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No cellphone reception. No cash or major credit cards accepted. And me without a clue.

What is this? Yeah. A city. What is this really?

[ooc; Behold a very pissy and confused Roman who just walked his way from the forest. Welcome him the only way you know how, City.]

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[saturniapavonia]

[She keeps saying that. Roman really wishes he could take it to heart. At home he was already feeling displaced. He sure would have liked to have felt like that rather than this.

In true teenage fashion, there's a pout to his face still and a slump to his stance.]

Thank you, Penny.

[That comes easier because he means it.]

...are you this nice to everybody?

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[anunluckypenny]

[Aw, displaced and uncertain teenagers are one of Penny's favorite kinds of people. ;;]

Not a problem.

[She laughs, but doesn't deny it.]

I try to be. It'd be pretty terrible if I wasn't... I'd have to fire myself from the Welcome Center.

Oh, Roman--do you mind dogs?

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[saturniapavonia]

[Congrats on finding a pedigree of the breed, Penny. Horribly uncertain, chances are he will attempt to exude certainty at likely the worst of times.]

So many people, you know? A lot of them suck.

[Dropping truth bombs. He shrugs.]

Nah. I like em. Cats too.

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[anunluckypenny]

[Sorry, Roman, but Penny is going to want to take care of you until you're not adorably uncertain.]

No one sucks completely.

[She heads up a narrow set of stairs in back, motioning for Roman to stay put. A moment later, two medium-sized dogs bound down the stairs and gallop over to the stranger, tails wagging.]

These're my dogs, Sam and Tumbles. I don't usually let them down when we have visitors, but they've been cooped up for a while. Just let me know if they bother you?

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[saturniapavonia]

[That might take forever. :(]

80% and up is mostly.

[Right? Stairs? Oh. Dogs! Beasts! They're really cute and enthusiastic. And Roman stoops a little to pet them.]

Hey. Hey. How's it going, fuzzy?

[Pet, pet, pet.]

Did they come with you?

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[anunluckypenny]

[That's okay!]

C'mon, you can't really believe that.

[What the dogs lack in intelligence, they more than make up for in unbridled doggy enthusiasm. Tumbles leans against Roman's leg, his whole body wiggling in time with his tail; Sam tries to give Roman's hand a thorough licking.]

Nah, they belonged to friends who've left. Wherever you end up living, I definitely recommend getting a pet, especially if you don't have a roommate. When you're alone, this ticking noise starts up. A pet--even a goldfish--helps keep it quiet.