Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190616164504/@comment-5543592-20190710232923

New Reno appeared out of their window. It wasn't picturesque or tall or shiny. But it was something.

The buildings were lowlying, square, and gray, washouted beneath the overcast sky. Among they rose four behemoths of art deco design-- two of those were casinos, the other two compounds. The Mordinos, Bishops, Wrights, and Van Graffs. The four families of New Reno. The power houses that ran the city. The NCR ruled New Reno only in name--in truth, it was the families that controlled it, kept it independent. It was a haven for corruption, prostituion, druglords. Anything criminal, really. The ashphalt and concrete of the city was crack, worn, and filthy. Not a person they saw looked like they'd stepped near a bath in the last week, and their clothing was worse. Everyone was more or less covered in a fine layer of grease.

The Vertibird swung low, towards an empty patch of ashphalt, once a parking lot, now abandoned. Several homeless folk scattered as the jet landed, clutching their meager belongings to themselves as they were buffetted by wind from the propellers. A one-legged old man tripped, spilling his sack of scavenged Nuka-Cola bottles. They shattered on impact, scattering shards of broken glass across the landing zone.

"New Reno, people." Tanner grimaced, looking out the window. When he pulled open the door, the smell of cigarette smoke filled the cabin. "Like Vegas, but awful."

They could see watchers gathering at the ends of the parking lot, held off only by a rusty, two-hundred year old chain link fence. Unlike San Francisco, NCR aircraft was a rarity here in New Reno.

In the distance, they could here music playing from the casinos.