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[inheavenslight]

[There is a man who had just walked into town, his lips are pressed into a fine line, his eyes darting back and forth as if he is trying to take in everything at once. He seems like he could range from being anywhere from the decently-feeling to down right not happy camper. His body language is tense, back ramrod straight and arms crossed tightly across his chest.

Every now and then, he reaches out to touch a dusty-green wing, realizing they are overly sensitive, jumping a little then go back to the tense pose for a few minutes before trying to touch it again, much like a child who has been told not to pick at a scab. It is obvious this man is painfully new here although with how he is looking in the shop window, he is trying to give off the air of 'I know what I am doing!'.]


Player Name: Amanda
Are you new?: Yes
Character Name: Luce
Character Fandom: OC

[ooc: I am looking for a new PB besides Jude Law to help avoid confusion :3]

Comments

[inheavenslight]

What would there be to be informed about?

[fleurdesel]

The barrier, the war, impending experiments, an invasion by the third party, a rabid plague wiping out half the village, a possible escape- information is everything, here or in any other world. You truly are not at all concerned?

[inheavenslight]

And what am I to do about it? I don't have a skill in any of those tasks.

[fleurdesel]

...I don't suppose you wish to learn any of those skills either.

[inheavenslight]

[He blinks a little.] And what skills could I learn to prevent a plague that someone doesn't already do better than I would?

[fleurdesel]

Study medicine. All we have in this place is time- and we've a wealth of knowledge in the library, and several educational scenarios programmed into the battledome. There's time enough to learn, the resources to do so, and those that would teach you what you need to know.

[inheavenslight]

Programmed? [Words he doesn't know.] And battledome?

[fleurdesel]

...What is the most advanced piece of technology in your world?

[inheavenslight]

The commode that can flush?

[fleurdesel]

Electricity?

[inheavenslight]

What?

[fleurdesel]

...you are far behind what is considered standard, here. You're not the only one that lives in a world like that but. I think you will have some adjusting to do.

[inheavenslight]

Is this alekturny considered standard?

[fleurdesel]

...Electricity. It is. As is indoor plumbing.

[inheavenslight]

Whatever the former is, I don't like the sound of it.

Although it is nice they figured out how to move more things inside.

[fleurdesel]

Speaking of inside- we should go inside. And find you a shirt.

[inheavenslight]

I am looking for my cassock. Hopefully the vandal who took it sold it someplace nearby.

[fleurdesel]

No one took it, it's in the store. Nor was it sold as there is no money here.

[She holds the door open for him, waits for him to walk through.]

[inheavenslight]

[he bows his head to her in respect as he goes in looking for the blue clothing.] Why wouldn't they just leave it on my person?

[fleurdesel]

We all arrive dressed in New Feather clothing. Slacks for men, dresses for women. I assume it's because of the surgery for the wings, however they manage it. The Malnosso leave our personal effects in the clothing, item, or weapon store. It will be on the racks somewhere.

[inheavenslight]

[He is only half paying attention as he finds his clothing and starts to pull on the priest-like garb. Still reaching over to poke the wings.]

That is very inefficient.

[fleurdesel]

Stop poking your wings.

[Like a child. For fuck's sake.]

It is what it is, and how it is. Welcome to the village.

[inheavenslight]

That was accidental. [No it wasn't. Quit lying Luce.]

Who is in charge here?

[fleurdesel]

No one. We govern ourselves.

[inheavenslight]

So, where can I find the laws of the land?