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[menkheperatum]

Characters: Atem menkheperatum and OPEN to YOU
Setting/Location: Outskirts of district 4
Date & Time: Day 0, late evening
Warnings: Nada
Summary: Moody pharaoh is moody? And also technologically challenged.

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[anmitsucherry]

For someone who was doing the same thing, or had at least been planning to and accidentally fallen asleep, it was usually considered rude to throw something at them.

Except maybe if you didn't know they were there, but she didn't know that. She'd been buried in the tall patches of grass, eyes shut, missing the first starts of the stars and such, despite the cooler weather than earlier that day.

But here it was, a poor Junogam was tossed, right onto her belly. It was a small device, but sheesh, it still packed a punch when you were snoozing. Have a very indignant uwargh!, Pharaoh.

[menkheperatum]

The night here was filled with strange noises, and for the most part Atem tried to ignore them like everything else that reminded him of where he was. But the unmistakable sound of another person drew him from his temperamental reverie. So much for being alone.

He sat up slowly, looking around, half expecting someone to appear and have another go at him. Eventually he focused in the direction he thought he'd sent the Junogram -- he hadn't really been paying attention, okay -- and upon realize what was the probable cause a bit of guilt did creep up on his conscience. He sighed. Just because he did as he pleased, that didn't mean he particularly enjoyed causing problems for others either. He preferred to keep to himself in that way.

"Yes...? Are you all right?" He inquired of the shadowy grass without any hint of apology.

[anmitsucherry]

Sakura rubbed at the bump on her belly, grabbing the little device and... Well, it wasn't hers. Hers was still in her pocket, she could feel it.

However, there was another voice, one that jerked her right out of her thoughts and back to the present.

"Whoa--!" She scooted up onto her knees. And then focused on calming down. Jeez Sakura, breathe. If they wanted to attack they'd have done so already.

"Er.. Fine. Is this yours? Did you.. drop it?"

[menkheperatum]

Drawing his legs up to appear a bit more respectable, Atem took a minute to observe Sakura as best he could in the near nonexistent light. He could at least tell that she wasn't dressed like one of the villagers, so that would make her another traveler. Gods, they actually seemed to number more than the residents.

Then his eyes fixed briefly on the offending computer before closing. "Drop... might not be the appropriate word."

[moerines]

It's getting dark, and Shirley is alone again, and slightly lost.

It is a bad combination. For hours, Shirley had been distracted enough by the faces old and new and the technology (entirely new, and entirely confusing) that the Big Picture had almost escaped her notice. It was out there floating in the periphery of her mind: I'm not home. I don't know when I'm going to be home. I don't know anything about this place. There was a point at which these thoughts could no longer be pushed aside by the other, smaller thoughts, the ones along the lines of this little machine is very strange and oh, I'm starting to get hungry. There was a point at which you ran out of things to think about beyond: Where am I?Every step Shirley takes is bringing her to that point. The outskirts of the village are lovely, but, even in the dark, it is impossible to pretend that they're leading her back to Werites Beacon

[menkheperatum]

Lying there in the soft grass, Atem's thoughts stray in a rather similar direction as Shirley's, jumbled self reflective queries that ultimately dance circles round his mind and leave him with no more answers than when he started.

It is not entirely the same however. He can't even be sure that home is what lies ahead for him and that is a terrible uncertainty to be faced with as an Egyptian. Probably as anyone actually. So instead of a "Where am I?" in rings much closer to "Where am I going?" and not without considerable reflection on what he left behind too

[moerines]

Shirley squints into the dark towards the voice, finally noticing the man in the grass, her attention drawn to him by his movement. There is something peaceful about his pose-reclining, gazing at the stars-but the fact that he'd thrown his "cellphone," or whatever it was called, gives away his true state of mind. For a moment, Shirley wonders idly to herself whether anyone in their situation really is at peace right now. It seems impossible-but then again, it seems that every type of person has been brought to this place. The only thing they have in common is that they're far from home, and that it looks like they'll all be remaining so for some time.

Her sore feet make it rather tempting to join him on the grass, but it looks like she's already intruded on a private moment, and so Shirley remains standing, unsure of what to say.

"It's all right. I'm sorry if I interrupted your thoughts."

[menkheperatum]

Atem can't make out all of Shirley's features but he does draw certain conclusions from voice alone. She seems polite, if a bit timid and the way she carries herself tells him that he's in better company than he's come to expect from this world. She shows no signs of leaving either, so the least he can do is waylay her concerns, shaking his head slowly. "They were not helping much anyway."

Sitting up straighter, he hesitates, then motions to a spot in the grass nearby, though it's still a respectable distance away from him. "Are you lost?" he inquires a bit dryly. It's either that or she's afraid or she was actually looking for some kind of companion. No matter what the reason, his conscience gets the better of him. This fate is shared by all of them and for that reason he cannot completely look down on the other waywards.