Open for Business (Closed) Jul 12, 2019 3:46:18 GMT -6
Post by Casca on Jul 12, 2019 3:46:18 GMT -6
"Open for Business"
Must be this tall …
Minutes after landing on Earth …
“Business or pleasure?”
Casca had to think about this one. “Can it be a little bit of both,” she honestly asked the man. The man gave his answer with two quick stamps on the Saiyan’s paperwork. “Mainly business —,” she added.
“Go! Leave, now!”
Leaving nothing behind, the Saiyan heaved her rucksack over her shoulder and pocketed her passport, something she never thought she’d actually need but was happy to have. Pushing the turnstile made it official, Casca was back on Earth! Happiness overcame the young woman as she left the spaceport feeling just like any other offworlder. The Saiyan followed the crowd out into the streets of Satan City.
Immediately meeting a giant mural of the devil himself, the legendary protector and the person whom the city was named after, Mr. Hercule Satan, Casca knew she’d enjoy this trip. Punching the air as she was excited though confused by almost everything, the young woman found herself standing at an intersection. Having arrived at her first dilemma, the Saiyan pondered where to go next. She’d been thrown in jail, eaten by a giant Kaiju, and became an outlaw on Namek.
The decision was so easy.
Standing aboard the ferry, it was remarkable it hadn’t occurred to Casca sooner. Eyeing her destination off in the distance, the Saiyan stretched her arms as she waited for arrival. After traveling so far across the galaxy, she looked forward to what would unfold. Had she been more prepared, she’d have bought her ticket early. Closing her eyes, the Saiyan fought off sleep for as long as she could before she started counting sheep.
More like foam stuffed sheep, Casca could be tough on herself even when unconscious, she dreamt. Dreaming of the belt-loosening, finger-licking, need to hold someone’s hand because it’s so good food she would be shoveling into her face caused her stomach to awaken. Rolling to her side, the Saiyan raised her hands as she believed she just experienced vertigo or the feeling of dropping suddenly. Finding the perfect t-shirt to commemorate the event.
“Going to Satan Island?”
Casca opened an eye. “Yeah?”
“The whole theme park is closed —,” the man moved his coffee as the Saiyan fell from her resting place. “It’s closed until tonight. You’re riding the employ transit, it’s one way, honey. You are gunna have to wait.” The man tipped his hat as he left behind his newspaper conveniently over the young woman’s head. She might have been early, she tried to convince herself, but at least there’d be no lines. Put another check in the winner’s column, the Saiyan curled up and went back to bed knowing she had to wait only a little longer.