Rockeye's first glowfic. Loki (a Bell) falls on Nick in Cloudbank.
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Yes, that would tend to be an obstacle here. And they're probably not any more capable of getting aluminum. But they have them, and they could combine them to see a very long way away.

Still, with this kind of materials cost she's going to have to have a collaborator or some interim sort of work. She goes out of the shop and wanders a bit more.
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There are tool shops, and clothes shops, and bakeries, and herbalists, and a lot of recycling workshops that will buy various used-up materials (like paper, wood shavings, or food waste) and sell other things at a slightly higher price.

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She takes note of how the recyclers like things categorized so that when she has anything to throw out she can do it in an orderly manner, and looks at what tools they have in the shops.

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Paper and wood is its own category. There are a lot of plastic objects floating around, since some plastics can be derived from organic things, and there are two main categories of plastic. Glass is its own category. 'Safe' organic waste is a category, as opposed to 'other' organic waste. The boundary is defined in helpful signs. Clothes are their own category. Metal things are generally not given to recycling workshops but sold to or repaired by private crafters. Broken floatcoral can be sold to construction firms.

The best tools are made of bone, the rest are wooden. Metal is too valuable to be used for tools, generally. (Nick's tools were all bone) One can find most purely mechanical tools one wants, from axes to hammers to pliers to shovels to wrenches - though one might have to visit a specialist shop to find, for example, a particular kind of scissors.
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Interesting. Lævateinn can take the place of many but not all conventional tools, but it's good to have an idea of what everyone else is using.

She gets hungry. What's for eating around here?
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Fruit and vegetables and bread things are cheap, meat is sharply expensive. If she wants alcohol, that's cheap enough. She can't afford meat.

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That'll be a change. She doesn't want alcohol. She'll take a veggie pie and a fruit tart. Maybe she should hunt things. If she flew more or less straight up over an island, killed something in midair...? She'd still need a way to transport it from wherever she caught it to a buyer, which means a ship, which is probably out of her reach for now.

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The veggie pie and fruit tart take about half of the money Nick pre-paid her. What little meat there is mostly comes from livestock. Milk and eggs are likewise surprisingly pricy.

Someone tries to steal the rest of her money by casually picking her pocket when they think Loki's not looking.
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She's been around long enough - and had to maneuver invisibly often enough - to cultivate an awareness of the people around her.

She grabs his wrist. She will not be letting go of his wrist.

"Really," she says. "My first day in town. Really."
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He tries to wrench out of her hold and flee. He makes enough noise that, even failing, they attract attention.

"Fuck. Look, I need to eat. My daughter needs to eat. Our farm burned down to bare rock, I don't have anywhere to go."

He does seem to be pretty underfed, and his clothes are scruffy. But he's shaking too much for that to seem like the whole and unaltered truth.
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"And pickpocketing was your first choice?"

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"No, a loan was. But I lost that, too. Bad luck." He glances over to the door and swears again when he sees some sort of official marching toward the table, wearing a green uniform stamped with the town logo.

"Ma'am, sir, please explain this unpleasant situation."
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"This gentleman is telling me his life story," says Loki, smiling. "Excuse me, I'm new in town, I assume you're some kind of official because you match the currency but perhaps you could clarify?"

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"I'm a member of the security council. We maintain a strong presence to keep violence from getting out of hand, and deal with antisocial behavior that could upset the peace. Nobody wants the town to burn down because a grudge gets out of hand. Several people reported a scuffle in here, but since there doesn't seem to be a problem-"

The security councilman recognizes the pickpocket. His hand goes to a wooden stick on his belt, but he doesn't draw it. "Ma'am, that man has a record of violent and impulsive actions. I suggest you cease to associate with him immediately."

"What the fuck am I supposed to do?!" The pickpocket yells, "You want me to just shut up, keep my head down, and let my little girl starve?"

The officer's tone is stonelike. "My role is to keep the peace. Your daughter is not my problem unless she plans to incite violence. You could always sign up for a month in the pipes, or the farms, use your pay to feed her."
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"I thought the lack of a farm was the problem in the first place," remarks Loki. "If there are farms to sign up with...?"

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"It might as well be forced labor," the man says, "They'll feed and house me for the duration, but not my five-year-old who's too little to work. And the pay is - not enough to feed him."

The security man has no comment. He'll just continue staring threateningly at the pickpocket.
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"Him?"

She fixed that glitch.
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"I - uh, have two children..." He sags in defeat. "No. Dammit. I give up."

The security guard grabs the man by his other wrist. "Steven Ortega, you are under arrest for theft and making a public disturbance. Do not resist." He starts to lead the thief away.
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Loki lets him go and collects the coins he grabbed from the floor.

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The other patrons go back to their meals. One comments, "Good job catching him before he got away with it."

It's not quite sunset yet, but it's starting to get close.
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She heads back to the ship.

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Nick is hanging down the side of the ship with the temporary wing, showing it to someone else with animated hand gestures. They shake hands. Nick starts to detach the wing.

He notices Loki after he finishes with the wing.
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"Hello. It's a nice enough town, save the pickpocket," she remarks. "Did you sell the tentacles?"

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"A pickpocket? I imagine he regretted his choice of target. I have arranged the sale but not actually performed it yet. The buyer is supposed to be here to pick it up and pay me any minute now."

"We agreed on the price of one silgram per ten kilograms of tentacle, which works out to 49.3 grams of silver. The local currency is Liams, about 500 liams to a gram of silver, so you get 24 grams of silver and 325 Liams, or 12325 Liams."

The veggie pie and fruit tart cost her two Liams total. Paper was advertised in a shop at 9 Liams per sheet.
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"Yes, I caught him and then someone showed up to arrest him. That sounds like a good deal on the meat. Your half will cover your damages, I hope?"

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