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For the city that hosts the congress of nations, Deqla looks surprisingly uncrowded to the eye. The streets are all relatively wide, letting in plenty of sunlight and allowing sufficient of room for bicyclists and pedestrians to coexist with public transport and delivery trucks, while only a handful of buildings cap out over ten stories tall. It was a city that was designed by people who knew what the future would look like, and had plenty of budget to make whatever was needed to further Aramaia's status on the world stage to visiting diplomats and dignitaries happen. Further away from the congress and the local universities, the work is rather less extravagantly maintained, but even the side streets are well lit and relatively clean to help keep crime statistics down. What they don't have is a lot of people in them on early weekday afternoons, which makes the fact that her appearance is completely unobserved a bit less unusual.
Something in her wants to reach out for it, but honestly, she's absolutely exhausted.
She watches it go.
Alright. But I have some things to investigate for when you feel better.
And for a little while, Amaranthine rests. There's only so much that switching can do to ward off fatigue and pain, and it has been one hell of a day so far.
I want to go through our purse properly and take a full inventory of the contents. Including the weird magic hammer.
That makes a lot of sense, honestly. I want to know what we have of our world still.
She picks up her purse from where it's lying on the bed, and starts laying out the contents and taking inventory.
Keys, on her dolphin carabiner. Her tiny plastic hairbrush about half the length of her hand. Her wallet, with all the cards she showed back at the conference hall and the canadian money. There's three loonies in here as well that she apparently missed. Also in the wallet is her covid immunization record slip and a couple of Liv's reciepts for ice cream that she stuffed in here. The reciepts have "Vancouver, BC" on them so they might corroborate her story a little more; probably important to keep.
... Hah, a sealed letter from the canadian government. That'll be one of her climate rebate checks that Liv completely forgot about. She opens it and checks; yep, it's as she suspected. That's yet more evidence for her. A couple more of Liv's reciepts, for a danish and a couple grocery items. Of course. A plastic packet of kleenex. A large plastic bag and a smaller one too. Lastly, the thin but stiff comic book about being lesbian that she uses as a divider to keep things separated.
In the outside pocket, her spare charger and cord, a standard wooden pencil with an eraser and a cheap plastic mechanical one.
And of course, the magic hammer and her holy of holies, her phone.
It's really not much.
Box Of Hammers (Lego Dimensions) 100
You can buy this box of hammers instead. This box comes with a dozen or so hammers, each of which grants the one holding it a copy of the Builder Power * Builder: You can build a mountain, if you do it brick by brick. Given all of the relevant pieces, and some sort of instructions on what to make, you can build almost any object quickly and efficiently by slotting the various pieces together. IKEA instructions are no match for your building might.
If we have magic LEGO powers, why aren't we in a dimension made of bricks?
Beats me. Maybe this is what the Lego world looks like to Lego minifigures.
Something super weird is definitely going on. I mean, we already knew that, but it bears repeating.
It's a controlled substance, I wasn't going to carry it in public like some kind of pill fiend.
Not blaming you in the slightest, but that's going to need fixing. If they even have an equivalent around here. I'm just glad it's not vital to us staying alive.
We'll burn that bridge when we come to it, for now we've got bigger fish to fry.