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[borderlines]

[ Wandering through the plane today is a young woman with a blank look to her face. She doesn't seem impressed or bothered by anything, in fact she just appears rather lethargic to the whole situation. The red jacket doesn't match the light blue yukata, but she doesn't seem to be letting go of that jacket anytime soon. Her hands are balled into fists and rest in the pockets as the only physical sign that none of this was okay to her.

If she happens upon anyone, she'll walk up towards them, but won't bother greeting them vocally.

Otherwise she can be found lingering around the coliseum, staring intently down at some of the dried patches of blood. She doesn't talk to herself or speak out loud in any way, not unless she's approached. What a bum. ]

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[fallbythesword]

[Hello, new person. Jacqli happens to spot her near the coliseum, sees her staring at the blood everywhere. Curious. She doesn't seem to be upset by it at least...]

This place isn't used very often anymore. Those stains are very old.

[How helpful, Jacqli.]

[borderlines]

I could tell.

[ She doesn't mean to come off as rude, but she's an abrupt kind of person who fails to waste time with meaningless words. The stains were old, older than they should be and it seems out of place with everything else. ]

Do you know what caused them?

[fallbythesword]

[She's not offended. Not having to make small talk is a breath of fresh hair, to be quite honest.]

No. There was once a series of fights to the death here, but that was before I arrived. I couldn't say if they were there before that or not. Besides, the Plane likes to clean itself up from time to time. You would think it would take care of the blood as well.

[Shrug.]

You're new. What brings you to the Coliseum? [Most people immediately traipse toward the bar or the kitchen, after all.]

[borderlines]

[ Both of those would require her taking care of herself and as a spoiled young lady, she'll be expecting food to be hand delivered to her. Until then, she's exploring. ]

It cleans up after itself? Isn't that strange... a bit sentient for a place that just exists.

[ What else is it capable of, she wonders. ]

[fallbythesword]

It restocks food in the kitchen, drinks in the bar... It even replaces clothes or books that people take from he ballroom or the library, respectively. Sentience wouldn't surprise me. It has some interesting machinations from time to time.

[spiritofadventure]

[But hey here's someone! Castor is practicing hand strikes against a wooden dummy over at one end of the arena. She notices the...audience when she pauses to shake out a cramp.]

Oh, hello! I didn't see you there!

[borderlines]

I didn't call out to you, so how would you have seen me?

[ Seems an obvious enough answer as she frowns a bit, unsure as to why she would bring it up in the first place. ]

Are you hurt?

[spiritofadventure]

I...

[She's got you there, Castor.]

A place this big and echoey, I can usually hear people.

[Nice save.]

Eh? Oh no, just cramping up a little. Once I get some blood back in my hands it'll be fine.

[borderlines]

[ Makes sense. She's smart, but not clever enough to catch onto these things. ]

Do people make it a habit to practice on these things? It's archaic.

[spiritofadventure]

Archaic? It's not fancy, but that doesn't mean it's not doing it's job!

[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies watches the girl walking around the Plane for several minutes before she decides to approach her. she's uncertain of what to make of her blank expression and apparent lack of a destination, though she wonders if something is wrong. and since her face is unfamiliar, Menzies also has a feeling that the girl is new, but she doesn't want to assume so without more of an indication first. and so she decides to find out more, calling uncertainly:] You all right there, love?

[borderlines]

[ Love? What a strange thing to be called by a stranger. It catches her attention and while she shows an initial bout of surprise, the emotion fades as quickly as it came. ]

I'm not sure.

This place is... surreal? [ The kindest way of putting it. ]

[grip_on_reality]

[clearly she's never met a Manc woman before! Menzies just assumes the surprise is at being approached unexpectedly]

[she chuckles at the comment, though] You could say that. [taking the statement as enough of an indication that the girl is new, she adds:] I take it you just got 'ere. 'as anyone shown you the brochure yet?

[vengefulagent]

[Dressed in his normal attire of full-body armor, Wash enters the coliseum with a jetpack and rifle attached to the back of his armor. He's carrying a whole bunch of practical, cardboard stand targets. He'd normally use a portable holographic set, but seeing as the training rooms that use them were all booked, he has to settle for these. It could be worse, though. He very well could have been in the coliseum when all those ice spikes suddenly sprouted. That...would have been a difficult thing to explain if he'd gotten injured...

While he's lost in thought, he starts setting up his targets. He hasn't switched his motion tracker on just yet--he was distracted after realizing he couldn't get his normal set of practice targets--so he switches it on and sees a little blip of movement from not too far away. He glances around and catches sight of someone new.]

Oh, uh, hello! [He sets his targets down from where he stands in the main area of the arena.] I didn't see you up there. Let me guess, you're new here, right?