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fandomtownies2013-12-06 03:12 pm
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Around Town, Friday
The less than optimal service at the two newly Hyperion-owned restaurants had been going on for several days now, and was still going strong. The presence of the yellow-clad workers was no longer confined to the restaurants, however. There seemed to be more of them with each passing day, although they were mostly congregating towards the previously unexplored wooded area in town, grumbling about hazardous working conditions on their way as patches of ground occasionally turned into ice under their feet.
Still, the ice didn't keep them from their work. For certain teams of them, Friday morning was spent on installing a specific kind of vending machine along with antenna-like terminals around town. The grid powering them as well as their functions had not been turned on yet, so for now they were just inoffensively sitting there in their assigned places.
(Except for the machine and terminal pair in the dorm lobby. They were just sitting there, very much inoffensively. But no, that had not actually been their assigned place and yes, someone was probably going to get in trouble for that.)
After the last ones were installed outside that place called The Perkolator, the Hyperion workers went back to their other tasks. Mostly around the wooded area.
Meanwhile, all around town, tiny lock boxes, just large enough to hold a modest sum of cash (and they did), were starting to appear in nooks and crannies, just waiting to be found. Whether that was because the newcomers to the island were really inept at managing their finances, or because Fandom was somehow adjusting to their presence? Well, that was anyone's guess.
[ooc: Money in tiny boxes! Strange machines that... don't do anything yet! Moar yellow-clad people around the island! Also, the map of Fandom now looks like THIS.
This post is also open for general reactions/gawking at machines and such, just note where you are in case others want to gawk with you! Or you can also do so in a post of your own!]
Still, the ice didn't keep them from their work. For certain teams of them, Friday morning was spent on installing a specific kind of vending machine along with antenna-like terminals around town. The grid powering them as well as their functions had not been turned on yet, so for now they were just inoffensively sitting there in their assigned places.
(Except for the machine and terminal pair in the dorm lobby. They were just sitting there, very much inoffensively. But no, that had not actually been their assigned place and yes, someone was probably going to get in trouble for that.)
After the last ones were installed outside that place called The Perkolator, the Hyperion workers went back to their other tasks. Mostly around the wooded area.
Meanwhile, all around town, tiny lock boxes, just large enough to hold a modest sum of cash (and they did), were starting to appear in nooks and crannies, just waiting to be found. Whether that was because the newcomers to the island were really inept at managing their finances, or because Fandom was somehow adjusting to their presence? Well, that was anyone's guess.
[ooc: Money in tiny boxes! Strange machines that... don't do anything yet! Moar yellow-clad people around the island! Also, the map of Fandom now looks like THIS.
This post is also open for general reactions/gawking at machines and such, just note where you are in case others want to gawk with you! Or you can also do so in a post of your own!]
Near MCA
...and came face to face with money.
He tilted his head and peered a little closer. It did look like actual money but Riley had seen this on television. He was about to be punked and he knew it.
"No way, man," he said, not believing that. As he started to walk off, he hit a sudden patch of ice and landed right on his ass.
"Oh, come on!" The world was going to punk him anyway.
[Open, if anyone wants to gawk, sure]