Right now York is working two jobs that total about 80 hours a week, but he's perfectly willing to call off and explore this place instead of going to work. He's sure Smith won't mind too much—she's seeing the exact apparition he's seeing, after all. It doesn't take York long to choose a portal and to walk through it. He's interested in exploring and it doesn't matter to him where he shows up at the outset.
a. M A R K E T —
Of course, York is deposited in the market, one of the most crowded places he's ever seen that wasn't a sports venue. The wares here are unlike anything he's ever seen before, too—intricately woven tapestries and linens, the colorful eggs each booth seems to sell, fruits and vegetables of all kinds, stoneware, furniture, on and on and on...
Soon enough he figures out that the residents will trade for objects from home, and he doesn't mean to screw up anyone's timeline, but he zips home to find items he can trade for some of these fascinating objects. Corelle dishes, beer mugs with sports logos, and every piece of clothing he's never worn from his closet, among other things, come along with him in a duffel bag.
After a while he's got quite a collection of scarves around his neck, along with linens and things peeking oiut of his bag. He's starting to get hungry.
b. T A V E R N —
Soon enough York learns how much food and drink costs and he trades some of the coins from his pocket for a delicious meal of roasted turkey and roasted vegetables. These people don't seem to have potatoes, but that's okay. This is tasty enough. He drinks from a flagon at an outdoor table and watches for people he knows. When he sees one of them he might gesture with his flagon.
"You hungry?"
c. B R O T H E L S —
All right, so he has to take advantage of this, right? By the time he arrives he's drunk, chuckling to himself as he weaves his way along. Surely a jovial, more-than-tipsy patron will be welcome?
Turns out he is not. He's disappointed, but not angry. He understands. Especially since he already spent all his coins at the tavern and doesn't have anything else but linens and scarves to trade. He sists out front, waving at passersby occasionally.
"Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a few bucks I could borrow...?"
d. T H E H I L L S —
All right, so eventually he finds the gates of the city and decides to explore outward instead of in. There's a lot of open space here and though it's arid, it's still lovely. Actually, it reminds him of his home back in Texas in some ways.
He doesn't mean to stay out too late, but he does. Once he arrives at the gates and finds them closed, his jaw drops in dismay and he drops his duffel into his hand.
"Well," he says. "I didn't see that coming."
e. W I L D C A R D —
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Agent York | Red vs. Blue | OTA | Will match style
Of course, York is deposited in the market, one of the most crowded places he's ever seen that wasn't a sports venue. The wares here are unlike anything he's ever seen before, too—intricately woven tapestries and linens, the colorful eggs each booth seems to sell, fruits and vegetables of all kinds, stoneware, furniture, on and on and on...
Soon enough he figures out that the residents will trade for objects from home, and he doesn't mean to screw up anyone's timeline, but he zips home to find items he can trade for some of these fascinating objects. Corelle dishes, beer mugs with sports logos, and every piece of clothing he's never worn from his closet, among other things, come along with him in a duffel bag.
After a while he's got quite a collection of scarves around his neck, along with linens and things peeking oiut of his bag. He's starting to get hungry.
Soon enough York learns how much food and drink costs and he trades some of the coins from his pocket for a delicious meal of roasted turkey and roasted vegetables. These people don't seem to have potatoes, but that's okay. This is tasty enough. He drinks from a flagon at an outdoor table and watches for people he knows. When he sees one of them he might gesture with his flagon.
"You hungry?"
All right, so he has to take advantage of this, right? By the time he arrives he's drunk, chuckling to himself as he weaves his way along. Surely a jovial, more-than-tipsy patron will be welcome?
Turns out he is not. He's disappointed, but not angry. He understands. Especially since he already spent all his coins at the tavern and doesn't have anything else but linens and scarves to trade. He sists out front, waving at passersby occasionally.
"Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a few bucks I could borrow...?"
All right, so eventually he finds the gates of the city and decides to explore outward instead of in. There's a lot of open space here and though it's arid, it's still lovely. Actually, it reminds him of his home back in Texas in some ways.
He doesn't mean to stay out too late, but he does. Once he arrives at the gates and finds them closed, his jaw drops in dismay and he drops his duffel into his hand.
"Well," he says. "I didn't see that coming."
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