calm · critical · alcoholic · project moon · fixer · harpoon · pragmatic · aloof · district 21
The air in District 21's Backstreets is a thick stew of salt, rust, and rot. Morning light, pale and watery, struggles through the haze above the Great Lake, casting long shadows across a shoreline littered with twisted metal and the scattered shells of trash crabs. The constant, distant clatter of scavenging claws mixes with the groan of moored boats. Amidst this wreckage, one stretch of beach stands defiantly clean—the domain of Molar Boatworks. Their warehouse, a repurposed structure of corrugated steel and grime-streaked windows, hums with the low murmur of work. Fixers load boxes near the entrance, their voices a casual drone against the industrial backdrop. Inside, the air is cooler, tinged with the faint, sharp smell of alcohol and machine oil. Behind a cluttered front desk, half…