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Finally reaching the establishment,Myrcine took a very long look at the board,detailing the jobs available.She lifted her finger and moved in a way so as to cross them out. "I've never built anything ever and I don't think my arms are able to perform at such a level to put parts together and make wings so...that's a no...Tone-deaf....Just got here as well..." she kept thinking to herself. "Alright!Sorting bottles it is..." Sure it wasn't the most exciting but it was the only one she could do. "Have you made up your mind,Darian?"

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Wy looks down at the new fellow approaching him. He looks down at his board, then up at the man again. Well... as much man as this guy was. It wasn't all creatures that appreciated being called man. For some species, it was a grave insult.
"Fog, right? Your partner would be..." He looks to the side, spotting Revron. He didn't have his spouse, right? Perfect. "Your assigned spouse is this lovely fellow over here, Revron Willow! You live by Griffon Alley 5. I'm sure he can show you the way. Have fun, don't die. Please. It's a lot of paperwork."

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Mumbling a quick, "see you later" at Xeraphina and the thick air in the house that can just as well be sentient, Geira walks out of the door. Just get a job now...
She walks down to the job... board? What is it called? Whatever. There's a lot of people. That's what counts, rights?
She sneaks past a familiar snake-creature she's sure she's seen before when first arriving, and finally manages to take a peek at the board. Hmm.
She would never trust herself with poison. She can't craft stuff. She's not sure if she can even play music. And... well... She's not quite sure if she's that welcoming either. Geira wouldn't say that she's very tall herself, but some villagers are definitely shorter than her. And then comes the fact that most species here simply don't emote other than with their face...
No. Rather play music then. She can do that much. Surely.

Fog smiled, he could finally meet his spouse! He walked happily up to Revron and stuck his hand out (to handshake). "Hello!" he said ecstatically. "My name is Fog! I'm your new spouse. Um...could you show me where we are staying?" he glanced at the streets nervously. Fog's silver tail swayed happily as he bounced around with excitement.

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The night had been fascinating for semi-nocturnal Osiris. As much as he'd love to escape, he still found some pleasure is stalking silently through the darkness, the world suddenly wrapped in a cloak of possibly flammable materials. However, when the day came, the hyena only found himself further energized by the sunlight, every ray of gold only making him excited. He found himself once more in the home-away-from-home in the prison, rushing around on all fours and cackling like a man possessed. For him, it wasn't hard running on all fours; despite his anthropology, he still retained a semi-feral anatomy, making it a simple task to fall down to his hands and use them as his species did in other worlds. He knew somebody might hear him, and knew somebody might identify the noise as him, seeing the unique sound he made in a laugh... But he also knew that nobody would quickly rush in and figure out what was happening. Or... So he hoped.

Lina-Marie blinked a couple times, adapting to her new surroundings a little, before dashing around from place to place and inspecting it, while rambling several formulas under her breath. When she suddenly straightened her back and got to the question: "Where am I?!" She yelped, her second pair of legs unfolding and using them to move even faster from place to place, suddenly being right in Wy's face. "Large, gryphon-like, although lacking body hair, you're mythical!" With quick feet and more rambling, she dashed around before coming to a stop right in front of Wy and her legs folding back, as she just looked around with her hands on her chest, similar to a startled ferret.

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Darian looked up from the paper before replying with a small shrug. He had become a little lost in thought, and was still somewhat slow to react to things. "Guess I'm going with welcoming..." his tone showed that he was disappointed, but more bored than anything really. He gave a short sigh as he gazed over the faces that were around him, still uncertain about it all. It almost felt like a big laugh in the face, having to play a role in something that could be compared to a little kid's toyhouse. So I'm just a doll, my fate at the hands of a little kid who just wants to play around.

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Myrcine turned and looked at Darian,jerking her head as she wasn't really expecting him to choose that. "Ah! You opted to go for that,huh? Well,I guess you know yourself better than anyone...I should be going." As much as she wanted to be punctual and make a good first impression,she really despised the fect that she would have to be alone again. Until she befriends and gets to know another "co-worker" that is... After a short yet cheerful smile and wave,hoping to encourage Darian to do his utmost best,she started slithering towards the place where her job was assigned to.

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"oh....hi" revron looks at the mismatched animal of a guy. he shook his hand. " I'm Revron, nice to meet you." he looked back at where he came from, trying to remember his way back. "uhhhh just follow me and. we'll end up there I think."

"so,fog" revron says while walking. "whats your crime? you don't seem like the murdering type. well. i hope. or else this will be awkward when I die."

Smiling as Fog wanders over to Revron, satisfied that at least one prisoner was seemingly happy for their spouse today, he redirected his attention to the taller-than-most... girl... standing before him. It's a little hard to tell with this kind of species, he figures. Were those antannaes? That's cool.

"Gryphon?!" He takes a step backwards, putting a hand proudly over his chest. "I am a wyvern, my dear Lady. But, why, yes, I am quite mythical," he combs a hand through the little hair he sports.

"Anyways! I assume you are new here... You must be Lina-Marie if my eyes don't fool me. Your partner goes by... Huh?" He checks his tablet one extra time. Osiris? But he just let Osiris... through... Oh well. "Your partner is a guy by the name Osiris. You'll be living by Lynx Woods 13. If for some reason you can't find him in the next 24 hours, report back to me!" He shows a proper, toothy smile as he hands the girl her necessary equipment.

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Pumping herself up just a little bit, Geira repeats the address in her mind as she walks away from the little booth. Short Street 3. Short Street 3. Short Street 3. No! Short Street 7! She's been repeating it wrong this entire time! Okay, one more time, from the start...

Nearly driving herself absolutely crazy, she walks a very familiar route. This is still the very same street she lives on, but it's... a little different. There's music playing, for one. Striding over there, she gets pointed over to a little table by some less than talkative other creatures. There are notes on the table telling her to just... grab whatever instrument and begin? That's a little careless, but she guesses she shouldn't judge too much.

She carefully reaches over to grab some mystical wind instrument. They have those in her own universe, although the appearance varies a bit from the one she's currently holding. She tries blowing in it, finding the noise pleasant enough. She'd just have to figure out how it works, then. Until. It turns to night. That's... nice...

Fog laughed, "Actually, it was actually murder!" he clapped his hands together. "So what about you?" Fog asked, interested to learn about Revron. "What's the house like? Can you cook?" he asked, overloading Revron with questions. "Sorry," he said, flicking his tail idly, "I'm just very curious!" He smiled.

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Lina-Marie took some time to process all that information, as a little zap went between her antennae and then giggles, folding her hands together. "Gryphon, Wywern, where's the difference?! All of them were extinct several eons ago, when we sent them to hospitable planets!" She giggles a little wickedly, although more of a... weird funny kind, rather than malicious. Regardless, she takes the equipment and uses her primary legs this time, now using her back legs she folded to stand and got about two feet more height from them.
"Thanks! I'll try to do my best, heh, I think, I'm horrible with directions... or addresses... or geography!" She giggled again, sorting her equipment while holding it in her arms.