Originally written for the MindGames universe on DreamCollectivelier
Behind the maze of air locks and service doors, hidden and
unmentioned to the visiting tourists, lay the realms reserved for
permanent residents of Nanna. These catacombs, ratways, and mineshafts,
though predominantly frequented by the teenaged youth, were open to all
who knew how to find them.
The Greater Cave was the
busiest of the hollows on Vidar, and it held a maze of its own. A mess
of shipping-carrier-like trailers daisy-chained onto each other,
providing an ad-hoc network of water, sewage, electricity, and net
access, occupied the space with room for growth. There were few rules in
the Greater Cave, all of them mutually agreed upon and punishable by
the wrath of your neighbors, and they were: no blocking access to the
network, no trespassing on your neighbor's spaces unless invited, one
trailer per person, and if you have a party, everybody is invited.
a few friends and a couple of spare hours, anybody can add a new
trailer to the Greater Cave, and the maze regularly grows. Only those
who very nearly live on Vidar, spending most of their free moments
there, can consistently find their way around. However, with the lack of
malls and shopping centers on Nanna, that applies to all youth on Nanna
looking for somewhere to hang out.
didn't just spend most of her time on Vidar, she literally lived there.
An orphan at an early age, and Nanna with minimal housing and poor
conditions for the abandoned young, it was the best option for those who
could handle it, and Midi felt better on her own.
had her trailer, though less equipped with computers than most of her
neighbors, it had enough to ensure she could survive comfortably without
relying on the welfare of others or a foster family.
Midi shuddered at the thought, bad memories starting to well up. They
assured her that there were none of the horror stories about foster
families like floating around Three, but it was a lie. The system was
flawed, and I was lucky to have this to escape to. She shoved the well of pain shut again, and resumed her studying.
The entertainment on Vidar for locals wasn't merely limited to the Greater Cave.
the maze of warrens lay a broad selection of entertainment selections,
from low-gravity adaptations of one-gee sports, to age-restricted
intimate past-times. Some of the age-restricted areas were open flesh
pits, visitor be warned, and some were private rooms. They say you
haven't really had sex until you've had it in zero-gee.
options lay open for the public and tourists, and even some of these
are frequented by Nannans for a variety of reasons, including seeking
new competition or easier competition, as well as making money off of
tourists for playing guide or partner.
trailer was lined with computer screen crammed together. Some were
scavenged, older LED displays, one was a mirror HUD, and the rest were
newer fabric displays. They were oriented in every which way with most
of them running dynamic feeds of the political governments in the known
universe. She wore a spandex body stocking and chorded gloves that fed
wirelessly into her computing system.
tunelessly to herself, while paging through stock notes coming in live
(minus the transmission delay) from Omr. The numbers were flowing
through expected fluctuations, and she tagged a few promising ventures
for future review. There was a tap on her door, and she toggled control
over to her local betting book screen, the only display that was
duplicated, with one inside and one outside her trailer.
She eased herself over to the door, and slid it open, admitted a face she didn't know. "What's your poison?"
"What's the book for the Prime Minister election on Three?"
paused, ignorant of the fact that there were four of them currently
running, and another half-dozen in the coming months. "Uhh... the one
with Joh Aldams."
"Oh. Sure, just a moment." Tern
turned her head to face the display, though it was currently upside-down
in relation to her body's orientation, and scrolled through the list.
"Two to three for Joh, one to six for Sil, and one to six for Mal. No
minimums. What's your bid?"
"Can I get two hundred on Mal?"
"Two hundred down on Mal pays out twelve hundred if he wins. You sure?"
He swallowed heavily, his adams apple sticking out like a sore thumb, and hesitated a moment before nodding.
your thumbprint on the sensor." She gestured to the fingerprint
detector hanging beside the door jam. A quick keystroke as he did
verified his funds and transferred the appropriate amount to her holding
account. "Payout next week. Good luck."
She shut the door and went back to work.
Character: Midi Krisedjinn | Tern Mevit
Series: Tales of Vidar
Location: Cups system | Vidar moon | Greater Cave || Swords system | Omr planet