Oh right! this place exists! ^^;
WHO: Aughra
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: Some time that's still daylight
WARNINGS: Aughra even rambles in her own head
SUMMARY: Aughra is trying to figure out what this place is all about even after being here for a few weeks.
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Aughra has been busy the last few weeks. Ignoring the comm can be a time consuming task.
She has been learning the language through extreme immersion [because you don't create your own model of the solar system by being slow]. She has practiced it with street corner crazies, explaining to them that there are absolutely no signs that the world is going to end. Although whoever designed a solar system with only one sun wasn't doing anyone any favors in the omens department, in her humble opinion.
Periodically, people taking her for a beggar have given her money. Through observation, she has figured out how to exchange this for food. Once in a while, other beggars have shown her where the soup kitchens are, but the City is strange, and she can't remember where they are.
Speaking of strangeness, there are far too many people, and nothing else moves. She's tried talking to the trees [getting strange looks and occasional money], but the sickly things in round cages don't say anything to her.
She has finally found her way to Central Park, and feels that this is at last a proper piece of environment. There are still too many people, and the trees don't seem inclined to answer her. But they also don't seem to want to eat her, so she'll take what she can get.
Perhaps climbing into one will give her a rest from these weird people and let her find something real to eat.
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: Some time that's still daylight
WARNINGS: Aughra even rambles in her own head
SUMMARY: Aughra is trying to figure out what this place is all about even after being here for a few weeks.
FORMAT: Paragraph
Aughra has been busy the last few weeks. Ignoring the comm can be a time consuming task.
She has been learning the language through extreme immersion [because you don't create your own model of the solar system by being slow]. She has practiced it with street corner crazies, explaining to them that there are absolutely no signs that the world is going to end. Although whoever designed a solar system with only one sun wasn't doing anyone any favors in the omens department, in her humble opinion.
Periodically, people taking her for a beggar have given her money. Through observation, she has figured out how to exchange this for food. Once in a while, other beggars have shown her where the soup kitchens are, but the City is strange, and she can't remember where they are.
Speaking of strangeness, there are far too many people, and nothing else moves. She's tried talking to the trees [getting strange looks and occasional money], but the sickly things in round cages don't say anything to her.
She has finally found her way to Central Park, and feels that this is at last a proper piece of environment. There are still too many people, and the trees don't seem inclined to answer her. But they also don't seem to want to eat her, so she'll take what she can get.
Perhaps climbing into one will give her a rest from these weird people and let her find something real to eat.