❪ introlog: #6 ❫ city of secrets

[natha]

You've spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Now, the time to put all your survival training into practice has arrived: El Nysa needs you, and you're here to help the planet thrive. Are you ready? THE DESCENT     All refugees on the station are called to the hangar, where a large-scale teleporter awaits. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait; everyone will be sent down to the planet together. Before they depart, all refugees will be given a cold weather survival kit with warm clothing, rations, and bedding. The arrays build into a brilliant wash of light, creating a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa, teleporting the refugees to the planet on an aurora. Once on the planet's surface, refugees receive one last message from Darma. It has been a long, perilous year for you, refugees. And yet we must ask you to brave further peril. Within Nadril are the secrets to how poor Ysverai's revival was hidden from our sight and how this disaster has come to our star. Find the first refugee from beyond this planet, a man named Magda. He will not speak to us, for much has come between us, but to you… If you prove yourselves, he may be willing to answer your questions. We beseech you, for there is a veil over Nadril that hides all within from us. There may yet be more untold dangers waiting to befall this planet. For the good of all who make this world home, we ask you to lend us your aid. There is yet one more favor we would ask of you. In warding off the Storm's encroachment, the physical aspect of ourselves that you call Thesa Station was damaged. We must remain to continue repairs to El Nysa and to deal with Ysverai, but there should be suitable technology within Nadril that could be used for spare parts. If you have the chance to find it and can return it to us, it would hasten— Darma's message crackles with static, another image overlaying hers — her broadcast is cut off and replaced with another. A more sullen and alien voice takes Darma’s place, overlapping on itself in an ominous reveal. It has been a long, perilous year for you, refugees. And yet you’ve only just arrived here. To say I’m not disappointed in your… generation would be to lie, and I am nothing if not an honest creature. But I suppose these have been unusual circumstances. You must ask yourself this — are you only here as Darma's lapdogs? I can assure you, it's not worth being on the Natha's leash. With time, that will be something you'll have to learn for yourself. If you're so determined to come find Nadril, then follow the path north, and you'll find the border. What awaits you is revelation, if you're up to the challenge. A FROZEN LAND     The refugees land on a literally frozen world, both in temperature and time. Curls of icy wind hold swirls of snow aloft and an uncanny silence is broken only by the crunch of hoarfrost underfoot. Only Darma's protection allows the refugees to move through this frozen world — and movement is very necessary. Bitter cold sneaks through even the thickest clothing and without warning, a snowstorm rises: unnaturally quickly, a wall of white howls directly in the refugee's path. Bizarrely, the way back is perfectly calm; it's obvious that this storm is no product of nature. Magda's challenge becomes clear: the only way to Nadril lies through this storm. Visibility within the storm is near zero, the whiteout hiding any landmarks from view and making navigation near impossible. The only guidance refugees have is a sporadic path of faint, greenish lights, easily lost in the raging storm. Refugees need all the survival skills they practiced on Thesa Station to survive, for getting lost alone is a death sentence. Luckily, those separated from the group can happen upon guiding lights Magda has planted throughout the tundra. These blue-white sparks cause frostbite if handled recklessly, but they also serve as directional anchors, turning into ghostly flames that lead lost souls back to the path to Nadril. The trek through the storm will be no mean feat and will last for the better part of three days. By the time the refugees reach Nadril's gate, most will find themselves exhausted and running on fumes. As the snowstorm dies away and a gap in the glittering forcefield around the city opens to usher the refugees inside, it's clear that Nadril is a different beast. A WARM(?) WELCOME     I. Despite the unforgiving journey, entering Nadril is painless. Once inside, characters will be greeted by their predecessors: the original refugees who made this advanced city. They'll immediately be offered medical attention, as well as warm cider and blankets. But it's obvious that the Nadril citizens prefer higher tech to fend off the weather: they also offer wristlets and ear cuffs that that double as mittens and earmuffs by creating warm bubbles of air. The earrings also feature a few quality of life programs, such as timed alarms and thought-to-speech messaging. However, both programs are in beta stages so it's not unusual for a stray thought to accidentally slip through or an alarm to accidentally ring at an inopportune time. II. Refugees are offered free lodging in a large, crystalline building crafted from ice. Despite the coarse building material, the ice is unmelting and surprisingly well-insulated, and the beds are as warm and cozy. The rooms are, however, small. The sleeping quarters house two people, and are some cross between an igloo and a capsule hotel. Though built for efficiency over comfort, all rooms are also outfitted with the latest Nadril AI, RoboAlfred, or Ralf for short. This helpful program is installed in practically all the furnishings: the closet tells guests to bundle up, the bathroom sink reminds them to brush their teeth, and the mirror offers helpful fashion tips. Ralf's personality matrix still needs polish, though: it may very well insult your clothes and passively-aggressively question your lifestyle choices for the entire stay. III. Though not as advanced as Thesa Station, the colony has technology far beyond the rest of the continent, such as rudimentary AIs and mechanical transportation. Nadril's skyline is a point of pride — refugees can take a (literal) lightrail that gives an aerial view of the colony, which is hewn almost entirely from ice and rock. Despite its tech, Nadril is much more sparsely populated than Olympia and Wyver, and its residents stay near a central hub: a Natha refugee drop ship, Central, which has crashed and long embedded itself into the earth. Central is similar to an older, smaller, grounded model of Thesa Station, in functional order with round-the-clock solar power. Within Central are lounges similar to ones on the Station, though many of the damaged areas have been converted. They include repair stations, different wings dedicated to science, botany, astrology, and mechanics, and a research and history facility, which has a smattering of technology from planets beyond El Nysa — including your own. The staff here don't mind if anything is sampled and studied, but objects cannot be taken from the labs. IV. On the outskirts of the central hub, many will find several curious looking bots with insect-like wings perched about high traffic walkways. Simply passing the bots will cause a dizzying flash before a series of photos print out. Upon closer inspection, people will find that these images reflect stills taken from their home worlds as they remember it. Unfortunately, these photos only last a couple of hours at best. At that time, they will revert back to regular pictures of the refugees. People will be encouraged to share these images of their worlds. The residents of Nadril comprehend the value of remembering one's origins, and will be pleased to see that people still hold memories of old homes close to them. RECREATION IN NADRIL     I. Small, mechanical creatures scampering through the city are a common sight. Ask anyone, and they’ll tell you that they come from a shop called Paws About Town. They’re very useful, as companions, gophers, and couriers (though the more mischievous will note that they’re just small enough to keep tabs on people without being noticed). Premade robotic pets are available on display inside the shop. They come in all shapes, but small sizes; one may be able to find robots that even look like miniature creatures from their homeworld. These are a part of a new, highly customizable line with programmable personalities. Customers have the chance to take pets for a one-day trial run. Those who don’t know how to program may want to enlist more knowledgeable aid, but the pets come with instructional pamphlets for basic personality traits such as obedience, helpfulness, playfulness, and bloodthirst. For returns, the switch to wipe the robot's personality to a blank slate is on the back of its neck, right between a switch to invert all traits, and a switch to have them learn by observing. Try not to press the wrong switch — you might wind up with a pet with a mind of its own! II. A. The Frosty Tap Cantina is a thriving hub of activity, but one of the major draws is the self-service bar: molecular mixology is wildly popular here. Playing with drink compositions can be a game in and of itself, and newcomers to the cantina will find that the bartender — a cheerful woman with lilac skin and three eyes — is always happy to give them a few tips on how to use the wide array of tools within reach of the barstools. All manner of drinks are possible — from glowing, layered cocktails, to clear drinks with colored, spherical bubbles and vividly-colored shots that give off their own smoke. There's a nightly contest in the cantina for the most creative drink created by a team — this may be as good a time as any to partner up with someone and see what can you come up with. Winner gets all their drinks for the night free! And, hey, even if you don't win, you get to drink whatever you make. The well-lubricated patrons of the bar are eager to challenge anyone nearby to a different sort of drinking game… Just how well can you hold your liquor? B. Holo-screens in the cantina are nearly always broadcasting some match or another of a game that looks very much like hockey, albeit played with sticks that light up and a puck that changes shape from time to time. Colonists here merely refer to the game as "the sport," and one of their favored pastimes is betting. However, they don't use currency — they wager dares. Nadril colonists are a tough, weathered lot, and they prefer to speak with actions over silver. Colonists will urge the refugees to take part as well. Common dares range from the ridiculous (lead a sing-a-long, attempt to make someone with a poker face smile) to the suggestive (kiss the person in the cantina you find most attractive, strip off a piece of clothing), to the outright reckless (venture out into the snow for a certain amount of time, and no one will judge if you find some company to keep warm). The colonists are unfazed by even the most insane or tawdry of dares — but you'll certainly be called a killjoy for refusing too often! Why not grab a friend and give it a whirl, or challenge a rival to a dare yourself? THE MISSION     I. On the outskirts of Nadril is the communications tower of the old refugees. This is where Magda resides, monitoring Nadril's technological protections, the extent of the Natha’s influence, and running his own personal projects for El Nysa’s technological advancement. It is isolated, filled with research labs and relics of the past refugees who have come to El Nysa — a living mausoleum of worlds swallowed up by the Storm whose peoples have refused to forget where they came from. Crew photos line the walls of the tower: pictures of alien families and friends, the refugees who came to Nadril before you. Each group of photos gradually becomes smaller in number, and the most recent of the pictures are from half a century ago. Magda's picture can be found among the first group of refugees, an unusually small cluster of photos dating back centuries in El Nysa's past. I have been on this planet for nearly two centuries. Life has come, evolved, and collided in an ever expanding culture. But Darma fears interference, and made this place a prison, with she our warden, stifling the growth of the creatures native to this world rather than encouraging them to flourish. She sent you here for answers in her stead because she knows I'll spurn her, and after seeing what that fool Raysc has wrought, I'll give you them — not for Darma's sake, but because I trust after all the Natha have done to you, you'll understand my decision. Mistakes were made, and I won't hide them. You've made it here so there's some mettle to you, and unlike the Orbiters, I'm not interested in hiding the secrets of the dangers we face. I gave Raysc what he needed to keep his actions hidden from Darma's eyes — what he needed to advance the primitive magics the Natha had doomed him to. It was old Natha tech, Darma's very own used against her. Hilarious, isn't it? Raysc learned of Nadril, and like you, braved the snow to find his way here. He proved his worth and his determination, and he spoke of a brighter future, El Nysa coming into its own, its people realizing their true potential, unhindered by the shackles that had been put upon them. I believed him. He had vision — or so I thought. In truth, he was a fool. A madman. He wasted the opportunity I gave him on his petty vengeance. But not everyone on this planet is such an idiot. Surely you lot aren't. The Natha are hiding things from us — about the Storm, about everything. And here in Nadril, we're going to find all those secrets. What's it going to be? Will you help us, or are you going to stay obedient dogs on Darma's leash? Magda isn't too talkative yet; after all, the new flock of refugees may just be here as eyes and ears for the Orbiters. But what he has said leaves you with plenty to talk about, and if you can earn his trust by helping out around Nadril, he doubtless has a great deal more to reveal. II. Central isn't the only Natha ship that made its way to El Nysa — another, crashed just outside Nadril's borders, is little more than a junk heap. It's here that you'll find the spare parts Darma asked you to retrieve for Thesa Station. What remains of the ship's hull serves as a windbreak, and snow has built up against it, turning the piles of old Natha tech inside into something of a snowy morass. Holes in the deck offer would-be scavengers passage to the ship's innards, barely illuminated with flickering lights — the tech is old, but hardy enough to withstand a crash landing, the severe weather, and the passage of centuries. Deep in the wreck are the remains of living quarters, research labs, VR arenas, mecha bays, cafeterias, and a host of other rooms, many of which may seem familiar from Thesa Station, albeit with a decidedly older feel to what remains of the smooth curves and sleek surfaces of the Natha architecture. Most of the ship's systems are damaged and the technology is nonfunctional, but that just means there's plenty of spare parts to be found. The wreck isn't in the best shape, its structural integrity damaged, and the drifting snow threatens to block off exit routes. Be careful while exploring and be sure to bring a partner. As it turns out, Darma isn't the only one interested in the wreck — Magda is also eager to get his hands on Natha technology. In his own way of taking some responsibility for Raysc, he's asking scavengers to bring him parts, muttering about seeing what he can do about Ysverai's curse. Bring him anything that looks useful, and he may have a chance to succeed, though whether he'll be more effective than the Natha Orbiters is up for debate... FINAL OOC NOTES     An AC-eligible thread with a new character as a participant for 2 NADRIL REP POINTS may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD HERE BY AUGUST 5TH, 11:59 PM EST. As always, feel free to create your own prompts and explore the Nadril location page! There are a variety of activities made available, including fishing and cave exploration! Please direct questions to the questions thread below! Thank you! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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Diva | Blood+

[colorature]

OH THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS FRIGHTFUL...

<sub>[While everyone's seemed to be freezing themselves to death, Diva's managed to get through most of storm without too much hassle, thanks in part to the enchanted dragon scale pendant she'd been awarded by the Wyver king. So far its kept her toasty, but there's a limit to its charm and soon enough it wears off. Diva's experienced cold before, but this is something else. Her long, black hair is whipping around in the wind, sticking out from the sides of her hood and doesn't help her visibility in the slightest. Thankfully her nose works better than her eyes in a situation like this, and although her teeth are chattering, she seeks out the closest person she can.

It doesn't matter who they are, but she's going to bury her face into their back and wrap her arms around their middle, as if she were a vampiric penguin huddling for warmth.]</sub>

Nnn...

BONHOMME DE NEIGE

<sub>[It may be more of an ice city than a winter wonderland, but there's still enough snow around for Diva to get a few ideas in her head. It's been years since she's built one, but surely it can't be that hard? So far she's managed to roll a ball of snow about half the size of her, quite literally rolling herself onto it in the process.

What's she doing? Well, that should be obvious, shouldn't it? If she catches you staring she'll wave a mitten covered hand your way, her long, black hair speckled with flakes of snow.]</sub>

Hey! Do you wanna build a snowman?

SHALL WE SKATE?

<sub>[As interesting and fun as the technology can be, Diva's more interested in seeking out a more authentic, wintry experience. Having stumbled upon the fishing district she comes across what's essentially a skating rink. There aren't many people on it and in all truth she hasn't really skated very much in her life at all. This isn't a deterrent however, and once she's laced a pair of skates onto her feet she's waddling her way onto the ice. There's a sharp pang in her chest that she gets when she does step onto the ice, her mind immediately wandering to JJ and how graceful he'd always seemed on it.

Maybe he'd never let her watch him skate again after what had happened.

Quite literally giving her head a shake to get the thoughts out of it she pushes off away from the wall, wobbly and looking like a newborn fawn with the way she tries to keep her balance upright. For someone usually so graceful in their movements it's kind of comical to see her try to shuffle along, arms spread either side of her like an airplane. She'd figure it out eventually, but for now she's doing her best not to fall flat on her face...and if you startle her she just might.]</sub>

WILDCARD

_{[Diva can be found exploring much of Nadril, curious about everything there is to see and do. Whether you find her being a gremlin in the cave system or taking you up on a dare it's all good and I'll roll with it!]}

skating

[hellzone]

Fufufu~ [ Yoshiko lets out a low chuckle as she looks over at Diva. At the moment, Yoshiko's standing upright, not moving on the skating ring: she puts one hand to her face, makes a 'v' shape with her fingers over her eyes, and starts talking. ]

You needn't worry, my little demon. If you focus your mind and call upon the forces of darkness for assistance, skating is but a trifle!

[ She moves forward a little bit but her foot shoots forward a bit too much and Yoshiko's gloating turns into a yell as she falls right on her ass. ]

Re: skating

[colorature]

_{[Who is this Chuuni LARPer and what does she want with Diva? Not that Diva knows what either of those things are, but still? The chuckle gets a look thrown Yoshiko's way, before her brows are raising out of confusion.]}

Demon?

<sub>[Okay, so it's not the worst thing she could be misidentified for, but still. She's just about to correct the girl before her before she watches her flip and land on her ass. Sorry, give her a moment to laugh. That was pretty funny.

She's still wobbly herself but she hasn't met such a fate just yet.]</sub>

I'm not a demon! I'm a vampire!

[hellzone]

You can be a vampire and a demon, [ Yoshiko obviously points out, as she veeeery wobbly gets back to her feet. ] Little demons come from all species.

[ She's talking like this is a completely obvious concept even though it's Yoshiko's own bizarre internal logic. When she gets back to her feet, Yoshiko gives Diva a big smile. There we go! We got it! ]

[colorature]

But I'm not. I'm just a vampire.

_{[Maybe she should...offer her some help? But then she'd probably be dragged back down too...oh well. Looks like she's managed to get back onto her feet. There's no need to do anything now.]}

A Chiropteran Queen, specifically.

[hellzone]

A what?

[ Did she just say vampire??? And what's that other word! Yoshiko's quick on the uptake as she quickly manages to clarify, ]

Not the vampire thing, I know what that is. [ and she honestly doesn't know if Diva's being serious about this or being chuuni as hell ] But that...Chiropteran? [ she badly mispronounced that word ] What's that?

skating

[shikomizue]

[Takasugi's wandering hasn't been entirely aimless. But with the pressing agenda out of the way, he's left to drift along with the snow. Eventually, he passes through the fishing district, where what catches his eye isn't any stall's display.

It's a creature on the ice, shaky legged and sloppy.

She's much more graceful when she's throwing men around like swatting flies.]

Looks like you're not delicate enough for this.

[He just starts talking, standing off the nearest curve of shoreline to her unsteady path.]

[colorature]

_{[Why you gotta be so rude? No really, what gives? His words aren't appreciated as she huffs, ripping her gaze from her skates on the ice only to turn it toward him.]}

You don't have to be delicate to skate, Shinsuke!

_{[Wanna go bitch? Can you do any better? She'd like to see you try!]}

[shikomizue]

[She's so accustomed to flattery - even from him - that she doesn't realize how truly rare his praise is. Luckily, she'll sooner bare the brunt of his blade again than any actual scorn.

Takasugi chuckles, scanning her posture and the uneven lines her skates leave behind.]

So what's wrong? [Intelligent isn't what he'd call her, but adaptable. Capable. A creature of physicality. She shouldn't be having so much trouble.]

[colorature]

_{[What's wrong is that she hasn't gone skating in years. Sure, the muscle memory is there, but it's proving a slow process to wake up and make her more stable, rather than more akin to bambi.]}

It's been a long time since I went ice skating.

_{[At least she's managed to get herself to stand upright, even if her arms are still out for balance's sake.]}

[shikomizue]

[He wonders if she was any good at ice skating last time she endeavored it. Maybe, maybe not - a long time for a creature like this could be centuries.

That knowledge doesn't make her look any less ridiculous, however.]

Better figure it out quickly, before someone important sees you making a fool of yourself.

[He means Solomon. Or the illusive JJ - someone he knows nothing about except that he's important to Diva.]

baby it's cold outside!!

[tailorable]

[ Bundled up in his Kingsman-issue winter gear (all black, just like the suits), he's decently cosy. Londoners don't see much snow, but he knows how to handle the cold. After all his training, the instinct to throw her off rises, straightening out his back and making him pause his trek, but he recognises the soft sound of her voice and the dark hair peeking out from under the hood behind him.

Oh. ]

Most people say hello first. [ teasing, definitely, although he sounds fond, too. ]

[ It's probably embarrassing how much Diva gets the better of him, popping over to his flat unnoticed and sneaking up on him now... but he can't be too bothered about it, when she means well, in her way. ]

[colorature]

<sub>[While she's certainly not harmless there's nothing Eggsy has to worry about around her. He's solidly made a spot for himself on her do-not-kill list and so far said list is something she's adhered to. Her hello comes a moment later following his words, muttered against the back of his coat.

She does mean well in her own way, definitely not harm. Not toward him.]</sub>

I feel like we were dropped in Antarctica...

[tailorable]

[ a short laugh. ]

We may as well have been.

[ At least the Natha gave them supplies and ample opportunity to prepare this time. For his part, Eggsy ran every Nadril simulation available. He drops his gloved hands to cover her own around his middle, gently untangling them so he can turn to face her. He brings their hands back together, rubbing hers to create friction. ]

Not enjoying the cold?

[ Time to play his new favourite game: Is this a vampire thing or a Diva thing? ]

[colorature]

<sub>[It's a pretty fun game, considering how weird she is. After all she even differs in ways from her Chevalier. She can't help but give him a look as he rubs her mitten hands between his own. Sure, she's bundled up pretty well and sure, it's not like she's never experienced cold before but to this extent and for such an extended period of time?

She's over it.]</sub>

Just because I won't die from frostbite doesn't mean I want to turn into a popsicle.

_{[That's a good enough answer, isn't it?]}

snowman!!

[gekkajuu]

[Oh look, it's Diva! Atsushi waves back eagerly, giving her a bright smile as he approaches.]

A snowman... That would be fun, wouldn't it?

[colorature]

<sub>[It would be fun, which is why she's indulging in the act in the first place. It's been ages since she made a snowman, but it's proving to be as fun as she remembers it being. Once Atsushi notices her and returns the wave she's grinning, rolling off her snowman base to slip onto the ground and into the snow with a small, muted thud. She's a bit like a dog when she pulls herself up and shakes the white flakes off, only to rush over to meet him half way.

She wastes no time grabbing his hands with her mitten covered ones, giving them a squeeze as she grins up at him.]</sub>

Yes! You know how to make one, right?

[gekkajuu]

[She continues to be unbearably adorable... His smile only widens at her approach, though her question has him thinking a lot harder than he should.]

I know the basics, at least? I can't claim to be an expert, though.

[He lets out a soft breath. He really is putting too much thought into this.]

I'm sure we can figure it out together.

[Real question: how big a snow ball do you think his furry yaoi hands can make? Answer: IT BIG!]

[colorature]

<sub>[Bless his furry yaoi hands tbh.

Pleased that Atsushi at least is willing to go along with her shenanigans, she tugs him back toward the ball she'd begun to roll, showing it off with a bit of vigor and pomp. It's pretty large, all things considered, but it could be bigger.]</sub>

Usually they're made with three snowballs...and we'll have to find things for the face and arms, but I'm sure we can manage!

cuddle-me-elmo

[morbide]

[Oh how the turns have tabled...

It's no surprise that she'd bury her face into his cape. It's like a big blanket, and Henry's having far less trouble keeping warm now that he's cloaked more warmly in the winter gear offered by the Natha. Upon being squeezed around the middle, Henry yelps.]

It'd be hard to see you through this blizzard and all, but it's impossible to see who you are if you're behind me. The eyes on the back of my cape are purely decorative, I'll have you know. [His voice lilts playfully, as though he doesn't really mind the contact.] And besides, you could just ask for me to share! I'm nice, and I'd do it.

[colorature]

_{[There's another muted groan as she pulls back enough from him so she can shuffle her way around to his front instead. He doesn't sound annoyed and so she sees no reason to let go. It's a return of a favour or something like that! Sure, she could've asked...but what's the point? He proved to be pretty endeared to her the first time they met so...this is fine.]}

Henry...it's so chilly!

_{[Even though she's decently bundled up herself, what milky white skin of hers that is exposed is red from the frigid air. He won't get too good of a look at her red nose though because she's quickly pressing her face into his chest stubbornly. Ah, the perks of being short...]}

[morbide]

Chilly's putting it lightly. I'd be a people-sicle without these boots and stuff that we were given, and my toes are STILL numb as can be!

[With little care for personal space, Henry allows her but then adds the cover of his cape to the mix, creating a bubble away from the dry, biting wind.]

Did you already use that pendant? Is that why the cold's getting under your skin?

[colorature]

<sub>[These puns...if only she was less cold so she could appreciate them fully.

But, ah...this is nice, being fully cocooned in his cape, having her face smooshed up against his chest. She can hear his heartbeat like this and it soothes her, gives her something to focus on aside from how frozen she feels.]</sub>

I did...but its charm is used up. It needs to be recharged.

_{[How conveniently inconvenient.]}

snowmannnn

[decathlons]

A snowman?

[ he echoes, already approaching her. fact: peter's never seen this much snow in his life, outside of the training simulation. fact: they might be here for serious reasons, but he is still...a teenager. fact: building a snowman does sound fun, actually, and it's not every day a pretty girl asks him to help with that. he actually glances around just to be sure she's talking to him. ]

What, me?

[colorature]

_{[Does it look like there's anyone else around? Yes you, Peter. She's talking to you.]}

Yes!

_{[And just in case he's not fully sold on the fact she's talking to him she'll couple said yes with a nod.]}

Do you want to help?