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Duel 01; Video

[There aren't any questions about what this place is or what it's like. Utena's already gotten used to all of that. She does, however, have a question about something else that's been on her mind: employment. She flops on her new bed and turns on her device, and the network will see a zoomed in image of her eye before she stretches her arms and raises her communicator, showing her from the shoulders up]

So. The government gives us these jobs when we get here, right? But what do you do when it's something you're not cut out for? Like...

[Okay, recording like this isn't very comfortable after all. She stops and rolls over on her side, and adjusts the camera so it's focusing mostly on her face]

I'm supposed to be a teacher, sort of. Or maybe instructor is a better way to put it? ...anyway, I'm supposed to give fencing lessons now. And it's not that I'm bad at it, but...

[She bites her lip and glances away for a moment, uncertain of how much she should (or how much she even wants to) explain about the duels.]

Well, I'm not really used to "standard" fencing matches. I mean, I've fenced before, but the last time I did the rules were kind of weird, and as soon as I got used to it the game would change again. The only real advice I could give is, "hey, don't get stabbed," but that's not really good advice, is it? I mean, that's what swordfighting is all about, I guess, but...

[She sighs, and flops back on her pillow]

I'm not really sure what I should do about this. I still need to talk to them - the people who run the lessons, not the guys who gave me the job - but... I guess I'm just worried that they'll expect more from me than what I can give them. That they'll expect me to be some master fencer from a movie or storybook or something like that. Has anyone else had to deal with that? With their bosses expecting them to be something they're not, I mean.

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I wouldn't blame you, and it looks like there's a lot of stuff here that you can do. But were you really a servant back home? No offense, but you didn't really look the part earlier.

Well, I do now, don't I?

[Given that she's back in her old rags, the answer is more than likely to be a resounding "yes".]

[Well, Utena's not going to come out and say it, but her sheepish smile is answer enough]

You don't have to wear that stuff - not if you don't want to. I mean, your work's supposed to help people find jobs of their own, right? So they should be able to help them get workclothes. Or any clothes, I guess.

[Starting with you! Their new star employee. Probably.]

I'll have to wear either this or my ballgown until I can make some other clothing.

[Because she certainly doesn't know how much tailoring costs here, but if back home is any indication, it's expensive.]

You know, I have a box of hand-me-downs I got for helping someone downtown. They're not exactly "professional" clothes, but it beats just having a ballgown as backup. If you'd like, I can bring some over - oh! That reminds me. What city are you living in now?

That's very kind of you. Is there sometime I can do to pay you back?

[She doesn't mind second-hand anything - especially as she's used to her rags - but she doesn't just want to accept things without helping in return.]

I live in Nonah.

Don't worry about it! Seriously, there's more stuff in here than I could ever use. So really, it's helping me out, too. I can even bring it over now, if you'd like. It's not like I have anything better to do today.

[Well, far be it from Cinders to refuse help when she needs it.]

Thank you. Of course, you realize that I'm going to try and help you out, too.

I think I can handle that. I'll be over soon, okay?

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I'll put the kettle on.

[ooc: An action thread is fine!]

[It takes a while for her to get there. Porter access is always a hassle for people who aren't registered yet. But hey! She gets there, with a cardboard box in her arms that's nearly as big as her torso. She balances it in her arms, trying to keep it balanced, and bumps against the doorbell with her arm. It takes a couple of tries, but she gets it eventually, nudging it with the end of her elbow.]

[Cinders was busy cleaning up - call it a force of habit. So, naturally, it takes her a moment or two to get to the door, wiping the sweat from her brow.]

Oh, hello! Let me help you with that.

[She moves to take the box from the younger girl, stepping aside to let her in.]

[the box starts to slip out of her grip when she shifts away from the doorbell. But it's fine! She's got it, she's got it...

...actually, no, she doesn't. Luckily Cinders is there to scoop the box away, and Utena swallows her pride and hands it over.]

Thanks...

[She gives a sheepish smile and her face is more than a little pink. Utena recovers quickly, though, and while Cinders takes the box away she toes out of her shoes. She doesn't want to mess up that nice floor, does she?]

Anyway, I've got everything I need, so it's all yours! There's some shirts, some skirts... a couple of shoes, I think?

[It's stuff that's either too cute or a little too old fashioned for Utena's tastes, save for a pair or two of slacks that don't fit her quite right. Most of it is in pretty good shape for hand me downs, though there might be some signs of wear and tear that Utena missed when she was going through them.]

[Cinders gives a laugh as she takes the box, stepping aside so that Utena can step in.]

I should be thanking you.

[She smiles brightly, stepping gracefully into the living room so she can set the box down. The tea is ready by now, and Cinders pours it for her guest before bringing out a little tin of biscuits. These pre-packaged ones seem a little stale to Cinders, but it's not as if she's had time to bake since her arrival.]

Here. I hope this is to your liking.

[the smell of hot tea brings back fond memories, and her eyes light up when she sees the biscuits on the side. She's grinning like an idiot now, but she doesn't care. This is so familiar, so much like home, that she can't help but smile.]

I'm sure it'll be great. But where'd you get all of this, though? Was it something you guys had lying around?

[Or did she have to go on a shopping trip? She's not gonna lie, she still wonders how well Cinders is adjusting to a move to a more modern world. But they can talk about that over tea. Utena takes her mug and settles on the couch, blowing softly before taking a sip]

[Utena's smile is contagious, and Cinders has one of her own as she pours the tea, offering her milk and sugar, along with some biscuits. If nothing else, Carmosa has taught her how to be an excellent hostess.]

As a matter of fact, I'd picked up a few things, like the tea. But we already had the kettle, at least.

[She'd had a hell of a time figuring out the currency here, at least. But apparently, the novelty of having an Import in the shop outweighed the inconvenience. Cinders didn't understand what the flashing of lights around her was - nor why people were holding up those strange rectangular shapes in her direction - but she didn't like it.]

[Utena passes on the milk and sugar, but she takes some of the biscuits, and nibbles at the corner of one before sipping her tea. If they taste stale she doesn't notice.]

Mm - it sounds like you're getting the hang of this place. But do you know what else you need to see?

[Cinders sips her tea daintily. If nothing else, at least she has her manners here.]

Hopefully a place where I can begin to make some sense of all this, with any luck.

There's more places like that than you'd think. I know there's a bunch of museums here, and every city's got a library in it. Heck, you could even stay home and watch tv if you'd like - there's almost always some history special or documentary playing. But I was thinking of something a little more fun.

A library? How wonderful! And I've never been to a museum. That sounds lovely. I have no idea what "TV" is, however.

[She smiles.]

Oh? Like what?

[Ohhh, she hasn't figured that out yet. Okay, change of plans.]

Actually, I have a better idea. Do you see that big box in the living room? The one with the glass screen and the tiny legs.

Well, yes. I can't figure out what it does for the life of me. It makes a terrible mirror.

[Up next: young woman yells at cloud.]

[Remote, remote, where are you... aha! There you are]

Well, you don't use it to look at yourself. You use it to look at everything else. Here...

[And bwoop! She turns it on, just in time to catch a... commercial break. Ooh, exciting.]

[Cinders jumps slightly at what happens, watching the screen curiously.]

Why is that person so terrible at pouring that beverage?

[Kids these days.]

They aren't - they're just acting. At least, I think they are? Anyway, you'll see why in a secon.

[And suddenly, there it is! A marvelous new invention, the likes of which have never been seen before! It's... a sponge. A miracle sponge, that can clean up messes like nothing else, or so the commercial claims]

They're just making a big deal of it so they can show off what they're trying to sell. Like the bigger the mess-

[The commercial is apparently on the same wavelength, and a booming voice interrupts with THE BIGGER THE MESS, THE BIGGER THE SPONGE, before showing off different products on the screen]

...okay, that was a little creepy.

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