An altercation had occurred between one of their group and a local merchant. Nothing major, the youngest girl, Miki, had simply attempted to purchase some fruit with earth currency and the merchant thinking it a bad prank had gotten annoyed. The situation had already been resolved by Isaiah from the looks of things, though it did raise the question of whether they would even safely eat this world's food. That was a worrying thought, yet another thing to freak out over, though in this case, one to freak out about later once the more pressing issues had come to pass. More worrying, at least as far as Ada was concerned, was the attention the commotion had drawn their way. The group looked a little out of place, to say the least, and that was before they'd drawn attention to themselves. Now that people had noticed them, people were beginning to look at the group, their gazes seeming to itch against Ada’s skin, working to redouble her internal panic. She really didn't want to be here any longer.
Locking eyes with one such passerby, Ada initiated a staredown with them, doing her damned best to unnerve him until only a few moments later when he turned away and left. Still, even if Ada had managed to scare off one stranger, in the short time it took her yo do so, two more had already come to take his place. Evidently, that plan wasn’t going to work right now, so Ada instead turned her attention back to the group's discussion.
There seemed to be a debate over whether the group should first try to find somewhere to stay or instead go and pawn their stuff off for money. Ada felt that she could probably make do in a warehouse for now, as Graham had suggested, she doubted she’d get much sleep whatever the case, but spending time in the slums of a random city in an entirely unfamiliar world struck her as a bad idea. On the other hand, making money seemed like the obvious choice, given they’d almost certainly need some sooner or later, especially if they wanted to find somewhere safer than some random city's slums to sleep, but with little knowledge of this world's money they were at risk of getting ripped off.
Actually, if the idea was to sell stuff they’d brought over from another world, was it really such a good idea to do so straight away? What if they attracted the attention of the fantasy mafia or something. Also if they needed an income maybe it’d be better to see if they could do something like licencing the designs for modern amenities out rather than just selling what they had and waiting for someone to beat them to the punchline. Actually, now that she thought about it what would the impacts of introducing modern technology to a fantasy world be? Surely that kind of thing could totally revolutionise the world. Then again if they weren’t careful with that kind of stuff Ada guessed they would be more likely to end up screwing this world up in the long run and even then that was assuming they didn’t garner the wrong attention and get themselves killed, which seemed even more likely. Well, just selling a few used pens probably wouldn’t result in anything quite that impactful, but even so, Ada didn’t really want to risk doing anything silly without thinking things through first.
Ada absentmindedly chewed on the tip of her thumb, muttering to herself as she did so, her mind spinning as she neurotically went through all the plans and questions she could think of in her head, pulling each and everyone apart for even the most minor of flaws, and somehow ending up with more problems and questions than when she’d started. Maybe if she had all the time in the world Ada could come up with the perfect plan, one without uncertainty or fault, but as usual, she didn’t, certainly not considering the fact that it was food and shelter on the line here. Yet, even so, Ada let her mind spiral further as she tried to find the perfect solution, the uncomfortable sensations she associated with panic rising in response.
“Huh?” It took Ada a moment to realise they’d been approached and snap free of her thoughts. The newcomers were a man and a woman, with red and white hair respectively, they seemed to be asking for directions to a place called 'Altifer's Artificing'. Obviously, Ada had no clue where that was, but maybe this was a golden opportunity, given these two were asking for directions it was possible that they weren’t locals, that’d probably limit what assistance they could provide a little, but more importantly, it might make it easier to extract help from them in the first place. Then again, on second thoughts, the strangers only served to add more unknowns so maybe it wasn’t such a good idea after all. Ada had just finished deciding to avoid the newcomers, when Andromeda stepped in and did the exact opposite, offering them assistance in finding their destination.
Realising that her plan of avoidance would no longer be viable, Ada decided to bite the bullet and commit to trying to get help out of these people. After letting out a nervous giggle, partially to calm her nerves and partially to psych herself up, Ada spoke up.
“Yep, we’re from far away, really far away!” Ada began, hoping to reaffirm Andromeda’s alibi for them not knowing anything.
“We don’t know the first thing about this place's culture, we don't have work and we certainly don’t have any food, money or shelter, but we’re happy to help!” Ada paused, realising only now that she’d still been doing her usual crazy person act, she doubted that she could speak her mind without it, but still acting like a loon in front of the people with the swords suddenly seemed like a bad idea. Changing her tune now would probably seem even odder though, so Ada opted to simply take a step away and hope her mannerisms wouldn’t offend the newcomers.
“Anyway, maybe if we help you, you could return the favour by pointing us in the right direction for acquiring those things? Especially food and shelter, we’ll probably need those soon...”@Vancexentan@addamas@KoL@Rithas
