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[Action - Good Spirits, early evening]

[Every society, no matter where you go, has a way to get drunk.

Ginia muses on the thought with a faint smile as she sits in Good Spirits, sipping at a milkshake with a few shots of Baileys in it. It's been a strange, long day that's ended with being shot and bleeding out on a run and beginning anew in a strange village with wings. Worse was a lingering feeling she knew the village, somehow, in some strange way. It was impossible, she was sure she would have remembered being here. But the feeling was enough to get her back on her feet, into a clothing store for a fresh set of clothes, to the item store to pick up some supplies, and to Good Spirits.

She sits at a table toward the side, alternating between watching people as they come in and reading the guide provided in the journal. It's an interesting thing, the guide, and she takes her time memorizing information.

Later in the evening, she ventures out with some questions on the journal.]

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It's an interesting thing, the journals. Written messages, audio messages, being able to address everyone as a whole, talk to individuals, send private messages, never runs out of pages, and looks like any regular sort of book. Tidy bit of technology, or magic I suppose. I like the guide too, very well-written and informative, my thanks to the author.

Anything else a New Feather should know about? The little local sorts of things. Legends, stories, suggested dishes to try at the restaurants, the dos and don'ts, those sorts of things. Give me your best. I have time.

Player Name: Cata
Are you new?: N
Character Name: Ginia Solana
Character Fandom: Original Character

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[Luce did not trust what he called the demonbook and/or witchcraft book as he walked away from the clothing shop and stared at the food eatery. Why would people work it without some sort of fiscal gain, he was unaware of the woman who was people watching. ]

[Everyone had wings. Everyone was going about their daily lives like this was all normal. None of it made sense to Ginia, and yet some part of her mind said it did. This was how it was and how it would be. She couldn't explain why she felt that, why everything felt so haunting familiar, but it did.

She makes notes as she watches people, trying to keep track of everything she sees for her own studying later. As a blond man crosses her path, she finds herself staring a little longer at him. Why did he seem so familiar? ~~Besides the fact he looked like Jude Law.~~]

[He felt eyes on him, he turned to look at the woman, watching her. Watching him. He straightened up his back.] How may I help you?[mild sneer.]

[Ginia looked back at him and gave a slight raise of her brows, a friendly smile against his sneer.

Instead of replying, she flipped to a new page on her notepad and write out a response, making her words large enough to read from a distance.]

Sorry. Didn't mean to stare.

[Is this how this woman spoke? His expression changed to mild confusion as he wondered if he should write something back. But he left the witchbook with Abel. He blinks as he decides to speak.]

Then why were you?

Because I'm observing everyone and everything I see. Because you're attractive. Take your pick.

[Shame? None. Her smile remains the same as she beckons for him to come a little closer. She may have to write - or use sign language around those who knew - everything but she still likes 'conversing' at a usual distance.]

[And he just looks confused, figuring she is joking he goes for the former.] Why so much observation then?

[Old habit. A need to remember everything. Because she's afraid one day her memory will give out for good and all she'll have are notes in little journals and notebooks.

But these are all the things she'd never tell a stranger.]

Exercise.

What sort of exercise needs you to watch people?

[Her pen taps against the side of her head before she resumes writing.]

Mental exercises. Can't let the brain go dull.

Then read a book or solve a puzzle. [His mouth changes into a thin line.] And why do you write everything?

People are the best puzzles. [She offers a conciliatory shrug and her smile lightens a little.] Might go the library later.

Because I'm mute.

[Luce looks confused, he has heard of mute people but had never seen one. But, because he is never one to beat around the bush he just asks, shamelessly.]

How?

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