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014 Finding to many things [OPEN]

WHO: Moana.
WHERE: All Over.
WHEN: November 4th – 15th
OPEN TO: EVERYONE.
WARNINGS: None.

[ooc: Let me know the day and where you tag her. It is all open to run into her at any time or in between any action!]

Nov 4th – 10th | Letters Everywhere | 6i & 7i

Moana spent a great deal of time on her own.

She traveled between the two villages; checking on the boat, Itiiti and the ocean while also making an appearance at the inn to try to help everyone get ready for whatever winter horrors were about to befall them. Moana really hated the winter. She wore shoes, remembering Rory's threat of frostbite, but otherwise wore her island dress with a cloak pulled over her shoulders. Moana was against jackets because it restricted the moment of her arms.

When the first letter arrived, she was outside, collecting the milkweed stalks that she used to make fishing nets and rope. The envelop was red, almost missed among the collection of leaves that it had fallen into; what made it stand out was the familiar flame insignia that was sealed on the outside of the letter. Moana paused in her task to read it, her eyes narrowing at the block letters.

"What?" She looked around her to see if anyone was around to notice her outburst before continuing to read the letter. This was insane. She ripped it up, hiding the small pieces of paper among the red fall leaves. She thought it was over until she received a second letter the next day. This one was waiting for her when she went to get water for the inn. She frowned at the letter and then soaked it until it fell apart in her hands. The letter hadn't technically done anything wrong but it was receiving the brunt of Moana's frustrations. Two letters destroyed. Moana hoped that it was over.

The third day, Moana found the letter in the kitchen when no one else was around. She gapped at the red envelop, wondering how it had ended up in the kitchen. Someone must have seen who dropped it off. Moana pushed her way into the common area of the inn but didn't see anything that was out of place. With a frown, she threw the letter into the inn's fire, watching as the fames quickly engulfed the paper.

Three days in a row and Moana was now dreading tomorrow.

November 7th was uneventful. Moana spent the day weaving at the inn. People walked in and out of the common area at a steady rate from early morning to late evening. Nothing happened until Moana returned to her room; she found another letter resting on her bed. This was insane!

This time she didn't destroy the letter but took it with her. She shoved it into her pack and left for the other village: 7i. The path was familiar to Moana but it took her time to travel across the breach and then to her destination on the other side. Her goal was the peach trees though she wasn't sure what she was going to do once she got there.

Standing beneath the peach trees, she read the letter again, this time out load. "Steal an item of true value from another person." She looked up at the trees with a frown. "Another person." She echoed the sentiment as if it was somehow the key. She didn't want to keep finding these letters and she wasn't sure what else to do. She couldn't bring herself to steal something of true value from someone else but she had something that didn't belong to her, something that held true value to its owner.

Moana took the dormant Heart of Te Fiti and slipped it into the red envelop. She quickly scribbled a note with a pencil she had swiped from the inn weeks before and placed it at the base of the peach tree. The letter she left was short and to the point, she hoped that it was enough.

'This isn't mine and it is truly valuable. I don't know what game this is but please, let this be enough to leave the others alone. -Moana'

Nov 11th – 15th | Green House Glasses | 7i

Moana was hoping for some uninterrupted peace now that she had dealt with the fiasco with the letters. She felt a little lighter, breathed a little easier, and smiled a little brighter. She didn't think it had anything to do with the letters exactly but she felt less doom and gloom about the onset of winter. It probably wouldn't last but she would enjoy the feeling while it was here.

It was during her adventures around the 7i village that she stumbled upon the glass panes and frame for the green house. Of course, Moana had no idea what it was for but she was fairly sure that it hadn't been in this house the last time she had walked through. She tried to lift one of the panels of glass only to have it tip on top of her. She used her body to soften the fall and keep the glass from shattering but she wasn't sure how to get up without accidently breaking it.

"Help!" She called out, unsure if anyone was going to hear her.

After what felt like hours, Moana wiggled her way out from under the glass, cutting her palm in the process. It stung but she was too distracted to focus on it. Instead, she ran from the unassuming house, hoping to find someone to inform about her discovery.

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Since its discovery, Ned has not made it an overly frequent habit to travel to the other village. Naturally he finds the area intriguing and interesting, but he also finds there to be a dark cloud, of sorts, that hangs over it - as though there is something unwelcome that still resides in its soil. The sight of it after the breach in the wall was all together haunting - a mirror image of the original village, without a few key geographical features, with just enough left to insinuate that there may have been inhabitants once. It left his bones feeling unsettled and his teeth on edge, and so Ned does not travel there unless he finds some need.

Unfortunately for him, the rabbit he'd been tracking managed to hop itself over and, rather than accept defeat (and hunger), Ned decided to pursue it. With a borrowed blade in hand, he crept as silently as he could manage, utilizing his fur-lined cloak whenever he could as camouflage. He lost sight of it somewhere near the peach trees and, with a bit of a disgruntled sigh, he stands from where he's crouched and sees something he doesn't expect - Moana, kneeling by the base of one of the trees, placing a peculiar red envelope. Ned hasn't seen parchment or scrolls in all his time here, so the color mixed with the medium itself are eye-catching.

He approaches quietly, unsure if he's disturbing her when she'd rather be alone.

"Moana?" he calls quietly, voice as soft and unobtrusive as he can manage.

Moana hadn't expected anyone to appear behind her, let alone someone that she knew. She turned, placing her body between Ned and the red envelop that she had placed at the base of the tree. It didn't say that she had to keep it a secret but, given the notes persistence, Moana thought that it was the best course of action.

Of course, anyone who saw her during her war with the letters would have detected that something was up. Moana wasn't very skilled at hiding her frustrations.

"Ned." She didn't mean to sound that guilty but she'd been caught doing something that she was trying to keep a secret. "I haven't seen you in a while." She had seen him but they haven't talked for awhile. He was busy with his family and Moana was all over the place with boats and bad ideas fueling her actions.

"Yes, it feels as though it has been many moons since we last spoke," Ned replies, nodding his agreement as he draws closer. He's already noticed the envelope, of course, but he makes a good show of pretending he's none the wiser as to what might be taking place. "I believe the last we spoke was when I was planting the Weirwood sapling just sound of my home, if I am to remember correctly."

He had, of course, seen her about the village - but he or she were always otherwise preoccupied with other things. He had reminded himself to go and check on her, but something always seemed to interrupt his ability to do so.

"And I do take on the burden of responsibility myself; I should have come by to see you. I hope you can forgive me for failing to do so."

Moana shook her head. "No, you're fine. I've been busy with the boat and then the voyage. I haven't had a lot of time..." She looked a little nervous. "Sorry." She should have come to see him but Moana was constantly giving herself things to do. She helped out at the inn, as well as worked on her own projects which varied depending on the day. She recently took time to teach Jax how to fish and make a spear.

"How is the tree doing?" She shifted a bit, trying to hide more of the letter behind her back. Ned was a lot like her own father, which meant that he probably knew that she was trying to hide something.

"Did your voyage prove to be fruitful?" Ned asks, tone still one of innocence and simple curiosity. He shakes his head, however, at her apology. "Please, there is nothing for which you need to be sorry. It seems that, even here in a village with no outside exposure, there are still things that keep us occupied and busy. I do promise, however, to make a more conscious effort to come and see you. Though I hope you know that my door is always open to you, too."

Ned's features begin to lighten to something more amused than scolding, and he no longer tries to hide the fact that he's well aware of the envelope.

"It is thriving, despite my fear of it failing to take root," he says, gaze shifting to the letter. "Might I ask what it is you are so intent on keeping secret?"

Moana's head chin dropped an inch. "Not really. There isn't anything out there. I turned back before we ran out of food." That wasn't the only reason that she had decided to turn around and head back to the village. "When I was out there I had a dream. Except it wasn't a dream. I was home and I returned the heart of Te Fiti. That's when I decided to turn back."

She was needed here, not out on the water heading in random directions.

"That's good." Moana commented on the tree before her expression fell. "It's a secret." She's pretty sure it's a secret. "I think..." Moana didn't sound that confident. "I got this letter and it told me to do something. I don't think anyone is supposed to know about it."

"So as far as you were able to tell, the sea leads nowhere." Then all of Ned's suspicions about them being stranded and, in essence, ship-wrecked (without the vessel, of course), are likely true. He wonders how much of the water upon which Moana sailed was constructed by the Observers, or if any of what they experience is, in fact, reality. The implications of such things is enough to make Ned feel as though is skull is cracking in two, so he'll keep that to himself for now. Instead, he shifts his focus to Moana.

"A letter? Do you know who sent it to you?"

"No. Not no where. It stretches... like the shore." It hadn't felt normal, not like the ocean that Moana knew. It was just a feeling but, after everything that's happened, she wants to trust it. Her hand moved over her heart as she spoke and for a moment, she forgot about the letter that she had been trying to hide.

"Oh. No. I mean... It had that flame. You know, the same that was on the things we woke up with." She turned behind her and gently pulled the wax flame symbol off the envelop. "This." She paused the wax piece over to Ned in case he wanted to look.

"It stretches like the shore? How so?" Ned inquires, brows stitching together loosely. He wonders if it indeed leads somewhere, and if that somewhere might be an attainable feat with more extensive preparation. He is not of a seafaring people, however, and he knows to bow out of realms in which he has no knowledge. If a Greyjoy were here, he or she would know how best to travel the sea.

Though, from what he's learnt from his children, it's best if he never sees another Greyjoy in all his days to come.

"Aye, give it here." Ned reaches out for it, turning it over in his fingers to examine it. It's a familiar sight, one he hasn't seen since his arrival in the village, but it reminds him of the messages sent by raven back home. The intact seal of the house was a method to prove secrecy and authenticity, and he doubts that a flame sigil showing up here, embossed in wax, was any less important. "Where did you find it?"

Moana wanted to explain it to Ned, the way the ocean moved and felt beneath her boat but she couldn't. You'd have to be a sailor to really understand and she knew that he wasn't. His place was in mountains with wolves not on a boat with fish. She chewed at her lower lip before suggesting an alternative to his question. "Walk along the shore, then you'll see what I mean. It's the same on the ocean. Like some sort of magic." That was the best way for her to explain it.

She really hoped that it was enough for Ned to understand. In their past conversations he could make those leaps easily though at the time Moana hadn't known what she was talking about. Now she knew and couldn't convey it the way she wanted too.

Her eyes dropped to the seal as Ned inspected it. She didn't want him to know that she had replied to the letter at all. "I kept finding it. First it was outside, then waiting for me in the kitchen and then another in my room. I kept destroying the letter and it kept coming back. I don't know how but no one saw anything."

Moana's meaning is a bit beyond what Ned can grasp, but he understands that a topic as vast and meaningful as what the ocean means to her - and to her people, as he recalls - is something she will never be able to convey with words. He understands that there are limitations to what she can explain, and it is no fault of her own; if anything, it is a fault for his limited and land-dwelling understanding. So, he simply nods, accepting that it is something he will never truly comprehend.

He believes, however, that he has some inkling - even if he cannot feel it in his bones the way he suspects she can.

"Were you alone each time? Could it have been left by someone who'd gone unseen? Before you could notice, perhaps?" he asks, continuing to turn it over in his hands, trying to ascertain its origins. It's unsettling to think that it had been delivered much in the way their gift boxes are, without a sender and without a courier. "Have you opened it?"

"I was alone." Moana confirmed as her dark eyes dropped to the space behind her. Every time she had stumbled across a letter, she had been alone. "Anyone could have stumbled across it but-" Her voice cut as she turned to look back up at Ned. "Each time it was me. I was the one who found it and the letter was the same each time. It's like it was meant for me." She didn't want to over play her importance but she couldn't shake the feeling.

Moana paused again, trying to organize her thoughts. "I tried to find out who left it but I couldn't." One of the letters had been left in the kitchen and Moana had searched for the person who might have left it there. She hadn't been able to find anything.

At his second question, she nodded her head. Moana had already answered this question when she told him that it said the same thing each time but she hadn't told him what the message had been about. "It was asking me to do something. I didn't want to do it. So I destroyed the letter. The next day, another one appeared." Her fingers reached behind her, curling protectively around the envelop that she had left beneath the peach tree. "I thought if I didn't do it. Then the letter might go to someone else. So I thought of a way that might stop it." She didn't know for sure but she loved the people here and she wanted to protect them.

"It very well might have been, given what we've seen in the past. Even with things as innocuous and beneficial as the gifts. They are left for us, specifically, though we've never once seen the courier," Ned replies, eyes falling back to the envelope. They trace the outline of the flame with some more consideration. There is something deeply unsettling about it, about the insinuation of flame as a sigil. It can warm and keep living things alive, but it can just as easily take life away and leave nothing in its tracks.

"Might you tell me what it asked of you? You needn't if you'd rather not, of course."

Moana looked conflicted. She trusted Ned and she wanted to tell him but she worried about what he might think. Most of the people she talked to didn't agree with her ideas and this one was just as crazy as the others.

After another thirty second pause she grabbed the envelop behind her and held it out for Ned. Inside he'll find the Heart, the note she had left and the note that the overseers had left for her. She waited in awkward silence, feeling the heavy weight of the air on her shoulders as she watched Ned read and sort through the envelop.

"It might not count." She muttered after a moment, talking about the stone.

Ned eyes the envelope with some hesitation, not wanting Moana to give it over out of fear of disappointing him or because she feels obliged to listen to him. When he feels that she's come to the answer on her own, he reaches out for it and takes it, casually investigating the contents. She reads the message that was delivered first, ignoring the strange chill that sits at the base of his spine as he reads the words. He folds it up and reads her message, running a finger across the etched surface of the stone. He replaces it all back into the envelope and, instead of simply handing it all back her, he approaches and envelops her in an embrace.

"I am humbled by your willingness to do what you can in order to help protect the others. There are not many in the world, this or the next, that would approach life with such selflessness. I'm sorry you've had this weight put upon you."

Moana waited as Ned inspected the contents of the envelop. She felt the seconds stretch and pull uncomfortably as his eyes shifted from left to right with each line of written text. She didn't know what he'd say about her letter. It was a stupid idea. It might not work or count but Moana didn't have it in herself to do nothing.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that Ned's reaction surprised her.

She stood stunned as he hugged her before returning the embrace with one of her own. "I don't..." The words stumbled awkwardly from her lips as a new feeling filled her chest. "Thank you." She would rather it be her than someone else but she found it difficult to say anything about the topic.

For as quickly as Ned embraced her, he lets her go, though he places a hand on her shoulder, the other coming up with the envelope between them. He ducks a bit, to be able to look her more directly in the eye.

"You've a good heart in you, Moana. One that is compassionate and kind. Whereas many would've lost it in circumstances such as these," he gestures to the village around them, their environment, "Where it's easy to curl in yourself, shield yourself from everything around you, you've kept onto it. And even now, you let it guide you to make a choice that is fairest and the least harmful for as many as possible." He offers a bit of a smile, handing out the envelope to her. "If you'd ever a worry about your ability to be a good chief, this should be enough to alleviate those fears."

Moana slowly took the envelop back from Ned while meeting the intensity of his gaze. She didn't think that what she was doing was special. In fact, it was stupid. It wouldn't work but she wanted to try anyway.

"You think so?" Her voice was light and curious.

She could feel the warmth in Ned's voice as if it was something tangible that she could touch. How did he do that? "Um... thank you." She wasn't sure what else to say.

Oliver spends most of his time on the other side of the breach, on the newer side of things. He likes that it isn't as full of people as the more established village and it's a place where he can be alone with his thoughts. He's doing one of his runs, a lazy circuit around the village to the lake and back to the more inhabited side when he sees what looks like an unfinished building. That is new.

He draws up closer, still jogging to keep his heart rate up, and that's when he hears a cry for help and sees someone pinned under the glass. Run forgotten, he puts his hands to it and lifts it to try and get it off her. It's not heavy, necessarily, but it is awkward.

"You all right down there?"

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Moana kicked her way out from beneath the glass as Oliver grabbed the clear panel. Her hand stung but for the moment she ignore it. She rose to her feet and helped him by grabbing one of the sides of the glass. It was a good thing that it wasn't heavy.

"Yeah. Thank you."

Her palm cut into the edge of the glass before she was able to assist in leaning the panel against the metal frame. "I shouldn't have tried to move it." She would have let anything else fall but she hadn't wanted the glass to break.

"Ah." Moana flexed her hand, noticing the pool of red in her palm.

"Yeah, it looks like you cut yourself pretty good," Oliver says. He motions for her hand, wanting to examine it a little closer. There's not a lot he can really do about it out here but if it's bleeding heavily, he could at least bandage it up with his t-shirt before taking her to find one of the doctors.

"How deep is it?"

Moana looked down at her palm, as if she only just now noticed that it was bleeding. "It doesn't hurt too bad." She gently poked the edge of the shredded skin before winching. "I take that back." It hurt now that she poked it.

"I don't think it's too deep. It's not bleeding a lot." She opened her palm to show Oliver that it wasn't as bad as it seemed. She could still move her fingers.

"I don't think it needs stitches," Oliver says. He's no doctor but he's been injured enough times to know when a wound needs the edges closed and when one can heal on its own. Still, he tears off the bottom hem of his t-shirt and moves to begin wrapping it.

"We'll wrap it with this until we can get to where there's a real bandage," he says. "Good with that?"

The mention of stitches made Moana shiver. "It'll be fine. I just need to wrap it up." She tried to remember if she had something that she could use when Oliver starts to rip his shirt. "Oh, you don't have too." She didn't want him ruining his shirt considering how hard it might be for him to replace it.

"Are you sure?" It was already ripped. "Ah. Thank you."

She was usually the one being nice. It was strange being on the other side.

"It's not a problem. It's just the t-shirt. I still have the scrub top," Oliver points out. He wraps up the wound and gives it a bit of an appraising look. "That should hold the bleeding until we can get back to the other side, anyway."

He looks over at the panels of glass and the frame, assessing them. "It looks like it's supposed to be a greenhouse. Is that what you think it is?"

"Yeah." It made sense but Moana felt bad about him ruining his shirt; she'd much rather ripped something of hers. "Thank you." Her fingers gently curled in as she took her hand back. It hurt but pain was something that Moana was okay with. She'd been a very active child and was using to the scrapes and bruises that came with that.

"I-" Her voice cut as she looked from Oliver to the panels of glass. "I've never seen a greenhouse before. I know about them. Someone told me that they can be used to grow food outside even when it's snowing." She took a step forward as if to inspect the wired frame. "I thought it would be more green than this."

"It's called a greenhouse because you can keep plants in it year round and they won't die. They stay green," Oliver explains. "The sun goes through these glass panels and keeps the plants warm in a way they won't be if they're just outside in the snow."

He doesn't know where she's from that she wouldn't know the term but he's happy to explain it to her.

"Does that make a little more sense?"

Moana listened attentively as Oliver began to explain. The first part she knew but no one had been able to explain how the plants were able to survive when they were only surrounded by glass. Moana didn't have glass on her island and had only been introduced to it here. After inspecting a window at the inn she couldn't figure out how the glass could keep it the heat, it was always colder near the windows.

"A little. It's just..." She looked over at the glass panels and then finally at Oliver. "Is the sun really able to keep them warm when its cold outside? Why don't we live in glass houses then? If it's warmer." There were so many reasons why that didn't work.

"Winter is confusing." Moana announced with a frown. Her island had two seasons: when it was sunny and hurricane season.

"Well, we don't live in glass houses because the heat we have inside will escape through the glass. It's not insulated," he explains. "But in the winter, there's not as much sun so the plants don't grow. The glass concentrates the amount of sunlight for the plants inside the greenhouse."

Oliver watches her for a moment. "Does that make a little more sense?"

"But won't the cold kill the plants?" That was the part that was confusing her. Even if the house was made of glass it'd be the same temperature inside the green house as it would outside the green house.

"Like when all the leaves fall off the trees."

"It can still," Oliver says. "So you have to insulate them, which you can do with blankets or wood chips. The sun gets more concentrated through the glass, though, so it's easier to keep them warm."

He taps lightly on the glass. "And the glass keeps the rain and the snow out, too, so you can control the temperature better."

"Oh. I guess that makes sense." She was having a little trouble understanding it but maybe seeing it will help. "Does this mean that whoever brought us here is giving the village a green house? Why put it so far from where people are living?" Moana hadn't thought about it before but maybe their captors wanted them to move to this village.

"Unless being next to the ocean helps it?" That sounded silly and probably wasn't right.

"Hmm, don't think being near the water helps. It might be that they want us to move over here, though," Oliver says. "That they want us to spread out a little and not keep to the same village that everyone lives in now. I live on this side already."

Oliver knows he's one of the few who does, though.

"I'm moving here." Moana admitted as she stared at the panel of glass. "I build a boat with a few others and started putting traps out in the ocean. I thought if I could fill the inn here with things then it might give us more places to live."

She also really wanted to live by the ocean.

Her attention refocused on Oliver as if she had pulled herself from her thoughts. "Do you think that's a good thing? To want to try and do? The inn feels very full lately. I worry we might run out of room." Though right now there was a bunny in her room and nothing else. If she had found a second bunny then she might be able to bring them here to have eatable bunny babies.

"We won't run out of room as long as people start spreading out to live over here," Oliver says. "Some people are always going to want the safety of being close to other people. It's human nature. But those of us who can provide for ourselves, we're not afraid of being more isolated."

Moana seems to be one of those and Oliver knows he can do what needs to be done in order to survive. He wonders how many others in the village think like them, though.

"I guess so." Her head tilted to the side as she slipped into the depth of her thoughts. "I'd like to make the inn livable for everyone. Not just people who know how to survive but people who want to learn too. Like on my island. We all worked together and... this isn't there but I think we can do that."

She was very idealistic.

"You mean the inn on this side? That's something we can work on," Oliver says. "I don't mind helping you put in the work. I might not know how to do everything but I can learn."

He knows how to do a lot more than his background might suggest, yes, but he isn't an expert in carpentry or plumbing or anything like that. "Do you know anyone else who can help us?"

"Yeah." Moana's expression brightened when he offered to help. "That's alright. I know how to do a lot. I can make sure that the roof is fixed and the building is sealed. We need a collection of wood for cooking and keeping the building warm and then to start stocking food. I set some traps in the ocean but I haven't check them yet." She didn't know if there were fish out there or not. She was giving it some time since she had to push the boat back into the water to then reach all of the traps that she had set.

"I think I know a few people who might be willing to lend a hand. Killian knows a fair amount." And Moana was fairly sure that he was living alone at the moment, maybe he'd want to move into the inn over on this side.

"And Itiiti can sniff for mushrooms and others roots and this gives us a garden." She looked at the green house. "Eventually."

"Eventually, yes," Oliver agrees. "We have a lot of work to do but once we have everything started, it's not so difficult to maintain it. It's just...rougher living than I'm used to."

He's used to life in a city, for the most part, and while he'd been on an island for a while he's let the city make him soft. He has to hone himself sharp again. "We're lucky to have someone like you who knows what they're doing."

Moana was lucky because she'd grown up on an island that was similar to this one. The plants were different and the seasons were colder but she knew what needed to be done in order to survive. Even knowing as much as she does, she wouldn't have been able to survive if not for the others in the village.

"Everyone's important. We all have a role and a way that we can help." There were a lot of things that Moana didn't know and she never pretended too. "If there is anything that I know that you want to learn, I can teach you." Like fishing, mostly.

"I could stand to learn a few things. I could teach you about the kinds of plants we have here. I'm not as good as some people are with them," Oliver admits, thinking of the botanist who sometimes runs the town halls, "but I grew up in an area similar to this one. I know how to survive in a place like this when it gets cold and which herbs and plants last through the snow and which don't."

"Anything you can teach me would be helpful." She needed a place to start and the best place to do that was usually the beginning. Moana had done some tests with the plants surrounding the village but she couldn't say she really knew them well.

"Maybe in the spring we can collect seeds to?" Since they might have a green house by then also.

"I don't know much about the actual planting and raising of seedlings but I can definitely help you with the greenhouse," Oliver says. "I've got the muscle to do the manual labor part, for sure, and I know how they work."

That's a leg up on some people here, at least, but he's learned that cooperation goes a long way around here.

"I know some but I can also ask around." Moana had absolutely no reservations about asking for help.

She smiled at him. "Thank you." He had saved her from a losing fight with a panel of glass, wrapped up her hand using his shirt and now he's offered to help her create a livable area for those in the village next to the ocean. It felt like a lot, more so since they had just met. "For offering to help me." She clarified, just so Oliver knew why she was thanking him.

"I don't see you around the inn in the other village." She was curious as to why when he seemed so helpful.

"Don't spend any time there," Oliver says. That, at least, is slightly sheepish since he'd avoided the Inn like the plague for the majority of the time he's been here. It's only now that he's ventured out a little and spoken to others.

"You may have seen my girlfriend, though. Felicity? She has long blonde hair?"

"Felicity?" Moana repeated the name before shaking her head. She might have seen her but she didn't remember formally meeting her. "If I run into her I'll make sure to say hi." She liked meeting people and while being stuck here wasn't the best situation, Moana was determined to make the best of it.

"If I get the inn here together, will I see you and Felicity there?"

"Well, I hope so. Felicity likes to go out a lot more than I do," Oliver admits. "So there's a good chance that if we get the new Inn up and running, she'll probably drag me out and say that since it's a shorter distance to go, I have no excuse to stay home."

Moana nodded her head. "Got it." She smiled and then turned her attention back to her palm. It didn't look like it was going to get infected but Moana wanted to make sure. Getting sick usually meant dying and that wasn't the sort of thing that she wanted to chance.

"I should wash this out and make sure it doesn't get infected but I'll see you around."

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