1st storm [Voice/action]

[unbalancedsoul]

[Good morning Luceti.

Hope you were already awake, because there’s an ear piercing shriek and splash to be heard over the journals as yet another new feather gets a greeted by a drop in the local river. Sadly, that water isn’t so much a warm welcome as a cold wake up call.

There’s quite a bit of creative cursing as one dripping wet… girl? By the

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[hippocraticly]

[ McCoy is walking outside when the angry tirade draws his attention away from the path and towards the river. does he even want to know what the hell is going on over there? ]

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[hippocraticly]

Yeah, in there.. I can look for the thing, if you want.

[ and while he's at it, he shrugs out his coat and he holds it out to her. ] Here kid. You must be cold.

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[unbalancedsoul]

[Reaching out and handing him the book while grabbing that coat quickly. She really doesn't give a damn about it if he steals it, and she'd rather not continue to almost flash this man, so if he's offering she'll take it.] .....Thanks.

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[hippocraticly]

Don't worry about it. [ McCoy nods as he flicks through the journal. ]

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[unbalancedsoul]

[Pulling it on quickly, making sure to cover her chest and arms thoroughly, specifically the odd, threadlike markings on her arm. Far, far too much is exposed of her body for her liking. She hadn't worn a dress since she was what, 15? 16? It felt far too revealing now.] Do they dress everyone like this? What about our clothes? Can't our keepers provide something a bit more covering then a tiny night dress?

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[hippocraticly]

If you want your clothes, you might want to start at the stores. That's where I found most of mine. [ including his federation uniform, although he hasn't been wearing it in recent weeks. no point really. ] And if you want to complain, then keep an eye out for a blue bastard who talks to us sometimes.

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[unbalancedsoul]

Fine. I'll do that. [She perks at the mention of this person, grinning a bit.] Is he our captor? He willingly comes into this place?

[Can she beat his face in?]

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[hippocraticly]

Not quite. [ because McCoy expects a few people would kick him in, hero-types or not, if he ever came into the enclosure. ] Aha... here it is.

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[unbalancedsoul]

[Aella certainly would.] The guide you spoke of?

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[hippocraticly]

Yeah. [ he holds the journal back open for her to take where Raine's guide can be seen. ]

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[unbalancedsoul]

Thank you. [She take the journal from his hands, starting to read almost immediately.]

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[hippocraticly]

[ not one to leave a lady alone in conditions like this, McCoy waits for her to finish reading the guide. and not just because she has his coat. ]

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[unbalancedsoul]

[This is......] It's a bit farfetched. [But it explains why this place didn't feel like home.]