Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-25828117-20160717113311

Pearl City
The sun shined brightly across the city streets and the cracked asphalt was hot due to it. Pearl city had been built in the ruins of what remained of a pre-war U.S. navy base called Pearl Harbor. Because of its previous function, the city had already been supplied with adequate protection and a wall, which gave it a distinct advantage over the other settlements across the isles. Where they had to worry about raiders and pirates coming to burn their stuff down, Pearl City could focus on rebuilding society, or at the very least something resembling it.

The city has a mayor, a government of sorts, schools, science labs for those interested and a handful of other commodities you wouldn't find anywhere else in the Aloha Islands. But the main reason why the place was such a big deal was because it was the biggest above board trade-hub in the entire wasteland. Boats arrived at the port with goods from all over.

The bay of Pearl Harbor was the safest place to dock in the entire world. Due to an amazing gate that had been built at the entrance. The Colossus of Rhodes, it was not. But still, a marvel for its time. Once you sailed into the bay you were guaranteed safety under the laws of Pearl City.

In the city most shops where built in and around old hangars to keep some produce like meat and edibles in the shade and away from the blazing tropical heat, walls were constructed out of corrugated iron and cinder bricks to create at least some notion of privacy and individual property between the shops. The government had made its quarters in the old officer barracks while most people lived in the regular barracks, each room serving as a modest apartment.

Closer to the water in the old lookout towers you had the bars and inns where travelers from all over came to have a drink or find a place to get some shut-eye. The most famous one being the "shriveled-up Pineapple Inn." A name it received because of a specific drink it serves that involves pine-apple, though it's not recommended. The owner; Kimo, a native hawaiian was diligently trying to scratch some dirt from out of a shot glass as he waited for some clientele to show up.

While he did so, he turned the radio on:

Pearl City Radio

"... And that's how I conquered that sick wave, dude."

"Alright, this next song is... err.... eum...  I forgot the name..."

"Not that it matters, just listen to it, man!"

Atomic Energy by Sir Lancelot