1st Bark [Action] because who can read anyways journals are useless etc

[dogboy]

[With the influx of New Feathers, no one's probably noticed this boy rolling on the ground trying to bite his wings. In the snow. With only those bare amount of clothes. And failing. S'hard being a human.

Once he finds out he can't though, he's reduced to being cold and miserable and sticking by the edge of the forest near the school because he sees all these humans and does not want to interact with them, so obviously the best way to go about this is to wait until it's not so light outside and then go look for someplace warm. And to stay away from those people. Yes, perfect.

The journal's pretty much abandoned beside the tree he's pressing against in some effort of being warm there is a reason he has never gone any place cold in his canon and that is because he is 1. under-dressed for it and 2. from a tropical island. Good luck trying to talking to him or anything though, because he's pretty distrustful of anything remotely human.]

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[dogboy]

I'll just beat them up if they try anything, yeah.

[He's not that good without his brothers though.]

[antlioncyclone]

[...8C he is in for such a horrible surprise when the next experiment rolls around.

but such spirit!]

Is there anything else you need?

[dogboy]

[He's not too keen on exploring this place alone just yet (give him a few days), so he needs to know the necessities!]

Food?

[antlioncyclone]

There's a grocery store, like this one.

[here it's this way if you want me to show you]

[dogboy]

[Yes let's go we can grab all the meat we can eat and stuff!]

All free...

[antlioncyclone]

[Mewtwo snags a pear for himself.]

There are restaurants as well, where you order a cooked meal. I've been in one a couple of times.

[dogboy]

No money for those either? [Ummmm mango! Mangos are delicious! The ones back home are even better, but these are pretty chill too.]

This place may not be Utopia, but it's still pretty close. All that matters is if people treated Avatars like they were humans though.]

[antlioncyclone]

[headshake.]

Perhaps if someone made something themselves, they could "sell" that for something else that doesn't just appear. But we're supplied with everything essential for living.

[dogboy]

[... Yup definitely a little bit like paradise with a catch.]

Cool. [Picking out them tropical fruits, hell yes. But only a few because he's gonna go check out the meat in a few too.] Uh, anything else?

[antlioncyclone]

[Thinking, thinking.]

...The journal.

[wait. shit.]

Where did you wake up when you arrived?

[dogboy]

By that tree we met at. Why?

[He honestly didn't think two seconds about it because it was a book and he cannot read.]

[antlioncyclone]

It's important to have.

[I'll explain while we walk.]

It looks like a normal book when closed, but it's really a communication device. Everyone has one. If someone records a message on theirs, everyone in the village can see it. So you can ask questions, make announcements, call for someone when you don't know where they are...

[dogboy]

[Very well. He doesn't understand it that well, but he'll listen.]

So you talk into a book and everyone can hear it or whatever? That's weird.

[antlioncyclone]

You can send a message to one person directly, too.

It's more like a videophone, even though it's shaped like a book.

[dogboy]

What's a videophone?

[antlioncyclone]

A device in my world - a camera records the image of a person, and a microphone records their voice. And a screen displays another image, and speakers emit another voice. Two people, using videophones, can speak to one another and see the others' faces across great distances.

[dogboy]

[yyyuuuuup he doesn't get it. but it's probably one of those things you have to see to understand anyways, so while he's bothered by the fact he's too stupid to get it no one's pointing it out.]

... Okay.

[antlioncyclone]

It's easier to just see how it works.

[And there's the book in question!]

[dogboy]

[Let him just retrieve it then, flipping it open and-- holy whoa there are things on these pages. And the further he flips back, the earlier it gets? He guesses? From the numbers decreasing, anyways. Look this is like a magic spell okay, there is nothing like this back home.]

Wow. What's all this?

[antlioncyclone]

[Pointing at things! He covers the basics and goes to some random voice entry, showing how it plays the recording.]

[dogboy]

[Well that is fancy and cool. He'll definitely use the video and audio, but the writing's far out of his league.]

I don't think there was anything like this on Naraka... It looks easy enough.

[antlioncyclone]

Keep track of it. That one is yours to keep, and if you need someone to send a message to you it'll be through that journal.

[dogboy]

Got it. [He won't keep it on him all the time because a book's an easy thing to forget, but he'll try to remember most of the time! Probably stuck in the front of his jacket or something like that.]

Now is that all? When can we leave? [His mind already assumes the worst that they can't, but...]

[antlioncyclone]

...That's something that neither we nor the Malnosso control. It may be the world itself - people come and go at random. Some people stay for only a month or two. I've been here for a year.

[dogboy]

[That sounds horrible.]

So I could be here forever..?