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[ Marinette fortunately was the kind of person who adjusted relatively quickly to a new situation. Usually. The situation of someone liking her purse so much they decided they just HAD to have it was deeeefinitely a new one though. ]
I'm sorry, this isn't for sale, [ She had said, as politely as she could manage to the lastest kedan. She had made the purse personally, and more importantly, Tikki was inside.
Except the kedan was particularly insistant, and Marinette had to smile again, awkwardly. ]
If you really like it, I can make you one when I have materials for it, ...but you can't have this one.
[ It's a Marinette Original(tm)! Long story short, the Kedan REALLY wanted the one she had rather than one that Marinette would make in who knows how long, so she had to duck away through the crowd to lose the persistent native. Being that she wasn't really paying attention to what was in front of her, there was a 99.99% chance she was about to bump into someone during her escape! Maybe it's you~!
It's probably you.]6
[ Now and then people get hungry! It's a fact of life. Marinette was one such person, in this case. Still the food here was ... um.... different. But she was going to have to adjust to some of the dishes that were being offered at the little native diner she'd gone into. Fortunately, there was something that looked vaguely familiar - it wasn't something she'd ever had back home, but how different could it be, right?
At least that's what she was thinking when she walked past to a table with her appetizers, a small plate of something that looked a little like a snail..or shrimp or something. Only the INSTANT she sat down with it, one of them was apparently not thoroughly cooked (or maybe it wasn't supposed to be), as it hopped off her plate, taking her moment of surprise to make a mad dash out the door. BE FREE LITTLE..whatever you were. Leaving a confused, mildly horrified Marinette to stare after it with a 'what just happened' look on her face. And extremely reluctant to even TOUCH the rest of her food. ]
I guess that gives new meaning to the words "fast food".
[ She should get food poisoning just for that pun.
Escargot anyone? ... I'm so sorry.]9
[ It was only a matter of time before something would happen to make Marinette change into Ladybug. She didn't mind either, this wasn't France, but she'd be damned if she'd stand by and watch a ...really big raptor divebomb innocent people who were most certainly not fast food. She quickly glanced around, and ducked down an alley that she wouldn't be spotted (hurrhurr) in, opening her purse. ]
We need Ladybug, Tikki! Spots on!
[ Seconds later, she sprinted out of the alley as Ladybug, and not a moment to soon as she whipped her yo-yo out to smack into the head of one of the creatures about to go into a dive, drawing its attention away from a random civilian. ]
Hey, Ugly! Over here!
[ She whipped her Yo-yo into a spin again, more concerned with getting the target away from the populace than her own safety. Once it was in range, she threw the yo-yo so it wrapped around the beast's mouth, thanking GOD her weapon was indestructible so there was no chance the string would break and she'd get an up close look at its insides. On the other hand, while she was stronger as Ladybug she...wasn't strong enough to keep it from dragging her off through the crowd while she was trying to pull it down. If she could climb up the string to get onto its back she'd have better luck, but until then... mmmmaybe she should have thought this one through better. ]
ACGGH! Scuze me, pardon me - lookout, coming through..~!
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Yeaaaah, some of the food does that. You got to be quick. Or you could eat at the Hotel, I promise the food doesn't run away there unless you ask it to.
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I... don't think I could have been quicker than it if I tried. It -really- wanted to not be eaten. [ she giggled, before glancing down at her plate for a long moment - nothing else was moving right? ]
... Ah... maybe... Maybe I'll grab something to eat at the Hotel instead. I'm not really that hungry all of a sudden. [ Gee, wonder why! ]
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I can't blame it, poor little...guy? I'm going with guy.
[It's a mystery. He offers her an easy smile.]
You're not? Well, if you ever are, let me know, I'll see if I can give you a discount or something. I'm sure I can get away with at least one friends rate. Especially if you show up on my shift.
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Yeah, guy is probably accurate. [ Though she's not sure these things even /have/ genders, she'll go with that for the sake of amusement. ]
Wh.. oh.. oh no! NO no you don't have to do that - I mean, I wouldn't want to be any trouble for you. I can manage. [ Oh god that smile. She's certain she stopped breathing for a second there. She smiled slightly. ]
Maybe I'll stop by on during your shift sometime though. [ Every time. ]
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[Yep. Brian. GOOD LUCK OUT THERE, BRIAN!!
He offers her one of those winning smile of his. ]
It wouldn't be any trouble at all. I want to do it, and it'd be... really swell to see you there.
[Really swell. Wow. Good job, Romeo. ]
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Hahaha, Brian it is~!
[ Oh the ladybugs were a fluttering in her chest at that smile. That smile was pure evil. Wait did he..say swell? -- no no, focus on the more important part. Him wanting to see her there! -- a tiny traitorous voice points out that might be just because she's a familiar face. She sternly hushes it and clears her throat. ]
S-sure! That'd be.. I mean.. I'd love that-- I... at least I know I'll be able to eat things that aren't going to eat back there..! [ Ahaha...haha... mental Marinette facepalms at herself. ]
sorry this is late, had a weekend away!
Yeah! It won't run off your plate or anything. Not even the skeevy cheeses, which sometimes smell like they might.
[No matter what Plagg says, Adrien will never understand the wonders of cheese.
Gross.]
No problem! Hope you had fun <3 :D
You're ... Not a fan of cheese? [ Note to self, don't make cheesecake for him. Or Cheese danishes. ... correction, don't LEARN to make cheesecake or cheese danishes for him. ]
I mean - yeah, as long as the food doesn't..just.. up and run for cover when I try to eat it .. but since you suggested it I'm sure it's great! [ Oh god, she feels a babble coming on. Divert, divert! ]
S-so how long have you been working there?
I did, thank you! <3
Nah, I hate the smell of it and everything.
[Which...probably doesn't help when he has to ask for cheese every time Plagg gets hungry. It's really hard to cover it up. ]
Nah, it's just good, delicious, no running food. And I've been there a couple months. Before then I worked in a cat cafe, but it...uh vanished.
[He pauses. ]
Things do that sometimes. Magic.
Good! :)
A couple of-- [ No, wait. ] It... disappeared?
[ How ... OH! ]
... You mean like it was part of a stage act...? [ Or actual, honest-to-goodness-they've-had-to-deal-with-weird-stuff-like-this magic? ]
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Hmm. The person who owned it went home, and I guess the building just vanished into the Dreaming. That kinda thing happens here, sometimes. The Dreaming is pretty weird, even more weird that the stuff that we see back home.
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That... is pretty weird. An entire building disappearing just because its owner went home... I think that definitely tops the charts of strange events. [ ... try not to think about what would happen if someone was -inside- the building when the owner returned home. Would they be dumped on the street or.. ]
I mean.. I guess I'll probably end up seeing it for myself while I'm here, right?
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[Which makes the superhero gig a lot harder, but there you go. ]
You sure will. But it'll be okay, I promise. It' not always dangerous weirdness.
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I believe you, Adrien. You've been here longer than me, after all. [ Well, as far as she knows. ]
Anyway as long as we stick together w...we can look out for each other. [ URM. ]
Friendly sticking and watching.
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Oh, sorry! Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. [The girl she's bounced into looks a bit harried, and Pepper was fairly certain hit her with an elbow or anything.] You okay?
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Oh no no, I'm fine - I mean, it's fine! I wasn't looking where I was going either. [ She chuckled a little awkardly. ]
Sorry about that - were you dodging someone too?
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Nope, just stuck on some eye candy. [Head tilt.] Is someone following you or something? Because I can totally help get rid of creepy jerks.
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No, I think I lost him. Although they were really more... um. Persistent than creepy? [ She scratched behind her head. ]
They wanted to buy my purse, and didn't seem to want to take 'no' for an answer. Even when I offered to make an identical one for them.
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Persistent was better than stalkery. Much better.]
Oh, yeah. Some of the kedan are serious about haggling for, like, everything. Especially the stuff that's kinda unusual - I think most of the things Foreigners get from home we end up having to buy. Your purse is really neat. Are you new in the city? I'm Pepper, by the way.
[All of this was said rather rapidly, but that it came across like that was just how Pepper talked rather than rushed for any particular reason.]
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Yeah, so I'm finding out. It's really strange - I didn't think my purse was that out of the ordinary. [ She flashes a grin. ]
Thanks! And yeah, I am actually. Just arrived a few days ago. [ She offers a hand. ]
Nice to meet you, Pepper. I'm Marinette!
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Welcome to Keeliai. [She shook Marinette's hand, and then gestured back to the street she had just walked through.] Here, c'mon, we can keep up the dodging going this way. There's some places in the city that basically collect and sell anything that looks out of the ordinary, and Foreigner stuff usually hits that bar. We all come from totally different places. I mean, sometimes it's definitely just like when something is super expensive because of the designer name and nothing else, but people still pay ridiculous money for the name. [She shrugged, smiling.] You get used to it. Just don't let anyone sell you sea prunes.
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Good idea~. [ Marinette was all for continued dodging, and she soon followed after Pepper, paying close attention. ]
Anything out of the ordinary huh? I guess that would make a little sense - though it's kind of intimidating when they come on strong like that. [ She tilted her head curiously. ]
Sea prunes...? I'm...almost afraid to ask, but I'm gonna. What's wrong with the sea prunes?
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Uh, they're kind of like the local sushi, only instead of raw they're still, like, alive. Ish. Also I'm pretty sure they're not really all that edible for us.
[She waved at one of the shopkeepers she visited regularly as they passed.]
Most of the kedan aren't quite that pushy, but especially if you're new they might try to pull one over on you. It's a pretty nice city, really, once you get used to it. Where's home for you?
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Thanks for the warning, I..think I'll steer clear. [ As much as she can anyhow. She doesn't want to do battle with her food. Glancing in the direction Pepper waves, Marinette gave a friendly smile to the same shopkeep, before returning her attention to the other girl. ]
France. Um.. Paris, France...Earth. What about you?
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Smart move. Central Sector has the best variety of food, it's usually a safe bet. [She perked up further somehow at another resident Terran.] Hey, cool! I'm from New York City. Never been to France but it's totally on my bucket list. A lot of Foreigners are from one version of Earth or another, it seems to be a popular base template for the multiverse for some reason.
Do you guys have magic or supertech or is it mostly normal? Seriously, we get everything here. What year are you from? I'm from 2012.
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[ COUGH, magic, uh. ]
It's pretty normal, more or less. But it seems you're a couple of years behind us - though no, no we don't have any supertech. Which is a shame, that would be really cool.
Daniel Kinney | OC
Well, that was dumb.
Look, was it really his fault that he'd thought the soul gem was a tracking device and immediately gotten rid of it? In his line of work, paranoia pays off. Except when it doesn't. Like right now.
Luckily some smart kedan had noticed the ill Foreigner, put two and two together, and found the missing soul gem. Daniel's recovering in the Hotel, huddled up in one of the chairs, grumpy and miserable.
Great. Some kind of contact poison that had its antidote delivered only so long as the item was on his person. That's worse than a tracking device!
Mallory Elijah Barbee | OC
Actually, restless was something of an understatement for how he felt just then. He wanted a number of things that he couldn't have; to go home, to brush the hair covering the burned side of his face behind his ear where it would stop tickling his nose and mouth, to find something - anything - to keep him from feeling like a cat that wanted nothing so much as to climb the walls.
What he finds? Someone who looks, roughly, as miserable as he felt.
"You look like shit," Mallory tells him, something like deadpan. The nicest greeting? Maybe not. It wasn't the worst he'd ever given.
Snake | 999
Snake is no stranger to waking up in a place he shouldn't be, facing challenges no sane person should ever have to face. It's not often, however, that the shift in setting happens in the blink of an eye.
The sun is sinking below the horizon, there's a bit of a chill in the air, and Snake is busy examining a large courtyard. This might look a little strange to passersby. For one thing, his eyes remain closed the whole time. For another, despite his eyes staying closed, he doesn't seem to have any trouble walking around. He stops just short of a stone bench without coming close to running into it, leans down until one hand is flat on the surface, and slowly walks down the length of it. The frown implies it's not any sort of stone he's familiar with.
While it's obvious he's not used to his surroundings, Snake doesn't seem lost or afraid -- just focused. And apart from when he bends down to touch the ground or the bench, he stands tall and confident, almost regal. It's a posture at odds with the simple monk's robe he's wearing, edged in red.
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He's had the explanation. He does not like it, but everything he can detect suggests the truth. ... he still doesn't like it.
That doesn't mean, however, that he's going to stop noticing odd behavior from the people around him. For instance: constantly closed eyes from this man. Blind is the easiest answer, though he has impressive acuity for all that.
Yuan is not a helper of random passersby. He is, however, occasionally an indulger of curiosity, and so he lets his steps sound at reasonable volumes as he paces over. "Are you lost, monk?"
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"Monk?" Snake hesitates a moment, then remembers. "Ah. You're referring to my clothes. I'm not wearing them by choice." Then, without explaining whose choice it actually was, Snake straightens up and tilts his head in the other man's direction. "I'm not sure where I am. I've heard quite a bit about the city, but nothing beyond that. What country are we in?"
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How in the world did he get dressed in monk's clothing accidentally, and does Yuan care enough to find out. "So I suppose you would call the country Keeliai, as well. Did someone creatively vandalize your closet?"
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He chuckles. "In a manner of speaking. It happened while I was unconscious. Someone swapped my clothes, and left me in a --"
-- Snake hesitates, looking uncertain for the first time. When he speaks again, he's looking at Yuan, and his gaze might be dead center if it wasn't for the fact his eyes are closed. "Interesting. Are we dead?"
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He can honestly say that's never happened to him. Bloodied clothes removed, perhaps. Changed into entirely unfitting clothes? Never.
"Now why would you think we're dead?" Yuan asks thoughtfully, noting the closed eyes and drawing a few more conclusions. "Neither of us seem to be."
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There are a couple reasons he doesn't. First, he's beginning to suspect that standards of normal might be very different from what he's used to. Secondly, not being dead is far more interesting.
"We're in a country I don't recognise," he says, "where courtyards are built of stone I've never encountered before. Not to mention before all this, I was trapped in a sinking ship at the mercy of someone trying their level best to kill me. Under the circumstances, I don't think it's an odd conclusion to come to."
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He will, however, concede that this person has a point about previously being in a lethal situation. There's a tip of his head, and a faint hum of acknowledgment. "It seems some sort of cross-dimensional leap has occurred without our permission." Please, don't let him have to explain dimensional theories to this man. "You certainly come from an... interesting situation. Do you have a name?"
Most people have names. It's not a very thinly veiled query.
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A cross-dimensional leap is, so far, the most plausible explanation Snake has been offered. It comes with its own problems, of course -- how long has he been here? How long will he be here? How will the others fare, without his bracelet to help get them through the numbered doors? Will his sister be alright?
But it's better than being dead and entirely clueless.
"Snake." The name comes effortlessly, before Snake pauses to think about it. He nods once. "Snake. How common is this cross-dimensional leap?"
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Interesting that he had to think about his instinctive reaction.
"It seems tolerably common, from what I've been able to gather. There are a variety of others similarly afflicted here. Some from my own world, in fact." His tone takes on a pinched sort of quality; the only reason he's sharing this is in the interests of pooling information, not because he actually likes those people.