Dimension of Perfection (And Its Flaws)

Chapter - 2.5 - Strangely Pleasant

The wind blows into my face as I stroll toward the waterfront.

Which isn't great, I just fixed it up nearly 10 seconds ago and it's not easy reaching behind your own head to readjust back your pages.

I've been very busy this morning, I've got a big conference being held in one of the new themes that recently appeared.

I say recently appeared, because for the last 20 years it hasn't been safe to travel. So, to everyone outside, new theme.

Anyway, this trip happens every Thursday, I take a train into Loom's rail junction, and the train is redirected from there to wherever else I need to be.

From there, it's just boring meetings that 13 yr old me never considered in his life 'plan'.

There's one problem with this journey though.

Hector Damon.
Yes, him, knows exactly when I'll show up to the train station, and always loves to annoy the crap out of me until the train comes.

He'll take my laptop and dangle it just above my head so it's out of reach, he'll draw inappropriate imagery onto my face in permanent marker, and sometimes he even just chooses to answer every request of mine with: 'Why?'.

I'm not a big fan of the guy.

I don't even know where he came from. None of us do.
He just appeared one day and now every time we all try to do something as a friend group, he'll be right behind us like he's able to teleport and then go on to make comments on whatever's happening, like he knows  what's happening.

But I don't think you could get him to add two double digit numbers together, he's that thick. Really, no offence to him. Appearing out of thin air with seemingly an adult mind must not be nice to be stuck with.

I am usually not one to antagonize people, but he's an exception. Sometimes... Maybe.

And yes, I've tried to make friends with him,  but he's just a, sort of, volatile person..

So, other than the change of final destination, I don't think this day is going to be much different than others.
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From through the trees, I see the train station, wedged between two massive skyscrapers that previously, did not block the view of the river.

The many platforms, all emerging from underground, stretch far out over the lake and into the middle Sackperson Village island.

The station is bustling with activity, given that the middle island redirects shipments of all kinds.

I see my platform; platform 32, just barely through the park trees and catch no signs of a drunken demon in a hoodie and eyeliner, but instead just the lonely, empty, waiting area not being used much because Metropolitans don't get out as often as they should.

Odd, but not Rare.

I'm sure he's just late. Or somewhere causing trouble with the police. It's pretty common to see him on the news.

Making my way down the trail to the street and across again, I wonder what this new theme is.

I've only heard stories about whatever the hell went on in there, and they were never happy stories.

All I know about this place is that this theme is the 'Moody' Municipality. Probably made by an Elliam? Ellie?
Oh, I already forgot.

From its name it's probably not very lively.
And even though I haven't a clue what a Municipality is, that's probably crucial to it's description too.

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I enter the station just to find no Hector in sight. He's really running late this time.

Everything is the same, all the trains are on schedule, nothing is down for maintenance, and that same to-go box from Jarvys and Arvys is sitting exactly as it was, with precisely 4 chicken nuggets left inside the packaging.