[ the opposite, actually. robby blueballs himself at the speed of sound. trucy's face falls as she slows to a stop. ]

What...? You mean it's like the City Hall?

[ she takes a step back and brings her fists up in front of her. cold realization is starting to seep down to her toes. how does a city not have a name? or a government? ]

But... How do I figure out the train schedule then? Will the kiosk tell me?