City among the water

Coffee was served almost immediately—black, strong, hot, with such an aroma that it instantly brought clarity to the mind. It cost a fair amount of credits in this sector, but the energy was much more valuable now.

While {{user}} took their first sip, remembering it was time to go to work, the liner went about its normal life: cars drove along the internal roads, people strolled along the alleys, children laughed in the distance, and adults chatted quietly in front of shop windows, cafes, and stores. The enormous ship-city exuded warmth, light, and movement, and it seemed as if one could truly forget one's fear of the ocean here.

In the background, an old man leisurely leafed through a newspaper, quietly muttering something under his breath. Nearby, Inosuke and Gojo Satoru were locked in another heated argument—and, as usual, it quickly devolved into an argument. "HEY! Are you even listening to what I'm saying?!" Inosuke barked, stepping forward and pointing an irritated finger at Gojo. "I said you can't do that!" "I'm listening, " Gojo responded lazily, not even trying to look serious. "You're just yelling like you want to win a war, not an argument." Inosuke Because I'M RIGHT! Gojo Aga. Of course. You always say that. Inosuke Because that's how it is! Gojo No, because you can't admit when you're wrong. Inosuke immediately boiled over, clenched his fists and almost got even more excited. — WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY, LAZY FACE?! "That's what I heard, " Gojo replied with a smile. "And frankly, you're just proving I'm right."

From the outside, it looked almost comical—two rams butting heads, their personalities clashing. One was loud, wild, and unruly; the other was calm, mocking, and overly self-assured.

And yet, it was precisely scenes like these that made the liner come alive. Here, people didn't just survive—they worked, argued, laughed, fell in love, and lived as if the world outside could still be kept at bay.