"...Sparky?" It comes out like a question, but Toph would know Zuko's heat signature and those solid, confident steps anywhere.

Of course, she hadn't taken too kindly to waking up in a strange city, plopped in a puddle on a metal cradle. All of those welcome goodies were left behind -- didn't really feel like anything important and she couldn't read it anyway.

Toph points in Zuko's direction before grinning and course-correcting him. "Hey! What's going on, here? Where is this place?"

And then: whack, she jabs right up at his shoulder. Because hopefully all of her questions could be answered now, and a preemptive thanks is in order.

Running into Zuko meant having to trudge back and pick up all that junk that Toph had left in the Bay. Well, mostly junk -- the flimsy money was kinda nice to have.

She parts from Zuko eventually, to get a feel for the expanse of the city she can see spreading beneath her feet. As much as she appreciates the guidance a friend can provide, Toph wants to know if she can get up to a little trouble on her own. And she's not interested in learning how to use that video phone thing just yet, anyway.

For all intents and purposes, she looks like a lost barefoot runaway. Toph wanders around the city with ease that belies her complete lack of vision. Green and tan robes that are made for smooth movement (and could really use a thorough washing) adorn her stout form, leaving her to make confident steps to avoid collision.

Or, sometimes, to cause one. When she does bump into a stranger, it's a meek apology that squeaks out in a high voice, clutching at one of her feet. "Ohh, ouch! I'm sorry, I was trying to find 11th Avenue so I can find a friend of mine. Gee, are you OK?"

It's a good way to gauge how generally gullible a place is.

[ Once she got out of that place, pocketed the money and gave the pamphlet a brief skim, Emerald was out of there. If you get brought some place strange, the best thing you can do is get away from wherever they left you. There was enough money there to take care of herself, which she found a little suspicious. Who was honestly that helpful? There was a reason people learned to steal and it wasn't because people helped those in need if it put them out in the slightest.

Oh well. She'd find some place to spend it and get it out of her pocket and get some money she felt a little more comfortable with-- the kind she appropriated all by herself. That said, she wasn't afraid to ask for help of a different kind.

After looking around for a bit, Emerald approached someone who didn't look particularly attentive. ]

Excuse me, sorry. I'm new here. Do you know where I could find some place to sleep tonight?

[ She could blow the free money on a hotel stay and food, then pay for whatever she needed next with this poor sap. ]

[ Once Emerald got a little more settled in-- meaning, she went and found a nice little motel room, got herself a map from some corner store, and a little extra spending money in case she needed it-- she decided to see about this whole social network. It was kind of weird to be using something other than her own scroll, but it worked well enough. ]

Hello, I'm Emerald. Nice to meet all of you.

[ There was a brief wave of her hand. She doesn't know what's going on here and the best way to not make enemies is to not be a jackass (Mercury) so she's going to be playing nice and friendly for now. She does have a couple of questions though, the first of which involves her pendant, a shining green stone swaying and glittering in the room's light while she's holding it up to the video screen. ]

It sounds like we need these to identify us as real if the pamphlets are right. What happens if we don't wear them? It doesn't really go with my outfit.

[ Not her real reason for asking, but hey. Better than wondering why the hell they're all being required to wear necklaces like tracking tags. ]