Hecate nods. "We will help as we can, within the limits of the play script and the director's notes. By popular demand, we have extended our time down here for an extra run. Seek us out when you are ready." With that, the interview seems to be completed. After a few last bites of the food, the harlequins provide an escort back to the level below where the equipment has already been loaded onto the mules. After a short time to make sure that everything is as it should be, the harlequins simply disappear, leaving the team on its own again. Robyn pulls up the map of the Market and draws a red line to show the route to get to the tunnel connection to the Underplex.
The tunnel exit from the Market is unremarkable except for the flow of people through it. This is not a major access point to the Underplex, but for those people who want to slum in Below before hitting the shops of the Underplex, this is the way to go. The traffic is mostly one way, from the Market, as most of the people use one of the better known public routes to leave the center. The exit from the Market is nothing special, just another cavern tunnel, although it is well lit and several signs along the way remind travelers that there is a check point at the other end and that certain items will be restricted or not permitted. The list is long, consisting of just about every known weapon, but leaves a section at the bottom as a catchall in case anything has been left off the list.
The group catches up to the tail end of the line waiting to be processed through the check point and has plenty of time to be reminded of the proscribed list, as the AROs seem to be everywhere. It is obvious that the management does not want anyone to say they did not see the list. After twenty minutes waiting and shuffling forward, the team reaches the check point. SINs are scanned and the equipment is given a rather perfunctory check. Apparently, despite the signs, the bored guards here are no more alert than bored guards everywhere, and the band passes through the check point and into the Underplex. It would be hard to describe a place so opposite of the chaos and frenzy of Nightshade Market as the Underplex is. The first thing that strikes the person that has been in both is how clean and well lit the Underplex is. One gets the feeling, reinforced by small signs everywhere, that spitting and littering are major offenses here. Robyn turns to ISaint. "Show's on, boss. What next?"
