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[nocawsforconcern]

Who: Enna and you!
What: Bird learns about gravity, and other such things.
When: The morning after CAH
Where: Around the station halls and living rooms! Mostly near the kitchen.
Warnings: None, probably?

[After the events of last night's game, Enna is wandering the station, a notebook and pen in hand. She's scrawling things in the notebook and muttering aloud to herself.]

"Other worlds are shaped like balls"... Something called 'gravity' stops them from falling off... One of them is named Earth, and it has a country called "Japan", with something called a "Toaster" that toasts bread, and is not for fucking...

Red fluffy ponytail girl doesn't understand sex jokes... Brown-hair girl can change sexes at will and a fetish for multiple Akiras. Two Akiras. Boy Akira has a face that isn't soft unless he's wearing glasses. Gotta make signs for them...

[... yeah. CAH was a thing. Also notable is what she's wearing: A tiara, on top of a crown, on top of her hood, on top of two more tiaras. She's pretty happy about this.

As a note, she's not going to be seeking out anyone except Akiras, but considering her mutterings as she writes and reads, it's... probably worth checking out.]

Comments

[hairpincurves]

... Pardon?

[Oh look, it's one of the Akiras, she was heading towards the kitchen, but hearing Enna mutter her name makes her pause.]

[nocawsforconcern]

[...!

Enna looks up, and immediately just. Looks between her notebook and Akira.]

Glasses... And...

[... reaches up and starts poking Akira's cheeks.]

Soft face. You're an Akira!

[hairpincurves]

One of the two, yes.

[If nothing else, she doesn't seem too bothered by her cheek being poked--in fact she seems almost amused.]

Did you want something, miss?

[nocawsforconcern]

Not "miss". Enna! I'm Enna.

[She's. going to start scribbling in her notebook again. There's a very shitty sketch of Akira now.]

... Which Akira are you?

[whatsmytalentagain]

[CAH certainly was a thing alright.

Rantaro's still wearing the golden bangle Enna gave him, except it's on his wrist instead of perched on his head. He really does appreciate this generous gift, but that's just a minor detail when the conversation Enna's having with herself seems to be focused on what she's learned the night before.

Tap, tap. He's gently tapping her shoulder to get her attention here.]

[nocawsforconcern]

--! Oh! You're..

[wait

wait, she starts flipping her notebook to a blank page and scribbles before holding it up.

"You're the sign-writey guy!"

... it's a good thing intent-based translation functions in writing because her writing is most definitely not in any Earth language.]

[whatsmytalentagain]

[Hang on, let him just pull up a hologram from his smartwatch and start typing.]

Rantaro Amami. Sorry I never got around to properly introducing myself until now. Also, you don't have to do that too.

[have_hat_will_travel]

That game is a terrifying thing.

I'm still not fully convinced Texas isn't a drug.

[nocawsforconcern]

Oh. Who are you?

[flipping through her notebook...]

[have_hat_will_travel]

Oh, uh, I'm Pidonus. I was in for... A few rounds before I had to slip out.

Wish I coulda stuck around longer.

And... Yeah, the game gets really odd really fast. And occasionally brings up things that wig people out.

[sendintheclown]

[That’s a very pretty crown, Enna, really. So pretty and so right there that it should really come as no surprise that a familiar red hand would appear from the blue and-

yoink

Or, rather, it is an attempt to yoink, but Gogol’s excitement leads to it being more along the lines of “batting it off her head like a shitty cat”.

Still, the effort was made.]

[nocawsforconcern]

[Well.

In one hand, she's grabbing the crown as it falls.

In the other hand, she's holding one of her knives and slashing at that hand.]

[sendintheclown]

[The first sign that Enna’s caused injury is the horrid, rubbery squeak that comes straight from the hand.

The second is the shriek that comes from Gogol only a short distance behind her, hat seemingly dropped on the floor, clutching his wrist dramatically.]

AHHHHHH!

[Then, the third is the thud as Gogol falls onto the floor, hunched over, pressing his arm to his chest in unimaginable pain.]

[nojohnyouare]

[Mai just stares, slowly drinking tea.]

...A lot to discover, then.

[nocawsforconcern]

Too much. Why are other worlds so complicated?

[nojohnyouare]

Yours sounds complicated to others. A flat world. Constellation magic.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Oh, my god, who's using a toaster for fucking?! [Here's a Leo, suitably horrified that those words came out of her mouth.]

[nocawsforconcern]

It was on a card?

[she's helping]

[motherfucking_ghost]

A...card...? Like a holiday card? 'Wish you were here fucking toasters with me'???

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

If... if you still have questions about some of the cards that came up during the game, I can try and answer them.

[Some of her mutterings are mildly concerning enough to make Poe pause and focus his attention on Enna. Unlike during CAH, Poe has Karl with him this time on his shoulders.]

[nocawsforconcern]

Person?

[WHAT'S KARL she's looking at poe]

Oh, right. You were at the game. Uhhhhh.... Caw.

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

[Karl is a very good raccoon who chitters at Enna in greeting.]

C-caw?

[It's... not the worst moniker he supposes.]

My... my name is Edgar Allan Poe.

hope you don't mind a late tag in?

[wearmyface]

[All she wanted was something to eat before heading out to the beach, but the muttering-

Either the organic lost its mind (likely, given the lack anything to do that's not repetitive), or something happened.] What are you muttering over?

NEVER

[nocawsforconcern]

New person. New person?

[Squints...]

Learning. Took notes. Weird game.

[wearmyface]

I've been here about twenty planetary days. [Give or take.]

Weird covers many things. What sort of game?