"Actually. Not bad for a place without gravitational manipulation."
Stanley walked out of the room, slightly impressed at the infrastructure surrounding him, but disappointed once again, like a sour critic. The Suns shined
On his left and right, were people who also completed their inspection. they had their own wooden rooms and doors, connected like hotel rooms. The doors stretched from left to right, about three hundred on each side as a estimate. In front was the more captivating part. the pavement had patterns, and was slightly flat and steady, which connected to a plaza of merchants and international traders. Connecting North East from the plaza was a trail which led to a faraway Amphitheater similar to a announcing area, for prizes and talent. North from the Plaza was seems to be a Government building, beautifully decorated in chiseled stone and refined wood, with a tiled roof. A place for either Philosophy or meetings. surrounding the plaza was excellent two storey buildings made of clay, bricks or something similar. greenery, hedges and dirt were all kept nicely neat and tidy as decorations put around the buildings, plaza and around the trails. There were many more trails which lead to more places inside East Bliford. many people filled the described area in a way that flowed correctly, letting people walk down and up without crowding and lines around spaces.
Stanley liked to think with body gestures sometimes. He put his left hand on the left side of his head.
{The people controlling this city are probably part of the empire. They know other Planets and Solar Systems, I can definitely get back home whenever I'd like. I just Don't know where to go.}
In the rooms near Stanley, people came out every few seconds, which they all walk casually to the plaza with certainty, walking down stairs, paths, trails, businesses and rooms all with a goal.
Stanley merges with the crowd, blending in and walking around with an expression of absence. wondering while forgetting his goal right now, thinking about his past worldly ideas.
{All these people whom surrounds me all have acting potential. they all look like they could express emotions from reading a simple script. beautiful nature lies on every single inch of their faces, body, eyes, limbs. These people. I can see Cinematic quality, I can imagine even the smallest shopkeeper and tallest Writer having a amazing acting career. It is appealing to myself.]
He thought about these things while sitting on a wooden bench, staring without creepiness, but with blankness. He could not express his true thoughts unconsciously.
People walking around in simple fashion. Many in Bliford did not have clothing freedom, wearing what was required, and keeping accessories around to have uniqueness. To either tell the difference between jobs or to stand out.
A hush plop landed near Stanley. A Woman sat down on the same bench while using some sort of communication device. A pale woman. Similar to a person with albino skin and hair. She expresses herself with a gentle, demure body language with dour eyes. Her hair reaches gently to her military uniform. A formal woman talking while sitting.
"H-hmmph." leaked like a whisper out Stanley's mouth.
Stanley stands up to walk to any other place but the bench.
Following the pavement and the curling in his stomach led him to a food stall out in the food section of the plaza. Walking. Turning. Viewing. Not much here could fill him up if they were only selling snack-sized portions.
"Heya Young Biddo! You look like a man of real taste, Am I wrong?"
The middle aged lady In front of him pointing with her left index finger with confidence and winked.
{Food. I've never tried Food this far out the Empire, I am slightly worried. maybe interested.}
"What are you selling to me?"
"I sell Doired. It tastes like Umanu but sweet and fresh. Like eating a dense Pig while drinking your favorite sweet drink. I'd recommend if you need to fill your stomach."
"My Favorite drink? What types can I have?"
"For you, I'd recommend the Combination of grainy whites."
"Ah, say less. How much for it?"
"12.20."
"Yeah thank you for this!"
Walking away, he hears the calm music and ambiance of the area he is in.
Birds calling while the trees breeze.
The awfully loud chatter between the community.
they counter each other, but mix perfectly to create an ambiance of coziness that makes introverts want to have a conversation.
{I definitely know that there is a way out of here. Will it cost me?}
This realization struck Stanley's calmness away. His Body language seemed Bleak, But his face was detailed with confusion
Enjoying his Meaty meal while walking down pavement which most civilians were using filled Stanley with a swirly feeling of being left out and alone to admire minimally of the accuracy of everything around.
{Small details can be so infuriating yet show the effort of who ever did such things. Buildings, food stands. I mildly like the details. Does Human Smuggling exist? That will be my last pick, I don't need to rely on random strange guys while I can rely on me. I am amazing.}
These thoughts about the knowledge of common ideas circulate Stanley's brain while he follows an pavement that is just like a city block path. Straight, with plenty of areas around to turn. Stanley puts his right hand in his pocket while holding his meal in the other.
{I feel so mysterious. So nonchalant. though this is hard to keep without being awkward.}
He quickly switches back to holding with two hands while eating and walking.
{Hmm. My feet are walking on a weird texture. is this even concrete or Rotrane?
{The pavement isn't concrete. It more feels firm and soft to the touch.}
He moves out the way of travel, to the left to bend over on his left knee to examine and test the material. Reaching out to touch gave him a interesting texture. he could tell from walking on it that something, of unknown mineral made this. Smooth. Abrasive. Those two words counter rack with each other yet describe the sensation which loaded Stanley's hand.
{This. I know This.}
His mind searches his memories in a fast blur looking for the right thought.
{I feel this texture and rock In my hometown! It has such a unique name. I cannot recall such things right now. I am hopeless If I can't know a Metamorphic rock.} He beat himself up in a playful manner.
Stanley gets up and walks with the other people.
{where am I going? I am worried}
He turns his head in every direction with calm movements.
At the end of the path he was walking on, lead him to an Government-looking building.
Looking slightly up in a gentle miserable way, he saw the building.
{I can't read this shit. I can't deal with this again. this building absolutely looks like a Political building. I can probably find another info guy stationed inside. But. Is this even Remotely close to a police or government place? more looks like a Rich Fucks Business. I Can't Make a fool out of myself, I have a reputation to uphold.}
Close to him stood a well polished building with three floors. the material that was used has the looks of polished granite. Pillars were constructed around the building like ancients Greek buildings. the roof as well was a tiled roof, which poured water down fine. Anyone would assume it to be a Government building until they read the emblem and name designed onto the front of the building. Stanley was quite aware.
He looks around. many people in business and work clothes wander and move. He picks out his target and calls out.
"Hey! Man in Trades person clothes!"
A few people look at Stanley, confused and bothered. He points to whom he is looking at.
"Don't worry I only want a few questions answered."
Stanley walks with confidence and a grin to a bearded man of same height.
"Can you tell me what that building is?"
The man looks where he points, then looks back at Stanley right in the eyes.
"The Monad distribution company headquarters." The man was not impressed and slightly annoyed with Stanley's joyful voice.
{Motherfucker. He doesn't like the look of me. I hate you, Bearded fuck. You could've matched my personality but you look at me with disgust.}
He thought this while grinning and looking anywhere but the man's eyes.
"So. Anywhere do you think I could go to get some Information on where I am?"
His tone matched the Mans. The Man turned his upper body left and point with his thumb behind his back.
"I Don't know for biddo's. If you aren't one, then go that way and turn on Lionsdale Rd, walk right enter a Bazaar. you find a place you might get some info. Based on what I see, You'll like that place."
Stanley understood the language hidden between tone and words. He guessed the man was trying to lead him somewhere bad.
{Fuck this shit. He could be telling the truth. But I know guys like him would wouldn't care if I died. Then again it could be the truth. My doubt is overthinking my brain.}
"Well thanks sir. Have a good one"
"Yeah." Replied the man.
They walk off into different locations. One walking off grumpy, the other awkwardly jogs.
Stanley Admires the uniqueness of this City. Each building while not too tall had been crafted and beautifully designed by carpenters, painters and construction workers. they seem to be built only using this planets resources of minerals, clay, wood, stone and more to craft the city blocks Stanley was surrounded by. Even the Pavement was smooth as the other one Stanley touched. Nature was still included everywhere. trees were planted on the left side of Stanley, close to the road.
{the concrete on the road is also Smooth, even with its rough looks of rough concrete that existed a long time ago. [TOUCH] Firm. Almost dehydrated.}
The sky was starting to form dusk, the clouds slowly rose higher, moving closer together as the sun of this solar system was preparing to say goodnight to the residents of Clifford. the summer colors of this planet merge into a harmony in the sky. Each part of the sky was coated in golden yellow, light purple, Deep Orange and lilac but there was more. Heat and cold were resonating with each other creating a blanket of soothing warmth around Stanley's entire body.
He knew how different this place was compared to other cities he visited. This place is calm and filled to the brim with an atmosphere of Freedom.
{No wonder the traders and mining companies landed outside the Empire for this place. Sola Frechia. I will remember this place for it's Possibilities in advancing weaponry, combat, technology. maybe in comfortableness.}Stanley soon arrived at the corner of Lionsdale Rd, and turns right towards the street, it seems a tad bit shady because of the road being mostly covered in shadows of the two other buildings on each side. It was also quite small for being a road.{How the fuck can a car fit through this?}
On the other side of the "tunnel" was more paths leading to destinations Stanley didn't care about.
{Shit. Is it hotter or am I confused?}
Stanley was now adjusting to unique atmosphere surrounding him. The further he walked, the more hotter it seemed to get while his nose was smelling an array of unique, savory, burnt, fieriness that the Bazaar close to him was radiating.
Massive tents were hanged up, Protecting Visitors from the sun while they look for products. Sail shades hang over every Shop, mainly in red, orange or brown cover most people and family's walking around. Crowds around popular Shops were coated in people while other stalls seemed empty. Food stalls with stools surrounding most were set up on dirt and had a nauseous savory smell which irritated most whom walk near the Bazaar. Not Stanley though as he walked closer.
Stanley's eyebrows scrunched up, deep in thought while looking at a wooden hanging sign named:
[Cultured Bazaar of Cultured people]
And walks in trying to not look like a new-comer to the Big Bazaar of tents and wonders.
{Holy, This is not a friendly environment.}
The People whom Stanley walk don't seem to be of same race as other people who live in East Bliford. They mostly shared darker skin tones with unique garments which consist of colors of red, Orange, mauve and brown. Most men seem to wear long button-up robes with turbans, while women wear the same but with more accessories, like beads or another layer of black cloth around her clothes or head. Such a foreign Environment was bound to make Stanley uncomfortable.
{Oh my. Oh my fucking god. this is so uncomfortable. I feel their looks scratching my skin. I hate this.}
His head slightly turns while walking nonchalantly the Bazaar. turning and looking for someone whom seems capable of transporting people.
Most people here seem like they have moved great distances to here. All of them have a somewhat healthy build of body fat and muscle. Easy for surviving migration journey's in space shuttles. Everything being sold or displayed seemed to be matching with the culture and race of the owner/family. Toys of uniqueness were displayed like they were things many other actually knew how to use. Food stalls share their specialty in varieties while others like butchers and fresh food market stalls relied on the consumer looking for something in their huge inventory. clothing stands show many "creative" designs and fashionable choices for those who embrace it. the rest of the other stalls mainly contain Goods like trinkets, jewelry, flags, paint, and artistic tools. Extremely cheerful was a good description for the environment.
Stanley pauses for a millisecond after he spots a nearby stand with words carved into the raw metal.
[Bazaar of Cultured People Informational desk]
There were also pieces of paper stapled onto the stand for information, such as timetables, location changes, new coming stalls and the history of the stand.
Stanley sprint walks towards the info stall with a composed face, though his emotions inside were curious and ecstatic.
"Hey Mister?"
Stanley walks up to the man behind the stall with a sparkling tone and attitude.
"-Hold on hold on. I'll be there."
The man speaking in a foreign accent was already talking with someone as Stanley politely barged in because it seemed to be a friendly conversation, not a business one.
"Yes. What can I do for you Boss?"