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first flight [open;]

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allthreefourths, & YOU
When: IC 12/19-12/21
Where: weapons shop, gun range, and all around the city
What: Astrid's adjusting to life in Cerealia...sort of.
Rating/Warning: none!

A: Weapons shop

[Astrid was responsible enough that getting a job wasn't a problem. She wanted to be productive, and to be completely honest, she hoped working in the society would help her understanding of it all.

Unfortunately, it wasn't coming as easily as she had hoped. She spent the first several days on her job struggling to understand how to run the store. Technology was not her strong point, and here she found herself surrounded by it.

But once she managed to get that down, at least for the most part, the job wasn't so bad. She may not have known a thing about guns other than how deadly and dangerous they were, but the swords part? Oh yes, did she have that down!

Anyone that comes in while she's on the clock may find her hitting the computers and saying some very not nice things to them. Or maybe it's a slow day, and she's boredly throwing a baseball bat for Stormfly to chase-- because, yes, her dragon is most definitely chilling inside with her.]

B: Gun range

[Considering she now worked with guns, it was highly recommended to her that she learn how to use them. At first, she was hesitant. It was just...unusual. But the more she learned about them, the more interesting they got.

Those that find themselves at the gun range the same days at her may find her struggling with taking hers apart and putting it back together. Other days, she's actually giving it a shot-- literally. Give the newbie some tips?]

C: Around the town

[Given that Hiccup had been in Cerealia significantly longer than her, Astrid went to him about...well, pretty much everything. Sure, he didn't know everything, but he knew a whole lot more than she did. She had always highly trusted his opinion, and when it came to things about the city, it was no different.

While she was good at adapting to change, this was taking her a lot longer than she would've liked, so she accepted every opportunity to learn and understand more. One such ways was Hiccup dragging her around, showing her the city and making her try new things.

It was out of her comfort zone, sure, but she didn't want to be in the dark about this place any longer than she had to.

Anyone out and about in the city might notice Hiccup very enthusiastically leading her around, all while she tries to soak it all in. At least she doesn't seem as overwhelmed as she did when she first arrived?]

[ooc: this is a partially joint post with

allthreefourths! Hiccup will be joining the thread for part C only~]

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[Hello Astrid. Meet a samurai who also sucks a bit at computers.

Actually, he sucks a lot at them. Yeah, he knows how to turn them on and type and things, maybe a little about the internet, but if something were to go wrong on one, he'd definitely be resorting to the cave-person method of tech support as well.

So he's watching her pretty closely, finger under his chin as he keenly observes.]

I never knew that made it work. Aah, I see it now.

[And then he'll give the computer next to her a swat, swearing at it loudly. And then he'll do it again. Did the screen crack? Maybe.]

Oi, so here they're voice activated like that too? What a crazy world.

[He knows nothing. But he's looking for a sword.]

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[-- oh whoops, she didn't realize a costumer had come in. She stops in the middle of what she was doing, clearing her throat.]

It doesn't. It just makes me feel better.

[HOW SHE WISHED HITTING IT MADE IT WORK. But she's a viking, hitting things was one of their favorite past times. And it was a lovely way of getting out her frustrations, even if it really helped nothing.]

You're telling me. We don't have anything even close to this back home.

[Hiccup had his contraptions, but those at least made sense. They were complicated, sure, but nothing to this extreme.]

[He'll smirk just a little at her reply; she seemed alright. Still though, he'll give a laugh that might sound a little nervous.]

Right? Like, we don't have a single thing like this at home either. [flicking a few of the keys] I don't even know what these do. Ha. . . what a bunch of crap! What is it even made of? It's not even like, wood. Hah hah hah. . . !

[shutup Gintoki, there are computers everywhere where you're from. He just doesn't know how to use them and can't afford it anyway. ]

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Thank you! [Man, what a relief it is to her, every time she meets someone from a place without computers. Or at least, doesn't know a thing about them, anyway.]

Gods, this place is insane. What I would give to be back home in Berk right now. At least the metal there doesn't talk.

[She missed it terribly, even if this place was more comfortable in comparison. But home was home, even if it was rainy and frigid and lacking in modern plumbing and electricity.]

[To be fair, Gintoki might be able to remember times and places without computers, so that was close, but he really has no excuse for not knowing them in his day and age other than being poor and incompetent.

Oh well. Still, he can empathize with this girl. ]

Right, right? More than insane, things here are just a pain in the ass. Why do I even need to have a job in the first place? I had a great job at home before this, you know?

[This sigh might be a little too nostalgic.]

It's just as hard to earn money here as it is at home. Future? This isn't better! I'm on my last few credits.

[Now that, she doesn't really agree on.]

This may not be our homes, but we still have to help out. A village isn't run by one person alone, after all.

[She's used to everyone having to band together to survive year after year, so it's not a stretch for her to take up a job here.

But she shrugs. Regardless of what she thinks or says, he'll probably continue his way of thinking.]

At least it's credits here and not fish. [Sure, they had a system of exchange, but there were plenty that still bartered and traded goods. It was a smelly business.]

[He'll quiet down and listen as she talks, tilting his head a little.

. . . well. What a good kid she was. He'll give a half-hearted yawn, then set down his magic money card (?). ]

So you're saying that. . . if I lived in your village, this would be a fish right now? Tch, what a pain.

[Rock Lee happens to storm into the weapons shop while she's hitting the computer. He gasps and slides into a fighting stance.]

Ah... Is a brawl ensuing?!

[aslkj CAUGHT IN THE ACT. But at least it was someone she knew, and not a stranger. All the same, Astrid stops quickly, shifting on her feet as she fights the urge to narrow her eyes at the computer more.]

I would deny it, but it's giving me enough grief, it might as well count as fighting back.

[She crosses her arms and backs away from it now, but it's clear she's still irritated by it.]

Everyone tells me these things get easier with time, but it's really not feeling that way.

Ah... I see! [He relaxes his fighting stance.]

Those machines are very unusual to me as well. I believe that I have gotten used to my CereVice, but this is a different matter. [He scampers over to get a closer look at the machine.]

I am sure that if you keep working hard, it will truly become easier!

At least I can tell the CereVice what I want it to do and it does it for me. [She doesn't know how that works exactly, but it does. And it made her whole life easier, while she was still struggling to understand this stuff.]

I hope so. Right now, it's taking everything I've got to not to rip it to shreds with my axe.

[She's pretty sure her bosses would not appreciate her doing that.]

Er... Yes, I suppose that it is handy in that way! I've still been working hard to master it in a hands-on sense... [But that's just the way Lee is. Even technology is another practice for him to struggle and try to lear as well as he can.]

Astrid-san... I understand that it must be great to be able to practice with such a weapon! But we must practice the virtue of patience in this trying time...

Yeah, yeah. [But his words are working, in that she's having a hard time not laughing now.]

I'm not really going to do that, you know. I do have some self control, as much as these computers irritate me.

Ah... Of course! [He laughs slightly, as if she's let him in on a joke.]

I did not mean to underestimate your self control. Gai-Sensei has told me a lot about the value of self control, and it is great that you practice it already! [He gives her a thumbs up.] With that understood, let's work on this computer problem!

How good are you with them? I mean, your home doesn't have them either, does it?

[She remembers him teaching her about the CereVice and he didn't seem super familiar with them then. Even if he hadn't just told her now, she would've guessed he didn't have them back home either.]

No, it does not. To tell the truth, I am still learning about such devices... but it does not seem to be too different from the CereVice, and I have been practicing with that!

[he'd been looking for a weapon's shop with no particular aim in mind but to sharpen his cutlasses and look for something to clean them with. He doesn't think he'll use them but if he stays still too long he thinks too much and that is never a good end.

So have a seven foot pirate ducking into the door just when a particularly not nice word hits the air.]

Well, now I know I've come to the right place.

[She's already been fussed at by her boss for saying not so nice things in front of employees, even if her curses aren't exactly what others see as bad language.

All the same, the last thing she wanted was for someone to walk in the door right when called the computer "son of a half-troll, rat eating potlicker."

Needless to say, when Thatch speaks, she straights up pretty fast.]

...Please tell me you didn't just hear that.

[he chuckles. He's heard a lot worse just in daily conversation but...]

I seem to have gone temporarily deaf.

[he gestures at the computer]

Anything I can help with, miss?

Isn't that what I'm supposed to ask you?

[well, okay, about guns and swords, not about computers. But she ends up shrugging.]

Yes? No? I don't know. [long sigh.] To be honest, I think I'm just doomed to battle it out with them while I'm stuck here.

Ah well, I don't need too much help. Just here to make use of your sharpening wheel if you have one. I'm not much of a customer.

[he leans nearby, trying not to loom, though that is somewhat difficult given his height, trying to ascertain the problem]

This kind of thing can be tricky for people from places not used to them.

Yeah, we do. It's in the back. I'll show you.

[She moves away from the computer with a soft grunt of frustration, but she doesn't quite start walking towards the back just yet.]

No kidding. My home has nothing of the sort, so getting used to it? Hasn't be easy.

Fortunately I've had some time to get acquainted. [though her problem doesn't seem like it'll be difficult to fix]

Mind if I give it a shot?

I haven't been here long. I'm hoping time helps. [Hiccup seemed to have adjusted well to everything, but he also had a knack for gizmos and gadgets that she didn't quite have.]

Yeah, sure. Follow me.

[She waves as she starts to lead him around the displays, passing through a doorway and finally to a workbench, complete with anything and everything he might need to tend to his sword.]

How's this?

[he meant a shot at the computer so he's a little perplexed as she waves him to the back, but never mind, he'll get his blades done anyway.]

Just fine. [He takes out the first of the cutlass']

So tell me about yourself, miss. Or if not that, where you come from?

[it's probably best anyway, she's about ready to throw the computer out the window. He can help with that after she's stepped away for a little bit.

As he pulls out his cutlass, she crosses her arms and leans against the nearby wall, admiring the blade.

But his questions have her smirking.]

Berk? It's nothing special. Just a whole lot of ice and vikings that could really bathe more often. But the dragons make things a little more interesting.

[he chuckles at her comments] Reminds me a bit of Elbaff, but smaller. [he tests the sharpness experimentally with his thumb before he begins to grind it] Dragons though, eh? Those can be rare where I come from. Good eating, though.

[ Here wanders Mary, slowly and tentatively and trying desperately to improve her stamina and terror of the populace at large. And not expecting to see Hiccup, and... someone? ... Is she interrupting another date? ]

... Hiccup?

[ see, hiccup was halfway into introducing yet another menacingly tall building to astrid, hands up in an introductory gesture and nasally voice saying: ]

And this is-- [ ah, there's a familiar sounding voice, which interrupts him as he's left to turn around and... ] Mary!

[ no, no, this building isn't mary, but the small girl approaching them, who hiccup is receiving with a friendly smile, certainly is. ]

[For a split second, Astrid didn't realize he was addressing someone approaching, rather than continuing his spiel.]

...Mary?

[She gives him a confused look, but then her attention is turned to the young girl that approached and evidently knew Hiccup.

Oh. Well that made more sense than the building being called "Mary." Not so surprisingly, he's as popular here as ever, huh?]

H-hello. [ Now that she's facing someone new, Mary is immediately shy, shoulders hunching and glancing uncertainly up at Astrid. She's Hiccup's friend, that much is obvious... but well, this one's just a massive wuss. ]

[ haah. mary's a shy girl, he knows that much--fortunately astrid isn't as physically intimidating and looming as his dad, even if thinking that that made her not intimidating at all was a pretty big mistake...

still, astrid would like mary and would not at all treat her like snotlout (who deserved it, probably, so). he knows that much too. ]

I guess it's time for little Berkian icebreaker. [ with less headbutts and more friendly words. ] Mary, this is Astrid. She's from back home. Uh-- Astrid, Mary. I met her here, and... she saved my life once?

[ because that's totally something you just ADD IN but he needs to emphasize that mary is Pretty Great, okay. ]

[It only takes Astrid a minute to realize just how shy Mary is, and she offers a friendly smile in response. Clearly Hiccup thinks highly of the girl, and that says a lot to her. Any friend of his is a friend of hers. Plus, she saved his life. That's got to be quite the story.]

Wow, you did? Thank you, for that. I'm glad to hear someone was looking out for him before I got here. He is pretty hopeless on his own.

[She could never pass up a chance to give her boyfriend a hard time. She knows it's only a matter of moments before he starts protesting, but even so, she shoots him a teasing grin and nudges his side with her elbow.]

[ Mary somehow manages to simultaneously turn red and wave her hands in front of her rather frantically. ]

H-he had Toothless, so it wasn't really anything that big, but-- it's-- nice to meet you??

[ She means that not as a question. ]

[ After a small magnetism accident earlier that morning, Pyrrha had darted out in the small-ish hours of her day off in order to get her kitten cybuddy repaired before Jaune could come home and realise something was wrong. An hour and several credits later, the meowing and purring motors are reinvigorated, the affection sensors working like new - and Pyrrha appears to be letting a robot cat lead her home.

(Slowly, of course. The thing is small, even for a robot. Every few moments, she’ll have to pick it up and redirect it.)

That’s where she’ll come across Astrid and Hiccup. The latter is more familiar than the former but, any friend of blah blah is a friend of blah. You know how it is. With a smile, she’ll engage in the most pleasant of pleasantries. ]

Hello, Hiccup. [ And an equally cheery hello for Astrid follows immediately after. ]

[ ah, yes, the girl he told astrid about that may or may not have resulted in a slightly awkward delay between texts... but he'd said he'd introduce astrid, and it seems-- now he has the chance. so, pyrrha's friendly greeting is being returned once hiccup realizes she's there, whatever tour he'd been giving astrid now paused in favor of: ]

Hey, Pyrrha! And... Pyrrha's cat. [ is what he adds in, when his gaze hits her little robot companion. a half-second pause is next, as he realizes that perhaps he should follow with a bit more, so... ] Uh, right. Astrid.

[ a hand gesture to pyrrha. ]

This is Pyrrha--the girl I told you about before. [ then, a gesture to astrid. ] Pyrrha, Astrid. She's my girlfriend from back home.

[Ah yes, Pyrrha. As if Astrid could forget the warrior woman Hiccup mentioned having been the one to send him that weird message about bone pictures and people in hearts. Not that she's jealous! Because she isn't. She trusts Hiccup, even if she isn't sure about anything or anyone else in this place.]

It's nice to finally meet you, Pyrrha. And... Pyrrha's cat, too? [She's adding the cat on at the end because Hiccup addressed the robot thing and now she feels obligated to do the same? She has no clue if she was actually supposed to, she's just following his lead.]

[ And Pyrrha, whose romantic preferences begin and end with Jaune, is utterly ignorant to any and all jealousy that may or may not be going around. They’re both saying hello to her cat, which is adorable, and makes her smile grow into something broad, bright. ]

Nice to meet you, Astrid.

[ With a flick of her hand, the cat rears up, settling obediently at her heels. Cybuddies aren’t very analogous to the animals their based off at times. ]

This is [ insert name here, because the naming process is still happening in another thread. ] He was just repaired, so he’s got a lot of energy. Say hello, little guy.

[ The cat mews. It’s half the realistic meow of a cat, half a jaunty series of mechanical beeps. ]

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