Funky City Skyways
It was a joke among the gangers in Molli's neighborhood that a grand on a bulletproof windshield would save you ten on smog treatment; an unspoken rule that the sedan's late owner clearly hadn't taken to heart. As soon as Molli accelerated to keep pace with the more hectic skyway traffic, polluted smoke and tiny debris carried by the wind buffeted her from all directions. Molli's metal eyes could take it just fine, but the foul smell the wind carried made the drive nearly unbearable. She couldn't focus on answering Rio for fear of expelling whatever wanted to leave her stomach. Through her wireless implant, Molli turned the car radio on, if only to give herself some white noise to focus on.
"Hey hey hey, you're listening to 92.1 -- Funky City Classics! Here to spin you records from the good ol' days, back when bullets were cheaper, the guns shot straighter, and the speed didn't crash you out so hard!" Automatic rifle sound effects, followed by an exaggerated
clickclickclick noise punctuated the DJ's intro, before he settled in with a hearty chortle.
"This is Jay, and I'm here to let the folks down south know that rumble was NOT a triggerhead's messy experiment blowin' up in his face. Lotta fruit falling from the gumtree tonight, so you'd best lock your doors and hug your sweethearts -- things might be heatin' up. Here's a hot single that's sure to make you feel warm and fuzzy...long as ya don't think about the lyrics, heh."
"I couldn't wait for you to come and clear the cupboards... But now you're gone and leaving nothing but a sign..."
It was some pop song, released way before Molli's time, and thus unfamiliar to her. It was catchy enough the longer she listened, however, and once the drive calmed down, she found it was nice to pretend they were all on a pleasant drive with good tunes blaring through the miraculously intact speakers. True to its name, Funky City Classics was a variety station that played hits from decades past, often from the independents, before they were inevitably sucked up into the music industry. The station cycled through songs that ranged from hard rock, country, metal, and even a little rap; the commonality between each track was a feeling of a singular artist or band's vision, which shone through and set each track apart from commercialized hits produced in the present day. Or so Jay said between tracks, anyway.
When the map brought Molli to the Fields, she gazed at the dilapidated military base that Nepleslia's finest patrolled. It was abandoned when Molli was just an infant, but she was certain it must've played a part in protecting her from the parasites the Mishhu sent all those years ago. It was a little disheartening to think about how one of the lynchpins of the planet's defense being forgotten so quickly, but that was Funky City for you. No matter how much you contribute to it, you're just a grain of sand sifting closer to a pit with the rest; person, organization, base; they were all the same.
Chandler Park District
After parking in an abandoned lot flanked by massive buildings, which seemed as inconspicuous as they could get, Molli killed the engine, pocketed the key, and stepped out of the car with the others. In the glow of the city, the bloodstains on her outfit were all the more noticeable, alongside an exposed midsection that displayed her visibly toned abs. "Ah'm fine," she said to Sif, before tapping the shoulder that her comrade saw explode on Urtullan, "Been through worse, yeh?" Molli produced a toothy grin, but she knew it was hard to ignore the stains on her chest and legs, as well as the cuts on her face. "Sumfin t'patch m'cuts wouldn't hurt..."
William's suggestion didn't sound too bad either. Molli wasn't about to admit it, but she wasn't old enough to drink when she fled Nepleslia, and now that getting drunk was one of her favorite pastimes, she could afford a little buzz before the operation resumed. "How's about me--" Molli tried to loop her arm around Sif's to draw her closer, "Th'masked wonder--" With her free hand, she jerked a thumb towards Rio, "'N Blueberry grab some goods from th'store 'n meet up wiv ya at the bar? Ah bet they got some bandages..."