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[getjackedup]

The festival was cute. Nice little distraction for all of us who got dropped here out of nowhere.

We’re stuck here and have to get used to it. Sure. But who knows the best place to check out fresh foods and spices? I need samples. May as well be eating whatever they give me blindfolded until I know what’s in it. They could be feeding us alien donkey balls for all we know.

Just because we’re stuck in another world doesn’t mean we have to eat like heathens.

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[earthy]

Yeah, that's true. I just didn't understand the nature of this place at first. I thought most of the people here were... from here, born to families who had only ever been here.

[Now he knows better. Strange, strange moon world, casually defying the World Order on such a large scale.]

You're no fighter... and I'm no chef. The name's Terra, by the way.

[getjackedup]

Call me Tolemi. This place is doing a lot for shaking up the way we look at things.

[Which is both good and bad and weird because he's far too used to assuming everyone could potentially be a threat to coming to a world where no one really cares enough to be one.]

[earthy]

Yes, it is.

[That's a very dangerous thing when it involves worlds. Or so he was raised to believe.]

It's been nice talking to you, Tolemi. [Even if there are some things they don't agree on.] But I should probably go for now. I've got a lot of work to do... Earning my way out and all.

[getjackedup]

Guess I could say the same. I need to hit some of these shops. I'll see ya when I see ya.

[There are talking instead of seeing each other face to face, but it's a habit. A way he used to get out of saying goodbye.]

[earthy]

I hope you find what you're looking for.

[Hey, that totally works to wrap up conversations without having to drag the awful word that is 'goodbye' into things.]

See you.

[And he's off.]