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Canopy

The Teranyan

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a part of Canopy, by ranaravel.

The beating, urban heart of The City.

ranaravel holds sovereignty over The Teranyan, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Setting

The governmental hub of the city- and also the remains of the spaceship that brought humanity to Canopy.

The building is not pretty. When you look at at from outside, it's grimy, clunky, and much repaired. Yet it contains some sort of charm. It's surface is scarred with the burns gained from entering the atmosphere, and running throughout are conduits and cables, carrying vital energy to all nearby buildings. It is huge, and towers above you, more than 50 metres high, and double that in length. Tacked onto the side and extending outwards are smaller buildings, built out of necessity for expansion and space.

The inside of the building is just as sprawling. There are multiple entrances, and hallways are narrow and tight, full of bustling people who are trying to get somewhere else. Thankfully, there are signs plastered to the walls directing you to where you need to go. Otherwise, rooms branch off from hallways, and many people live in the building.

Places:

The Bridge: Where the Council meet to discuss. Located near the top floor.

The Gymnasium: The exercise hall which is usually overcrowded.

Messall: Where food is served, three times a day, and where alcohol can be consumed in the evening. Usually full, and take care where you sit! Some tables are reserved by regulars, and have been customised to show it. You wouldn't be welcome there.
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The Teranyan

The beating, urban heart of The City.

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The Teranyan is a part of The City.

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Fara [1] You've got to be vulnerable to be tough.

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Fara sighed, her head full of foreboding as she walked through the endless, stifling corridors of the Teranyan. Like usual, it felt odd to be without sunlight. Her eyes pounded with what she might call light-headedness, and her body shifted uncomfortably as she brushed against humans, all rushing, busy busy busy about their business. She kept her head down, avoiding them. She was... unfortunately aware how much hatred these people felt towards her, and it simultaneously intrigued her and made her sad. More than sad sometimes, as she remembered the vicious anger that had coursed through her skin, that had made her feel more alive than she could have ever felt, as she'd.-

The thought petered out as she spotted the entrance to the Messall. It was late in the day, that quiet time between the middle of the day food and the end of the day food. Yet of course, people still milled about. She shook her head to clear the air, and stretched luxuriously in a dappled spot of sunlight, letting herself breathe properly. The air was thick with the smells of cooking and bodies though, and she grimaced, her face contorting into a caricature before relaxing back to normal.

She took her time to look around, uncertain as to where her contact would be. The parcel she carried in her satchel could wait, just as she could. Her eyes scanned across the room, taking in the tables pushed against the wall, the countless cubby-holes, decorated with battered stickers, tatty cushions, flags, rugs, knick-knacks and all manner of other things. Fara was always surprised by how much stuff humans seemed to have, and the Messall was a prime example of this. As she watched, her gaze was caught by a fellow bio, looking equally as uncomfortable. He hadn't noticed her, so she watched him for a while, saw him struggle to talk to someone blocking his path, saw him get rebuked, and mocked, and harassed.

She looked away, blinking rapidly, feeling... feeling something that she didn't know how to describe. Something dark and twisting in her mind, that burned and ate at her. She ignored it, tamping it down, to deal with another day, she thought. Thankfully, it was at that point that her eyes alighted on the man she was looking for. He was a light-skinned male, with tawny hair and a crooked smile. He set her on edge, yet it was his parcel that she was delivering, and his money that paid her energy bills and gave her something to do, so she bit her lip and approached to sit at his table.

She was appreciative of the silence near to him- he'd chosen a good seat, free of other people yet not so conspicuous that it would look strange for her to join him. She looked up at him and smiled shyly, slipping her hand into her satchel. The man never seemed to notice her, and it always bothered her, yet she continued with the transaction, slipping the parcel to him as he handed her a little parcel of her own. By the time it was finished, and the man had walked away without a word, Fara knew she needed to get out of this damnable building, as the air tightened around her, and her nerves shot through the roof. Time to find the sky.