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[unperturbed]

Who: Ginger
When: Day 1
Where: Ginger carriage

[Good morning, moms! How are you feeling? Scared and confused? Nauseous? Unhappy to be wearing leopard print right now? Well, at least you're not alone...]

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[unperturbed]

[noooooo... he's inwardly hoping she didn't notice. Down the stairs he goes, giving their living room a lookover.]

Is that door not working, either? Goodness. I wonder what happened.

[cadeuces]

( It's cozy, isn't it? There's already a chair with a nested blanket that says she's claimed it as her own, close at hand to the kettle on the old-fashioned swinging hook.

Forgive her for staring— those are ears. And not the type she's used to seeing. My. )

I'm assuming a power outage, as I've seen things that should rightfully be powered by electricity that aren't running. With no handles or locks, I imagine the doors were the same. The doors to our rooms seem easier to manipulate and likely lighter on security, but this one must go to the rest of the train. It was too heavy for me to move.

[unperturbed]

["Cozy" is a good word for the place. He doesn't seem to mind the staring, but then again he's also staring at everything (everyone) here. Those ears are moving the way one would expect a cat's ears to move, turning independently of his head to pick up sounds and whatnot.]

Doors powered by electricity... [that seems... it seems something, but he can't keep that train of thought up for long before it runs into a "I can't remember anything" wall.] Well. I'm sure we'll have it open soon enough, if we all work together.

[cadeuces]

I can certainly hope, otherwise we'll be having to have a go at the windows.

( Man look at those ears go. Definitely real. Fascinating!! )

Would you like a cup? It can at least help settle one's stomach. A bit of fuel to get us all on our toes will give us a chance to get to know one another, I hope.

My name is Angela. I'm a doctor where I'd been before.

[unperturbed]

[The windows... well, whatever works. He can't hardly complain about that one when he's the cat here.]

A... oh yes, thank you, Dr. Angela. [the nausea was somewhat put out of his mind thanks to All This, but now he's aware of it again. ugh.] I'm afraid I can't introduce myself properly, but... Peter over there was suggesting I use "Tiger" or "Leopard" for now. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[He starts to do a... curtsey? Or something? But then he abruptly remembers he's not wearing a skirt and. uh. is that even appropriate for this situation??? Maybe not. Never mind. Folding his hands instead, a touch embarrassed.]

[cadeuces]

( Are there even windows? Who's to say. Certainly not her, anyway. They've not had the chance to explore and she can't remember if her room did or not. She pours him a cup and hands it over carefully, towel along the underside as a buffer instead of a saucer. So it could warm their hands, still. )

Oh, no? Is it a secret? ( There's a spark of curiosity there in her eyes, as well as a bit of playfulness, thinking over the words. Tiger, Leopard... ) May I call you Leo, then? And the pleasure's all mine. Please just call me Angela.

( And you know, take your tea and sit, instead of trying to... what, bow, curtsey?? At her? She's hardly deserving, and the wry little smile and graceful tip of her head in a return gesture is all she can quite manage. )