First footage

[like_quicksilver]

[Gyda's curled up on a chair in the dining room of her and her brothers' dome. She's breathing hard and even for her she's a few shades lighter than pale. The hand at the circle behind her ear shakes a little as she keeps the feed on. When she speaks, for all she tries to keep her voice controlled, it's clear she's recovering from a panic attack.]

I'm not leaving the dome again until this is over. I don't care about deliveries at this point; It's just the three of us.

Any idea how long these 'deserted domes' will last?

Comments

[spherenpc]

Yeah, I think so.

[like_quicksilver]

They've been getting testy and withholding goods or increasing prices. They think we don't notice, but I've seen them pull the better things out for natives.

[spherenpc]

Have they?

[Yeah he’s noticed too.]

[like_quicksilver]

What's your name? I can send it.

[spherenpc]

I'm Max. Max Tinder. I'm the head of the council.

[like_quicksilver]

[She nodded and activated the circle around her ear. The footage he received would've taken place in the market. Gyda's pretending to look at a stall selling papers, but as she's holding a paper up, she notices from the side that a neighboring stall keeper some feet away is pulling out more qaulity goods to someone who they're clearly on better terms with. Max Tinder would recognize them as a local.]

[The feed turns back.] That's just one example. And unless there's a mark up for domestic worker wages, I also fired the two people in charge of cooking meals in the dorm I live in. They were slacking in their work and didn't see why I was complaining at all.

I told them I could cook better than they were currently doing. And I have been.