Thanks to everyone who came out...

[OmegaRed]

...to see Shepherd off last night and sorry he missed those that couldn't make it. It was an emotional night for both him and the player behind him. He had a lot of good years of play, and it was time to retire him. I look forward to RPing with all of you more in the future on a new character. All jokes aside, this game has been my refuge over the past 22 years, and always the home I can come back to. Thank you all for every moment in this game, good, bad and ugly.

[-] *Blake* [English]: Take care, my friend!
Tuul sanoo, "Min'a'kin rakastan sinua, Jack."

Shepherd sneaks one last kiss then turns and climbs on the bus, trying not to look back.

You swipe your credstick into the slot at the door to the bus and enters.
Inside the Bus
The dull orange plastic chairs of this bus are falling apart from every angle. Advertisments for cheap booze and cigarettes cover the walls. Several of the cities most destitute lounge along the buses seats.
A small camera peeks out, nestled between a pair of vents.
You can go out (exit).
You step into the bus from outside.

You attempt to take a peek through the myriad of advertisements plastered over the windows.
The bus seems to be located at Corner of Fuji and High (in New Carthage)

Inside the Bus
The dull orange plastic chairs of this bus are falling apart from every angle. Advertisments for cheap booze and cigarettes cover the walls. Several of the cities most destitute lounge along the buses seats.
A small camera peeks out, nestled between a pair of vents.
You can go out (exit).

[-] Write: Sent to user Blake.
The doors slide shut with a hiss and the bus begins moving.
[-] Write: Sent to user Tuulikki.

look my photo
A glossy photograph displays:
'The Boardroom' Gentlemen's Club - Main Area
Between the dark drapery and the misty haze of cigar smoke, seeing inside this establishment is limited to a few metres infront of you. Designed around pre-Zero Day tacky strip clubs, this place is a tribute to an underground culture that has slowly dissipated. Encouraging dodgy deals are dark corners and even shadier characters occupying them. The rest of the club is centered around a revolving stage and accompanying bar. Women in skimpy outfits wander around to the various patrons in booths and at tables, the whole place keeping that 'seedy' feeling that everyone has grown to love. Plush maroon carpets are under foot while the dark walls are covered in expensive abstract paintings. Sub-dued lighting sets the mood for lust.
Blake, Tuul, Shepherd, Quill, Maize and Nina are sitting around the circular bar. A reserved booth is here, with no one sitting at it. The red light of a securicam glows dimly in the corner. An old cigarette machine is pushed up against the far wall. A sturdy U-Stor It armored box stands here, dutifully guarding its contents. Standing against the wall is a brightly lit slot machine, vying for your attention and your creds. A small sign pinned behind the bar shows the menu. Hanging from a high-up rafter at the back of the club is a roof-mounted spotlight.
Golem is the [SECURITY] for this establishment. Candi Kaine is wearing very little, and desperate to serve you.
You can go east (e, out), west (w, poker lounge), and up (u, upstairs).
On the back of the photograph, you see a scrawl that reads, "The People I Love".

The bus heads off into the distance. Hopefully to somewhere you'll find peace during these dark times.
You feel the entire world fading to black, and a low humming sounds in your ears...
*** Disconnected ***