Sign Nexus. Sign Area. I Roam Around Around Around

[misslucysleeches]

There's a newcomer to the Nexus today -- a woman in her very early thirties, with bright red hair and a forest-green sweater, sitting on one of the provided couches and looking at travel brochures. She wandered in earlier, and after the obligatory "?!?/can I get back" moment, has decided that she might as well do as the sign asks and ask a question. She spreads out her brochures on a table in front of her and looks up.

"So, random strangers! I'm a wanderer, and I've wandered almost all of the United States. So I think it's time I broke into international travel. Since it's my first time in this regard, I figured I'd at least start out by going to one of the more well-known cities, and see where adventure leads me from there."

She holds up three brochures.

"The question of the day is, then: London, Paris, or Rome?"

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[random_xtras]

"That Optimus is a Changeling," says Silver, shaking her head with childish vigour. "I'm not."

A small point, but little girls are often sticklers for such things.

[misslucysleeches]

"Yeah, he said, more or less," Lucy allows with a nod. "So you were born as one, huh? All natural, you could say."

[random_xtras]

Childlike, by way of answer Silver reaches into her pocket and takes out a little bit of broken something that shimmers exquisitely silver.

Yes. It's a bit of eggshell.

[misslucysleeches]

Lucy has to admit, she wasn't expecting that. She looks at the broken bit of shell. "Wow," she murmurs. "It's pretty." Maybe not the most intelligent thing she could say, but. . .

[random_xtras]

Silver thoughtfully studies the shard like she'd earlier studied Lucy.

"Yes, but I was really tired of looking at it before I finally got to come out."

Love's mouth twitches at the corners, and her blind eyes smile as she pat pats her small friend with sympathy.

[misslucysleeches]

Lucy can't help a tiny laugh. "Yeah, I guess the view would get pretty dull if you were stuck in there," she allows. "But hey -- you're out and about in the wide world now."

[random_xtras]

Silver grins as she puts away her bit of shell. "Yeah, but I just learned to look like this a little while ago. Before that all I could do was lift my head up and cheep."

[misslucysleeches]

"Well, human babies can't do much more than wave their limbs randomly and cry, so. . ." Lucy shrugs.

[random_xtras]

"I was already this smart, so I didn't like being so floppy." Silver looks at Lucy's tray. "Do you know what poutine is?"

[misslucysleeches]

"Ahh -- yeah, I can imagine that would get really annoying really fast," Lucy allows. She glances at what remains of her impromptu lunch. "French fries with brown gravy and cheese curds. Had it once in a greasy spoon near the Canadian border. Didn't really click with me." She thinks she likes ketchup best.

[random_xtras]

"You can put ketchup on too," says Silver, and then looks up, her eyes wide and her little face red with blush as she realizes what she just did.

Love senses the tension in Silver's hand and lifts her head, frowning uncertainly as she tries to figure out what just happened.

[misslucysleeches]

Lucy's struck silent for a moment, but only a moment. Okay. Telepathic. Perhaps she should have expected that. "I -- don't think it goes well with the gravy stuff," she says, deciding the best thing is just to go along with it. "I can't imagine it on cheese either."

[random_xtras]

"I thought I heard it with my ears." Silver is all quietly apologetic little girl dignity as she absently hugs the now understanding and relaxed Love's hand. "Sometimes when people think loud I can't tell unless I'm looking at them."

Maybe a bit much explaining for someone who seems to have accepted it. But Silver has met a lot of epic fits about 'get out of my head!' in her life.

[misslucysleeches]

Lucy's a little more chill about it -- again, she's thinking she should have expected it. After all, the previous Fae/Changeling she met could make food appear out of thin air. "It's okay," sh assures her. "You didn't freak me out much. Not something you can really control yet?"

[random_xtras]

"It's our natural way of talking." Silver fidgets and glances toward the purring and beeping. "I've seen grownup halfbreeds and Changelings do it too."

[misslucysleeches]

"Oh, I see," Lucy says. "Er -- sorry for thinking so loud, then," she adds, trying jokes to put the girl a little more at ease. She too glances toward the noises. Hmmmm. . .

[random_xtras]

Silver peeks at her with a little grin, but Lucy may or may not notice that seeing as there's a FULL GROWN DISPLACER BEAST laying over there a few feet away from where two little ducklings are industriously grooming something invisible.

[misslucysleeches]

Yes, the very large cat with six legs and two huge tentacles is rather distracting. Lucy's just going to stand and gape for a while. The ducklings and their invisible grooming station barely even attract her notice. "Is -- is that yours?" she finally gets out.

[random_xtras]

Silver's little invisible brows shoot up as she feels and sees Lucy's reaction, then she looks toward the displacer beast, looking at the ducklings and not at where the cat seems to be. "Kitty is Mistral's, like me."

[misslucysleeches]

"Kitty?" Lucy's tone implies that she doesn't care if it's mostly cat-like -- something that looks like that should not be called 'Kitty.' "Who is Mistral?" And how did she become the owner of that?

[random_xtras]

"She's a kitty." Silver sticks out her chin. "And Mistral's a Black Mage. He likes pets. Though I don't think I'm a pet anymore."

[misslucysleeches]

"She's rather more than just a kitty," Lucy says, nodding at the tentacles. "And I see. . .yeah, I'm pretty sure you're a -- um -- adoptee?" Actually, Lucy isn't sure at all. It seems to be a minefield of awkwardness.

[random_xtras]

"She's a good kitty," says Silver with finality, but then looks thoughtful. "I don't know. Mistral found me and kept me, but now all the Waltzes try to take care of me too, like they do Love."

[misslucysleeches]

"I would hope so." You want any kitty who looks like that to be a good kitty.

"Well, that's nice," Lucy says with a smile. "Yeah, I guess you'd be an adoptee of some sort. A sort of -- inadvertent daughter to them?"

[random_xtras]

Silver just shrugs, being pretty well unfamiliar with all the usual family terms. "Love doesn't know either."

Then she perks and laughs as she sees Kitty put a gentle big paw on one of the ducklings who are busy fussing over her chest fur and try to return the grooming favour. The little duck is totally unabashed by the treatment that soon has her fluff sticking up in odd directions all over her body.