[journal] Day Two - Rookie Mistake

I should have known better. Things never go as smoothly as expected. I’d wanted to continue my trek towards the Vault unimpeded, but life had other plans. As it always fucking does. I camped out near the tropics last night. A last ditch effort to avoid more ocean-front travel, you know? It wasn’t worth the slight initial convenience. I awoke this morning to find my satchel missing and my miniature campsite in disarray. I’m not entirely sure what happened for sure, but I wouldn’t be surprised if a few Fuppies got curious and dragged my shit away. I had a few fruits to eat later stored in that damned bag. It was stupid of me to leave it out, especially when I slept, but I can’t do anything about it now. 

Which meant that I had to start all over from square one.

Luckily Byssys wasn’t too far away from where I camped. I’d kept my valuables on my person rather than in my bag, so at least they were kept intact with me instead of being dragged off to god knows where. The trek into the city felt more like a walk of shame. I was a damned idiot to make such a rookie mistake, and it cost me yet another day that I didn’t want to afford, even if I could.

I managed to have enough currency on my person to get new supplies in Byssys. Some food, a new bag, the bare basics. I wasn’t happy, of course. The Vault better pay out, or else this trip is gonna end in a net negative. At least the capital was on the way to my final destination. That, thankfully, means that I don’t have to back-track too much. I decided to stay in the town for the evening. After the mess in the tropics last night, I’m in no mood to have progress stunted or lessened again. I know my belongings will be safe in Byssys. Plus, I won’t have to worry about the disgusting feeling of sand in my fur.

I did wander around the city a little bit earlier. I don’t love crowds, but Byssys’ nightlife has a way of making even the most intolerable settings tolerable. I’d forgotten how pretty it gets here when the sky darkens. It’s an entirely different sphere of life when the sun goes down. Things get a little wilder, a little more ravenous, and I’m all for it. The party people come out along with the moon. It almost makes me want to join in. Maybe I will, the next time I come back here. I’m a little too broke and a little too frustrated to do any gross social mingling in the meanwhile.

If all goes well at the Vault the next few days, maybe I’ll have enough spunk, and cash, to enjoy Byssys a little more when I return.