The general store at least seems to have STUFF, which is good since she’s STUCK here for who knows how long. So Zoey has no problem snagging a few things. Or would, if not for the conversational ‘hey’ coming from someone else already there. She waves back, a friendly little waggle of her fingers, as she heads into the store.
Only for whoever it was to apparently mentally go HANG ON A SEC WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU to himself.
“Brand-spanking,” is her answer to his question about her being new, with a grin. The population must be small enough where new faces stick out, she guesses. Or else she just SCREAMS newbie. Maybe a little of both. “I’m...” she trails off, because she doesn’t usually lead with ‘hey so I’m a seer and this place gives me the heebie fucking jeebies’, but this place gives her the heebie fucking jeebies. And something is WRONG with the seer part of her description. She can feel it. “Surviving, but I have a feeling that that’s prone to change at a moment’s notice in this place. It gives me the heebie fucking jeebies.”
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Only for whoever it was to apparently mentally go HANG ON A SEC WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU to himself.
“Brand-spanking,” is her answer to his question about her being new, with a grin. The population must be small enough where new faces stick out, she guesses. Or else she just SCREAMS newbie. Maybe a little of both. “I’m...” she trails off, because she doesn’t usually lead with ‘hey so I’m a seer and this place gives me the heebie fucking jeebies’, but this place gives her the heebie fucking jeebies. And something is WRONG with the seer part of her description. She can feel it. “Surviving, but I have a feeling that that’s prone to change at a moment’s notice in this place. It gives me the heebie fucking jeebies.”