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Begin Again, Oh, Begin Again

WHO: Margaret the Eevee, Sadie Doyle, Manabu Yuuki, Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis + anyone who logically would be at their house, I guess?
WHERE: Nonah 004
WHEN: Evening August 3rd
WHAT: Meeting the housemates
WARNINGS: A lot of cute.

Margaret is pretty happy. This is true both in general and right now. She's not sure if being here is an extension of her role as a Pokemon, but the government agents complimented her fur (one even helped her brush it out so she could look her best for her housemates; what a nice guy) and they gave her a file explaining the situation, which is more than the spirits back home did. After some talk, she was able to get a backpack not unlike the one she had back home to put her file, some apples and a juice box in, and she was ready to meet some new friends. At least here they were used to people showing up randomly, right?

She has to jump several times to hit the doorbell, but once she does she smooths out her mane a little, straightens up and smiles brightly. When the door opens, she beams at what will be the first of many new friends to come.

"Hello! My name is Margaret, and I'm your new housemate. Oh, but you can call me Maggie, if you'd like. It's so nice to meet you!"

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"Oh, uh--" He closes the door once she's hopped in. "Manabu. Manabu Yuuki. It's...nice to meet you..."

It's a little weird, still, talking to a tiny furry creature. But how's this any weirder than having a 30-something foot tall robot for a friend? Realizing that helps him falter less.

"Umh, I think Terry might still be at work? But Sadie's still in..."

He glances at the empty martini glass sitting on the coffee table. Maybe that's the only one for today.

"It's nice to meet you too, Manabu. Thank you for getting the door for me."

She pads over to the coffee table, sniffing the air. There's probably three humans living here? She thinks. That's confirmed by Manabu, but that's not bad. It's a pretty big place, after all, so they won't be crowded.

"I can't wait to meet everyone," she smiles, tail waggling happily. "You know, they figured out a job for me, too? I was surprised, since everyone here seems to be human, but they were nice enough to come up with something. So don't worry, I can buy my own food, and things like that."

She hops up onto the couch and manages to shimmy out of her backpack, looking around appreciatively. This is a nice place. A bit big, but it was made for humans, so that's fine. At least the couch is comfy.

While Maggie gets situated on the sofa, Manabu picks up the empty glass and hastens over to the kitchen, leaning in before stepping through, in case he's intruding on someone. But no, no sign. He frowns. It is getting late...maybe she's turned in for the night?

"Oh, ah?" he calls in response, snapping out of it and putting the glass in the sink. He steps back into the living room, tilting his head at her. It's like...talking to a stuffed animal...cute, but weird. Definitely weird.

He pushes a small smile on, because dammit, he can be polite. "That's good to hear. Though, if you need any help, you definitely can ask..."

Maggie can smell that several humans live here, but they all have jobs, right? And most humans sleep at night, too. While the Eevee species usually did the same, being Ported in had left her internal clock screwed up. She'd probably spend a few days with her sleep schedule out of sync before she settled into rising at dawn and sleeping when the moon rose like back home.

"Well, I may need help with whatever the 'computers' here are. A government agent tried to explain it to me, but I have a hard time typing with my paws." She tried, though. Valiantly.

"I could imagine so," Manabu agrees. He can't imagine typing going over too well to be of any use, never mind trying to get the touchscreen capabilities on the communicators to work.

That actually brings a thought to mind. "Aa...what if I set your communicator up to respond to voice commands? That might go over easier for you in that sense."

Maggie's tail begins wagging again, and she smiles at Manabu warmly. "That would be wonderful! We didn't really have communicators back home, we just used mail. Which wouldn't work here, obviously."

She kind of wants to nuzzle him, but they don't know each other that well yet. Too bad; his hair looks soft.

"Eh?" Mail? He looks faintly confused. "We...we have mail here, too. There's still paper delivery and an email system through the communicators...Or, uh...are you talking about some other form?"

...Pigeons, maybe? If she's from a world of talking animals, then it would make sense that maybe the mail carriers are animals, too, right?

"Pelippers are usually the mail deliverers back home. Or Wingulls. I knew a Ledyba that was one, too, although he only did local deliveries. Mail the way this world does it seems to take a bit longer."

Poor humans. Life without flying messengers kind of sucks, she guesses, although mostly she misses how personal it felt to greet the local mail Pelipper, talk about his day, and take the mail from his mouth before trotting into the house to spread it out on the table. It was so homey. Someone just dropping it off seems rather impersonal.

While Maggie explains, Manabu moves, sitting on the opposite end of the sofa with the kind of distance reserved for acquaintances and muted uncertainty. He's polite by upbringing, but he by no means is any good at masking his moods: by the way he sits with his hands folded for lack of use, it's clear he's uncertain of...something. He couldn't say what, but it's mostly the lack of useful things to do in the midst of conversation.

"Aa...I see," he says, not...completely seeing, but he's got a fair guess. His money's still on pigeons. His eyes flicker down to her backpack, hesitating only a moment before piping back in. "Um, did you want me to set up your communicator? I'm sure I can figure that out pretty quickly..."

Maggie pads over to him - the couch isn't big, after all - and turns so her backpack is easily reachable. "That would be great, thanks. I'm glad I got you for a housemate; navigating everything has been interesting, so far, but it's a little overwhelming."

Here, have a small nuzzle to the side of your hip, Manabu. You're a good human.

"I can understand that," he says, gingerly rifling into the tiny bag and snagging the communicator out. "Even folks used to going to different planets or things like that still have a lot to adjust to."

She nudges him just as he's starting to turn it on. He blinks, glancing down at her, smiling despite himself. It kind of reminds him of the way his dog back home on Tobito would nose him.

Just a few moments of tapping around menus to find the accessibility options, and...

"Aa, here." He holds it down to her level. "In a second, it's gonna prompt you to say your name, then respond to a couple questions so it can register your voice."

"I traveled quite a bit back home; I thought I was sort of done being amazed by things, but there are a lot of new things here I never imagined." She gives him a gentler smile, her ears tilting down for a moment. "You remind me of my friend Sheldon. He was great about helping me adjust to things back home after I lost my memory, just because he wanted to help, and he never asked for anything in return. You both have good natures."

Her ears perk right back up. "Thanks!"

She clears her throat, and clearly speaks her name, and goes through the set up questions with remarkable ease, considering she was expecting it to be difficult since it's from another world.

Lost her memory? Manabu frowns faintly, eyebrows lifted, but he remains quiet out of courtesy so she can get her communicator calibrated to the sound of her voice.

There's a pleasant little beep at the end of it; Manabu peers down at the screen to verify.

"Aa. Looks like it's set. So any time you need to do something, like call a person or number...you just start a command like that. Make sense?"

It's a long story. For the moment, she's content not to relive it and instead focus on the communicator. She studies the screen and nods at his question.

"Thank you, Manabu. This makes sense, even if it's new stuff to me." Have another nuzzle.

"Ehe..."

This is very weird, but not bad. Manabu scratches at his cheek, trying to think of what else someone with no thumbs would need right away.

"Mm...what else...Food?" Hopefully she doesn't need to frequent a manual can-opener. "Or what other things would you need help with?"

"I usually eat apples back home. And Pecha Berries. Do those exist in this world?" she looks at him, clearly not joking. The human world is a total mystery to her. "I guess I can't do the shopping myself anymore like I could back home until I get better at finding my way around. But once I get paid I'll pay for my food, I promise!"

"Well, in that case," Manabu's shoulders shrug up a little, "next time I have to go pick things up, you can come with me and pick out what you like. That way it can be added to the list. I don't know about those berries, but apples are pretty easy to come by. How's that sound?"

"That sounds great! And I can carry things, too. I'm used to carting things around in my backpack when I'm working Rescue Team duties. Although here, I got a new job - what's a 'cuddle therapist'? It's in my file but they never explained what it was," Maggie admits a little sheepishly, ears wiggling slightly.

Cuddle therapist? That gets a blank blink from Manabu. He shakes his head a little.

"I have no idea," he admits. "I mean--it sounds harmless enough? But I guess you won't know until you see what it's about..." It sounds a little childish just from the title, which leads him to assume it's something around the same demoralizing area as the job he'd been lumped with upon returning.

"At least, if it turns out to be something you don't like, you can easily resign from it..."

"It's at a Children's Hospital, if that helps? I know what cuddle means, but what's a 'therapist'?" She looks at him, confused. This world, man. It's so weird.

"Aa, well..." He scratches at his cheek as he thinks about it. "They're like...kind of like doctors? But not really...They're there to help out. I mean, in this context, it...sounds like you'll be there for someone who needs a hug."

Which...might not be too far off for someone who looks as she does. She's basically a walking plush toy, from what he can see.

"I can do that!" She smiles, relieved. "I don't know a lot about humans, but I can do hugs and talk to human children, no problem. Especially if they're sick. They probably need some companionship that's not a doctor."

Maggie pauses, thoughtfully. "Should I wear something to this job, or can I just show up? What do therapists wear?"

"I mean," Manabu tilts his head, smiling crooked, "if they don't give you a uniform there, I don't think you'd need anything except maybe a badge to state you're staff..."

He shrugs. "But I guess you won't know until you go there, right?"

"What do human children like talking about? I want to be a good cuddle therapist, and you're human. You were a child once. So... you can help, right?" She looks up at him expectantly.

"Uh, well..."

He grimaces a little, but just for a moment. Sure, he's been a kid...a kid raised on a completely different planet, definitely not surrounded by super powers or talking animals.

Actually...

"I think they'd probably want to know what you're all about, actually." He shrugs his shoulders a little. "There's nothing like you here, I don't think, and most kids here really like imPorts and powers and stuff..."

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