IT'S QUIET UPTOWN [goldenluxury]

[Luca]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]It feels weird getting settled in. Something tells him that he didn't make too much of an effort to get around in the past. A couple seem to know him well, more than he's comfortable with, but most only respond vaguely when hearing his name. He wonders what his motives were as he idly shuffles around his old home, ignoring the tight pain in his chest and sorting through dusty jars. He hates this place in particular for a reason that he doesn't yet know. The thought in itself is unsettling, but even more so is what he finds lying around. Possessions that would never have belonged to him, indicators that he wasn't the only one that had lived in this makeshift bakery. How could he have trusted these people enough to let them into his private life? That was one thing that he had always kept separate, a rare constant among countless lives. In the past he had only ever met people in their homes, and anyone that ever entered his didn't get the luxury of leaving. His stomach churns with nerves, and for the first time in a long while, he's suddenly overcome with a sense of unease. He finds his mind wandering to the pregnant girl, the one who he had taken a liking to upon his arrival.

She's one of the ones that seems to know him below the mask. Miss Goldenluxury Roux, current captain and daughter of the former. While she has the personality of a potential leader, Luca finds himself thinking that she's a little young. Maybe leadership runs in her blood, but he had grown up watching the effects of intensive physical and mental labour on the young and those unfit to work. He can't help but wonder how those parasites in her womb are taking it all. But that's not his issue with the girl, not at all. What has his mind lingering on her so thoroughly is the nagging question of what does she know? It bites and claws at his mind until he can't take it anymore, and he sets a jar down just hard enough to crack it. He has to get more information, the lack of knowing would drive him crazy long before the next bout of corruption set in.

He sets off towards the submarine. Later he would come to question how he instinctively knew to look there first, but in the current the motion was so natural that it went entirely unnoticed. One step after the other, hopefully bringing him closer to the answers that he'd been craving since he first woke up in that off-island forest. His mind whirls as he recites questions in his mind, trying to conjure up a way to ask them naturally. People are less likely to answer if they feel like they're being interrogated, that's something he definitely remembers from his past years as a less than respectable weasel. He can't remember how intuitive this Goldie is, or how many times he's tried to pull information from her in the past, but hopefully he'll get something out of this. It's only when he reaches the submarine that he stops and realises that he isn't quite sure where to go now. He lingers, shifting his weight every now and then, waiting for some sort of hint from above.