[Waking up with little to no memory of how he got there is sadly becoming par for the course, for Souda. Even the welcoming care package is uncomfortably familiar. Oh boy.
Tugging his black beanie lower until it shades his eyes, he curls up in the weirdo cocoon and tries not to shudder while reading the pamphlet. So this place is "safe", huh? How safe could it possibly be if they have to explicitly state it's safe!?
If he's paranoid, it's well justified.
Hmm. Well, at least there's a map and money, even a phone-thing that he'll probably dissect at some point... He doesn't trust the necklace, but eventually puts it on.
It's his growling stomach that finally gets him moving. Making his way around the city, he warily investigates the various stalls and buildings, until he manages to find an approximation of the takoyaki he always enjoyed back home. The food makes him feel marginally better.
After a bit more investigation of the city, Souda re-reads the pamphlet for good measure, then figures he should introduce himself on what he assumes to be the main social network.
And thus, his pink-haired, pink-eyed, shark-grinned mug appears on the videophone screen.]
Helloooo Genessia. Did I pronounce that right? Name's Kazuichi Souda, atcha service! [There's a forced quality to his cheerfulness; in truth, he's feeling a bit lost.] I... guess, if anyone needs a mechanic, I'm your guy. Bikes, cars, planes, computers, phones, cameras, radios, robots... Ah, you get the idea; I can fix anything. It's my Talent!
So what do you guys do for fun around here?
Tugging his black beanie lower until it shades his eyes, he curls up in the weirdo cocoon and tries not to shudder while reading the pamphlet. So this place is "safe", huh? How safe could it possibly be if they have to explicitly state it's safe!?
If he's paranoid, it's well justified.
Hmm. Well, at least there's a map and money, even a phone-thing that he'll probably dissect at some point... He doesn't trust the necklace, but eventually puts it on.
It's his growling stomach that finally gets him moving. Making his way around the city, he warily investigates the various stalls and buildings, until he manages to find an approximation of the takoyaki he always enjoyed back home. The food makes him feel marginally better.
After a bit more investigation of the city, Souda re-reads the pamphlet for good measure, then figures he should introduce himself on what he assumes to be the main social network.
And thus, his pink-haired, pink-eyed, shark-grinned mug appears on the videophone screen.]
Helloooo Genessia. Did I pronounce that right? Name's Kazuichi Souda, atcha service! [There's a forced quality to his cheerfulness; in truth, he's feeling a bit lost.] I... guess, if anyone needs a mechanic, I'm your guy. Bikes, cars, planes, computers, phones, cameras, radios, robots... Ah, you get the idea; I can fix anything. It's my Talent!
So what do you guys do for fun around here?
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