[ a young girl dressed in a tophat and a cape is taking careful steps through brickwork plaza. her head swivels to take in the unnerving quietude and unfamiliarity of the surrounding city, the innately curious part of her at odds with her intuition. where are the officials working at the train station? why do most people meandering here seem as lost as she feels? and when did she step onto a train in the first place?

southwest of city hall, she approaches the person nearest to her, putting on her best doe-eyed look and folding her hands behind her back. ]

Um, excuse me! [ she gestures towards the tourist center. ] Would you mind coming in there with me? Just to check things out!

[ pay no attention to the preteen in a magician costume shuffling on the floor near the jukebox.

or do! she doesn't seem to be concerned about tripping someone or weirding people out. she's too preoccupied with working her hard plastic wand between the jukebox and the linoleum. ]

Come on... Almost there...!

[ nothing to see here. unless you want to use the jukebox too, because she might be staying put for a while. ]

[ wherever your character is in the ice cream parlor, they feel a small tug at their clothes. when they whirl around to meet it, trucy is standing beside them, grimly looking up from beneath the brim of her tophat.

she sneaks a hand from beneath the cape shrouded around her shoulders, and with it, she motions for your character to lean down so she can whisper something in their ear. ]

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