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01 CON ● ACTION ● SIX OF DIAMONDS

( 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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Whoah, chili pepper? Like the kind where you eat it and you feel like your tongue somehow set itself and your throat on fire?

[Syrup and cinnamon sounded pretty good, but the chili has definitely got her curious. Does adding chili pepper to hot chocolate double the hotness and make it hotter than ever? Inquiring minds want to know.

Wait, do they even have any chili lying around? Hmm, better check.]

There's gotta be some of the powdered stuff knockin' around in here somewhere, or can ya get away with just dunking a whole chili in the cup and swirling it around?

[Hoisting herself up so she's now kneeling on the counter-top, Pascal turns around and starts digging through the cupboard above the counter.]

Wait. Please let me explain first. ( Only an idiot would lie about this. One should make this scenario look like a misunderstanding if anything.

Doing her best to look and sound embrasaed, she 'explains' her reasons. )

I noticed you were looking for something. I'm new here but I thought perhaps I could help you find whatever you're looking for. However, I did not know if you could speak or understand English. ( Act unintetionally ignorant? She should and it isn't a far stretch of the truth. ) So I followed you a bit to hear what you would say and determine if you could or not. That is all. I swear.

( The question has a spark of life and liveliness show up in the blonde, who is much more animated now in her answers. It certainly is more detailed compared to the more personal questions. )

Rose Bertin was the first fashion designer to be celebrated. Her dresses were elaborate and beautiful, attracting the influential nobleladies of the Versailles, the royal courts. She can be credited as to why fashion is so important to the image of a person where I am from. ( She clasps her hands together, pressing them against her chest like she is tryng to steady herself from fainting. ) It was said she was so influential with the last Queen of France that the Queen listened to her opinions more importantly than her own advisers.

( It never hurts to be prepared, especially with James and Josie no longer around to protect her. She crosses her arms and visibly huffs, taking offense that he thinks she never at least hit someone. Please. She got into enough scruffs now and then thanks to her job! )

I have hit people before. Punched and kicked and bit. The other person always looked worse than me. ( With some help from others or weapons but hey no need to learn that. ) I may not look like it, more so if you knew the history of my health, but I have come into quarrels and come out as the victor!

[He takes one step close still, so that he towers over the woman. He looks down his nose at the woman, exhaling through it afterwards though that same nose. His mouth pulls into some sot of smirk like thing, but the origin of it is unclear]

Do you think that I am a simpleton, human? Did you see an orc and immediately assume I'm a fool?

Was she really?

[Fashion and clothing weren't half so interesting as all that, but...if this woman had such a strong inflluence on her culture, it was intriguing all the same]

That's...interesting. Does anyone know why?

I had no idea if you were an orc. ( Which is true. Addie was no Dungeons and Dragons girl growing up. ) Hence why I followed you a bit to see if you would talk to yourself or come across someone to have a chat. I wanted to be sure before approaching to offer you some help. Last thing I would like to do is offend someone.

Which, sadly, I have a feeling I did. ( She places a hand over her chest where her heart would be and looks down, scuffing the ground with her foot. ) I apologize. I will apologize a million times for giving such an awful first impression, Monsieur...?

( It definitely is a kick to the throat but a pleasant one. Definitely that would warm somebody up. Something Addie would like in this weather so she's glad to see this recipe being picked. )

I think it would be more ideal if we had the powdered cayenne pepper instead of using an actual pepper. ( Would it work at all if they tried that? Maybe they shouldn't push their luck. ) I've only used the spice in the past and I think it would be best to stick to that.

( She also lists down the other ingredients needed which was milk, cinnamon to give. She too begins to help look for the main ingredient along with keeping an eye out for the cinnamon. And, of course, looking for the hot chocolate itself. Be it actual chocolate lying around or instant mix. Whichever came first. )

I would love to know how you would do it. What is your method of making them come back? With those stars still in their eyes? Where I am from, I was taught that people are always eager to return to you when one... Leaves them questioning what could happen next. Tantalize them, leave them on a cliffhanger so to speak.

Why yes! There is a reason. It was because back then the way they presented themselves was crucial for the royalty. They had to set themselves apart from the common people. To show they were more important.

What better way than dressing more lavishly than they ever could? Rose Bertin's fashion was new and innovative at the time while it was chic and dazzling, something the indulgent Queen of France adored. ( She sadly died for her impulsive buys but it was the price of beauty, wasn't it? It's how she saw it at the very least. ) And when the Queen favors you, you can expect her followers to flock in too or spread another good word of your work. She can be credit for haute couture to attention in France.

Yeah - that stuff! [He's not exactly sure what she means with that terminology, but he just goes with it.] And wow... that'd be cool! If you want to do it, you can start whenever you choose to.

[Saori sniffs audibly, remembering what little she knew of French history.]

I suppose that's so, yes. So you are a fashion designer?

They must have had a lot of time on their hands to go and write a guide on this place. No doubt also making it detailed as possible if my guessing is correct. ( One of them? As in someone who got sucked in here? She has to admit that this is getting more and more interesting to note by the day. )

I could help you find more. ( There is no such thing as 'too much' in Addie's dictionary. ) What's the trouble in finding some backups for... Whatever you're going to do with those.

( Just like that, she perks up again and seems to think on what he said. It explains why she suddenly snaps her fingers like a lightbulb turned on. )

So how about we make a promise with each other? When you are in your normal state, we'll have a drink to celebrate your return to your old self. Until then, would you just like to have tea or non-alcoholic drinks with me?

( Marie Antoinette's reign of the (final) Queen of France was a bit of a disaster but! If it not for her, a lot of things wouldn't have happened. )

I want to be. I was studying to be one before...

( She gestures to the both of them and then at her wings. ) I was brought here. It certainly puts my plans of attending Central Saint Martins on hold.

Yeah. If remember correctly. I think the author's one of the people who have been around here the longest. At least two years.

[There's a depressing thought -- but he thrusts it aside by offering a goodnatured jab in response to her lattermost remark while glancing between her and the shirts.]

Thought it was pretty obvious I'm making doilies out of them. [He has a reputation of being a smart ass to defend.]

Is this a date?! Are you asking me out on a date?!

Well, it's possible you could still learn some things here. I have a friend who's quite knowledgeable about fashion. I'm certain you'd like her.

[He eyes her up and down.]

...Right. [Because he doesn't believe a word of that.] If you really want to train there's a place right behind Community House 3 where you can go. It has plenty of simulations and battle opportunities for you. But I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't end up at the clinic often.

[She talks too much.

That's his first conclusion - but then, he tolerates trolls, and he tolerates blood elves, and more importantly, he does sometimes tolerate goblins. So he listens to it, tilts his head slightly and allows that explanation to pass. He doesn't know what "Monsieur" means, but from context-]

My name is Garrosh Hellscream. I'll accept your apology for the time being, but what exactly, do you want to help me with?

Mmhm.

[Speaking of leaving her wanting more, he proceeds to say nothing else on the subject and arrives upon a a button up shirt that he already decided he wasn't interested in about a half hour ago. Upon reconsidering it, he determines he was right to do so.]

Y'okay, but I dunno if we have any of that fancy sounding stuff. I know we totally hafta have some of that- Bingo! Found the chili powder!

[After a little more rummaging around a jar of chili powdered is slammed triumphantly onto the kitchen counter. With the chili found, Pascal moves on to getting the milk out of the refrigerator.]

If you're looking for chocolate then we've got whole bars of the sweet stuff right over there. [Spinning around to point at a cupboard on the other side of the kitchen now-] Maybe Richard left the hot chocolate mix with the other chocolatey things when he last made some.

[She's assuming it was Richard anyway. Eh. Putting all the chocolate related things together seems to make sense to her.]

( Sure. They can go with that too. )

We can go with that if you want and if you'll allow it.

Tomorrow it is. ( It was nice to get a straightforward answer for once. More excuses for her to explore and see this place. ) I can just enter the store and start helping out with the clothes or is there anyone I need to inform first.

( Oh. Now that's something she'll want to remember in the future. His comments after that, though, does dampen the festive mood she felt. )

I suppose you don't have any tips or ideas on how I can avoid consuming the time of those working on the clinic, hm? ( This is perhaps the closest thing to 'sharp' she will act t this man. She has no interest in getting into a fight. She has no interest in being belittled like some worthless fool either, thank you very much. )

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