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Who| Adachi and you~
What| Adachi's introduced to Panem and the Hunger Games. He is not amused.
Where| District 1 Apartment level, exploring the floor(s).
When| Day of his arrival
Warnings/Notes| N/A as of yet

You are honored to be brought to Panem to compete in the Hunger Games.

Like hell he was.

Adachi kept up the innocent act at the brief explanation as to why he was suddenly in this place. It was how he protected himself, after all; playing the role of the clown and let people just assume he was nothing special. It helped him get dismissed by those "Gamemaker" creeps rather quickly, so he could get on with figuring out how he got to this messed up world, and better yet, how to get out.

So far, though, he wasn't having any luck, not that he had much of a chance to explore yet. He was shown to his quarters -- which was really ridiculously lavish and maybe the little starry-eyed act he gave when it was revealed to him would have been genuine if he wasn't going to be shoved into some death battle. Seriously, he had never even seen this much expensive stuff in his life, not to mention be able to afford it on his salary. He flopped down on the bed as his guide explained to him his new communicator and credit card, before finally leaving. It was about damn time, because Adachi had just been waiting for the opportunity to wipe off the clown make up and glare at the door.

He fiddled with the communicator first, briefly trying to figure out if it was supposed to be some kind of new fangled cellphone thing, before giving up and shoving it into a pocket. The credit card got a particular look of distaste before he shoved it into a pocket as well; yay, he has money to spend as compensation for being sent to his death. Fabulous.

After that? He was so out of that room, and the happy-go-lucky look was painted back on his face as he headed down the hall, trying to see who else was on this floor, if anyone.

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...what was that guy doing to that lamp?

Adachi had to pause and stare for a moment, because it wasn't exactly every day you just walked up on a guy that was staring at a lamp for the hell of it. He opened his mouth a few times to try and say something, but he couldn't quite get out just how baffling this was for him. Seriously, man, you're going to burn out your eyeballs; didn't you ever have an annoying grandmother preach that at you?

"Hey, uh... that's really not a good idea, 'ya know," he finally managed to get out.

Damn. Neffa jerked back from the lamp, searched for the source of the voice over his shoulder, understood that staring into the bulb that long had been a terrible idea - Adachi was just a vague shape around the burning bright spot at the center of his vision.

"I--" He blinked, tried a winning Er, just a moment smile, and realized that he had just closed off every possible approach to this conversation that wasn't Helpless Fool From A Backwater World Seeks Friendship. Wonderful. "I couldn't tell how it worked. They're on every floor, I thought it must be simple, but..." He scrubbed a hand over his eyes, and let a sheepish grin finish the thought for him.

"Eh? You've never seen a light before?"

Wow, they brought all kinds into this place. Still, Adachi kinda felt bad for the guy, considering the fact that if he didn't know what a light was, how the heck was he going to react to everything else?

"Er... I guess it's hard to explain. I guess electricity isn't something you'd be familiar with either..."

The word meant nothing to Neffa. It was intensely frustrating - back home, if something moved or hummed or glowed with no discernible source of power, it meant that there was a spirit in it, and considering that near everything here seemed propelled by some invisible force, the place should have been crawling with spirits. But four hours shut into his room muttering every summoning he knew had availed him nothing. The feeling of-- of blindness was maddening.

But he let an apologetic sort of defensiveness stand in for frustration in his expression - Well, would you really expect me to know? "They have these where you come from, too, then?" Adachi was coming into focus now, finally. "...Is this your world?"

He didn't sport the manic explosion of color Neffa was learning to associate with the people of this city, but one never knew.

Adachi held up his hands at that, shaking his head emphatically. "No! No way, not me," he responded quickly. "A more modern world than yours, sure, but I think this place might be more advanced than my world too."

More advanced...? Neffa wasn't entirely sure what he meant by that - but he let it go. It was, in the end, just another way to say different.

"Then we're both fish out of water, I suppose." He stepped forward and offered his hand to shake. "Neffa a Reyeth, of Ris-- well." An uncertain smile. "More lately, I suppose, of District 7."

The District system meant little to him as of yet - he wasn't even sure if the districts were bound to any actual physical space, as the view out his window was the farthest he'd been permitted to see thus far. All it was, so far as he could tell, was the arbitrary lines they had to draw between a crowd of people who had no other reason whatsoever to murder each other.

"Ah... Adachi Tohru. Pleasure," he replied, scratching his cheek. "I... dunno how I feel 'bout the District thing. They said I'm here representing the first one though."

He gave a shrug at that; like hell he'd call some place he never been to on this crazy world his "home". Whatever; stupid Gamemakers.

"I'm from Inaba though; that's my home."

After a moment, Neffa let his hand drop to his side; not that friendly, then, all right. He could scale back.

"Inaba," he repeated. The word rolled strangely off his tongue. "What kind of a world is Inaba?"

It was a innocent question, but it covered up a nagging sense of inconsistency. This man simply didn't... look like he could murder an arena full of armed people. Neffa knew well the (pathetic) limits of his own strength, and was fairly certain that even he wouldn't face much threat from Adachi Tohru in a fair fight. Was there any defining link at all among the Tributes?

That's exactly what Adachi wants people to think, so at least it's working on one person. The less people that know about his powers right now, the better really. When he knows what's going on better, when he has an idea of how he can try to help everyone here, then he'll be happy to let the Gamemakers know just how seriously he can hand them their asses.

"Ah, Inaba's not a world," Adachi explained with a laugh. "The world is Earth. Inaba's just my town."

...it still felt weird saying that. The city was always "his town" but... well, he stayed for a reason, and he was seriously missing Inaba, his bike, and his crappy little apartment already.

"Ah! I see." Earth? How... functional. "A entire world is too big to call home, of course."

Neffa hesitated briefly, and smoothly put on sympathy. "I left a city behind, as well. Nearly as big as this one. Not so tall, of course, but-- more beautiful." In his opinion, anyway.

Inaba? City? Ha ha... ah ha ha... oh boy, that was so funny that he couldn't correct the guy.

"Yeah, Inaba's not a bad place either, pretty too, if you like the country," Adachi replied. Not that he was ever one to stop and smell the roses; being a detective kept you too busy for that sort of thing.