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WHO: Regan Abbott [open]
WHAT: New Girl arrives in town, finds limited help, makes a couple new friends.
WHEN: September 28th, 2018 - Afternoon
WHERE: Genessia City
WARNINGS: talk of monsters, probably swearing, but nothing too terrible.

The first thing Regan did when she woke up and noticed the person talking to her was watch her surroundings very carefully. This person was clearly making noise, and noise wasn't a good thing where she was from. But when no monsters came, nothing tore the woman apart, Regan didn't exactly feel herself filling with any kind of ease at her situation. Her parents weren't here. Her brothers weren't. She'd been kidnapped, alone and without familiar faces.

Taking the money and the smartphone, tucking the stash of broken Cochlears in her pocket, and still moving cautiously, like she was still back home, Regan made her way to Genessia City. Barefoot and cautious, she moved from storefront to storefront, peering inside and watching all of the activity. And there was a lot, it was almost overwhelming. Her first stop was to an art supply store where, with help, she got her hands on a white-board and markers. She had yet to find anyone that used ASL and believe her, she'd been looking. Almost anyone that passed her had 'Can you help me?' signed at them quickly. Finally, with whiteboard in hand, she writes a simple message on it and holds it up, hoping it'll catch someone's eye.

'My name is Regan. I am deaf. Can you help me?' Surely someone had to be able to get her home, right? Or at least somewhere safe.

She pushed her hair out of her face with a frustrated huff, one hand still holding that sign and marker as she watched people come and go, bare feet firmly planted on the ground.

What the hell was going on?

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Peter was walking down the street when he spotted the girl with the sign. He read it, noting her frustration as he approached.

"Hey," he began, before realising by her written words that of course she can't hear him. Instead he held up a hand and waved to catch her attention although he was close enough now that she'd likely notice him anyway.

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Regan does in fact notice Peter and she's grateful he stopped. Erasing the sign quickly, she motions for him to wait a moment, the look on her face saying 'please'. She's expressive, and along with the silent request for him to wait, there's a look of worry and concentration as she writes quickly.

'Do you speak ASL?'

He frowns at the message. It takes him a moment to get it.

"Oh. Sign language?" He's aware he'd just done it again. Spoken out aloud.

He shakes his head, looking sorry about it.

He thinks to motion toward her board to use it himself to answer but he doesn't want to be intrusive. He was used to leaving his sister Charlie alone when she wanted her space and he doesn't even know this girl. She may take the gesture the wrong way.

I read lips. is the next message she writes, offering Peter a small smile. She even signs that part, just so he gets an idea of what that message looks like in ASL. But the next message she writes isn't signed. It's too much at the moment.

If you can read my handwriting, and you speak carefully and enunciate, we should be okay.

"Oh. Okay."

He pauses then adds, "I can write it too, if you need that."

Another hesitation before he finally asks: "Are you new? You need help?"

Regan nods more, writing on the board again, her expression one of dismay and stress.

Just woke up in that pod, Where am I? I didn't catch everything the woman said. I looked away.

So, she missed the opportunity to lip-read.

He waited for her to finish and look at him again before he spoke.

"I'm new too. I don't know that much... But this city is called Genessia. I think they give everyone a key for a free room. Did you get that?"

Ten is on one of his breaks; as he's caught up with work at the moment and out exploring and spots the girl from a-far and notices how she's being rather - cautious. The tall and lanky man in a blue pinstripe, long brown coat and red sandshoes approaches her. He seems friendly, with those big brown puppy eyes and smile.

Then it clicks when he sees that she's writing on a board and replies in human sign language;

Hello, Regan. I'm The Doctor. How can I help you?

She could throw the sign to the ground, she's so relieved to see someone else using sign language. Instead, she sets it at her feet and signs back.

Doctor? Doctor who?

He asked how she can help and she answers carefully, looking anxious and dismayed and worred.

I need to get home. But I was told that was impossible. Is that true?

Just The Doctor.

Then pauses for a moment and his expression more serious but still friendly and calming.

Why do you need to go home?

Doctor. Okay.

She's going to guess it's a nickname. And while part of her wants to ask how he got that nickname, there are far more pressing concerns and it shows in the way her shoulders tense and the expression on her face grows even more worried. Even her signing becomes a bit frantic and quick. She's upset and worried and she has very good reason to be.

My mother just had a baby. My father just died. It's just my mother and brothers back home. There are creatures that track by sound and if they find you, that's it. We know how to fight back, but they can't without me.

That explains the lack of shoes. Meanwhile, Ten keeps his calm, thoughtful and reassuring face.

They will be alright. Time moves differently between dimensions. And when you're randomly chosen to go back - that's when you'll return too. And I'm sorry. So, so sorry about your father

The sympathy in his eyes is quite obvious.

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Regan watches his hands and his face carefully, a small smile on her face about as sad as any kid her age can muster. The next bit is signed carefully, slowly so he understands the weight of it, complete with the right facial expressions to convey how hard this has been on her.

He screamed to get a creature away from my brother and myself, so we could get to my mother. But...how do you know time moves differently? How does that even work?

Ten returns with a weak smile that is before a very serious look. That hits very close to home; sacrificing one's self to save another. It's obvious that maybe those brown eyes have done that before too.

I've talked around. Well - People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually, from a nonlinear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff. And that's just in a single universe. When you start to add on the multiverse which is quantum mechanics - that would explain with numbers that how things work

I picture a ball of yarn when you put it that way, Regan signs, a sheepish smile on her face. I don't think that's what you meant, though.

[The Prince was getting the last of his things from the old Genessia apartments. This was it, it was going to be a move to the mountains. Which felt..too Nohrian for his taste, but at least there were chances of sunlight.

Quite melodic and poetic..the two families coming together, and how interesting that it had to be here. Walking with his backpack full of new clothes, wearing his new white suit he walked past Regan and perked at the sign]

Hm? Oh-my.

[Ryoma approached her and bowed a little, taking out his phone because HE WAS LEARNING GAIZ and texted] I am Ryoma. Are you new here? What do you need help with, Miss Regan?

[ Regan watches the man approach, looking him over warily and deciding he wasn't out to hurt her. No one had been so far, so there's that. But all these people were starting to unsettle and unnerve her. Still, she was okay enough to read what he writes and smiles up at him in gratitude before writing on her board and holding it up for him to see. ]

Ryoma.

[ She points at his name and, one letter at a time, shows him what each letter looked like in her language before pointing at him. R-Y-O-M-A.

Writing again; ]

My name is Regan.

[ Which she spells out for him, each letter signed carefully. She doesn't expect him to get it, but maybe it'll help him understand why she's writing.]

I just arrived. I got my key and the run-down, but I don't know what to do after getting to my room in the Commons. I'm thirteen, but they mentioned a job.

[ Her face, ever an expressive display of the emotions that went with her statements, is now one of what the hell am I supposed to do now? ]

[ ooc: had a run in with a charcoal smoker and idiocy, i'm good now, but it really messed with my tagging. ]

[Interesting. This was definitely one intelligent child. He was very impressed!]

Regan.

[Ryoma did catch on that he was writing this in his language] Ah- one cannot get a job here at that age, it seems.

[his face was all concerned, understanding of the little one's yearning for something. He always wanted to do more, even at a younger age than Regan]

Perhaps you would be interested in some schooling. Or, if not that, become an apprentice. Something to grow into, and you're proud of. What kind of things are you interested in doing?

Erik is still fairly new here himself, with no job yet to fill his time, so he's been doing a lot of walking. It works off energy, and is a good way to learn his way around this place. Since he's stuck here and all. He might as well know something about this place.

Because he's just wandering with no goal, he's paying more attention to his surroundings than he might otherwise. Which is why he notices someone who looks as lost as he did not that long ago. He has no more answers than he did then, but maybe he can help anyway.

He approaches her slowly, then holds a hand out for the white board and marker so he can write a reply.

Regan doesn't hand over the board. Instead, she writes her message and holds it up to him.

I can read lips if you speak carefully. Do you know sign language?

She's assuming no, but it never hurts to ask.

He shakes his head. "I don't." But he's okay with reading what she writes down. "Did you just arrive here?"

[Dumbledore is out and about, doing his usual wandering about Genessia when he spots a young girl holding some sort of sign. He wonders if it's for an event of some kind and then sees the message written across it.

He's had students who've used sign language before, but it was BSL, which might not be what she uses, and he doesn't think he knows it well enough to try communicating with it to begin with. Instead, he takes out his wand and casts a silent spell, and glowing letters light up in the air:]

Hello! I can help you, if you'd like. Did you just arrive here?

[ Mr Dumbledore, sir, you've impressed Regan into speechlessness.

Wordlessness?

Whichever. The point is? It takes her a long moment to even think about replying and when she does, she shakes her head to regroup and writes quickly. ]

I did. That was really cool. How did you do that?

[He smiles at that before twirling his wand again.]

Magic! I'm a wizard, so I have all sorts of spells.

If you're new here, I can help you if you need assistance.

[ A wizard. An actual wizard. Eventually, she'll wrap her head around this. For now, she's just going to find it amazing. She writes on her board again, giving the man a smile. ]

I had a lot of people help me so far. It's still really a lot to take in. How long have you been here?

Only a few months. I don't blame you if you feel overwhelmed. It's a very strange situation.

If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?

Emma didn't know sign language, but she knew lost and in need when she saw it; they were two things that she'd worn plenty when she'd been young. "Are you okay?" she asked, then paused, blinking a little when the young woman wrote on a dry erase board and showed her the message. "Oh."

Emma knelt down just enough that they were at eye level with each other and smiled encouragingly. "Hi Regan. Can you read lips?"

Regan looks at the woman and nods, smiling and writing on her board and holding it up for her to see.

I do, if you speak clearly and don't turn your head away.

"Okay, I think I can manage that," Emma replied with a smile, making sure to speak clearly and keep her face turned toward Regan. "My name is Emma Swan. I haven't been here for very long, but I'd like to help you if I can. Why don't you have shoes, honey?"

And there's the question she waits for with every person she talks to. A look crosses her young face, one that says this isn't a happy topic but she's going to answer anyway.

Looking down at her feet and then up at Emma, she writes for a moment or two, gesturing to Emma to please give her just one moment and before long, she has a message written.

There are creatures where I'm from that hunt by sound. Shoes are noisy. Noise is dangerous. Lethal. I haven't worn shoes in almost two years.

Emma waited patiently while Regan wrote, gave her a little smile as she leaned in to read the message--a smile that faded quickly as she read the rather horrifying reason for the girl's bare feet. "Oh," she murmured, mostly to herself, then turned her head to Regan and nodded. "That's a very good reason. I'm sorry, that sounds hard and scary. There are no monsters like that here," Obviously, given that people were talking, to her, "but there are things on the ground that could cut your feet. Glass, metal...I just worry you might get hurt. Do you think you could wear a pair of sandals?" Something that would protect the soles of her feet, Emma thought, without making her feel quite as constricted and awkward as a sneaker or a pair of books might.

Regan is taken aback by this offer and it shows in the way she stills and watches Emma with surprise and just a touch of gratitude. Emma was offering shoes, and Regan really can't remember the last time she wore shoes. All of the family shoes are lined up on the edge of the basement steps. Dusty and untouched and her old shoes probably wouldn't fit her at all.

So she nods, looking down at her bare feet and briefly marveling at how tough they've become, but also noticing that it's kind of cold here. She can't tell if it's getting colder or if it'll get warmer, but shoes would be good.

At the offer of sandals, she tilts her head a bit in thought before shaking her head.

Soft shoes. What time of year is it?

"It's heading into Autumn," Emma responded, smiling a little as she straightened up and laid her hand lightly on Regan's shoulder. "I'm partial to boots myself, but we can go try a couple different things on, figure out what's the most comfortable and what you like the best. Sound good?"

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