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[sixwayheart]

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[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]

...Though -- now that I think on it -- you must've left your damned book in my quarters.

[sixwayheart]

Book? [Was there a book? She doesn't recall a book, but replaying her own memories back... no, there wasn't one that she saw. But she didn't look around that closet enough to know for certain]

[greenjacketed]

Yer bloody journal, miss.

[sixwayheart]

I don't keep a journal.

[greenjacketed]

Me neither. But we each of us get one all the same when we arrive.

[ look at him, holding out a chair at the table for her! ]

[sixwayheart]

[Nah, she's good with leaning against this counter. She gives a polite little wave to dismiss that. Instead, on the journal-]

Why a journal? We supposed to write all our feelings?

[greenjacketed]

Dunno. Only it's what everyone else calls them, en't it? Funny little books what let us speak to one another across great distances. Bloody magic.

[sixwayheart]

So no one's ever heard of a phone.

[A sigh, and-] Well, Sharpe, if everyone's got 'em, why not show me yours? I'm showing you mine well enough, given this.

[And she tugs at the edge of her sundress, exposing a bit more of one leg before she lets it fall. It's a little joke]

[greenjacketed]

[ although his eyebrows raise, he hardly seems scandalized by her gesture. by all appearances, he's a man who is no stranger to such bold behaviour on the part of a strange woman. no stranger, but perhaps mildly unaccustomed in his most recent years. as if he's out of practice with the bawdy. ]

I'll have to fetch it. You won't run, will you? Perhaps I shouldn't leave you to your own devices...

[sixwayheart]

[The leg motion stops - she stands more upright, nods and-] Scout's honor.

[She says this without missing a beat, saluting a little with two fingers instead of the whole hand. It's a bit of an irreverent motion, all things considered. But there's a reason: he is her only source of information right now, after all.]

[greenjacketed]

[ he pauses... ]

Yer a scout?

[sixwayheart]

Figure of speech. [She averts her eyes a moment--- okay no, it's really more of an eyeroll] Probably.