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[sixwayheart]

[Action]

[Heart's first awakening in Luceti is a relatively eventful and arguably fateful encounter with Richard Sharpe, in which there is a robot in his closet. Perhaps because she's used to enclosed spaces like this immediately before someone opens them, despite her internal flummoxing about the oddity of her being active again, she hasn't tried to bust out or anything, so it'll be a surprise once it's opened up]

[Later in the day though, after getting the introduction to Luceti in whatever manner it happened up there, Heart is aware of the situation! Aware, but not really caring right now, or all that curious. See, situations aren't something which interest the woman all that, people are. And it's perhaps for this reason there is a woman who is now in a different set of clothes than the New Feather dress (though probably nothing too flashy) sitting alone in the main square. But she's also observing people, following their movements with her eyes. She's not programmed to approach, but something in the moment's demeanor implies that she would like other people to approach her.

If nothing else, the fact she'll be sitting there until well after sundown unless people do and get her out of there is probably a thing. Once it becomes too late for her to reasonably expect anyone to be out though, she heads to the Welcome Center to take up one of the beds there for her rest. Encounter her and become a user(?!) at either location]

Comments

[greenjacketed]

[ in truth, very little is kept in the soldier's closet. a spare pair of trousers; the shirts faith made for him; his well-loved and weller-worn rifleman's jacket. considering his shirtlessness, it's definitely a top and the jacket he's after now when he draws open the closet's door...

and is met with a redhead. bloody hell. hadn't finding one woman in his room been vexing enough? and that one had started to shiver and nearly-cry at the notion she might be taken hostage in some brute's chambers. so, hoping to avoid a scandal, sharpe steps quickly back from the closet and holds up two hands.

he's a tall man -- weathered and scared. a splotch of scar tissue stains his lower stomach and raised remembrances of cuts and straw bullets pepper his chest and arms. his dark brown wings shudder and twitch with annoyance. he knows he looks like a thug and he tries to alleviate the worst of the first impression by attempting to speak gently: ] Look, lass, try not to shout. For both our sakes, eh?

[ because, you know, that doesn't sound ominous. ]

[sixwayheart]

[For better or worse, the woman doesn't scream. She also doesn't really react. Sure, the scars are noted but she doesn't really move. or anything. Instead, just calmly asks-]

How old are you?

[Legal runtimes. Sharpe has started it!!]

[greenjacketed]

[ stammering: ] I...[ bloody hell. ] I dunno, lass.

[ no one had ever asked him, really. ] Wh-why?

[sixwayheart]

["I don't know" is a weird answer. It's also not an answer that her programming allows her to legally accept. By comparison to other users, her independent programming lets her know he's probably older than eighteen, but right now, it's in a block. So she just waits. Silently. ...Tilting her head a little]

[greenjacketed]

Err -- [ his manners stumble, and he rubs at the back of his neck. what the hell? he grumbles some kind of an apology: ] Look, what's your name? We can get you a seat. Maybe a cuppa or something.

[ he figures she must be in shock. yes. ]

because Logan wouldn't

[originaljackass]

[When Jack spots a lonely girl sitting on a bench alone in the plaza, he's stricken with ideas. She's an attractive redhead and he feels an incredible sense of shame when he realizes the last redhead he slept with was Rose Red. And that was ten years ago. And she'd been smelly and gross at the time.

Well, he needed to make up for lost time. So he approached her with a supernatural swagger that could only be owned by a man who was the son of Prince Charming himself. Confidenced oozed out of every orifice as he finished his stride in her direction. He adjusted his collared shirt even as he spoke up.]

I couldn't help noticing you sitting all alone there, babe. You waiting on somebody?

Yeah robots are pretty smelly

[sixwayheart]

[Man he's hot. She knows this automatically, and as a result, a smile, a small one, comes onto her lips even not in a mode. She shakes her head, she's not waiting for someone, but-- programming dictates the next part]

How old are you?

Plus talking to random people...

[originaljackass]

[He finds that a strange question. But it's not the first time he's heard it. Though he looks remarkably young, he has had many Mundies look at him in the eye and see eyes that betray his incredible age. Many have consequently found themselves asking his age.

But it's very odd for an opening question.]

Old enough. But a lady never asks and a gentleman never tells.

True it is not his forte

[sixwayheart]

[No they do not. She finds herself wanting to agree even in the basic mode as compared to other people she's observed just in today alone. But programming dictates she has to. In fact... "old enough" is something she would declare liberties on, but the runtime doesn't allow it. Instead, she frowns lightly, maybe even apologetically, before:]

You're older than eighteen.

[originaljackass]

Obviously.

[Well. Now it's just getting a little odd. He realizes, belatedly, she may be trying to sell him something. This is a shame because he detests salesmen. Even if they come in hot packages.]

action; i wanted to tag with someone so

[bided]

[ Trisha is out and about herself - and while she's alone like Heart is, she happens to be doing things, a basket full of groceries over one elbow as she crosses items off a list in her hands...is that everything? It's different to buy enough for two, neither of them growing boys, but Trisha thinks she has enough to last them for the next two weeks or so.

She spots the younger woman after looking up, and noting she's being watched. She doesn't feel bothered by it, exactly, but...hm, it seems like the woman might want to speak...?

Perhaps she's new, as well. Lord knows Trisha was lucky enough to arrive with her husband in tow, and then to run into Edward almost immediately after that...

She'll approach, deciding she may as well ask if the woman needs any help. ]

Hello, there. Are you all right? Or just people-watching...? It can be a rather exciting hobby in a place like this, I think.

action; Lucy you are weak!! But it's okay I love it

[sixwayheart]

[Nod, she's alright - and she was people watching a little. She even smiles a little. The woman in front of her she knows has to be older than eighteen unless she's got an aged face just by comparison to other women she's seen but... alas. She has to ask]

How old are you?

action; AM NOT...I like to tag intros when i can!!

[bided]

[ ...Well, that wasn't at all what she expected, but Trisha doesn't think anything of it. Perhaps she needs to speak to an adult? ]

Twenty-six. Why do you ask?

action; IT IS sweet of you!!!

[sixwayheart]

[Wow Heart is an adult she's designed to look early 20s!! But no, that's not it. It's he runtimes. And really, she's glad this woman just answered. She seems like she'll be a great user. Of course, she is designed to think that of every user]

Do you want to register yourself with this unit?

[Has to. Say. Again]

action; WELL THANKS

[bided]

[ Yes but maybe she had to speak with another adult about...directions or something, perhaps people don't want to ask teenagers for those or such.

Trisha...blinks. Register herself...? This unit...? ]

Er...yes? [ She's hazarding a guess as to the meaning, though, after a beat. ] Do you mean do I want to introduce myself? I'm Trisha Elric.

[ The wording was a bit odd, but she's fairly certain that's what the woman was going for. ]

And your name is...?

because it's Heart! I can't not tag!

[selphie_t]

[So it's been a few days since Selphie arrived in Luceti and while a couple of things are clear, not everything is. However, that doesn't mean that she can't wander around the village to become familiar with it again. When she comes across Heart people watching, the perky brunette can't help but make her way over with a cheerful smile.]

Hello!

glad to hear it

[sixwayheart]

[Another user...! Or well, Heart doesn't think of it that way, she in fact processes it as her user, and as such, she perks up to answer that Hello with the first barrier: what might seem like a non-sequiter]

How old are you?

[selphie_t]

[Selphie blinks at the question and answers it as a question.]

Seventeen? But I'm almost eighteen?

[sixwayheart]

[She wants to pass it. But... legally, her programming says she can't. Or maybe she could tell her to... just say she's eighteen if she's almost there. there's nothing in her program which specifically says she can't, because her morality core is gone. She considers.]

[selphie_t]

Um... eighteen in five days?

[Selphie isn't entirely sure what to do. Is she looking for a specific age? Oh well, might as well wing it!]

I'm eighteen.

action;

[endgames]

[The convenience store has more than food to offer. Or it someday will - there's a lot of basic every day items there, like ibuprofen and pens and so on, though he hasn't decided on the full inventory.

There's also a decent lounge area he's proud of. One that could use a little more setup. In between crashing the item shop for some more typical supplies, today Shikamaru was on the lookout for something to spruce it up. Something cool.

What he ended up finding was a boombox. A really beat up one, that he's not sure of the mechanics for. He went back home and swiped the CD Masaomi got for his birthday, only to find out after sticking it in it didn't have batteries. After swinging by to pick some up (and extra, for the store) at the grocery, Shikamaru was passing through the plaza on his way back, wondering why it still wouldn't work.

He didn't show any sign he would be talking to Heart until he accidentally dropped the thing as he passed her, nearly on her feet.]

Shit. [He bends down to pick it back up.] Sorry about that.

action;

[sixwayheart]

[She doesn't react to the boombox nearly hitting her feet beyond, well, pulling her feet back just a little. But she looks up at him and... well, he addressed her, and she would like to meet him. So the runtime starts up]

How old are you?

action;

[endgames]

Uh... [He raises an eyebrow. That's a weird question to start up with.] Nineteen, I think.

[It's weird trying to guess how old he is, having come back younger. He eventually decided to go with the Temari school of counting things though, courtesy of a conversation they had when she had died.]

action;

[sixwayheart]

[Sweet. And then, without missing a beat:]

Do you want to register yourself with this unit?

action;

[endgames]

[It's at this moment, halfway in her sentence as he's jamming a piece of the boombox back into place that that seems to do the trick and it finally starts working. "I Want It That Way", by the Backstreet Boys starts blaring loudly, and he sets the boombox back down.]

Yeah??

[In the tone of 'come again', because he didn't quite catch all that. He expects she'll just repeat herself if it's important as he turns his attention to stopping the song.]