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[whowhatwhy]

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339 Brady Lane

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[For once she's actually outside, perched on a seat she's dragged out of the house to be in the shade of the open garage door since Quinn's filled the garage with his equipment, a folding card table at her side with a dozen different tubes of paint and a canvas propped up on a jury-rigged monstrosity in place of an easel.

She pauses in the middle of painting some twistedly nightmarish landscape, looking at him in a way that seemed like she was studying him. She huffs softly, her ears twitching forward.]

You know, I think you remind me of someone I've seen around town. You've got the same kind of smell to you. Must be from the same place.

[whowhatwhy]

[ Don't mind him- he's trying to make sense of so many things at once here. Most of the stuff in the garage is alien to him, and then there's Mika herself.

He stares for a moment before composing himself. ]

I... beg your pardon?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[She looks like she's used to the staring. She raps the end of her brush against her nose, as her fingers are coated with paint.]

You have a similar smell. Now that I think about it, it reminds me of a few people. Do you know a man named Anders? Or possibly Fenris?

[whowhatwhy]

I know Anders, yes. The other name only vaguely rings a bell, but it's possible we're all from the same place.

You can really smell that, can you?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

A little, the scent fades the longer someone's been stuck in this town. If you just arrived, you'll still smell like home. Also, sometimes the old scents flare up if any of us get something from home, like clothes or something similar.

[whowhatwhy]

Ah, I am fairly new here. Forgive me for staring earlier. I'm still getting used to the... diversity of the residents here.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[She laughs, her tail wagging in her amusement.]

I think after a year I'm a bit used to the staring. It's fine, honest. Not many people here come from places with natives that look like me.

[whowhatwhy]

Most things here are taking some getting used to, not just the people.

If I may- [ he motions to her painting ] Can I take a look?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

I can't disagree with that.

[She gestures to it, nodding a little.]

Of course. It'll be pretty weird though.

[whowhatwhy]

All things considered, I should probably practice taking strangeness in stride.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Then look as much as you like, I won't stop you.

[whowhatwhy]

[ He moves around to take a look, then, eyebrows arching. ]

Is this place your own creation, or somewhere you've been?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[She sighs, her ears drooping a little.]

A bit of both. I was there once, but...this is more like how I see it in my nightmares.

[whowhatwhy]

Not that I expect this to console you, since we hardly know each other, but I'm rather familiar with the sensation.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

It does a little, actually.

[There's a faint hint of a smile and a wagging tail.]

Most people just assume I'm insane.

[whowhatwhy]

Far be it from me to pass judgement on a first meeting.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

You're more forgiving than most people I've met.

[whowhatwhy]

I've had to learn the hard way. [ a dry chuckle ]

My name is Nathaniel.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Mika, Mika Whitepaws.

[Tailwags.]

Nice to meet you.

[whowhatwhy]

The pleasure is mine. [ a slight bow ]

I have to say you're quite the artist.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

I've had practice, but I could be better.

[Huffing softly, she eyes the canvas.]

It does give me a good outlet for the nightmares, though.

[whowhatwhy]

We all need something.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

And at least this something is better than nothing.

[whowhatwhy]

True enough.

... To backtrack a bit, is there anyone else here who... smells like they come from where I do?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Mmmmmm....

[She sniffs the air again as her eyes fall shut, as if memorizing his scent while she thinks.]

None that I know of personally...but...I think there was a woman they called Hawke. Might have possibly been another but no one that I know for certain. I didn't get to speak with Anders or Fenris very often, so I'm sorry.