for mayfield_rpg

[xerxesalchemist]

A. Action for housemates: [Congratulations. You're an adult female and suddenly have someone not a drone in your bed.

Or you're a kid in this house, and you've got a new dad wandering though the house, confused and in his pajamas.]

B. Action for anyone: [Is that Edward Elric, walking (slightly lost) down the street wearing some default adult male clothes? NOPE. Chuck Testa. Probably not, he's too thin, and the expression isn't right.]

Comments

[xerxesalchemist]

[Well, that was easier than expected.]

Sure. That'd be great!

[handsforhealing]

[ Maybe for him, but Winry's hair is still standing on end as she points down the street with nervous movements. ]

This way, then. I guess I should start with showing you the grocery store and all.

[xerxesalchemist]

... the what?

[handsforhealing]

Theee grocery store...? Where you buy food? Do you not have one where you're from..?

[xerxesalchemist]

Like... a market? [Except there's really a difference there, he can tell, even if he doesn't know what the difference is.]

[handsforhealing]

Yeah, like a market! It's a big building that sells food, and sometimes other things as well. But it's not always as fresh as a real market would be, I guess. You'll see when we get there!

[xerxesalchemist]

Guess so.

[Yeah, he's gonna have to see this to believe it.

Right now, though, he's looking around, interested in, well, pretty much every single thing in Mayfield. Absolutely nothing looks like it did back home. The only even slightly familiar thing were the people (people are people, no matter what), but they're still all foreigners, no one with Xerxian hair or eyes.]