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Unlike June, Sukuna had found her new home almost immediately. The name though... didn't struck a chord with the former physician. "Happy Fun 14... Now I see where they got the prison aesthetic from." She said, a little dry until noticing a bird's nest in front of her, with several broken eggs. But one of them was intact, an egg not bigger than a fingernail with a chocomint-like pattern. Sukuna decides to take the egg, sweeping the remaining ones off into the bushes, while caressing the egg. "Let's see what you're going to be... and what I can turn you into~"

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Myrcine managed to find her way home,after quite a trip. Much to her surprise,no one was there. The house was...quite comfy actually. There were already enough furniture for her standards. Overjoyed,she placed the map on the counter,still wearing her spouse's nametag, and used her tail as a spring to hop on the couch. She hasn't felt such comfort and the touch of such a soft material in almost forever,literally. After shoving her head into wherever she could,be it soft chairs,couches and whatnot, she stood up and decided to patiently wait for...her spouse...Just the thought alone embarrassed her. She stood next to the furniture opposing the door,getting more and more anxious by the second.

Wy smiles. A smile filled with fear. He looks all around. "Um. You're. Xeraphina? Right? Your partner is... Geira Elliðadóttir. Lovely girl, I'm sure... You'll have to find your way to Short Street 23... Your partner should be waiting there, I just sent her off." He hastily gives her a map and a name tag, along with the... oh, you know by now, right?

Wy now turns his direction to a short... fae guy? He's not sure. He tilts his head as he listens to his questions.
"A real thinker, huh. You must be Revron Willow. For your questions, in order: This is a different universe. You literally can't escape before we want you to. I'm sorry. You have to have a spouse. Whether you love them romantically or not is up to you. Just get on good terms with them. And no. It'd be... inhuman to force people to have children in prison. Finally, I can't tell you. I'm not quite sure on how I got here myself."
He gives Revron the necessary gear. "Your partner is a girl called Ti- I'm sorry, Jackie Kyle. You guys live by Griffon Alley 5. Hope you have fun. Or don't. Sorry."

Wy coaches himself into feeling somewhat relaxed as he faces Sukuna. "I didn't. The bigger guys did. Seriously, I know I'm the first guy you guys see, but I'm pretty much in the same situation... C'mon, man."

'Huh. Another human.' Wy thinks as he looks at Darian. He says a quick hello back. Politeness. "Darian Forgroth, right? You live by Happy Fun 12. I still don't know why it's called that. Your partner is a person named Myrcine Sarrea. She should be by your place by now. Hope you guys hit it off." He shrugs.

Freja took her name tag and map thankfully, but she didn’t smile or make any warm gestures towards Wy. His voice was annoying. She started down the path that he had pointed to, following the map to ‘Lynx Woods 30’. Eventually finding her way, she spotted the few pathetic trees Wy had mentioned. She rolled her eyes and walked up to the house on the corner, stopping at the front door as she examined it. Plain and a dirty, pale blue in color, the house was two stories but surprisingly small, barely standing out against the others on the street. If she focused hard enough it would almost disappear. Just her kind of place. Opening the scratched wood door, she took in the sight of her new home.

With a bland interior, the front door opened up into a grey-looking living room with wooden floorboards, a white rug spanning under the furniture, and a wide TV that looked as though it hadn’t been used in centuries. Following the hallway that led out of the living room was a checkered floored kitchen with brown walls and regular kitchen appliances. Leading away from the kitchen is the dining room- Freja noticed the table was only set for two. Past the dining room was the stairs that led to the second floor, which she assumed were the bedrooms and possibly a bathroom. There didn’t seem to be a basement.
She walked up the stairs and checked out the first bedroom- more beige in color, the sheets were a sandy brown with light brown wooded floors, and light caramel colored walls. A small closet and a dresser sat on one side, a ceiling fan hung from the roof, and a beanbag chair was perched in the corner. She ducked out of the doorway and checked the other room- with a more dirty-purple/blue coloring, the bedsheets were light blue with white pillows, and a brown dresser-desk sat opposite the bed. A walk-in closet was set in the wall next to the door, and a wide window with blue patterned curtains rested in the far wall. The floors were the same as the rest of the house- light brown wood, and the walls were painted a pastel indigo. There was a landscape painting of a mountain range with a blue-streaked sunset hanging above the bed.

Freja decided she liked the second bedroom best and set up what little she had there. She figured she would get more stuff as she continued living here, but as of right now all she has is a pouch with some money, birdseed for Eren and her ring. She collapsed onto the bed and sighed. She wondered when she’d meet this ‘Izumi’ fellow. She wasn’t eager to meet him but at least she could get it out of the way. With a final sigh she turned over in her bed, gazing out the window. There was a sudden thunk! as a black shape knocked into the window. Immediately alert, she sat up and stared at the window, instantly on guard. She slowly got out of the bed and walked over to the window. She pulled back the curtains more and saw a pitch-black raven perched on the outdoor windowsill, acting as though he didn’t just run into it headfirst. She rolled he eyes and opened the window, allowing her friend inside. He fluttered around her head for a moment until she held out her arm and he perched on top of it, moving his head around in jerky movements. She walked over to her desk, where she had placed her belongings, and grabbed the bag of birdseed, pouring a bit out onto the desk. Eren tweeted and fluttered off of her arm onto the desk, pecking at the birdseed happily. She sighed. Eren had been her first friend since... the “accident”, and he was such a little kid, despite him being around 5 years old.

She turned away from the desk and examined the picture hanging on the wall. The room certainly was empty, she would have to fix it up a little, even if she wasn’t staying here for long. She planned on leaving as soon as she could, even if she wasn’t exactly enthusiastic to get back to her world. Now that she had more time to think about it, she could see why she was here in this “prison”. It sure wasn’t how she pictured prison to look, but there was no way to get out of here, so in a way they were pretty much locked away, trapped in this world. She shook her head. Thinking like this was obnoxious. She’ll wait for her... partner, she would call him partner, she would wait for her partner to arrive and then figure out how to escape. Alone, of course. She didn’t need another person in her life only to disappoint her. Eren was the only friend she needed. Anyone else was just a waste of time.

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Impatient, Lin walks out her house and looks around. "What is there to do?" she muttered to herself. She climbed onto a lamppost and sat on top of it. Lin looked around, she could see people being assigned to houses by Wy. Lin frowned, she was extremely bored. Normally she would occupy herself by murd- I mean READING books but the ones in her house looked boring. "Hey, Fog," she whispered and the little cloud came flying towards her. "Yes Lin?" it asked happily. "Go over there to where that Wyvern is and listen to what all those people are saying. I want info on them, just in case." Fog looked at her strangely and fluttered away to where a group of people were standing and listened quietly. Lin jumped on her house's roof and stared at the blue sky, slightly sad at the lack of people near her.

Sukuna sighs, snatching the name tag and map, sighing. "Yeah, I know you're not to blame but at the same time, you're our warden, so to speak. You're... quite literally the only one to complain to. Kinda your own fault." She sighs, handing Wy a little vial. "Some morphine. It seems like you need it... desperately." Sukuna nods, putting the little egg into a pocket of hers.

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Geira tries her best to ignore all the other people behind her. It looks like some of them aren't as equally fit to just accept their fate. She knows she shouldn't really feel like this, but she's kinda... excited to be here. There's so many people. So many stories. The young pups back at home will be so pumped to hear all about it. Just by the mention of a real, living dragon and they'll howl in excitement. She can't wait to go home!
...
She stops in the middle of the street. She isn't gonna go home immediately, huh. She'll have to stay here for a while. Her tail drops to the floor before she straightens it again. They'll remember her when she returns. She's sure of it.

She eventually reaches her destination. Short Street 23... It's... a bit small, isn't it? Now, Geira isn't the type of girl to complain by any means, but...
She measures the front door with her hand. It reaches her arm, so if she just crouches she can get in, right? She takes a deep breath (internally) and readies herself. Lowering her body slowly, walking forward, feeling the pressure of the wooden floor inside, and...

Oh, dog.

Why can't she move? Why can't she move?!
She tries desperately to rock from side to side, but to no avail. She's utterly, embarrassingly and unfortunately stuck. She can't help but let out a small, almost whisper-like whine.

Waiting for Fog to come back with some info, Lin hopped down from the roof and walked to where Wy was. Ignoring the Wyvern, she walked up to a bench and sat down, extremely bored. She took her shard of metal out and looked at it. Upon further inspection, it was a piece of silver. Lin put it back in her pocket and frowned. There was absolutely NOTHING to do. Lin walked up to the large Wyvern. "Excuse me," she asked, annoyed. "Is there anything to do here or do you expect us to die of boredom?"

Xera shakily took the things Wy handed to her and rigidly walked away, struggling to move her limbs due to the horrible feeling of her bones rubbing together. Everything was so cold. She pulled her blazer further over her shoulders and shuddered hard. She didn’t trust the walls nor floors, feeling like they might ravenous snapping jaws. She exhaled shakily and walked through their maws.

Shaking her head a if dismissing the thoughts that wouldn’t leave, Xeraphina rummaged with the map. She squinted and traced her finger along the page, finding where 23 Short Street was and walking in that direction. Despite how aggressively her hands may be shaking, the bags under her scarred eyes weight on her heavily. Xera ruffled her hair and approached the residence, keeping an eye out for whoever her ‘spouse’ may be. Yeah, spouse, right. Most of her negative feelings would be towards them. She narrowed her eyes decisively and stalked onwards.

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Darian raised his eyebrow at the last bit. Maybe he should've listened to the other guy... He wasn't exactly fond of the idea of haing a relationship, it was weird and uncomfortable to him. Besides, there was a big chance his partner wasn't even human. The thought terrified him a little, but he shook it off and thanked Wy. He turned towards Happy Fun 12, getting even more discouraged at the sight of it. It looked oddly childish, like a playground mixed with a goofy sit-com town. Well, at least it fit the name... He sighed and told himself to get over it, look on the bright side. It was much better than back home, and no one knew his secrets, which he hoped would stay that way. "Mycine, huh...." He said quietly, taking a note to remember her name. He slowly trudged forwards, looking for the place he was assigned. As he walked, he began to think about what the rest of his life would look like. Would he be stuck here forever? Would he get out fairly quickly and continue to live like he was? He wasn't exactly sure, but all he knew is that his fate relied on who his partner was. He quickly stopped himself from thinking so, since it sounded like a cliché love story. He stopped at the door and prepared himself, hoping for the best, knowing with his god-awful luck that his prayers wouldn't even be considered. He slowly opened the door, stopping when he heard soft thuds, like someone racing around a room. "Uh..." he muttered, continuing to push the door open. He looked through the gap that he made and saw what he assumed to be his spouse, and to his surprise, not human. In fact, she didn't look like one at all. The serpantine figure resembled an Echnida, something he had only thought was a weird figment of someone's imagination. All he had to do was be friends, right? Just from the first look he figured it wasn't going to be easy, but who knows, she could be more friendly than she looks. "Uh... hi... "

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revron shrugged as he stuck his nametag on. sure feels weird having people see your name. all while he was contemplating if he should talk to the owner of this place or something, he asks a vampire for directions , and sees a mermaid on his way to his designated place. he tried not to stare. he's been around but. not THAT much.

he looked up at the seemingly normal suburban house. now all he has to do is to find his partner.
well.
lets call them bff for now(best forced friend)

Myrcine's face perked up upon noticing the door open. "Welcome home!" she loudly exclaimed,in a weirdly serious tone. What was she saying? This was no home,this was a sugarcoated prison. "M-My name is Myrcine Sarrea,though I assume you've already been told that..." she added,slightly bowing for her introduction. Due to her bow she didn't catch not even a single glimpse of Darian's expression when he saw a non-human creature in the same place a him. At least Darian was approximately her age,which was a huge relief on her behalf.

Lin sighed heavily as the sky darkens, it was going to be night soon. She turned away from Wy and walked back to her house, where Fog was awaiting her. "No interesting info Lin, only some addresses." it sadly. " 'S alright," she muttered. "Tell me them tomorrow,". She climbed into her bed, not bothering to change her clothes and started to read a book that she found underneath her bed. She turned off all the lights apart from her lamp and looked at Fog sadly. "G'night Fog," she whispered. "Good night Lin!" it whispered back. It closed it's eyes and began to sleep and soon enough, Lin pulled the blue bedcovers over her and started to sleep, thinking of when her forced "spouse" would arrive.

"Guess I don't have to introduce myself..." He rubbed his gloved hand against his neck, then gave a small smile. So far, so good. Her being energetic was a good sign, at least for now. 'She could be hiding her true colors' he reminded himself, not putting his guard down. The bow threw him off a bit, he wasn't used to the gesture being used as a greeting. He stepped inside and closed the door, regrettably letting an awkward silence linger for a second or two. "It's fine, nice to meet you." He held his hand out, waiting for her to shake it

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Sukuna noted the darkening sky and sighed, putting the morphine back into her pocket. "Well, I'll get going... you keep your head planted. Although, if not... try to be as close to me as possible. I'd love to do some examinations on you!" With that, she left and went to her address. "Happy? Fun? Yeah, this place looks like neither. The only thing shining with happiness around here are the damn street lights." With that, she attempts to open the door before realizing. "I think that feathery warden forgot the keys..." With that, she just sat down on the porch and pulled out another syringe, just spinning it in her hand like a regular pen.

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His words sounded clearer than daylight,calming Myrcine quite a lot. After raising her head,she noticed...a smile,directed at her! Maybe he didn't mind her appearance after all! She nervously stretched her arm out as well,trying her best to keep it from shaking too much. "Nice to meet you too." It was a widely known fact that humans usually have some sort of physical contact when they first meet,being a handshake or a hug even,so she was somewhat prepared. Upon contact,she felt a wave of reassurance overwhelming all her previous fears. "I hope we get along quite well!" she added. Initially it was quite evident but she still is quite embarrassed.

After they were done with the whole introduction phase,she was very eager to explore the place out,having only seen part of the living room.

Her spouse, whoever it was, oh she would let them know how much she wanted them gone. Xera felt a furious red cover her face, her grip tightening around the page as she thundered down the path, until she reached her house. And her spouse. Who was stuck. In the... door? Her anger melted away immediately. “Geira?” She muttered, eyes wide and as she gently put her hand on who could be Geira’s shoulder. Her tail twitched as she fought the conflicting emotions she was feeling. Thinking about emotions, she forgot how angry or upset she was, replaced by her usual dead-pan quiet demeanour.

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Dasian didn't say another word, he just gave her a clearer smile, one with little to no fear and nervousness. He took a deep breath and looked around, quite amused at the set-up. It looked neat and comfortable, something he could get used to. It didn't seem too bad... He looked down at his hands and his smile slowly started to disappear, only to be replaced with disappointment. He knew that Myrcine would probably find out sooner or later, or not at all if he was lucky. Well, now was not the time to think about that, he could do that later. He put his hands down and looked into the hallway. "I'll uh... I'm gonna go look around..." He muttered, unsure of what she wanted to do.

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A number and a name. Lynx Woods 30 and Freja Azurine. Ugh. This sucked. Added with the snide comment about how stupid his infraction was from the griffon that made him want to pluck each and every feather off their head, Izumi was in a foul mood. And if his "spouse" knew what was good for them, they'd stay far far away from him. At least Lynx Woods had some nice trees though they weren't nearly as large and comfortable as the trees back home. So caught up was he, looking at the trees, that he nearly missed his assigned house, walking down until the end of the block before realizing his mistake. Ugh. This sucked. Walking up the steps of the house, bare feet repulsed by the warm concrete, Izumi scowled at the run down appearance of what would be his new house. It was too industrial for his tastes and he made a mental note to search for a park or something like that once he had made obligatory niceties with his "spouse".

Knocking firmly on the door four times, Izumi waited another four seconds before stepping in. Announcing his presence in a slither of words that barely made any sense, he closed and locked the door behind him. Immediately the first thing that crossed his mind when looking at the apartment was cold. The windows were barely large enough for him to get any sun in and everything just looked. Sad. His scowl deepened even more as he trudged through the house looking for a nest to collapse in. Throwing open the first door, he was meet with the sandy beige of a bedroom and his eyes zeroed in on the beanbag chair. It didn't quite fit his criteria of a nest and when he poked it, it seemed too flimsy to even carry his weight, but it was as good as anything. Gingerly sitting down, Izumi immediately melted into the familiar feeling of a nest, finally. a nest a nest a nest it was like home again. A pleased groan slipped from his lips as he cracked open an eye (when had he closed them?) to try and spot a window. Thankfully he had a medium sized south facing window and dragged his nest right under it to the sole spot of sun and simply lounged there for a moment. The light sun did nothing to warm his cold scales but the familiar action of it all did more than anything to soothe his frazzled nerves.

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Osiris stood at the back of the gathered inmates for a while, his impatience slowly starting to build, shown by the sudden sneer painted across his muzzle. After a few more moments, he started to shoulder his way forwards, his broad chest easily pushing past several of the first few. His broad chest, lined with taut muscle and tendons, built by so much enraged throwing and swinging. Swinging heavy hammers, that's what built him. Throwing flaming articles of anything flammable, doused in oil. That's what built him. His upper body was nothing to laugh at, and here it helped his greatly; just about every other inmate was smaller or weaker than him, allowing him to quickly push beyond the outer edges of the crowd. When he came within earshot of Wy, he started barking demands. "Hey! Either get a move on or let me go! I haven't got time for this sh--!" His aggressive voice rose easily over the other hubbub caused by the others gathered.