OPEN LOG

[goldfoot]

Date & Time: Backdated to Oct 4-6, that range of time. She explores for a few days.
Location: Anywhere in the major part of the city after the attack
Characters: This one and YOU
Summary: There is a raptor-fox-weasel alien wandering around the city, offering help, asking questions, generally freaking people out. She wants to meet all the citizens.
Warnings: n/a as of yet

[The city is different. She is used to bombed, burned, and otherwise ruined habitats. But usually it was the doing of her species, and every glance her way was of hatred or fear.

Here, only few show fear. Most are confused, or just surprised by her presence. Some even speak to her readily, inside storefronts, on the street, in clusters doing repairs or simply digging through the rubble.

So she explores freely, and speaks to anyone who approaches her, and some who do not. This city was different indeed.]

Comments

[mach_n_roll]

[People are generally fearless in a city and a country where the outsiders are their designated saviors. As such, during a trip to get food a four-foot-tall furry blue thing is animatedly talking to someone in a lunch shop:]

Whaddiya mean, you guys don't have any chili dogs?! Wh... oh hey! [Over to Goldfoot. ADHD. It's a thing that happens.] Wow, surprised I haven't noticed you here before.

[goldfoot]

[She is also surprised to see the unknown creature, as her ears and body language imply curiosity, attention stolen from the strange but appetizing foodstuff behind the counter.] New arrival. Your species? [Yes, right to the point.]

[mach_n_roll]

Hedgehog! Yours?

[goldfoot]

Hedge... hog. [She knows both of these words, but neither of them together. She'll ask Nananea later.] I am goldfoot. Do you—[An ear swivels toward the lunch counter, then her gaze drifts that was as well]—naturally eat this?

[mach_n_roll]

Some of it! The whole "meat pie" thing is still a little weird though, and I keep forgetting to call 'em chips instead of fries. It's probably all new to you, though, huh?

My name's Sonic, by the way. What's yours?

[goldfoot]

I understand meat. I seek that. [She narrows her eyes at the food.] No name, not now.