Open Log

[nonmagical]

Who: Mirabel and OPEN
When: Jan 15-16th
Where: B2, the ADI housing complex, around town
Summary: Mirabel explores her new surroundings
Warnings: Fleshy phone cases



[Housing B2]

[Mirabel... certainly has felt out of sorts since her arrival. What is she supposed to do? Her family and Casita were in another world, she was stuck here with no way home. Nothing felt right. Nothing made sense. She's been given the run-down about where she is, where she'll be leaving, but she's definitely been doing a kind of depressed moping about her apartment.

Even all the optimism in the world can't really help her fight off the fear and confusion of being stolen from her home. Even though her uncle was here, so that means she's a little less alone, she's still away from her entire life.

After a lot of not doing anything for a couple of days, she's finally seen putting on her bag. She looks a little more determined now, or maybe she's finally realized that she can't just stay in the apartment forever.]

[ADI Apartment Complex]

[Mirabel's taken to exploring the ADI housing complex first. If anything, to meet the residents who might be stuck in a similar situation and get to know them. If she sees you, she'll give a small wave.]

Hola! Can I ask you a few questions...?

[She's no detective, but she's gotta start somewhere if she's gonna get home, right?]

[Around town]

[Mirabel's exploration started with the ADI housing complex, and is now stretching to the rest of the town. The 15-year-old Colombian girl is found just generally checking out stores and buildings, and being kind of in awe of how different everything looks. While looking around the shop, she sees the fleshy phone cases being sold and people pushing other people out of the way to buy them.

She's only had her own smart phone for a few days, and she doesn't understand the appeal, not having that kind of technology back home. Not to mention... the fleshy look.]

Is it just me or do these things look a little... weird?

Comments

adi apartments!

[lowficharm]

[Martin's just down the hall from Mirabel's new room in B4, meaning he may well be the first person who she runs into as she makes her way out and about. He looks gentle enough, tall and big but still somehow unassuming, a shock of messy orange hair and his own round glasses balanced on his face. He perks up when she speaks, turning towards her and keeping his hands close to his body.]

Oh, uhm, hi! Y-Yeah, sure, what's-- how can I help?

[nonmagical]

Okay so um, can you start by telling me more about the ADI? Like maybe how they could help us get home?

[She's a newbie. And she's pretty lost about all this ADI stuff.]

[lowficharm]

[Oh, that's... a bigger question than he thought he was answering. Martin's face looks a little more strained, but mostly because he's trying to think of where to start.]

Well, uh... it's sort of hard to say, since uh, they don't actually know how I don't think. But also, uhm, they're kind of the only ones who know that other worlds even... exist? So. They're sort of our best bet.

[That sounds worse than it should be, for certain. Immediately he feels the need to caveat it.]

But uh, they're, they're working on it! And we're all helping, so, I'm sure we can all figure it out.

[nonmagical]

If they’re the only ones who know about other worlds, do you think maybe they brought us here?

[She’s still not ready to trust the ADI. Too much fishiness with them.]

[lowficharm]

Well, it's... maybe? Maybe. Probably not though. They're the only ones who know because most people don't really know about these, uhm, these dangerous things we're studying. It's a really specific situation. I, I'm sure they're hiding things from us, but in general they're at least trying to be hospitable. I mean, they could have kept us locked up or something.

[He's really glad that's not the case.]

Sorry these haven't been very, uhm, very good answers so far.

ADI Apartment Complex

[henchgal]

[Meredith actually lives in B1, not far at all from Mirabel, so she's easy to find. She's walking back to the apartment with a handful of grocery bags, her other hand holding onto a cane that's for balance and stability. She's still wearing work clothes--coat unbuttoned over a blouse and pencil skirt, loafers on her feet.]

I'd be glad to answer questions, if you help me carry. I need to get off my feet sooner rather than later.

[nonmagical]

Oh - of course!

[Mirabel reaches for the grocery bags, lifting them up while still talking.]

It's just that I'm new here and I'm trying to find out more about this place, so I can get home as soon as possible!

[henchgal]

Wanting to get home is good and all, but at this point I've been here for six months with no real progress on that front. Don't expect it to be a quick thing.

[She walks Mirabel toward the back patio door of B1; there's an advantage to being on the ground floor and it's coming in the back like this.]

But go ahead with your questions.

[nonmagical]

You've been here for six months?

[That's... not a good thing. Mirabel doesn't want to be here for six months, away from her family. But she quickly shakes it off, even though it lingers in the back of her mind.]

Can you tell me more about this town itself?

Apartment complex

[musicdied]

[Yelena's just coming in from a run, cheeks flushed and several strands of her high ponytail clinging to her neck, when she comes across Mirabel. She inclines her head slightly in greeting in response to the wave, but it's the request that makes her pause, head canting slightly. She pulls her earbuds out, the tinny sound of a guitar riff so faint as to be almost inaudible, as though she'd had the volume turned low even before encountering anyone.]

All right. I have a little bit of time to answer questions.

[nonmagical]

[Mirabel kinda wants to ask what she has in her ears, but she's gotta stay focused. Gotta get her and her uncle home as soon as possible.]

I'm trying to do some research on how to get home - I just got here a few days ago, but I'm not really sure where to start.

[musicdied]

[Yelena studies the girl for a moment, then shakes her head slowly.]

You are not going to find many concrete answers about that here. The rest of us are also from another world - if we knew how to get home, we wouldn't have stayed.

[A brief pause, and then she amends:]

Most of us would not have stayed.

[nonmagical]

Well, I kinda have to get home - my mom and dad would freak out if they found out I was taken to another world, soooo...

[What she says... doesn't sound too good though.]

How long have you been trying to get home?

Around town

[canofmanji]

[The one armed, one eyed 18th century samurai couldn't agree more with Mirabel that his smart phone seems a bit overrated. He grunts in agreement.]

Weird is probably a good word for it. Then again, I guess you'd want a weird holder for a weird thing.

[nonmagical]

Is it for decoration? I don't really like it... then again, we don't have phones like this back home.

[canofmanji]

I don't have any phone back home. I thought it was suppose to be for protection, but maybe it's more for decoration? [He pulls out his smart phone that already has it's screen smashed to pieces. He may have gotten annoyed by it at one point.] Or maybe it's to muffle these things. They're so loud!

[nonmagical]

I'm not sure what they're for, but I know I don't want one of those - at least. They don't... look right.

Apartment Complex

[the_archivist]

[Jon's just getting home from work when he's stopped by someone. He pauses at the door and turns to look at- good lord, she looks young. A teenager?]

Ah, of course. Please, go ahead.

[nonmagical]

[She's definitely a teenager. She's not exactly prepared with questions, but she's going to try learning whatever she can.]

Can you tell me about the ADI? Are they like, shady? Or are they really going to help us get home?

[the_archivist]

They can be both.

I don't think they're lying when they say they want to help us. But I definitely don't think they're sweetness and light.

[nonmagical]

So basically don't 100% trust them, right?

ADI apartments

[worthallthis]

[The large man with the long hair, multiple layers of long-sleeved shirts, and gloves gives her a blank look for a beat, like he didn't understand her at all. Then he blinks once and responds in fluent Spanish:]

Yes. What do you need you know?

[Look, it's only polite to use a person's native language if you speak it, right? And anyone leading with "hola" and with an accent like that doesn't have English as their first language.]

[nonmagical]

[It's honestly such a huge relief to hear someone speaking in her native language. She defaults to Spanish as well:]

You speak Spanish?

[worthallthis]

I was taught a lot of languages.

[To his mild surprise, he finds he doesn't actually know the word for "programmed", that's kind of interesting. So she gets the less disturbing way of saying it.]

You are new.

[nonmagical]

That's really impressive! And yes, I am. I just arrived a couple of days ago.