Ouch...I must have been more tired than I thought...

[Karla's still fumbling with her packet, looking over everything. The fact that the packet left for her contains both info and a little money was quite odd. As if someone expected her to wake up here. Karla studies the radio now.]

So this thing...communicates with people? I don't even know what to say...

[Not the greatest conversationalist, is she?]

Who: Elsa and YOU!
What: Arrival
When: March 13th, daytime
Where: Genessia City
Warnings: None
Notes: Brackets or prose are both fine!

Elsa hasn't wandered very far from the archway that brought her into the city. She can still feel panic coursing through her at finding herself here, despite the pamphlet advising her that that's exactly what she shouldn't do. The location herself was only adding to her confusion - especially when she'd stepped out into the street and been nearly run down by some sort of horseless carriage - but the majority of her distress is with herself rather than her strange surroundings.

Her right hand is covered by a blue velvet glove, in which she clutches the walkie-talkie and the pamphlet that she found upon waking. Her left hand is ungloved, and Elsa clutches it to her chest, desperately trying to hide and cover it as best as she can. "Conceal, don't feel," she whispers to herself, trying to calm herself. "Don't feel, don't let it show."

In the Bay, the patches of ice that had appeared wherever she'd stepped in the shallow water are beginning to thaw. Elsa's one relief is that no one had seen her there as she despaired of herself and the power she's struggling to contain.