[Video]

[The young woman on the screen is awkwardly trying to hold her belongings -- the box she woke up with, the communicator in her hands, and what seems to be a fistful of weeds? Wildflowers? She's also got a backpack on her shoulders with a few farming tools sticking out of the back, and an empty watering can hangs from the dirt-smudged apron around her waist.]

Hello. My name is--Oop!

[There goes the box from under her elbow. It clatters to the ground, but nothing appears to be broken. She blushes, but she's still smiling.]

My name is Annie. I'm one of the farmers from Oak Tree Town. How do you do?

[She bows, and her tools clank noisily.]

Thank you for the kind welcome. I'll be staying in the Commonspace for the time being while I sort things out. ...Just a moment.

[She stoops to pick up her box, she wouldn't want to forget it there and have it turn into LITTER.]

That's better! I'd like to meet everyone in person later, if possible. I've lived in a city before, so this is a little nostalgic. But my heart is the heart of a farmer, so give me a little time to work and earn enough to buy a new farm, and you'll be treated to some of the best crops and fresh milk and eggs you've ever tasted!

[Annie bows her head and beams cheerfully, then goes to turn off the feed. Before the screen goes blank, the box drops out from under her elbow again.]

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[Action]

[She's searched high and low for a shipping bin to drop her foraged weeds and wildflowers into for some extra cash, but there doesn't seem to be anything like that. The wildflowers she can give as gifts, but not many people like weeds. She hates to just throw them away when they can be made into fertilizer, but without her processing machines, they're just going to take up space in her bag. Luckily, cities have garbage cans on every block, so she throws the weeds away and dusts her palms together to wipe off some of the dirt.]

[Then she's running through the city, greeting every person she sees, especially if she notices they're wearing a pendant.]

Hello! I'm Annie, nice to meet you. I just arrived!

[That should be obvious. She still has the smell of the countryside lingering about her, of freshly dug earth, cut grass, and warm hay. She's still got the dirt of her farm on her apron and under her fingernails, as well as caked on the soles of her big brown leather shoes. But even if she isn't pristine and sparkling clean, there's a natural warmth in her shining hazel-gold eyes, and a robust health in the rosy color of her cheeks.]

I hope you like wildflowers. I picked a few while I was looking around.

[Never from any public fixtures or in people's yards, but she did find some growing loose on the park grass and in vacant lots. Without waiting for a response, she thrusts one such flower forward as a gift.]

What's your name? When is your birthday?

[In some trashy abandoned alley in Genessia City is a crouched sleeping bandaged guy with dirty black hair in a worn out, blood stained hoodie. He hugs his scythe to himself, falling onto a half-eaten bag of chips like a pillow. Behind him, a jittery, unsettling shadow jerks around, approaching the sleeping Zack, until it looms over him and finally reveals its face. Blank, sad eyes stare from a smushed face with horns at her best friend and she brandishes the knife she stole at some point-]

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!

[Zack flips back and kicks the doll brutally into the concrete, pointing his scythe as the doll picks up one of her legs.]

I told you not to fucking do that you sick bitch! Stop tryin', come on. I'll find you a better leg. One made of metal, then you'll really be able to kick ass! But not as much as me. [The doll seems pleased by this and hobbles over to his phone to start dragging it back to him.]

Still don't get how you're walkin' and talkin', but whatever. Oh yeah. I guess this thing's important, or some shit, huh?

[He scoffs into the screen and pockets it, unaware he never turned it off.]

{ action/around the bay }

( It was downright perturbing the way the awoke. Trapped in a silver coffin and caked in her own blood. In fact, she still couldn't quite believe it, even as she listened to the words of the hologram and perused the literature in the envelope. She didn't want to.

It was a cruel joke, certainly. Or a dream. Perhaps she might even be dead. Not likely, though. She would remember such a thing, even considering that she did just come out of a war.

But, as Integra always does, she would have to the most of it. Keep a stiff upper lip and move forward. So, she does. One clank of her boot after the other, as she staggered along out from the cavern and into the twilight engulfed bay. )

{ video }

( One shower and some much needed rest later, she had determined that no, this wasn't a dream. She's made a mental note to skewer whomever compelled her to this world later, but for now, she needed to find a way to thrive in this place. Learning to use the device was simple enough (as it was not terribly advanced from the technology in her world,) and the flicked on the screen. )

Good afternoon. My name is Sir Integra Hellsing, and I've only just arrived. I'm searching for a tutor of sorts, someone experienced in cooking, and I'm willing to compensate for their time.

( Exactly how, she hasn't determined yet, but... details. )

With that in mind, I'm looking to see what jobs are available. I'm an experienced combatant with training in both bladed weapons and firearms.

( She's not about to demand any kind of leadership position, but it's clear she carries a certain gravitas to her words.

With that, the feed flicks off. )