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[stressshopping]

[Hanna is a product of her age which meant that she communicated mostly through text. She is sitting in her new 'room' with her door open and her feet hanging from her bed.]

Okay, so I've had a look around and this place is weird. I want to know what everyone else's thoughts are or to know whose even here. Also why can't we see everything? What are they hiding? It doesn't seem very fair if they brought us here.

Not only that but we're in New York City and we're not allowed to leave? I don't know about anyone else but this is like the shopping capital of the world and I don't think Fedex or UPS deliver to underground bunkers. Also I only arrived with one outfit and that's not okay. What about tooth brushes? Unless there is more hiding in the bathroom that I haven't found yet.


[ooc: feel free to bug her in her room, the doors open. Just let me know if its an action reply.]

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action; old man

[stressshopping]

Yeah, you know how to spell right? Just spell out what you want and then send it. A lot of people shorten things but I think it's better if you stick with the basics for now.

[She gives him what she hopes is an encouraging smile.]

So, anymore questions?

action; old man

[thedeadguy]

[Yeah, that didn't make anything make much more sense to Joey, but then again, he hadn't really had any experience with these things...ever.]

Yeah, sure, kid. Thanks.

action; old man

[stressshopping]

[Hanna grinned brightly.]

You're welcome!

[She looks proud of herself before turning away and heading back towards her room.]