Eastbound samples aayy

[soulsrob]

[Well.

Well.

This was certainly a predicament, wasn’t it? It was wiser to keep her mouth shut and go along with what was needed of her until she could collect her bearings, so with a wide-eyed look and a smile like she was serving kings, she did her work with gusto. She hums, she moves about like she’s dancing, she acts like this is something she’s been doing since forever, even if her attempts at actually cleaning anything are incredibly clumsy and haphazard.]

Sorry! Really, so sorry, I’ve never had to do this, you see. [She babbles despite the fact none of them can understand her; it doesn’t seem to deter her cheerful mood at all.

By the end of the day she aches in places she didn’t even know existed and physically feels exhausted. When she’s ushered into a cell for the night, she at least has the energy to look vague disappointed that she’s being tied up to someone else— a man no less, excuse her??—and gives a, ‘come on now, REALLY?’ look at the guard who pays her absolutely no mind to leave her there.]

Really, so rude, these kidnappers.

[No one else has been able to understand her, so she doesn’t expect him to be able to either, but she grins at him in a friendly way anyhow, pushing her hair behind her ears from where it’s fallen from being curled up on top of her head.

Winnie rolls her shoulders and then winces, the smile falling into a slight pout.]

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[beitangmoran]

[Moran certainly hasn't been enjoying the work, but he knows better than to lord his status from his own world over anyone here, because clearly, no one would care, and mostly, no one would even understand him, from what he can tell. None of the people he has met so far speak any language intelligible to him, and no one understands his own.

They seem to have understood he is a disaster at cooking though, so instead he's been sent to scrub and clean. He's not very good at that either, to be quite honest, and his silk robes have taken quite a battering from it, but doing so has allowed him to try and listen to their captors, an attempt to keep his brain engaged by looking for linguistics patterns in their speech while doing the mindless tasks.

He's still pretty tired by the end of the day, and his eyes are closed until the moment where he feels himself being bound to someone else, and he opens them a slit to examine the person... who starts speaking in an unknown language.

He gives her a small smile and shakes his head.]

I am sorry, young lady, but I do not understand.

[She doesn't look hurt, but she looks rather unhappy at the company, and he would apologize except it is in no way his fault.

He closes his eyes again, leaning against the wall for a bit of respite. They're not being fed much, so he'll have to make do.]

I wonder who decided those cell assignments.

[Isn't it not normally done to mix men and women together? Most prisons do not do that.]

[soulsrob]

Oh! Oh, dear... [She frowns a little, sitting up a bit straighter as she tucks her skirts beneath her. A corset isn’t quite that comfortable to recline and lounge in, so she’s forced to sit straighter.

An entirely foreign language, though it sounds vaguely familiar in that it sounds like something she might’ve heard back home. Maybe. Probably? It’s probably better not to think too hard on it.

She hums thoughtfully and looks around, glancing down at the rope looped across her wrist, giving it a few curious tugs to test for weakness. After a moment she lifts her head to examine him with open, shameless curiosity. His clothes look fine and of nice quality—her own dress isn’t silk, but despite the dirt and stains on the skirting now and the fraying of the hem, she doesn’t look too worse for wear.

Boldly she reaches out to take the edge of one of his sleeves lightly between her fingers, sliding the pad of her thumb against the silk and looking a bit curiously delighted about it. Then she smiles up at him and gives a thumbs up.] It’s very good quality! It’s pretty!

[It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t understand the words exactly; she hopes the tone gets across anyhow. She sits up again and points to herself]

Winnie.

[beitangmoran]

[He would normally bristle at someone taking such liberties with his person - and he does, internally, a little, because he is an Imperial prince, thank you very much, and you can't just come and touch his clothing, Madam! But he's tired and in a situation where this will very much not help, and she is mostly in the same situation, so he'll just... vaguely nod at her words while not understanding any of it, only that she seems to approve of... something. His clothing, apparently. Good. Splendid. This also helps nothing, but being sarcastic at someone who doesn't understand you is not satisfying in the least.

The next gestures are more explicit at least. introductions should, of course be happening, and he nods to show he understands, before he says his full name.]

Beitang Moran.

[Hmmm, this might actually be difficult for her to say. Her language doesn't seem to have as many inflections as his. Maybe...]

It's probably easier like this.

[He points at himself like she did.]

Chen Wang.

[soulsrob]

[Her smile is still in place, light and friendly like she doesn't notice at all that he seems a bit exasperated--or maybe just tired? Ah, well. He doesn't have the language required to tell her to stop and she's going to take advantage of that.

He says--something, and her eyebrows furrow a little, not sure if it was a name or something else. But then when he gestures to himself and says something different, she assumes that's probably the actual name?]

Chen Wang. [She sort of slurs the words together by mistake and frowns, brow furrowing again in concentration before she repeats it a bit slower, more accurately.] Chen Wang.

[And then brightening once it seems she's got it. She can't exactly execute a full curtsy like this, but she bows her head and upper body as best she can with the corset in the way before she straightens.

Winnie turns a little and leans over, dragging her finger through the dirt to draw a vague outline of the United Kingdom onto the ground. She points to herself, then the island she's drawn.]

England. [Then she writes down 'England' beneath it.]