...One more game she can win this time, she's sure.

...Oooor not, she loses again. Okay, there's a limited time that the basic formula of Risk, however fancied up, can hold her attention.

She's starting to get antsy. Time for another walk. A jog, rather.

Weiss can get past so many beautiful places during her walk: there are parks of colorful flowers, cute statues, men and women dressed in spectacular, sometimes revealing outfits, and quite a few waterslides and pools that people swim around in in this fantastic weather.

Too bad she can't go for a swim. Her tail would stick out, and hiding just that requires her to actively focus on her illusions. She'd definitely slip.

The spectacular outfits are making her more and more tempted to display her ears and tail, though. Maybe they really could be passed off as good fakes.

...She tries to pay attention for how things... Work. Are there any visible cops? Where's the infrastructure that underlies everything? Garages? Charging stations or gas stations? Food places?

There are no visible cops, no, certainly none that she's seen. Garages are few and far between, similarly for charging stations; she hasn't seen a gas station, yet. Nor has she seen a grocery store, only restaurants.

It makes her want to go down in the tunnels, metaphorically, and explore. But she's not in a hurry- Moonlight will sustain her as long as she doesn't get profligate with the magic.

Some of the food looks really tasty though...

Bah, she'd better go nap if she's going to be up at night. She starts heading back towards the outskirts of everything.

Weiss can quickly find a hiking trail near the outskirts, with signs, a rest stop building and what even looks like a wheelchair ramp. Luckily, she just needs to turn away from the trail to quickly get between dense trees perfect for hiding between.

She naps in a tree until moonrise.

Weiss is totally undisturbed, and can easily get a restful nap in any of the relatively thick trees.

She does her moonlight dance when she wakes up and night has fallen, moving back onto the path for clear space and putting up an illusion of nothing-there for it.

The dance is a slow methodical thing. It's good for processing through thoughts while feeling the trickles of moonlight-energy. Almost meditative.

She's on another world. Probably not Earth. But not Tirra. She's seen no sign of monsters, or any other major crisis. And she knows she can't be pushing after big, dangerous things all the time- She needs breaks!

But this is another world. It has people. Maybe there's some sort of important opportunity here. Nobody knows of the Light Gods, and maybe that's for a good reason? She can try praying, later, or doing some of the few rituals she can sometimes manage, but... Perhaps not. Urgently pushing the big picture is what burned her once before; Got dozens of people killed in a riot she incited with good intentions... Lost some friends who decided she was leading them on the whole time... And Light Gods only know how many knock-on effects.

Yeah. Remembering that always, without fail, makes her feel like a piece of shit. Which is why she makes sure to do it. Because it SHOULD. It was wrong of her.

No grand plans of interuniversal trade and teaching magic today. Just enjoy your vacation, Weiss.

...She dances for hours, ducking away into the trees if anyone approaches after midnight, and then naps again, and then heads back into town at a leisurely pre-dawn walk.

The town is similarly leisurely, with people walking about, working out, playing and talking to each other.

...Not having access to the local credit cards or whatever would really suck if she didn't basically not need anything...

Aaanyway, twenty four hour game store?

She can quickly get to it; there's only one table with players at it right now, this early in the day.

They're playing more not!Risk, aren't they?

No, they're playing a complicated mish-mash of mafia and some game about guessing how many cards of a certain type all the players have put together, based on what other players say based on their own cards.

Oh cool! She watches with interest, silently.

...she doesn't think she's managing to wrap her head around the rules, but the game is full of excitement and tension all the same.

"Is there a rulebook I can read?" She asks quietly at what seems an opportune, low tension moment.

Someone knocked out of the game walks off, returning with a thankfully thin booklet with all the rules for Weiss to read.

"Thanks."

It's like Poker and Mafia and Among Us had a baby, sort of.

Seems a little too much for her. Especially if fanatics are playing.

Eventually, the game ends, and the guy who gave her the instructions suggests joining them for the next round.

"Uh, I kind of have no idea what I'm doing? But I guess it can't cost me anything more than some time."

Playing it is thankfully singificantly easier than the instructions made it seem; Weiss quickly learns to keep track of both the poker and the social deduction parts, and the way they blend together to make for a game with constant decision-making and tense moments.

She has a decent poker face when her ears aren't visible. Though her hood is twitching slightly at times.

She plays with deliberate unpredictability- Conservative, then hyper-aggressive, then somewhere in the middle.

Her first time playing doesn't also result in her first win; the other players are using strategies she's not quite sure how work, but they end up putting themselves significantly ahead of Weiss and costing her team the game.