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[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

[fourscience]

[It's difficult to navigate through the bombed city streets, but Nananea is making an effort. She knows where the clinic is, and she is making her way there with determination.

Though she keeps getting sidetracked, stopping to talk to the city's inhabitants, to reassure them if she can, provide first aid if needed. But reaching the clinic to assess the damage and restock her supplies is still her top priority.

Her top priority until she catches a familiar glimpse of gold-colored fur, a familiar figure digging through a pile of dirt. And then her only thought is it's Captain, and she's running through the street to catch up to her. By the time she reaches the goldfoot, she's breathless, but grinning as wide as she possibly can.]

I have found you! Captain!

[whatsupcroc]

[ Collette's glad people've cleared room for her to manage the main courtyard in the Hold enough for her to navigate through, seeing how everyone continues to move toward re-establishing a sense of normalcy in the wake of more recent events. She asks a few questions from merchants she recognizes, a few answering, some even favorably, before parking herself out of the general way and watching.

Someone she doesn't recognize -- someone she extremely doesn't recognize -- catches her attention. From under her umbrella, sitting in her wheelchair, Collette waves to the unfamiliar person. Aliens, she was finding, were some of her favorite people to talk to, even if she was just as much an alien for them as they were for her.

Did aliens count across supposed Earth species lines? If so, Galadriel was an alien too... ah, but weren't they all illegal aliens anyway? She wasn't any good at thinking through these kinds of things. ]

Hey there! I haven't seen you around before. Are you looking for anything in particular?

[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.