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Closing the door to the clinic behind her, Pandora struck out for the treatment facility, intent on retrieving her supply of water for the month. Normally, she had a small cart for this sort of thing, but like so much in the life of the people down here, it was unreliable at best, so she figured she’d have to make a few trips back and forth. That wasn’t so bad; she could always use a bit of a walk. She was more concerned with the amount of time it was going to take- the next wave of patients would be expecting her soon.

Sometimes, I wonder if I shouldn’t hire a receptionist, she thought to herself a touch wryly, then covered her mouth with a hand and suppressed a mirthful laugh. As though she’d ever have enough funds to hire someone just to make appointments. Running the clinic on walk-ins was simply easier, though sometimes she thought it would be nice if she couldn’t find another healer and expand the operation, maybe save up for some real medical equipment… Pandora sighed and shook her head. Silly dreams, all of them, but then sometimes she was certain that they were all that stood between herself and hopeless despair. When all was said and done, that sort of dream was all anyone down here had left.

The Air and Water Treatment plant looked much like the buildings surrounding it, and if one didn’t know what one was looking for, it would be very easy to walk right past it. Luckily, Pandora had more occasion to visit than most, and thus it was no difficulty. Wrenching open the heavy steel doors was a bit of a challenge for someone with absolutely no muscle mass, but it yielded eventually, and she stepped inside, greeting the receptionist with a smile. The woman, dark of both eye and hair, bore all the hallmarks of a Beta resident, from the neat and polished quality of her fingernails to the light floral scent she carried, product of special soaps that nobody Pan knew ever used.

“Good day, Ms. Barrowfield,” the mage chirped, earning a returned greeting from the woman. “I’ve come for this month’s water…”

Ms. Barrowfield pursed her lips into a thin line, and she looked a tad bit at a loss for words. Pan’s eyebrows furrowed; there was nothing unusual about the request, and usually she didn’t even ask to see the missive before handing over the supplies. “I’m sorry, dear, but I’m afraid there’s something of a problem.”

“A problem?” Pandora echoed, unsure where this could possibly be going. Had her benefactor suddenly changed his mind? Had she been using too much water and cost him too much?

“I’m afraid Marquis Goldwater, the man paying your bill, died early this morning. His fortune has returned to the Crown, and I’m afraid that if you wish to continue receiving funds for your clinic, you’ll have to petition them for it.” The middle-aged woman sounded genuinely sorry, but that did little to ease Pandora’s worry.

“Oh… I see,” she said slowly. That was so strange. Surely, if the Marquis had felt he was taking ill, he would have sent word to her? He was a kind man, and not nearly old enough or in poor enough health to her knowledge to die of a sudden affliction. What could possibly have happened?

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District Gamma

A closed and stuffy apartment was hardly the best place to work on wicking and fire devices, so Zade was forced to take her craft out-of-doors. People like her were not such an uncommon sight, sitting about on sidewalks or perched on stair-rails, so it was not as though she would likely draw any particular sort of attention. Well, besides the occasional obvious leer, but she had learned to ignore that sort of thing long ago. Most of the people in Gamma were respectful enough to leave her alone, but the same could not always be said for the incidental visitor or three, not quite as accustomed to the bright clothing or exotic art forms of performance troupes.

She was trying out a new wicking formula for her rope-dart and steel hoop today, as both required a stronger flame due to the speeds at which they were spun. Both also required careful containment, though, because the nature of the performance meant that fire could get quite close to one’s hands. Such acts were feats of precision always, and if she was not absolutely certain of where she could safely catch something, it would be difficult to maintain the careless ease which characterized a good act. It also wasn’t as fun if you couldn’t exchange taunts with the audience while you worked, at least as far as she was concerned.

The sun was bright today, and the caress of it on her skin was enough to comfortably warm her even through the thin layer of smog that permeated the sky. Sometimes, she wondered if people in Delta could even see the sun at all. She’d only been there once, and that was close to the district divide. Even there, the soot blackened everything noticeably, and she was glad she had little cause to enter the place. She cast a brief glance in that direction, and as if by thought alone, a figure appeared, clothes streaked with soot and face drawn as if he had been recently feverish. He was clearly just passing through, though, probably one of those Beta idiots who liked to go contract with Ishtar’s lot. He eyed her appreciatively, but she just glared, and he passed without incident. It would not be the first time she had been mistaken for someone in that profession, though what exactly he thought she’d be doing out in the middle of the day if this was the case was beyond her. Ah well. No accounting for logic.