Slipping on her dress felt good. It was nice to be out of a hospital gown or that sad, functional ware they'd given her after she got out. She felt a little more like herself. Maybe she would head over to Japantown and see what mischief she could get up to.
She slid open the door to her safe house. It was a small place over in Watson, tucked away in the dark. Dust hung heavy in the air, telling her what she hoped; nobody had been here for a while. She'd crash for a while, then go out and hit the town. The night was young, after all.
She slid open the door to her safe house. It was a small place over in Watson, tucked away in the dark. Dust hung heavy in the air, telling her what she hoped; nobody had been here for a while. She'd crash for a while, then go out and hit the town. The night was young, after all.
Maybe she could get a job as a doll? Slot a chip and wake up with a full bank account? Sounds preem. Maybe a little early to be jumping to sex work, though. No, she needed to get in contact with a fixer and set up some actual jobs. Fancy tech later, she'd make do for now.
Maybe she could get a job as a doll? Slot a chip and wake up with a full bank account? Sounds preem. Maybe a little early to be jumping to sex work, though. No, she needed to get in contact with a fixer and set up some actual jobs. Fancy tech later, she'd make do for now.
She also needed eddies. She'd come with enough for rent and food, but she'd need to upgrade her gear. The operation had torn out a lot of her heavy duty stuff. There were always odd jobs in the city if you knew where to look, but she wasn't sure she still did.
She also needed eddies. She'd come with enough for rent and food, but she'd need to upgrade her gear. The operation had torn out a lot of her heavy duty stuff. There were always odd jobs in the city if you knew where to look, but she wasn't sure she still did.
There was a few numbers in her contacts she could hit up, but... No. She couldn't contact -them- yet. Not after how it all ended. She wanted to be more secure, on her feet, to show that it had been worth it. She wasn't limping back to Night City defeated. She'd survived.
There was a few numbers in her contacts she could hit up, but... No. She couldn't contact -them- yet. Not after how it all ended. She wanted to be more secure, on her feet, to show that it had been worth it. She wasn't limping back to Night City defeated. She'd survived.
Her first task would be to scope out the local scene, see what contacts and connections she could scrounge up. She was a nobody again, but that didn't mean her past went away. She could head to the Afterlife, but would they even let her in, with her cred? Who could she call?
Her first task would be to scope out the local scene, see what contacts and connections she could scrounge up. She was a nobody again, but that didn't mean her past went away. She could head to the Afterlife, but would they even let her in, with her cred? Who could she call?
Stepping onto the platform, she looked down at the city. Night City. She had been away a long time, but the itch had always been there, scratching at the back of her mind like she'd left a bolt unscrewed. But now she was back, and out of the grip of Militech. Starting from zero.
Stepping onto the platform, she looked down at the city. Night City. She had been away a long time, but the itch had always been there, scratching at the back of her mind like she'd left a bolt unscrewed. But now she was back, and out of the grip of Militech. Starting from zero.
📷 if I've said it once, I've said it a million times. Please don't just send emojis or images. If you want to plot, ask me to plot. If you have a starter, just send the damn starter. An image or a gif is not a starter.
Arya sat quietly in the cold light of the morning, gently cleaning her sword by the river. When she was satisfied it shone and was sharp, she stowed it away and sighed, looking out a the water. It was a nice moment, one she was content to sit in for a while. The water looked +