Nov 12, 2019 11:57 am
New Angeles. It’s the biggest, dirtiest, richest, poorest, most advanced, and most dangerous city amongst the worlds of Earth, Mars, and Luna. Home to half a billion people and counting, it’s a landscape of gleaming starscrapers and arcologies hundreds of stories tall, and dank, moldering undercity slums that never see daylight. And in the center of it all rises the reason for all this fame and fortune: the Beanstalk. The New Angeles Space Elevator carries a steady stream of humanity to the stars, and brings back a constant flow of Helium3 to feed Earth’s hungry fusion reactors.
It’s a world of powerful interests, hungry megacorporations, and dangerous games of politics and betrayal. But it’s also a world of average people, struggling to get by and stay afloat. If you’re being honest, you and your friends count yourselves amongst the latter. Just a bunch of regular people, trying to keep it together in the shadow of the Beanstalk.
At the base of the huge mountain, the Volcan De Cayambe, that serves as the seat of the Beanstalk, sits the vast Base De Cayambe district. Base De Cayambe is comprised of kilometers of warehouses, flop-houses, brothels, and stim dens crowded around the condo-habs and bodegas that house and feed those too poor to live anywhere else. However, it may be squalid, smelly, and mostly lawless, but it’s still home.
Tonight, like most Fridays, you meet up at your favorite dive bar, La Raiz. Buried beneath Beanpod Transit Arterial 40, La Raiz sits right at plaza level. That means it’s wedged into the side of a starscraper with 100 progressively-higher-class levels above it, and another 100 progressively worse stories below it. Plaza level is the artificial "street-level" of New Angeles, a series of pedestrian squares, slidewalks, elevated streets, and storefronts suspended fifty to a hundred stories above true ground level. Everything below that is the undercity, where life goes from "mostly lawless" to "complete, gang-run anarchy."
La Raiz isn’t all that much better. As you step in off the trash-strewn street you find yourself in a dark hole of a bar, decorated with flickering holos of the Beanstalk as seen from space while it was under construction. It’s also crowded, smelly, and every few minutes another Beanpod thumps through the arterial overhead and causes the whole bar to shake.
But as you get near the bar you see the rest of your friends waiting for you. Jace is bartending tonight, and she sets a pint in front of you as you pull up a stool.
It’s a world of powerful interests, hungry megacorporations, and dangerous games of politics and betrayal. But it’s also a world of average people, struggling to get by and stay afloat. If you’re being honest, you and your friends count yourselves amongst the latter. Just a bunch of regular people, trying to keep it together in the shadow of the Beanstalk.
At the base of the huge mountain, the Volcan De Cayambe, that serves as the seat of the Beanstalk, sits the vast Base De Cayambe district. Base De Cayambe is comprised of kilometers of warehouses, flop-houses, brothels, and stim dens crowded around the condo-habs and bodegas that house and feed those too poor to live anywhere else. However, it may be squalid, smelly, and mostly lawless, but it’s still home.
Tonight, like most Fridays, you meet up at your favorite dive bar, La Raiz. Buried beneath Beanpod Transit Arterial 40, La Raiz sits right at plaza level. That means it’s wedged into the side of a starscraper with 100 progressively-higher-class levels above it, and another 100 progressively worse stories below it. Plaza level is the artificial "street-level" of New Angeles, a series of pedestrian squares, slidewalks, elevated streets, and storefronts suspended fifty to a hundred stories above true ground level. Everything below that is the undercity, where life goes from "mostly lawless" to "complete, gang-run anarchy."
La Raiz isn’t all that much better. As you step in off the trash-strewn street you find yourself in a dark hole of a bar, decorated with flickering holos of the Beanstalk as seen from space while it was under construction. It’s also crowded, smelly, and every few minutes another Beanpod thumps through the arterial overhead and causes the whole bar to shake.
But as you get near the bar you see the rest of your friends waiting for you. Jace is bartending tonight, and she sets a pint in front of you as you pull up a stool.
OOC:
And we're off! Introduce your characters as you arrive in the bar, consider yourselves to arrive in the order that you post (so first one to post will be the first one to arrive, second person will be second, etc).
