Kitty stumbles out onto the street and immediately swings around, exclaiming in an annoyed suppressed half-shout, "Eärendil, I've told you that isn't-", funny, she wants to say. But there is nobody behind her, nobody that she knows at least. The person that she is glancing up at is definitely not the elf that likes to see if he can set her off balance, but a stranger.
...What.
She backs up immediately, a hand going under the the dark dirty-grey coat that she is wearing which conceals almost everything else about her, ready to grab one of the weapons hidden there.
And probably bumps into the next person. Which will make her jump and dart out of the group in a hasty zigzag, deeper into the alley in search of some kind of advantageous place. Which ends up being the half-dissolved box, that really offers no advantages at all but at least feels like one.
Only then does she properly look, both at the other people in the alley and the door.
[Feel free to interrupt her at any part of this and/or be one of the people she bumps into/yells at]
B. Trick and Treating
She's stressed about the situation. Stressed out about how everything is so wrong, so dull. How there seems to be no AR at all, how she can only see half of what she can usually perceive even without the help of her contacts.
But that doesn't mean that she can't join what all the other kids are doing. What better way to explore a place and figure it out than to join a native group that ambles about the area, talks amongst each other and is let on people's property? Malicia told her about this, so she even has an idea as to what is going on.
It was easy enough to pretend that her "parents" approve of her going out but both work tonight, sadly, and asked her to find a group of kids so her trick and treating would be safe - you see, she only moved to the area recently...
And this is kind of fun. She's found that with added sunglasses, that a mother quickly procured for her, she looks somewhat like some movie character that was popular when the woman was a teenager - a great costume, even though your coat should be black, she said, and let me help you with your hair... yes, see, I know it's hard without your mom helping - so she can blend right in.
And it leaves her with candy, so what more could anyone want?
The observant looker-on will notice that one of the children in this group of trick-and-treaters looks disoriented and will prod at about every decoration while she thinks that no other member of the group is looking. And stare at pieces of infrastructure. She's also uncannily quick and dextrous when it comes to fishing the best candy out of the pot when the horde of children makes a grab for it.
She goes with two different groups in somewhat distant from each other areas and then bids the second group farewell, walking around the corner and then another before stopping and looking around for a good place to sit and examine her loot. And think about what she's learned. No need to pretend that she is going home anymore now that there are barely any people out in the streets.
...An opportunity to wash out the styling gel that the woman used to slick her hair back would be greatly appreciated, too. She reaches up and makes a face when her fingers touch the gooey mess that her hair has become now. Ew.
[Again, you can encounter her at any point of this. :3]
Kitty | new arrival, ota
Kitty stumbles out onto the street and immediately swings around, exclaiming in an annoyed suppressed half-shout, "Eärendil, I've told you that isn't-", funny, she wants to say. But there is nobody behind her, nobody that she knows at least. The person that she is glancing up at is definitely not the elf that likes to see if he can set her off balance, but a stranger.
...What.
She backs up immediately, a hand going under the the dark dirty-grey coat that she is wearing which conceals almost everything else about her, ready to grab one of the weapons hidden there.
And probably bumps into the next person. Which will make her jump and dart out of the group in a hasty zigzag, deeper into the alley in search of some kind of advantageous place. Which ends up being the half-dissolved box, that really offers no advantages at all but at least feels like one.
Only then does she properly look, both at the other people in the alley and the door.
[Feel free to interrupt her at any part of this and/or be one of the people she bumps into/yells at]
B. Trick and Treating
She's stressed about the situation. Stressed out about how everything is so wrong, so dull. How there seems to be no AR at all, how she can only see half of what she can usually perceive even without the help of her contacts.
But that doesn't mean that she can't join what all the other kids are doing. What better way to explore a place and figure it out than to join a native group that ambles about the area, talks amongst each other and is let on people's property? Malicia told her about this, so she even has an idea as to what is going on.
It was easy enough to pretend that her "parents" approve of her going out but both work tonight, sadly, and asked her to find a group of kids so her trick and treating would be safe - you see, she only moved to the area recently...
And this is kind of fun. She's found that with added sunglasses, that a mother quickly procured for her, she looks somewhat like some movie character that was popular when the woman was a teenager - a great costume, even though your coat should be black, she said, and let me help you with your hair... yes, see, I know it's hard without your mom helping - so she can blend right in.
And it leaves her with candy, so what more could anyone want?
The observant looker-on will notice that one of the children in this group of trick-and-treaters looks disoriented and will prod at about every decoration while she thinks that no other member of the group is looking. And stare at pieces of infrastructure. She's also uncannily quick and dextrous when it comes to fishing the best candy out of the pot when the horde of children makes a grab for it.
She goes with two different groups in somewhat distant from each other areas and then bids the second group farewell, walking around the corner and then another before stopping and looking around for a good place to sit and examine her loot. And think about what she's learned. No need to pretend that she is going home anymore now that there are barely any people out in the streets.
...An opportunity to wash out the styling gel that the woman used to slick her hair back would be greatly appreciated, too. She reaches up and makes a face when her fingers touch the gooey mess that her hair has become now. Ew.
[Again, you can encounter her at any point of this. :3]