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6/14/2025, 10:48:56 AM
>Go camping. See what the city outskirts are like. You'll get a good break from all the action, and even if it bored you the last time, you might be able to appreciate the slight change in scenery now that you're older. The downside is that you'll be far away from home, the DOW sewer base, and Doc, leaving you unable to assist if anything goes awry or your attention is needed.
"I'm thinking about taking a trip. What do you think? You can rest perfectly well inside the Digivice, even if we're not at home."
"Where to? I thought you said there wasn't anywhere to go here."
"There's just one place. One big extended place, really. I'm thinking I should bring you to the city's borders. If we're going to get out of here one day, it might be worth checking out. Once in a lifetime chance."
"Ha. You'd better believe we're getting out. Let's do it. Anything we need to pack?"
"Food. I'll go pick some up, head home, then we can leave tomorrow morning."
"Perfect. Come on then, chop chop!"
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You head home first. As of late, entering the building is a harrowing affair. You're worried about catching the attention of bots, or finding some kind of ambush waiting for you. Nothing of the sort happens today either, but you still make sure to exercise vigilance. You sort through your items once you're back, making sure your new tools are neatly organized. You try to make good use of your regular inventory, and keep the tent and sleeping bag materialized for hand-carrying.
Once your metaphorical bags are packed, you start worrying about transport. The large strip of usable campground is up in the far North, and you need to take a train. That means buying tickets, and that means interacting with servitors who could pivot to interrogation or examination of your leg any time. You decide to spend the evening contacting Code Crackers about fake tickets and temporary metadata spoofing.
Fortunately, Squid is the first one to come up with a solution for you. She sends you a set of coordinates, not too far away, and you hike there to claim the dead drop. By the time you get home with the executable package, it's late, and you settle down to order your ticket under someone else's name.
You drift off to sleep with the thought of roaring campfires and tranquil forests on your mind, and the next day, you're ready to seek them out for real.
"I'm thinking about taking a trip. What do you think? You can rest perfectly well inside the Digivice, even if we're not at home."
"Where to? I thought you said there wasn't anywhere to go here."
"There's just one place. One big extended place, really. I'm thinking I should bring you to the city's borders. If we're going to get out of here one day, it might be worth checking out. Once in a lifetime chance."
"Ha. You'd better believe we're getting out. Let's do it. Anything we need to pack?"
"Food. I'll go pick some up, head home, then we can leave tomorrow morning."
"Perfect. Come on then, chop chop!"
==
You head home first. As of late, entering the building is a harrowing affair. You're worried about catching the attention of bots, or finding some kind of ambush waiting for you. Nothing of the sort happens today either, but you still make sure to exercise vigilance. You sort through your items once you're back, making sure your new tools are neatly organized. You try to make good use of your regular inventory, and keep the tent and sleeping bag materialized for hand-carrying.
Once your metaphorical bags are packed, you start worrying about transport. The large strip of usable campground is up in the far North, and you need to take a train. That means buying tickets, and that means interacting with servitors who could pivot to interrogation or examination of your leg any time. You decide to spend the evening contacting Code Crackers about fake tickets and temporary metadata spoofing.
Fortunately, Squid is the first one to come up with a solution for you. She sends you a set of coordinates, not too far away, and you hike there to claim the dead drop. By the time you get home with the executable package, it's late, and you settle down to order your ticket under someone else's name.
You drift off to sleep with the thought of roaring campfires and tranquil forests on your mind, and the next day, you're ready to seek them out for real.
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