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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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[This guy at least isn't objecting to the leopard PJs ~~(perhaps because he's already got a leopard look going)~~, he's leaving it on and throwing a coat+boots over it. Anyone standing out in the hall will witness him having a little trouble with the door, though. He'll get it open eventually, just... it takes a few separate heaves to force it all the way.]

[ yeah. no. shiro is not a fan. well, okay: recap. waking up in an unknown bed is never a good feeling ( not that he knows much about that, thank you ). waking up in an unknown room to an alarm blaring is a step closer to terrifying ( but actually, not that unusual ). but waking up in leopard print pajamas? that takes it.

~~also, it’s a bit snug. #holdstronglittlebuttons~~

grabbing the dead smartphone! not bothering to change ( where are the men’s clothes in that closet?? ) annnnd out of the room he goes. admittedly, a touch panicked and immensely concerned, but ultimately, curious and determined to map out the lay of the ship ( or whatever this is exactly ). so. off he goes to find –

oh. um. a person. in matching pajamas. n e a t. ] Hello? [ and with some more confidence – ] Hi. Do you need help with that?

[whoa, big stranger. so big. and they match!! this guy (who is like a full foot shorter than Shiro) waves at him through the small gap in the door.]

Hello and please and thank you!

( Goodness, that one must be stuck worse than hers had been. When she hears the struggling, she almost goes to help until it seems someone else beat her to the punch.

She'll peer from the foot of the staircase to see if they managed, having definitely ditched the pajamas. )

Is everything all right up there...?

Yes it is thank you de- ma'am!

[Calls down from upstairs, catching himself partway through. Why did he just start to call a grown adult "dear"........... he'll chalk it up to being generally confused. Anyway, once he's chatted with the rest of the slower guys he'll be heading on over there, too.]

( SHE HEARD IT, SHE HEARD THE DEAR... it's all right because she calls everyone dear too, so no offense taken. )

Well, there's tea down here if nothing else; perhaps we can figure out the door to the rest of the train together.

( Meaning she tried on her own and it was far more difficult than the ones to their separate rooms, and resigned herself to busywork. )

[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.

( 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.

["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.

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.

[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.]

( 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. )

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