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She Works Hard for the Money [Active/Open]
Character(s): Lottie, open
Content: Miss LaBouff starts collecting "money" from around town.
Setting: Paixao Central Station...specifically, on the train heading east.
Time: Afternoon, Week 21
Warnings: None
Despite her earlier hysterics, Lottie adapted to her situation with surprising ease. It helped that Tiana was here, certainly...though the business with Prince Naveen plum forgetting about all that had happened and somehow being a frog again was pretty troubling. Still, the perky debutante was nothing if not optimistic and she'd taken to the strange circumstances with the excitement and curiosity of someone who clearly lived in the present.
She was presently settled into a train heading southeast through the city. Humming quietly to herself, she sifted through the worn cloth bag on her lap, picking up and inspecting various bits and bobs she'd collected during the morning hours. How strange that the people around here would just let anyone take off the fake flora and fancy decorations all around, but Lottie wasn't going to complain. Lottie had a plan.
She was going to spend the next few days going around the city, collecting currency of any kind she could find. Once she had a nice fat stockpile of them, she'd be able to rent a nice little place and get situated properly. It was a shame Tiana already moved into a nice little apartment with some new friends, though...for a moment, as she looked out the train window to the world outside, Lottie wondered if she might be lonely.
Content: Miss LaBouff starts collecting "money" from around town.
Setting: Paixao Central Station...specifically, on the train heading east.
Time: Afternoon, Week 21
Warnings: None
Despite her earlier hysterics, Lottie adapted to her situation with surprising ease. It helped that Tiana was here, certainly...though the business with Prince Naveen plum forgetting about all that had happened and somehow being a frog again was pretty troubling. Still, the perky debutante was nothing if not optimistic and she'd taken to the strange circumstances with the excitement and curiosity of someone who clearly lived in the present.
She was presently settled into a train heading southeast through the city. Humming quietly to herself, she sifted through the worn cloth bag on her lap, picking up and inspecting various bits and bobs she'd collected during the morning hours. How strange that the people around here would just let anyone take off the fake flora and fancy decorations all around, but Lottie wasn't going to complain. Lottie had a plan.
She was going to spend the next few days going around the city, collecting currency of any kind she could find. Once she had a nice fat stockpile of them, she'd be able to rent a nice little place and get situated properly. It was a shame Tiana already moved into a nice little apartment with some new friends, though...for a moment, as she looked out the train window to the world outside, Lottie wondered if she might be lonely.
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The only problem was that she couldn't actually fit on the trains as a Na'vi. Too tall for the cab, too big for the seats. So she'd taken to wandering around on foot. And it wasn't so bad. Made things interesting just to see what she had to duck under and what she didn't.
Currently, she was waiting for one of the trains to pass by so she wouldn't risk tripping over it further down the line. That was another thing she'd learned: memorize the train route times or trip over them when they passed. She was somewhere east of central station, though she wasn't entirely sure where as she hadn't bothered to look at a map for a couple of minutes, when the train approached. Time to play the waiting game. With luck, this one wouldn't be too long, even with the next stop not very far away.
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(Okay, so maybe they had large blue things, if blue was allowed to shade into purple, but it wasn't really like behemoths stood upright. Or wore clothes.)
"...the hell?" he couldn't help but murmuring.
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There was a moment's hesitation -- was the creature hostile? -- but Lottie was clutching her bag and bouncing off the train in a matter of seconds. She was so excited and curious that she dropped her bag, the jewels and metals scattering over the station's pavement. "Shoot!" she shouted, pouting as she knelt to gather her money.
"Excuse me? Lil' blue cat animal thing?" Lottie called out to Grace, hoping to deter her long enough that she'd be able to catch up.
derp
That wasn't a particularly pleasant thought and Grace was about to move around the train when she noticed someone semi-close by gathering up things from the pavement... and then calling out to her.
Certainly there were worse things to be called, but a blue cat thing was not on Grace's list of nice nicknames... Nevermind "little." Rolling her eyes inwardly, she turned around and placed a hand on her hip.
"Can I help you?" she asked, looking waaaaaaay far down at Lottie.
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Still, he was less interested in new things than Lottie was, and if he made less of a hurry to get to the whatsit from the the train station that was only to be expected. It wasn't really going anywhere - or so he hoped.
Unfortunately, his late arrival meant that he missed both Lottie's comment as well as Grace's answer, but no problem. He could wait for a bit easily enough.
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Before she even gave Grace a chance to answer her rapid-fire questions, Lottie bounced up from the pavement, her bag full again, and gasped. "Oh! Where are my manners! You must think I was raised by wild people or somethin'!" She curtsied elegantly, smiling sweetly. "My name is Charlotte LaBouff. You can call me Lottie, though!"
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As it was, Grace waited impatiently for the woman to finish her rambling. If this had been any of Grace's subordinates, she would have cut them off and told them to stop complaining. But, unfortunately, it wasn't. So she survived through it all and managed to remember everything she was asked.
"I'm one of the Na'vi race, and my name is Tirea. We're not monstrous, just big. It's part of what evolution gave us." She glanced at the man again and wondered who he was. "I was just exploring the area. I haven't been to this side of the city yet."
Maybe the man would chime in with his answers, too, to take the pressure off Grace.
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He'd mostly left that to the science department.
"Pretty damn lucky evolution, if you ask me," he spoke. "An' pretty damn inconvenient for a place like this. Guess they never thought outside th' box enough to imagine anything bigger'n a person."
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She turned towards Cid, swinging the bag over her shoulder with surprising force (and barely missing Grace at that) and placed her hand on her hip. "I recognize you! You're the gentlemen that talked to me on the doohickey! You didn't believe me when I said I saw a woman flyin' all on her own." She gestured towards Grace meaningfully.
"A city full of oddities, I believe you said?"
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"When everything else is at the very least twice your size and wants to kill you, you better damn well hope evolution's given you everything you need to survive," she retorted with a smirk. People never did get over seeing a Na'vi.
"It actually works out nicely here, but I'll spare you the lecture."
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Which was a far more important fact in a city where he could barely see the sky much less actually get something up there. If someone had managed what he couldn't he wanted to know about it, mostly so he could try and replicate it. Hell, he might even manage to improve on the damned thing.
"An' that ain't an oddity. It's a divergent evolutionary path," he added, before turning back to Grace herself.
"Hell, I've killed things twice my size an' I ain't even got whatever evolutionary advantages you've got in that thing. It ain't like killin' shit's hard."
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She flipped the fan open and fluttered it lazily over her face, a smile curving her bright pink lips once more. "Now, Tirea, Mister...uh...you there, why don't you both join me for a late breakfast where you both can thrill me with your talk of evolutionary divergences and what not." She jiggled the bag of currency and batted the long eyelashes framing her blue eyes.
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"As long as the place can handle a big blue thing like me," Grace answered before glancing at the man with a smirk. "So, Hotshot, are you going to tell us your name or will you forever be the 'Mystery Man?'"
ffffff I thought I'd answered this, orz
"Cid Highwind," he answered with a grin. "And I ain't gonna say no to a late breakfast."
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"I cannot imagine they'd have a problem servin' you, Tirea. Why, just the other day, I saw a huge furry beast like creature with horns! And of course, I've hear rumors 'bout demons and gods and monsters and what have you, so a lovely blue cat thing like yerself shouldn't hardly be a problem. And if it is? Well, they won't take my hard-earned money, no, ma'am! Mr. Highwind'll just glower at 'em and I'm sure they'll seat us right away! You've got what Daddeh used to call the stink eye, Mr. Highwind, and if I do say so myself, it seems quite a useful tool in the right hands."
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"You'd have to stand in line for after I'm through with them," Grace informed them both as she walked towards the cafe and entered. It was difficult having to bend so far over just to get inside a place, but she managed. Good thing the Na'vi bodies were so flexible, but she was almost walking on her knees while hunched over and that just hurt. Once she was back up, she glanced around for a seat that would hold her weight. Lucky her. One was off in the corner and she made note of it.
"Do you talk this much at home, Lottie?" Not to be rude, though Grace usually was in general. She was curious.
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"As long as they get paid, they don't seem to have much of a problem," he offered, with a vague shrug.
Not that he wouldn't do his best to defend the lady's honor if he was called upon to do so. He had his spear, and if nothing else he could damned well swear them into submission. After all, it had worked before - sometimes. And it wasn't like trying it would hurt anything.
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As they entered, Lottie happened to set her eyes on the same table Grace had. She lead them toward it, stopping short at the question. The idea that she talked anymore than usual perpetually took her by surprise, even if it'd been pointed out to her several times over the course of her life. "Oh! Am I talkin' a lot?" She glanced to Cid, fluttering her eyelashes with a sheepish smile. "Must be because you two are so quiet. Now don't you two let me jaw yer ears off! You chime in anytime you want!"
She stood to the side of her chair, unconsciously waiting for Cid to slide it out from under the table as she was accustomed to.
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Ignoring Lottie completely for now, she stared at the chair before gingerly sitting down. It looked large and sturdy enough to hold her and so far it was. She'd have to make sure it didn't die on her halfway through the meal.
Noticing that Lottie was still standing, she looked up at the woman with a smirk on her face. "You can sit down. The chair's not going to bite, you know."
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Okay, so he'd had a hell of a lot worse as far as injuries went but dammit, couldn't she manage to keep an eye on where she was swinging that thing? It was like there was all that much room around the place.
"Course you haven't," he grumbled. "It's the goddammed first time for any of us and it ain't like the place advertises."