02 | [Written/Voice/Action]

[cop_an_attitude]

[Early enough in the morning that it's clear someone couldn't get back to sleep, a series of doodles appear on the page: they're Sally's best estimate of the floor plan of her apartment, with little rudimentary sketches of furniture in various placements. Over the span of a half hour, several are drawn with different configurations and crossed out before one ends up circled. A check mark is drawn next to it for good measure.

She was too lazy to get out of bed and find real scrap paper, but she figured no one would care.

Much later in the morning, at a reasonable hour, Sally makes a voice recording.]

Right. I've got a question, much as I hate to ask it: since I've been a bit of a dosser when it comes to actually talking to people since I've come here, what with the rampant madness of...everything, and being busy with a few things, I've run short of friends who're willing to do me favors. That being said, I've several articles of heavy furniture that need to be moved up seven flights of stairs.

My usual find-help-moving-house tactic of offering free beer and crisps is moot here, but if there's anyone who can help me out, I'd be happy to negotiate some sort of payment. A favor in return, or something. As I said, I wouldn't ask, but...well. Some of you lot have magic and super strength, and I'm just a regular copper with one very slightly weak ankle. [A self-deprecating laugh that's a little more rueful than she intended. Sally really hates asking for help, but she also really wants her flat not to look like a room in a mental institution, so something had to give.] Thanks, everyone.

[In the afternoon, Sally can be found poking around the item shop, looking for home decorating items and some things she's hoping will show up from her world, and in the evening she'll be at the library doing some cursory research of other worlds and waiting for something interesting to jump out at her.]

Comments

[cop_an_attitude]

Yeah, been here about six weeks. I've had my flat for a bit; now I'm sort of...renovating. It looks like a hospital ward as it is.

[lostinmyway]

Oh, my. That doesn't sound very nice.

[cop_an_attitude]

Not really, no. But it's coming along. Paint should help, if I can get some.

[lostinmyway]

Oh, what colour do you want to paint your apartment?

[cop_an_attitude]

Oh, different colors, I guess. Interior design isn't my strong point, but I was thinking green for the living room.

...We are allowed to paint the walls, right? Nobody really owns these buildings?

[lostinmyway]

Green is a nice colour. [Says the woman with blue-green hair, dressed head to toe in green, whose name means "green."]

...Why wouldn't you be allowed to paint the walls?

[cop_an_attitude]

[Biased though she may be, the opinion is appreciated.] It's my favorite color, so I thought it'd be nice for the main area.

Where I come from, I rent my flat rather than own it, so the owners get to dictate whether I can redecorate. Nothing's really paid for here, so I didn't think it would be an issue, but...well. Thought I'd check and make sure.

[lostinmyway]

Oh. Well, I don't think anyone would be mad if you changed the colour here. I think lots of people would like to help.

[cop_an_attitude]

You know, I think they would. Everyone's so helpful here.

...Hopefully that's going to stop making me nervous soon.

[lostinmyway]

Why would it make you nervous?

[Wouldn't it make her happy?]

[cop_an_attitude]

Oh, not nervous, really; just a bit confused. I know it shouldn't bother me, but I'm a policeman back home, so I'm not used to everyone around me being so friendly.

[lostinmyway]

[She gives her journal a bit of a confused look. Back home, the law enforcement is, well...this. Being surprised at helpfulness, then, is an odd thing for her to imagine.]

My, that's too bad. [She smiles.] But it's all right. I'm sure you'll be used to it soon.

[cop_an_attitude]

I'm getting there.

Have you been here long?

[lostinmyway]

Hmm.... Have I?

[Grune has a few...difficulties with her memory.]

[cop_an_attitude]

...Memory problems?

[Sally may or may not have encountered this at leas twice in the past few days.]

[lostinmyway]

[She looks mildly surprised at the question.]

Oh, no, my memory is just fine.

[Er...Grune is not exactly a reliable narrator.]

[cop_an_attitude]

Oh. All right, then.

[Constant state of mild confusion, thy name is Sally.]

[lostinmyway]

[And, to illustrate exactly how fine her memory is....]

...Now what were we going to do together?

[cop_an_attitude]

Erm, nothing, officially. But we were talking about how I'm moving things into my flat.

[lostinmyway]

Oh, yes. I'll be there soon!

[...She feels as though she's forgetting something. Something else she needs to do?]

[cop_an_attitude]

Oh. All right, then; I'll be here...

[Well, at least she seems nice?]

Sorry about the delay--we were coordinating!

[lostinmyway]

[A fair bit later, there'll be a knock at Sally's door. Oddly enough, though, if she listens, she'll hear Grune talking to someone.]

Thank you very much for helping, Dhaos! I'm sure Sally will be very happy.

No problem :)

[cop_an_attitude]

[Idly flipping through a book, Sally perks up when she hears the knock. That'd be Grune, but who is she talking to? She seemed...batty, but sweet; hardly talking-to-herself bonkers. She sets the book aside and goes to open the door.

There's a man with her. A...somewhat strange man. Sally does not stare, and smiles.]

Thanks for coming. I don't think I've met your friend.

By 'we were coordinating' we mean 'NORTH IS JUST LATE 8|' Sorry again!

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Dhaos nods in acknowledgement. He's not quite sure how he allowed himself to be roped into this, but as usual, he can't really find any objections to it.

...Human. Except, perhaps, that. But there were humans everywhere in Luceti...]

...Dhaos.

Lol

[cop_an_attitude]

[Talkative, this one. Sally extends a hand to him.]

Sally.