03-04-2015, 10:29 AM
Declan was more than happy to pay for the cost of a first class train ticket. After their hotel room, the purchse price was miniscule in comparison. Custody currency was equal in weight across all Dominances, but the cost of luxury was very different in Europe than it was in the Indian subcontinent.
Thus, the two men, and their burdensome luggage, swam through the sea of shoulders waiting to board. Soren was the taller of the two of them, and at one point, Declan was unable to shove past another human being and he gave the lead to his bolder friend to make their way.
"My god."
Declan said as they were swallowed by the metal walls of the train that seemed to buffer the noise outside. Soren knew his angst, for Declan did not enjoy chaos or crowds. He preferred a quiet dig site, where he could be left to peaceful contemplation.
Once his luggage was deposited in their racks, he pat down his torso, searching for valuables that he was sure must have been stolen in that mass of bodies. He had a money belt on beneath his shirt, one that held his identification and his digital Wallet-finder - a digital coin that could be handed over to police to pinpoint, or shut-down, the tech should it be stolen.
"I don't know how you handle all this city travel, Soren."
The relief to be safely inside the train was apparent. The train ride would take the majority of the day. Declan spent much of it answering emails or returning calls. He spoke to his daughter again. The on-board meal, a curry, was gritty and disgusting even by normal standards. Luckily, there was a bar on board for him to enjoy a glass of wine. At least it took the taste out of his mouth. Finally, when he had exhausted everything he could think to prepare, he simply stared out the window, studying the passing countryside as they passed farther north.
Thus, the two men, and their burdensome luggage, swam through the sea of shoulders waiting to board. Soren was the taller of the two of them, and at one point, Declan was unable to shove past another human being and he gave the lead to his bolder friend to make their way.
"My god."
Declan said as they were swallowed by the metal walls of the train that seemed to buffer the noise outside. Soren knew his angst, for Declan did not enjoy chaos or crowds. He preferred a quiet dig site, where he could be left to peaceful contemplation.
Once his luggage was deposited in their racks, he pat down his torso, searching for valuables that he was sure must have been stolen in that mass of bodies. He had a money belt on beneath his shirt, one that held his identification and his digital Wallet-finder - a digital coin that could be handed over to police to pinpoint, or shut-down, the tech should it be stolen.
"I don't know how you handle all this city travel, Soren."
The relief to be safely inside the train was apparent. The train ride would take the majority of the day. Declan spent much of it answering emails or returning calls. He spoke to his daughter again. The on-board meal, a curry, was gritty and disgusting even by normal standards. Luckily, there was a bar on board for him to enjoy a glass of wine. At least it took the taste out of his mouth. Finally, when he had exhausted everything he could think to prepare, he simply stared out the window, studying the passing countryside as they passed farther north.