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8/3/2025, 5:14:46 PM
That’s okay, you reply as you look to your companions for confirmation, you’re just gonna leave the ole’ fashioned way! Your concierge flickers as you rise from your chair and stretch your arms high above your head with a satisfying crack!
”Thank you for your patronage. We hope to have you aboard again very so–!”
Oh uh, one more thing, you interrupt with a sheepish grin… any chance we could get a few snacks for the road?
You and the gals leave the train a few ICE CAKES richer… well, except for Rezzie who tears through her supply like a rabid coyote in a beef jerky factory. A few conductors bid you cordial farewells and try not to laugh as you step onto a moving ramp and nearly tumble to the base–luckily Volka was ready to catch you by the collar!
“Stick close, yea?” She giggles, ushering you, TT, and Rezzie close to her as you’re joined on the rampscalator by several other brave souls who chose to walk! It only takes a moment before you can feel it tickling your teeth: magic. Lots! While the occasional spell being cast before left your mouth feeling a little itchy, your descent into the Umberal Skyrail Station is akin to standing on top of a JACKHAMMER!
If anyone else notices, they don’t make a show of it–several commuters step past you in a rush to get where they need to go, while others stand and mingle interspersed along the ramp like kids waiting for class to start. The station air is crisp, but not unpleasant, and a strange mixture of juniper, syrup, and yogurt caresses your nostrils as your ears struggle to adjust to the sudden burst of activity!
You don’t have to see the station to know it’s PACKED. While Crossroads had its moments, like when that Chairman Fellick guy was pronounced dead, Umberal appears to be standing room only! Wrapped in a thick swathe of communal body heat, you feel warmer here than you did for the entirety of the train ride!
“WELCOME TO UMBERAL!” Chirps a cheery, scratchy voice suspended far above your head! “PLEASE DISEMBARK THE INCLINEWAY CAREFULLY! THE UMBERAL STATION TELEFONT IS JUST AHEAD! BAGGAGE CLAIM AND THE COMPLAINTS DEPARTMENT IS TO YOUR LEFT. GIFTS, SUNDRIES, AND WASHROOMS ARE ON YOUR RIGHT! WELCOME TO UMBERAL! PLEASE DISEM-”
A couple next to you POOFS out of existence and sends your teeth into CRITICAL ITCHINESS as a family of Mox float just above your head–their kid flicking something sticky on your face with a giggle as they fade into one of the many crowds above you.
This is her hometown, you ask, shooting TT and incredulous glance! The catthing shrugs as she takes your hand in hers.
“Well I wouldn’t call it home,” She answers with a forced grin, “But… y’know.” Her brow furrows as she spots something above. “Those are new though.”
>CONTD.
”Thank you for your patronage. We hope to have you aboard again very so–!”
Oh uh, one more thing, you interrupt with a sheepish grin… any chance we could get a few snacks for the road?
You and the gals leave the train a few ICE CAKES richer… well, except for Rezzie who tears through her supply like a rabid coyote in a beef jerky factory. A few conductors bid you cordial farewells and try not to laugh as you step onto a moving ramp and nearly tumble to the base–luckily Volka was ready to catch you by the collar!
“Stick close, yea?” She giggles, ushering you, TT, and Rezzie close to her as you’re joined on the rampscalator by several other brave souls who chose to walk! It only takes a moment before you can feel it tickling your teeth: magic. Lots! While the occasional spell being cast before left your mouth feeling a little itchy, your descent into the Umberal Skyrail Station is akin to standing on top of a JACKHAMMER!
If anyone else notices, they don’t make a show of it–several commuters step past you in a rush to get where they need to go, while others stand and mingle interspersed along the ramp like kids waiting for class to start. The station air is crisp, but not unpleasant, and a strange mixture of juniper, syrup, and yogurt caresses your nostrils as your ears struggle to adjust to the sudden burst of activity!
You don’t have to see the station to know it’s PACKED. While Crossroads had its moments, like when that Chairman Fellick guy was pronounced dead, Umberal appears to be standing room only! Wrapped in a thick swathe of communal body heat, you feel warmer here than you did for the entirety of the train ride!
“WELCOME TO UMBERAL!” Chirps a cheery, scratchy voice suspended far above your head! “PLEASE DISEMBARK THE INCLINEWAY CAREFULLY! THE UMBERAL STATION TELEFONT IS JUST AHEAD! BAGGAGE CLAIM AND THE COMPLAINTS DEPARTMENT IS TO YOUR LEFT. GIFTS, SUNDRIES, AND WASHROOMS ARE ON YOUR RIGHT! WELCOME TO UMBERAL! PLEASE DISEM-”
A couple next to you POOFS out of existence and sends your teeth into CRITICAL ITCHINESS as a family of Mox float just above your head–their kid flicking something sticky on your face with a giggle as they fade into one of the many crowds above you.
This is her hometown, you ask, shooting TT and incredulous glance! The catthing shrugs as she takes your hand in hers.
“Well I wouldn’t call it home,” She answers with a forced grin, “But… y’know.” Her brow furrows as she spots something above. “Those are new though.”
>CONTD.
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