1st Bite [Action/Video]

[willak]

(ooc: after this mess)

[A girl with a familiar face to a local artist is sitting in Good Spirits with a nice, typically expensive bottle of whiskey. She hates whiskey. Hates alcohol on a good day.

But this is a very, very bad day. Raylene Carter is a wonderful mess right now too: hair in tangles like her sister's and leaves and dirt stuck in it. Mud caking her feet and splashing up her legs, A dirty white newcomers dress and a pair of dark brown wings that won't stop twitching.

Something happened, something that could encourage her to go right for the alcohol and get righteously pissed. Some first day.]

[Video]

[The book isn't so hard to figure out even in her inebriated state. She squints at the screen a moment before mumbling with a thick drawl:]

Someplace 'round here that sells clothes?

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[willak]

Brand spankin'.

[Why lie about that? It seems like these people know a newbie when they see one..]

What's with all these books I keep seein'?

[thedicearecast]

[Raylene will too, once she’s been there long enough.  Even without the dress, people asking about the journals is a pretty big hint.]
 
They’re how people communicate most of the time.  They’re magic—which is real here, in case it isn’t in your world.  Doesn’t matter whether or not you believe me, you’ll see it for yourself eventually.
 
[And Amelia isn’t inclined to argue for the existence of something she didn’t believe in before she got to Luceti either.]
 
There should’ve been one near you wherever you woke up.  Would’ve had your name on it.  If you didn’t grab it, you  should try and go back for it.

[willak]

Well, shit.

[She doesn't remember where exactly she woke up but she knows it was somewhere on the edge of the town.]

I guess I'll go look for that tomorrow then.

[thedicearecast]

That'd be smart.

[Guess that means showing her the guide is out.]

There's no money here. Everything's free, including housing and clothing. And since the weather's getting colder, I'd suggest not just spending your night getting plastered in here.

[willak]

Free room and board, really?

[Her wings flutter anxiously and convey her mood far better than Raylene could.]

What's the catch?

[thedicearecast]

[Well, the attitude Amelia can certainly appreciate.]

The ones who trapped us here are called the Malnosso. They provide for our basic needs, like I said. Then they experiment on us or draft us to fight in a war they've got going on.

[willak]

[Her grip tightens on her small glass just by a fraction, but on the inside she's close to a manic kind of fear. Experiments? War? What the hell have I got myself into.

With a sad, desperate kind of moan Raylene drops her head onto her arms and sighs.]

Oh Pinky, what'm I gonna do...

[She's possibly well past tipsy and doesn't expect Amelia do to much other than ask who Pinky is.]

[thedicearecast]

[The reaction isn’t exactly shocking, considering the horror of what Amelia’s just said.  Even if there’s a way to sugarcoat it, Amelia’s not necessarily that type of person.  She’s also not great at offering comfort, although she feels all the sympathy in the world when Raylene lowers her head.]
 
About all you can do is bear it.  Which will be a lot easier to focus on when you aren’t drunk.
 
[Honestly, Amelia’s hoping the girl doesn’t get herself so wasted she forgets the conversation they’re having.]
 
Who’s Pinky supposed to be anyway?  Friend of yours?

[willak]

[She keeps her head down until Pinky is mentioned again and peeks out from over the barrier of her arms. If her eyes are red it's because she's tired -- that's her story and she's sticking to it.

Raylene doesn't cry, damnit.]

Yeah, somethin' like that.

[A sister. A best friend. A kindred spirit. The only person that loved her unconditionally.]

[thedicearecast]

[Tired, drunk, despairing:  Amelia doesn’t press.  She recognizes the agony for what it is, but she doesn’t know this girl.  Amelia wouldn’t appreciate a stranger prying into her personal pain, so she won’t turn around and do the same now.]
 
You may want to keep an eye out for them.  People from the same worlds can all be brought here.  There’s a handful of us from Gunsmoke.

[willak]

[She brightens just slightly, it helps to think about Pinky being stuck here with her. But...half of her wonders what she'd do.

It'll take a few days for her to reach the conclusion that it might be best if Pinky doesn't show.]

Sounds like a plan.