On the other side, there's a charming forest of pine trees in the shadow of a mass of skyscrapers, reaching far away between relatively narrow streets. The weather is pleasantly warm, maybe even a touch too hot. And there are people dressed in shiny, bright hiking gear making their way towards the outskirts of the woods where Weiss finds herself.

Ooh! Is this... Earth? She remembers skyscrapers and cities... Sort of. Rifts are always fun- You never really know what you're going to get.

She takes human form quickly, and weaves an illusion over her usual loose, minimal outfit of something more traveller-y; In this case, thinking about city clothes, a swooshy and fairly flared out dark grey pleated skirt that goes to mid-shin and a blue hoodie with a graphic of a fox on the front. To hide her tail and ears, respectively, without the hassle of keeping up an active illusion of invisibility, and instead allowing the more passive one of fake clothes to work. And then she walks casually straight towards the city.

The hikers wave at her, and taking a closer look, she sees that the buildings are invariably super-tall, forming big courtyards around large pools, playgrounds and parks. The architecture seems very... efficient, but the simple buildings look appealling still, and there are absolutely huge amounts of glass all over the skyscrapers. People are going places sitting on bikes where the wheels spin themselves. There are cars, but Weiss only sees a few; all of them are ambulance-sized, for whatever reason. She doesn't smell any diesel or gasoline or really smell much tire dust, either.

Nice place. Europe, maybe? Resort town? She takes a casual stroll and listens in to conversations with ears a lot better than it looks like she has and tries to figure out if she recognized the language.

She knows it, somehow. She doesn't recognize it. It's... efficient, blunt, informative? It almost has the vibe of computer code. As she keeps going, she sees a small group of teens wearing what looks like latex spacesuits making their way into a waiting black car.

(Hehe. You're welcome.)

Okaaaay that's always a little unsettling but it's best not to dwell.  Thank you, Tamamo.

"It looks like you're headed somewhere interesting," she calls to them.

They wave at Weiss. "Yes, we're doing mountain climbing, it's supposed to be our big expedition project. Don't want to be slowed down by altitude sickness, you know."

"Huh! Good skill with that."

She's noticed odd clothing choices twice already. She starts paying more attention to the clothes people wear. Her hoodie might be out of distribution!

Her hoodie is out of distribution, yes. People's clothes aren't too unusual, outside of significantly more people dressed in athletic clothing and men wearing skirts, as well as school uniforms having skirts for boys and girls (judging by the kids she occasionally sees walking around dressed identically). Occasionally, she sees a massive and impractical dress, or a fursuit, or something else that's more weird like that, and almost nobody wears a hoodie, at least in this weather, but it's not like local fashions are totally alien or anything.

If she were wearing a massive and impractical dress, or a fursuit, she'd welcome appreciation and comments about them.

"How do you get it to stay up like that?" she asks of the dress.

"Well, I'm wearing a polymer frame under it, mostly. And I'm careful to walk slowly and deliberately so I don't trip over myself, although that's almost subconscious at this point. I'm glad you asked!"

"I figured you would be. Which is why I did." She could cheat something similar but it would be a cheat. It really is quite cool.

She nods before bowing somewhat rapidly, the fabric of the dress moving in unexpected and mesmerizing ways as she does so.

Clapclapclap!

"It's almost like flower petals unfolding in the sun. Did you design it yourself, is this a group project?"

"No, this wasn't me. I saw something I liked, said what I wanted, and contacted a tailor who I knew could put this whole mess together." The woman makes a few gestures with her hands and feet, showing off how flexible she can be in the dress.

...She can't ask what country or language this is without sticking out too far so she will stay quiet and move to walk off.

"It's still really cool." Tirra may be beyond literal medieval levels of fashion but, like, nowhere near this much. Her tail is trying to wag. "Hope you have a great day~"

"That's a guarantee when you're here at the Foxwoods." She grins at Weiss.

-pfffha! Resort town, check.

She grins and nods in return. "Maybe there are even actual foxes around."

Most of the amenities probably require, like, money, though. She wanders a bit more with an eye to identifying said amenities and also any street performers, buskers, or the like, to see how that works.

When it comes to amenities, there's quite a wide range of options: there are many different kinds of restaurants providing what looks like all the world's food, incredibly impressive arcade games sometimes having 4 or 5 players playing them together, karaoke studios, pools and water slides every once in a while, and lots of options for places to play board games. There's an outdoor stage with actors in the middle of some kind of play; they're talking about a powerful lord who's about to do... something important, so Weiss doesn't have much context about what's happening.

Ooh, food. She can't pay. Ooh, video and board games! Those seem fun. She lurks nearby, watching.

Many of the board games involve putting your soldiers in the right places Risk-style, with the depth of strategy being incredibly clear in the contempative faces of the players, and lots of the video games involve swinging swords at things flying from you out of a screen.

She watches a match, hands in pockets and fidgeting, and attempts to divine the rules, if this does not seem to be Incredibly Rude.

It is almost purely Risk, but with extra rules that are probably based on which character you're playing as. It's the only way it makes sense for everyone's turns to go so differently.

She decides to take a chess set "from a pocket" (it's really a solid illusion) and sit at a table and smile invitingly at passersby.