Vivian Roth, probably known more as Veradian Thoreau of Terrasphere, was prepared to take a shopping trip into New York to get some groceries and possibly browse among the clothes racks at one of the second-hand stores there. As much as she loved her VR headset and console, her adopted parents had gifted it to her, so she couldn't really afford more than $75 dollars of groceries that week along with some 'new' clothes. Frowning lightly, she ran her hand through waist-length light blonde hair and dug through her purse. She had her debit card on her, right? As well as some cash on hand in case she got hungry and decided to visit a restaurant or cafe? Vivian bit her lip uncertainly, before shrugging and tossing her motorcycle license in her wallet. She loved her job, really, but all the money she had saved up over the months in England at her job went towards getting a used motorcycle and helmet. Strapping her worn black leather jacket over her a burnt orange long-sleeved t-shirt and dark gray skinny jeans, she practically shoved her shoes on as she darted out the door. Vivian practically leaped on top of her dark green motorcycle, strapping her scuffed silver helmet over her head and shutting it's visor. Motorcycle license was shoved into her leather jacket's inside pocket, where her jacket was then zipped up snugly. Throwing her purse in the back storage compartment and locking it firmly, she started the bike up and was briefly surprised when it's usual roar practically blasted in her face. She really needed to stop being surprised at that. Moments later, Vivian was stuck deep into the traffic of New York City and steadily getting more irritated.
