reminded himself that they would likely be out of the country for much of it. The rally season carried on to near the end of Fall. He ran one hand through his hair briefly as he strolled up, having cut it shorter and shaved a bit for Jamaica. The lengths were too long and hot inside his helmet and not wearing a hat for a change felt good in the fresh air.

The children shot him curious glances as he greeted their instructor, putting his free hand on her hip and exchanging a light peck in front of them. He brought the flowers up before she backed away. “Thought I would bring you back a little something you lost,” He said with a sly grin.

@Almalthia

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Paige Kennedy

She hadn’t even bothered to wear her golfing shoes just to go to the driving range, just white athletic sneakers that matched her white skort. It was thankfully warm enough that she didn’t feel too uncomfortable, though being from Florida, she was still far from adjusted even after all the time she spent in Sol and wore a red long sleeve Nike polo- again showing her defiance towards the City by sporting their arch rival’s, the Delta City* Diamonds, infamous colors.Along with her gun and her Marshal’s star, she carried a few clubs in a small Callaway bag back towards her car drawing the satisfying ire of those Sol City faithful that recognized her passive-aggressive thumbing of the nose.

Closing the trunk of her car she leaned against the back and scrolled through her phone briefly, almost letting herself enjoy the first somewhat pleasant day in ages. Sio was about to give a painting class and Milo was working on a project for a customer. His shop was only a short drive and she weighed whether or not to bother him in the name of free food. He tended to get pissy when his work was interrupted, though she liked the thought of having his attention directed at her rather than slaving away over a piece of metal. She smirked at the thought, but decided to leave him to it and make him miss her for a while. She could get lunch in Central Point and maybe swing by the office if she felt like it.

It was a short drive and she didn’t worry about parking which made things easy. When the traffic cops ran the plates and saw the little blue M3 was registered to the US Marshal Service, they left it alone. She left her business card on the dash and strolled away hearing the door locks chirp happily as she crossed the street in the shadow of downtown skyscrapers. Food was cooking nearby. She could smell it. Something different... Almost familiar. Her brow furrowed slightly in curiosity as her stomach led her feet around the city’s weekend foot traffic, past other local shops and across two more blocks until she found it: an olive drab colored food truck that looked like it was converted from an armored car which in conjunction with the Cuban flare and relaxing beach music, scored massive points for originality. Her eyes scanned the large posted menu as she approached.

When she was assigned to her hometown of Delta City, Florida, everyone hit the food truck line outside the Air Force base on the southern peninsula: It was just a way of life and essentially a requirement when working around the southern end of town. As many times as she had been to Central Point since arriving in Sol, she had never seen this truck. Fucking finally…. She thought- Something that felt like home. As a seat cleared out, she deftly slid in next to a redhead and hung her small pocketbook over the chairback. If Entre Dos Islas was anything like the trucks back home, a potential customer needed to know what they wanted when it was their turn and she ordered smartly like she had been there a hundred times, “Super Cuban, please” She said, abbreviating the name. Her southern accent was evident as she spoke to the taller, dark-haired man that was taking orders.

@baraquiel@Headhunter
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*Delta City- Delta City, is a fictitious City in Florida in the Sol City universe. Just like Sol takes the place of Seattle, WA, Delta City takes the place of Tampa, Florida. Their professional football team, the Delta Diamonds, are Sol City's arch rivals

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

@Alivefalling

Ok, now that I've had time to sit and read, I'm gonna have to say No to this one. A serial killer is a pretty far reach for what I'm willing to accept. Your character can have a troubled past, there are other characters that have that as well, but this is just too much for this game. Take a look at some of the other accepted CS sheets: There are multiple chefs/cooks, artists, students, travelers and so on- Serial Killer just isn't going to work. I don't have a problem with the hacker part, we already have one character that has that talent. I think what could be neat would be if he were a con-man or some other less illicit activity than murder.

My .02

-P

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

@Alivefalling

Haven't forgot about you. I will look this over today. Busy at work.