At this point YT decides that there's nothing she can say that wouldn't sound totally stupid, so she shuts her mouth and starts using her eyes instead. Her baud is faster than Capacitor's zipboard, so she's able to loop around a bit, flying back and forth to check out interesting things on the buildings, walkways, and platforms while still keeping pace with her guide.
A group of Goth binomes waves to her, and she waves back. Children of various formats, riding along in the backseats of passing hovercars, press their faces to the windows to get a better look at her. On a wide balcony jutting out from one of the buildings, half a dozen sprites dressed in what look like gang colors watch her coolly. Evidently, surfers are an object of interest around here.
When they get closer to the market, Capacitor's descent levels off into a horizontal cruise, and YT follows suit. From time to time, distinct sounds and words bubble up out of the noise below:
"Get'cher apples, two bits!" "Stop! Thief! Come back here!" "Best prices in the 'Net!" "Psst! Wanna buy some travel papers? I swear, they're totally legit!" "Oh yeah? Well so's your mother!"
Crowded and bustling as the market is, YT can see that it's not at full capacity. A number of the stalls are abandoned and have been for some time: so are many of the shops. Not all the open places have full stock, either. And now that YT thinks about it, there wasn't as much traffic in the harbor as you'd expect from a port of this size. The Guardian clampdown has obviously hit this place hard.
"So how're we gonna find this Babbage dude?" YT asks Capacitor, raising her voice a little to be heard above the din.
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A group of Goth binomes waves to her, and she waves back. Children of various formats, riding along in the backseats of passing hovercars, press their faces to the windows to get a better look at her. On a wide balcony jutting out from one of the buildings, half a dozen sprites dressed in what look like gang colors watch her coolly. Evidently, surfers are an object of interest around here.
When they get closer to the market, Capacitor's descent levels off into a horizontal cruise, and YT follows suit. From time to time, distinct sounds and words bubble up out of the noise below:
"Get'cher apples, two bits!"
"Stop! Thief! Come back here!"
"Best prices in the 'Net!"
"Psst! Wanna buy some travel papers? I swear, they're totally legit!"
"Oh yeah? Well so's your mother!"
Crowded and bustling as the market is, YT can see that it's not at full capacity. A number of the stalls are abandoned and have been for some time: so are many of the shops. Not all the open places have full stock, either. And now that YT thinks about it, there wasn't as much traffic in the harbor as you'd expect from a port of this size. The Guardian clampdown has obviously hit this place hard.
"So how're we gonna find this Babbage dude?" YT asks Capacitor, raising her voice a little to be heard above the din.