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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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[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?

( 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.

[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.

Hello, Monsieur Horner. ( She pats down and tugs on the skirt of her dress, trying in vain to neaten herself up. ) Do forgive me for my appearance at the moment, I do wish I could be more presentable to you.

( It wouldn't hurt to play up her charms. Since this is her first conversation with someone who seems to be settled in here, it'll help to get all the information she can from him without breaking character. She crosses her arms under her chest and smiles cheerfully like she's so pleased to talk to someone and more so that it was with him of all people. )

Far away from Berlin, hm? I thought of that as much seeing how we're no longer in the city but a village of some sort and how we both have wings on our backs.

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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!

( 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.

( 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.

( 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. )

( 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.

Babe, we all go through the white cotton phase on our first round here. But you're right. But the wings are a giveaway. So are these.

[He turns his head and lifts up his ponytail, revealing a barcode tattooed on the back of his neck. It's the sort of things that are very easy to miss since it's difficult to ever see your won.]

[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.

( The horror and shock on her face are certainly not fake. Only softened. From her experience, no man wants to be stuck with a panicking and loud woman, more so if it's someone they just met, but to not panic and remain calm is odd at best and suspicious at worst. Moderation is the key and the most difficult thing one can attempt.

She likes to think she did it right. Wide eyes. A little gasp as she reaches out to touch the back of her own neck as if touch alone will tell her that its there. )

Merde. Something tells me these are more than just decoration. My goodness, I feel like I'm in one of those awful sci-fi thrillers. Will you now be telling me that we're brought here to be experimented on or to be priced for some auction of sorts?

Good to know this is all for free. I think my credit card company would have a heart attack at the bills I might rack up during my stay here.

( 'Indefinite' is a word she still cannot get used to, admit to. The idea of being stuck here without James or Josie makes her skin crawl and her heart thud a little louder. Surely there has to be a way out of here. Then again. If people have been stuck here for a while and still have not found a way out...

Adalinda shrugs affably like the news of this isn't a shocking, worrying thing to hear. )

I must admit. This is the first time I've heard of this 'changing up' from the others I've spoken to, Monsieur... ( She deliberately trails off, faking a realization and an embarrassed laugh. ) Oh my! I completely forgot my manners for a minute. I'm Addie. Pleased to meet you.

[It is a natural reaction to have. He had a similar reaction upon arriving in Luceti, but that largely had to do with an eight story building, a slippery roof, and a painful landing. For his part, he watches her with the most casual of interest and little in the way of sympathy. Not just because he's Jack Horner, but because you get used to this sort of thing.]

Bingo on the first one. But don't you worry, Addie. Their experiments run more towards the chaotic and less towards the dissection. And it's not without its perks either. Like this clothing store here. Where every last inch of fabric is free for the taking.

... I was merely joking about the experimenting. Is that what the tattoos are connected to?

( How. She does not know and she does not dare at the moment. She's trying not to panic right here and now.

Dissection? Last time she checked, it wasn't actually something one can just brush off. It could explain why her voice holds a shade of irritability when she finds the ability to speak again. )

Why yes. I'm certain the knowledge of these lovely clothes being for free will undermine the worry at being used like a test subject. ( She reins in her attitude and adjusts herself. No use getting mad at someone telling her the possible truth. Adalinda runs a hand through her hair; shoulders hunching in shame. ) I'm sorry for snapping at you like that. It was uncalled for on my part when you're just trying to help a newcomer here.

[As far as he can tell she's taking things admirably well, something for which he is somewhat grateful seeing as he isn't quite sure how well he'd have handled a meltdown.]

Guess I'm as guilty as you are. [With an easy chuckle, he extends his dominant hand - the one which is also flesh and bone - for a firm albeit comfortable shake. Always good to make a solid first impression.]

Spencer. Pleasure to meet you, Addie. [Drawing back, he adds:] Shame it isn't on a brighter day, but it is what it is.

[Jack waves a dismissive hand. After several rounds of experiments at the Malnosso's hands, he'd found them to not be nearly so horrific as they sounded on the surface and only very nearly as unusual as his life was all on its own already.

But for a mundy woman like this, it probably sounded pretty scary.]

Let me, for ease of your concerns, describe a few experiments for you. Put you into mind the kind of chaotic situations you're in. For instance, consider me: I'm a bachelor that can't be tied down, loves adventure, and a top management sort of man. Enter an experiment that made me think I was a loving husband and father, living the ordinary life, and working a construction job from the unhealthy hours of nine to five. And until it was over, I believed every single cringe-inducing moment of it.

[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.]

[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.

[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!]

ONESUCH LACQUERED RUG BELONGING TO THE QUEEN!

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

[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!

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

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

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