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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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ONESUCH LACQUERED RUG BELONGING TO THE QUEEN!

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

( 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. )

( 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--

( Wait a second. Did he just compare her hair to a bathroom rug

A bathroom rug.

Look. She gets it. Her hair is a mess right now but no need to rub it in with comparing her hair with something people use to wipe their dirty, sudsy feet with. She keeps a pleasant if puzzled look up, knowing better than to throw a fit here and there. Could it be a mangled attempt to make flattering comparison of her hair to something? )

( His next words confirm her theory. Of a queen. That makes her feel so much better.

Stay calm and carry on, Addie. He meant well. People always do, always fail but at the end of the day they meant well like this guy. He was only complimenting her and it was odd but it could have been worse. Much worse. Why did he have to comment on it being a rug though. She'll need to play it up to make this convincing. )

( She fakes a delighted laugh, waving any imagined offense he might (correctly) think she feels. )

Why! I must say that is a comment I never heard from a cute gentleman before. You're the first to make a most curious connection to my hair to rug of royalty. It certainly got my attention. ( She covers her mouth and fakes a giggle, batting her eyelashes. ) Tell me, my dear.

Do you always say that to the new girls around here as a way to welcome them in?

[Jack relaxes slightly, though she called him cute. CUTE! NO one thinks nerds like him are cute!!!!!! And a gentleman to boot? Extraordinary!]

No! No, not at all! Mostly I rob them of all of their valuables. Or. I did. Before. [He peers at her curiously through those thick glasses, which are now fogging up.]

What's your name?

So I have dashing swashbuckler in front of me. Never thought I would have the delight to meet someone of from the legends in real life.

( Rob them of their wealth before? Sure. She finds herself doubting that, where this conversation is taking place and the fact there are wings on both of their backs aside. There's only so much Adalinda is going to allow herself to believe and that quota of the day has been filled, thank you. )

Goodness me! I keep forgetting my manners. What am I? An American? My name is Addie. ( She struts closer to him and extends out a hand for him to shake, giving him nothing but a look og good spirits. ) And you? May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?

[Don't stare at her boobs don't stare at her boobs don't stare at her boobs.]

Jackie! Jackie Sparrow.

[This is NOT how he would normally introduce himself, mind. Jack reaches out to take her hand, his normally-tanned skin blushing even more beet red.]

Another American, are you? There are a number of suchlike colonists here.

( She crosses her arms under her chest and leans forward a bit in a teasing manner. )

Goodness no! I'm not an American at all, my dear Jackie. I'm from Paris, France. Though I was in Germany at the time when I suddenly blacked out. ( Adalinda leans back and sighs dramatically, looking gloomy for a second before she perks back up. ) And all I thought would happen when I went there for my program was that I would meet cute boys and learn more of my studies.

At least one of those expectations happened today and I'm glad for it. All thanks to you.

Paris.

Like Adele?

[Wait...wasn't there something about the French that he was supposed to remember? This query completely drives out the fact that she apparently thinks he's cute. Jack would never believe that anyway. He's a nerd. Nerds aren't acceptable to the female creature.]

Have you ever parlie...parla..........parlilly...

[No, no, that wasn't it....]

Like Adele? I suppose so if you mean if I am from the same place where she is.

( Someone French then, obviously. Addie wonders if this is someone who is here in this place with them too or this is a little lady who is from wherever he came. Maybe she's an actual foreign exchange student unlike herself. )

And I am sorry but I do not understand what you are trying to say to me, my dear. Have I ever...?

[WHY IS THIS WORD SO BLOODY HARD TO SAY?!?!?!]

PARLEEELUUUU.... It's a French word, bugger it! Parloolaa....

( Now she gets it. Maybe. She is getting distinct flashbacks to that one party in Japan with this interaction and has no idea if that's good or bad. )

Ah! I'm sorry. Do you mean parler? ( Is he asking her if she could speak French? Oh. If he's asking if she can speak dirty French, like what she experiences most of the time in situations possibly like these, she is leaving. Trying to leave a friendly impression on everyone be damned. )

[If he wants to get dirty he'll ask to borrow her underwear.]

PARLAY. That's what I were tryin' to think of. PARlay.

There's somethin' about parlaying that I should be able to remember, but....cannot.

( She is leaving the general vicinity of where they are if that happened.

Ahhh. Parlay. Now she gets what he's trying to ask her but that's something she doesn't do. That was more of Jacques' thing or Matt-- No. No. She will not think of that asshole of all times. She does her best to keep a sunny smile on her face when the invasive thoughts of him come along. )

I see. Forgive me for not realizing it sooner and no. I never did before since I focused more on my studies to this day. I do wish I could help you remember whatever you're tying to recall. It sounds important.

I think it had somethin' to do with a fierce pirate crew and cursed treasure.

[The details are hazy.]

Tell me: have you any experience with "shifts"?

( "Shifts"? That was something she never heard of before when talking to the others. )

Oh no. Seeing how I've only arrived today and all, I believe have yet to experience nor have I been told anything about this yet. ( She wonders if it had anything to do with the earlier mention of this 'fierce pirate crew' and 'cursed treasure' of his? ) Is it common here?

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.

( 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.

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?

( 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.

....I'm scary. Ish. That's why. Beautiful women do not always want anything to do with scary fellows what pillage and steal and maraud.

Are you saying that you're worried you'll scare me off with your dashing antics when you are back to normal? ( She giggles and smiles, looking charmed if anything. ) Please! All that you are accomplishing, my dear, is convincing my interest of you!

I've always wanted to meet a man of adventure and daring. It sounds like you fit the criteria perfectly with how this conversation is going. ( And, to be fair, she's no better when it comes to her occupation. Cast not the first stone unless you want an ugly black eye. )

I also drink rum. In...quantities what could be described as copious.

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