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Who: New arrivals and YOU.
What: The last group arrival day before things go weird again (more on that later.)
Where: Greenway Park Information Booth.
When: Mid-Afternoon, Sunday the 25h.
Warnings: None as yet.

You know how it goes. One minute, you're in your own world. You're minding your own business. Going about your day, or maybe you're in the middle of something very, very important. Whatever the case, whether you blinked or you turned around or what have you, you're not where you were before. The first thing you might notice are the sounds around you. It's loud. Crowded. Horns honk and people shout and there's just the constant buzz of activity around you as people play and walk through and hang out in the massive park you find yourself in.

You're in a city. A large, bustling city full of people and all the chaos cities bring.

And somehow, over the din and aggressive noise pollution, you hear someone call your name.

There's an information booth nearby, with a man seated inside, watching you with vague but warm interest over the rim of his newspaper. Motioning you over, he has a packet of information for you and as he does so, he states simply;

"Check your pockets." Unless you're wearing something that doesn't have pockets, in which case, the man will tell you to check the ribbon hanging around your neck. At the end of it is a key. Maybe it's strange to you, and it'll unlock one of the apartments in the buildings nearby. Or maybe it's familiar, and you'll find a shell of your home on the outskirts of the city.

"It would be in your best interest," the man says as he points out the packet of information and hands you an envelope full of money that seem to shift colors very subtly. "If you read all of the information I just gave you."

And he's right. It has where you'll live, where to find jobs, information on a housemate (if you have one) and information on the cellphone he hands you. And there's a box of cookies that taste exactly like your favorite from home, the first bite recalling fond memories of eating them with loved ones, or biting into one fresh from your favorite bakery.

Unless you're rude, in which case, he simply stares at you until you walk away. And remember, if you persist in your behavior, he simply shuts the info booth and no manner of physical or magical attempts will get it to budge in the slightest. Or damage it.

With your cookies and information in hand, he simply gives you a small nod and a half-smile that clearly say it's time for you to move on and he resumes reading his paper.

Welcome to Wechester City.

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She found herself smiling a bit, despite how odd all this seemed. "Both are very good points. But you said that the people here don't even notice?"

"Well, WE notice," she gestured between the two of them. "But we could be by the beach one day, and here in the city the next, which is what we did, mind you. And they just claim it's always been that way! But I DO have the thought on that."

"That's a pretty drastic change," she said thoughtfully. Moving from a beach location to a city location would surely be noticeable. "What's your thought?"

"Well, I was thinking, in history books, you hear all the time about how an area was just a tiny town or little village and then centuries later after building and building and building, giant cities are formed." She made a tiny little circle with her hand before making a giant one with both arms.

"So what if when we go from one area to another, we're time traveling at SUCH a speed that WE know things are changed, but of COURSE the people here don't say anything. What took us days or nights took them centuries! And the people from before, who look just like the people of the past, they're the descendants of the people from the place before!"

While some people might think that was a strange idea, Rosabella simply nodded, because it made some sense to her.

"That's possible...but would the time traveling account for moving locations? You said the first place was a town by the beach, right?"

"Well... perhaps that's the Earth changing with it! Earth does change, does it not? But we could just be transported to a new location as easily as time travel. Both make equal amounts of sense to me."

"Oh, okay, I see what you mean. If enough time has passed, then the geography itself could have changed. Or there's a chance that the residents of the city might have had to move the location. It'd still be the same city, but the people had to change where it was set up for whatever reason."

That actually did make a lot of sense.

"That's fairy insightful."

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"Exactly so! A name is just a name, after all, so how terribly hard could it be to name things the same thing? If anything, it would be much easier to name something the same thing."

She blushed and then smiled.

"Well, thank you fairy much, miss!"

"Exactly. Or even change the name to something new whenever they moved to a different location."

It was an intriguing thought, and Rosabella returned the smile, even as her mind began to run through different thoughts.

"I wonder if we'd be able to look up something like that. After all, if it's the same city and just moved or changed the name, there should be a record of its history somewhere."

"Exactly so! Same town, different name." She tilted her head in thought at the question.

"Well, aren't most records stored in the town hall? Isn't that what it is for? Or perhaps the library?"

"Most likely." Thinking for a moment, Rosabella then nodded. "Those would be good places to start looking, anyway. I might try to see if I can find something after I'm able to look around a bit more."

"Well, then once you're more settled, I hope to see you around more often, Miss Rosabella! You and your butterfly!"

"Of course! Adelita and I would love to see you again."

Alice gave another curtsy.

"I'm sure we shall see each other again!"

As Adelita fluttered back to Rosabella and settled in her hair, Rosabella returned the curtsy. "I look forward to it!"