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( 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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You don't have to if you don't want to. A lot of the apartments and houses are empty, so you can live wherever you want by yourself. You just find a place and start living there!

Oh, very much so! In fact, I stand before you a shifted man!

[His voice squeaks on "man".]

'S why I cannot remember about the parlay-ing.

Well of course...though...wouldn't it be more fun to ask questions?

[And make Saori feel significantly less...boastful?]

[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]

[In time she might find out that his access to wine was as a bartender and it was not quite so exclusive as she believed. But for his part, he was actually already getting bored with clothe shopping. He'd just exited the shop, so pretending to leaf through clothes he had already looked through was extra boring for him.]

It's all business. Everything is about power and money. If you happen to show people a good time while you're at it, then people will forgive you for anything else you do. That's how most of them were, anyway.

Don't worry about it. [Dismissively, though not unkindly.] It's not exactly easy, being tossed into a new place and at the mercy of strangers, more or less... but you could be worse off in terms of your company. Your philanthropist-types vastly outnumber the assholes around here, from the looks of things. So unless you're from some kind of paradise, it's almost a little surreal.

[Luckily her housemates tend to cover a lot of the chores, or bug her until she does them anyway. It's clear that from the way the living room is furnished that there's more than just Pascal staying here. Plus if it was just Pascal then most of the house would be covered in machine parts and other doodads.

Now if Pascal had any sense of decency then she wouldn't invite someone into her house and then let them start making tea, whether they were repaying her for something or not. But seeing as she doesn't...]

Sure thing! The kitchen is right over this way. [Off she goes, leading the way to the kitchen.] I dunno how we are for tea, we might have some of those baggy things lying around. Ooh, but we have plenty of stuff for making hot chocolate!

You're right, I don't help anyone who's going to come up to me and ask such moronic questions. [He rolls his eyes. Fine. Whatever.]

It doesn't have much use anyhow. [He doesn't think so at least. But Adalinda might find great uses for it.] There's a guide in the back of it if you haven't figured it out already. Otherwise you can use it to communicate with the other irritating inhabitants here. There's a texting function too, but the only real use I get out of it is using it as sort of a notebook for myself.

And yes, it has a camera too. [She looks like the type that would care about that function.]

( Whatever bravado Addie blustered up for herself earlier, it nearly collapsed on itself like a lousy house of cards when her target suddenly waved its arm all of the sudden. The action nearly has her deciding that hey! Maybe this is a bad idea and she should get going soon before something bad happens. She stops herself from doing that though when she sees it move away from the apples and head for someplace else out of the blue.

Where are you going now? Curious and pushing whatever bravery she had left up and all of her self-preservation down, she decides to follow at a distance just to make sure nothing bad could happen. Not before grabbing an apple to eat. She did come here for something to settle her stomach for now and you know what they say. An apple a day keeps the doctor or possibly of being maimed to death away.

Graceful as she maybe, she still needs to try and make sure her footsteps aren't too loud and she isn't being obvious as the daylight when it comes to tailing them. What devious plans are they planning? They have to be looking for something but what. Maybe there was a type of food here that could be used as a weapon of some sort so the didn't need to use the obvious axe as much/ )

( Much as she'll like an entire house to herself, the idea of being reminded of how empty it was if she lived in one by herself did not appeal to her. )

I think I'll stick to an apartment for now! Always did prefer a quiet space to have. ( Wha was here second question again?

She looks up in thought and spots something. Ah! She remembers now. ) I noticed that those posters you put up earlier were advertising for something. What do people do for fun, exactly? Or for work to help maintain order here? I don't know much besides how to sew and how to mend clothes thanks to-- ( Her missing brother and even then it was basic things. ) --my course back home but maybe it could be of help.

( At least he's answering in details, she tells herself to keep herself from going into a sulk. Last thing she needs is to break character so early.

It is not easy and it takes all her strength to not scowl at his tone and his attitude towards her and stay looking interested in what he said, reminding herself she needs to learn from someone first hand as it was easier for her to learn. Slowly nodding now and then as she tried to soak the information in her head like a sponge, she calms herself down and resists the urge to be snippy or snobbish back at him. )

Hmmm... A guide on the back? ( Contrary to what he thought, the guide as much more interesting to her than the camera function. But just by a bit. She has priorities. She checks it and there it was. ) ...If you do not mind another moronic question from me. Could I ask if you know if this was always there for the inhabitants of here? Or was it eventually included in help people like myself learn it more quickly?

( She tries not to burst out laughing when his words finally click together in her head. Pirate and treasure? So he was a pirate that was turned into... this?

Doing her best to act appropriately shocked by this revelation, she is genuinely curious by this development. There's something here that can change a person so much? What an awful but interesting thought. )

How long have you been like this, my dear Jackie? I hope this won't be a long effect for your person. If you're this charming now, I would love to see your true identity.

( Boastful was something Addie was trying to aim for in this attempt. It was that or flattered or amused. )

It might be but I always enjoyed more when it came to hearing stories and recollections from others! ( Plus asking questions always had that risk of hitting a wrong nerve if a sensitive topic was brought up, unwillingly or not, which was something Addie wanted to avoid for now. ) People always seem to have these fascinating lives I can only dream of back home.

Wonderful! I promise to do my best to make an excellent cup.

( Oh God. She actually took up the offer for tea. Adalinda follows at a reasonable distance and tries to think positive. Well. You know what they say: Make lemonade out of lemons. She could see more of this place and of the other people who lived here and what's a better way than the kitchen?

That and she needed enough time to find an excuse on not making the tea and to instead do the hot chocolate for them both. How on earth could she mess that up? )

Could I ask how long you and your friends been here? It seems all of you are awfully settled into this house from the looks of it.

A few days. Or...longer. In their cage, I was like this. In the white room.

[That was the laboratory where all their hideous experiments took place.]

But....you would? My true...true identity?

Alright. I suppose I can talk a bit then.

[Shrugging, Saori began]

I am four-hundred and seventy two years old, and I am a Myojin of summer storms. The weather of Kyushu is mine by right to command. In your tongue, I suppose that would translate to a god, yes?

[She pauses, waiting for the inevitable disbelief or shock...]

Hmf. I wouldn't know, I haven't been here all that long. And I really don't care. [That might be in the guide, which he's yet to read all of, but he's getting through it now that he knows there's things in there that he has to know.] Either way you're going to be here for a while whether you like it or not. So you might as well make yourself at home. That is, if you've even figured that much out yet.

[Search sees him going down several isles, looking for something of substance. He has to crouch, here and there, to get a better look at the lower shelves which are inconsiderately designed for human heights. ...Though he is tall for an orc too. Anyway, this would continue for quite a while if it weren't for his sixth sense nagging him that something is watching him.

Well, it's Luceti, someone always is.

But he pauses here and there, glancing around out of the corner of his eyes for anything out of the ordinary. He grew up in Outland, hunting on the plain of Nagrand and has warred against the undead in Northrend. He's not sure if it's someone who arrogantly thinks he won't notice or... well, he's just being paranoid. Though pride makes him dismiss the paranoid idea quickly]

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Hmm, lemme see.

[Having entered the kitchen, Pascal pushes herself onto one of the counters and takes a seat, humming thoughtfully to herself for a moment.]

Welp, by the time summer rolls around for real I'll have been here one whole year! Asbel and the other guys have been around for way longer though, there even used to be a past-me running around the place before I poofed in.

[Meaning she was here before, though she doesn't remember her previous stay in Luceti.

Pascal likely won't tell Adalinda where the cups, teabags, hot chocolate mix or anything else is unless she's prompted to, so if Addie wants to go ahead and poke around in the cupboards she's free to do so! There's nothing special lying around though. Cutlery, plates, albeit quite a fair number of plates considering the number of people staying here, dry foodstuffs, and so on.]

( At any point it starts to look around, Adalinda takes a few steps away and she hangs back, waiting until they moved forward. It's only then does she think to take that as a signal to both breathe again -- having clamped her mouth shut because she doesn't trust herself that much -- and resume her tailing. They seem to be looking for something, she knows for certain now. But what? If she follows them a bit further, perhaps she'll find out eventually.

If only. It was then she has to go and screw it up. She smacks into one of the shelves when she doesn't make a turn in time and hits it with an obvious and loud 'bam' that sounds like it came from a cartoon.

Thinking it couldn't get worse, the woman witnesses all the items on the shelves fall and plop, rattle, squish, whatever loudly to the ground. Staring at the mess she had created, there is at first no reaction from her besides the frozen horror and humiliation plastered over her face. Then she mutters angrily under her breath, her Brooklyn accent coming out in a fit of frustration./small> )

You gotta be kiddin' me here...

( White rooms? That must be where they get experimented on.

Not wanting to drag this unusually lively conversation down with inquiring more about it, she focuses on the positive, looking and sounding sincere when she gives her answer. )

Of course. Why wouldn't I? You haven't given me a reason yet on why I shouldn't meet the real you.

Is that so? Goodness! I was never told of past-selves with my conversations with the others. That is an interesting fact to now learn about.

( And despair over. Oh God. Pascal has been here for a whole year despite another version of her coming and going? Even if you leave another form of you could take your place? That is not what she hoped for.

The thought makes her dizzy with anger or shock. However she ignores the sensation and keeps a straight face, knowing it's considered kind of rude to just pass out in someone else's home. Occupying herself with looking through some of the cupboards as she wasn't told where to look for the items they needed for the drinks, and seeing how she wasn't told to not look into the cupboards, she notes the items inside each. Yep. Definitely have been here for a while to accumulate this amount of stuff. )

Oh dear. I can't seem to find anything to make the tea with. ( A lie. She's sure there's some here but hot chocolate has always been an easier (and far yummier) thing to make in her opinion. ) I think I found the hot chocolate though. I know I promised to make tea but I think this weather requires something sweet now that I think about it.

Just wanted to be sure. After all the things I've heard from the others here, from the pleasant to the awful, I would have found it telling if the guide was there all this time or not. ( But she'll find out about this question later.

And again she needs to remind herself to not scowl or snap when he implies that she's too much of a moron to think of settling down here for a while. She doesn't believe he might be another nutjob or a threat like John Doe but nevertheless she isn't going to push her luck and get into a petty squabble. ) I know that much, monsieur. I'm already planning to look into an area to reside in and see if anyone is willing to let me learn some lessons of fighting from them.

... So you're a deity where you are?

( Of course there's disbelief and it shows in an arch of her eyebrow, the sudden tilt to her head. A god(dess) of summer storms who is over four hundred years old? Really? She knows she looks young but she sure as hell isn't dum-- Wait.

She remembers she has wings on her back and is in a place that apparently pokes into the heads/bodies of people for amusement when not tossing them into a fight now and then. If she can find herself believing that from one guy and what she's overheard the past few days, she can make herself believe these claims.

Besides if she is lying about it for whatever reasons she's got, Addie can't exactly call her out on it. Pot and kettle situation. So she settles with confusion and proper amount of awe. )

That is amazing! See! I told you so when it comes to people living more amazing lives than I. You're the proof of that with how you can control storms while I'm just an exchange student who has never even seen Japan before.

It's anything but a paradise where I'm from-- ( Mostly thanks to people like her. ) --which is why I am surprised with how friendly people have been to me so far. You think people would be less interested in helping out another clueless newcomer here.

But I won't complain. It's nice to know that there are people I can go to should a situation arise. Like you! I wish I could think of a way to pay you back for being so helpful to me.

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