01 CON ● ACTION ● SIX OF DIAMONDS

[inventings]

( Ever since Adalinda arrived here, she's mostly staying out of sight and keeping to herself -- keeping away from people. If anyone attempted to talk to her up to this point or noticed her hovering close to them while they spoke to someone, she'll feign needing to be somewhere else and get the hell out of there before she can be confronted.

Until she gets her bearings and knows she won't lose her cool at the sight of anything/anyone/whatever, she needs to be by herself and think over the events that lead up to this. Because seriously! Wings on her back? This fancy journal machine... thing that seems to be able to contact others after she carefully inspected it? This sure as hell isn't Germany.

She finally comes to the conclusion that this isn't some sort of elaborate scheme hatched out by the Woman or this is some sort of dying dream she's having. Good for her? Bad for her? Who knows. All she's certain of is that there's a lot of places to explore but sticks to the buildings and houses and you know. Signs of life in this place. Seeing how she's possibly the only member in the Doe gang to be here, she can't afford risking the possibility of getting in trouble until her friends arrived to get her. One way or another. )

I suppose I have to make the most out of this until James or Josie get me out of this mess. Hell, I'll take up Jacob's help if it means getting nagged by him. First things first...

( She gives a distasteful look at her new outfit. One thing she cannot abide is being stuck with the clothes she finds herself wearing and careful inspection of the place she woke up this morning reveals no signs of her original outfit.

So rain or not she'll be heading to the Clothing Shop to find something nicer to wear and then check out the Welcome Center after hearing about it here and there. For now she'll duck into buildings or go closer to houses in a subtle attempt to inspect them, scout them out. She's no Point Person but she reckons she can pick up a thing or two from what she may 'accidentally' see or 'overhear'.

That and the rain was annoying to deal with how it made her hair get so matted and tangled and she wanted as much shelter from the weather as possible until she got to her destinations. She has a feeling this place doesn't have her brand of hair products. Great. )

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[originaljackass]

[Jack had been at the clothing shop to see if there was anything worth picking up. Ultimately he'd been disappointed and was now facing the decision of whether to trek through the rain or enjoy the rest of his cigarette. He chose the latter as he remained under the canopy of the building's roof and watching the rain pour just a few feet away. The good news was that he'd been smart enough to not wear a suit today. A loose T-Shirt, jeans, and his Confederate cowboy hat was enough for him, even if it was a little underdressed for the cool weather.

Beside him, a blue horned bull the size of a small dog was happily watching the rain while imagining himself to be in some sort of Buck Rogers radio story.

The arrival of what he expected to be a New Feather did not go unnoticed.]

Nice day for rain, don't you think?

[inventings]

( Shoot. She had hoped to be at least decently dressed before striking up a conversation with anyone. She looks down and pretends to be trying to pull her hair back to look more presentable while trying to think up an excuse to suddenly be on her way and leave here. She can't think of any. Of course.

Telling herself to think of this as part of a routine in yet another job to get through this, she pats down her hair and finally looks back up and has a sheepish smile on her face. )

Not really. I think my poor hair will never be the same again after this. It is rather sensitive like its poor owner, I guess. ( Might as well play up her cover before being brought here. French. Vague occupation connected to society. ) I admit, I'm still trying to get my bearings since waking up. Last time I checked, the skies were clearing up and I was in Berlin.

I take it you're one of the long-term residents? ( Seeing how he had small bull next to him and wasn't reacting to it whatsoever. A pet maybe? Something part of the place? She gives it a brief but friendly look to acknowledge it. And needs to tell herself that a small bull is better than a big bull at the moment. Thank goodness she's not wearing red. ) Oh dear! Where are my manners? I'm Addie. It's a pleasure to meet you since you're the first soul I've seen today.

[originaljackass]

[Despite the bull having the physique of a fully grown beast, it looks fairly harmless at its size. And utterly oblivious to the two of them.

Jack has no such problem as he studies the woman. Oh, he did like New Feather dresses. The Malnosso had such good taste. For now, he's taken in by her deceit. He has no reason to suspect otherwise. Not that it would matter if he caught on. Jack Horner was such a liar that he barely could tell when he we was telling the truth.]

That's me. The name's Jack Horner. Looks like I get the pleasure of welcoming you to Luceti. Which is about as far as you can get from Berlin.

[Action] This is a placeholder!

[windandrain]

[Well this is a pleasant sight. A New Feather piecing together an outfit in the clothing shop is always an amusing sight, though the only reason Saori even comes here is to pick up new socks. For some reason, her shifting gown just can't make comfortable socks. Still picking through a basket she waves to the newcomer.]

Oh, hello there.

[Action] Happy screaming! <3

[inventings]

( With how there seems to be no brand names here, or ones she recongizes at least, Adalinda is trying to make the most of it and piece together an outfit functional and fashionable. She might be here for the long haul. Or maybe not. But she always has to look her best.

So worried about whether the blouse will look better with slacks or a skirt, she at first doesn't respond to the polite greeting until her common sense raps its knuckles at her thick head and makes her aware of the other woman. She looks up and clears her throat, flashing a nervous smile in an attempt to get some sympathy. Good job, Addie. You're the new meat here. Try to not look like a snob. )

Hello there. I apologize if I seemed rude to you a second ago. ( She lowers the blouse to give the other woman her full attention. ) I tend to focus on little stuff instead of the big ones when nervous. This is. Really new to me, is all I can say. I keep feeling like I'll just wake up any second.

[Action] Happy Squeaking! <3

[windandrain]

[Don't worry, Saori is pretty spacey about those sorts of things too. She waves dismissively and steps closer, giving the other woman her full attention now. She remembered well how confusing things could be, but she couldn't really sympathize. Those sorts of things had just stopped occurring to her for the most part by now.]

It's no trouble at all. I know it can seem overwhelming at first. But small steps are the best way to start. Just jumping in can be a little overwhelming.

[bionically]

[Rain pours on, pattering crisply against the cobblestones.]

Bad day to be dropped off.

[A man with red, close-cropped hair offers as he catches a glimpse of her while browsing for shirts he can modify. A sympathetic smile quirks his lips. Whether she is a new arrival or someone freed from Malnosso captivity, he can't tell, but it felt like a greeting was in order on a draining, overcast day for what it's worth.]

[inventings]

( She looks up, learning from her earlier encounter, and nods, sighing as if this is something she understands. It's nice to know that, so far, she seems to be running into people who seem nice. No worries about needing to polish her fighting for now. )

You can say that again. I think at this rate I'll need to cut my hair. ( She tucks a disheveled strand of hair behind her ear for what feels like the hundredth time. This freaking weather. ) If I won't detract you from your shopping, could I ask you a question. I noticed something about how you phrased your comment.

I mean. It could just be me being a silly goose but the way you said 'dropped off' and the other conversations I had earlier -- It seems to be implied that this happens often. It could just be my poor nerves talking. Never was one for travel.

[bionically]

[Hardly inconvenienced, he turns away from a clothing rack, his smile tinged with wryness. After having been helped as newcomer, it's the least he can do to return the favour and ease someone's transition into this strange place.]

Hate to say it, but you've just won a lucky draw for an all expenses paid trip to this fishbowl for an indefinite period of time.

[It's not easy news to break, so he had thought to soften it with a joke.]

New arrivals come in bunches every couple of months like clockwork. Wish I could say that's the craziest it gets around here, but things are always changing up.

I think she should spy on him, what do you think

[misterbrief]

[He's leaning up against one of the buildings in the square, looking through his journal to see if there was anything of worth in it that day. Probably not, but that's how it goes in Luceti, most of what people had to say was pretty irrelevant to him or uninteresting, but he checks every now and again nonetheless. Best to stay informed.

He begins writing in it, memos to himself to remember to do. Pick up something to surprise Bulla with, visit the item shop to see if he could find anything to torture Kakarot with, perhaps bring home some flowers for Bulma to make up for forgetting Mother's Day again, things like that. Attempt again at hacking the console at the Battle Dome to make the gravity go higher, which would result in another fail. If Spock can't do it he won't be able to, but he'll still try.]

She really should and she will. Let me know if this doesn't make sense at any part! :>

[inventings]

( Oh hello. What do we have here as Adalinda continues to stroll through the place? Someone using the journal that she has on her, that everyone seems to have with them if her observations of the day are not something to note. Having just merely inspected it, she didn't fully catch the functions and uses. She has no interest in trial-and-error when everything right now seems to be nownownow in her head since she's here by herself. So why not learn it by watching someone else do a live demonstration? Imitation is always the highest form of flattery after all.

Plus learning more about others was always a plus. Never know when a random tidbit about someone could help her gain an advantage. Pretending to hurry back to where she was as if she forgot something, in case he might have seen her or heard her approach, Adalinda is really looking for a way or a path to get behind him to see what he's using the journal and how one could use it for their benefits. She needs to be quiet of course. God knows she hates it if someone was peeking on her when she was playing on her IPhone. Who knows what Mighty Mouse will do to her. )

DID YOU JUST CALL HIM MIGHTY MOUSE LOL

[misterbrief]

[He's up against the corner of one side of the building, so there's an alleyway sort of behind him that Adalinda could position herself behind.

There was some woman going about her business around him. Whatever. He couldn't care less. Not that he had much to hide really. He continues to write in it, making a grocery list of food he also planned on picking up which, well, let's be honest- consisted of literally everything out of the grocery store. He's not particular about what he eats, as long as there's a lot of it. He thinks carefully not to miss anything, especially his favorite foods.

He'll then switch back to scrolling through the entries again, just to see if he missed anything. Of course he hasn't. It's all horribly useless. He could entertain himself with reading more of the guide, which he still hasn't done yet but he'll get to it eventually.]

[savedtheworld]

[There's a bald monk of teenage age in the Welcome Center, standing on a ladder as he sets up a glitter-covered poster for the upcoming cultural fair, when he hears someone enter.]

Just a minute!

[inventings]

( The person in front of her isn't what she had in mind when she heard of the Welcome Center.

Then again Louis isn't what she had in mind when he came and replaced Andrew but he proved competent enough. And she can't afford risking offending people. Who knows what they could do to her if angered. She smiles and nods, waving her hand a bit to show she's alright with what she's heard. )

Please! Do take your time with that. You're clearly busy. In fact--( Ugh. Glitter. Why did there have to be glitter on the posters he was setting up? )--would you like some help setting those up? I might as well make myself useful while I'm here.

[savedtheworld]

[Because he has a seven year old granddaughter from the future who's running the art club and he himself has nothing against glitter really. But he looks towards her with a smile.]

I'm not that busy. I'm just gonna put up one more here anyway, and I think the rest'll go in different parts of town.

idk some other spy thing

[gorehowl]

[And a duck into the grocery will reveal one man's shame. Or well, one eight foot tall muscular tattooed orc's ... shame. He's got one one handed axe at his belt, but otherwise is just in a pants-muscle shirt combo (both of which are quite wet as a result of the rain and his not having a coat) and he's eating some bananas right there in the grocery. He's still refused to eat their meet - but things which probably can't grow in this climate anyway? For now - For now - he compromises, even if it shames him deeply.

Just.

Something to spy on.]

sure! o7

[inventings]

( Having been directed to the location of the grocery by someone at one point, Adalinda wastes no time to see if they had anything that was her favorites. If humans were here it had to mean that strawberries were here too. She'll take almonds if she must. So she enters the store, looks around and what is that right in front of her.

It has an axe and it has a good three feet over her and it is not human and excuse her going to another different direction for the time being. Keeping her casual facade around the thing long enough that she thinks she deserves an Oscar at this point. Presented to her by Clark Gable as he jumps out of a cake in nothing but a speedo. She tries to recollect herself after making sure she's out of its sight. This is her first ever encounter with something truly odd minus that bull that was with Jack and this tops the little fella. Maybe she could keep it as that. Her first and only encounter. Why would you keep a weapon on you?

Still. Adalinda tries to look at it rationally when her dramatics die down. It isn't exactly rampaging in the store. Just eating some bananas. It wouldn't hurt to keep track of this one during its time here to see how it behaves though. See what it could be up to or be capable of. Knowledge is power, an irritating voice says in her mind. With that mind, she goes back to where she saw it to see if it was still around. She had been only gone for three, four minutes tops. Couldn't have left that soon. )

and then I was a million years late

[gorehowl]

[No, he could not have. He went through an entire small bundle of bananas, six in all, before making his way to look at the apples. He's unsure if he wants to break his promise to himself and go for the apples, but he knows that bananas alone will probably be bad for his health and what's more, it ultimately wasn't very filling. He feels the rage welling up in him, and he growls lightly to himself before waving an arm as if to chop the air in front of the apples and stomp off to find something else from a tropical or desert climate. Something he couldn't hunt or forage or force someone to farm in here anyway.

...Maybe he should go hunt.

Hm. With that in mind, he he decides - no. He should fish. Would they keep bait in here or in the other store? With that in mind, he laughs to himself (kehhahaha, a low rumble but with a high start) to try to find worms. If all else fails he can use those canned small fish, the sardines]

[action] 1/3

[marinerd]

[She might meet a man out in the rain. He's not very tall, and his short hair is plastered down around his ears in a wet-sheepdog sort of way.

When he passes her in town he pushes his streaming glasses further up his nose and regards her with a face flushed beet red.]

Your hair is so shiny.

[action] 2/3

[marinerd]

[No, wait, that wasn't a very "hip" thing to say to a beautiful woman.]

Like a lacquered bathroom rug.


[NO NO NO NO NO NO. Bugger!]

[action] 3/3

[marinerd]

ONESUCH LACQUERED RUG BELONGING TO THE QUEEN!













[............better.]

[action] 1/5 and I am laughing so hard here oh golly

[inventings]

( She catches sight of him out of the corner of her eye and, at first, thinks nothing from it. Just keeps walking a bit further, minding her own business and thoughts. At this point she's seen and talked to a lot of people and gathered enough in her opinion.

For now she's dwelling on what to do and how to approach this scenario when he says his comment. )

[action] 2/5

[inventings]

( It makes her stop and actually smile for a second. That was genuinely sweet of someone to say. After a day like this and how her hair was starting to become worse for wear thanks to the rain. )

Thank you so much. That is--

[Action] Hope this is okay!

[castbytheglyph]

[Pascal was almost certain that she spotted someone outside in the rain, staring at her house. She ends up pressing her face up against the glass of one of the first floor windows to get a look and, yup, there's someone there. She has no idea what the person is doing, but being out in the rain like that can't be all that great.

With a few quick knocks on the glass, Pascal opens the window and shouts out.]

Heyo!

[Action] No problem at all!

[inventings]

( Startled a bit by the knocks breaking the relative silence, Adalinda cautiously looks for the source and relaxes to see it's from another person.

Wow, their hair coloring is fantastic. The white and red were just blending together so perfectly. Taking note to one day get close enough to them to ask for tips on how to do hers realistically as theirs, Adalinda waves back and jogs closer to Pascal. )

Bonjour! Nice to see another friendly face here. I'm Addie and it is wonderful to meet you.