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- well, she was sitting at her house in the stupid demiplane that Diamond Queen Elizabeth had a bunch of people stuck in, doodling things in her notebook, but now she's somewhere else. They're on the outskirts of a town, near a pedestal with a pendant on it. There's tape around it, but no glass.
She's so tired of this stuff.
"Does the pendant have any leads for us, or do we just ask the first person we see?"
"Says to look around for places with help wanted signs in the window. It hasn't actually been here before."
"Yeah."
It takes some walking. It takes a fair bit of talking to people about the will of Landru. Eventually they're directed to a stable willing to hire someone who can't speak the local language. They'd be happy if he can start immediately.
She leaves him there and mills around town trying to look vacantly content. After a while she starts trying to properly look for work. Eventually she finds a shop willing to hire women. Won't pay much, and it sounds miserable, but at least she'll have something to do with herself.
They tell her to show up bright and early tomorrow. She goes back to the apartment and mopes. At some point she gets bored of moping and starts scrubbing the floor.
He comes home at the end of the day dirty, and smelling like horses, and in a good mood.
"The horses are normal."
"Well, maybe I can entertain you. - in a very boring way. Like by talking. And maybe hugging."
He can describe his coworkers, but this is only about five minutes of conversation, and the horses, which are more like thirty only because he is willing to do a lot of speculation. "- and then Bessie hates people, I think it's the smells, she warmed up to me once I was dirty enough and she disliked being downwind of people whose clothes were freshly laundered more than people whose clothes won't. Humans have a good sense of smell for the things that humans need to smell - poop, disease, water - but horses have a really good sense of smell for a whole different set of things, and they use it to smell predators, and if the local laundry detergent smells like a predator then that's just bad luck for her."
After that he's got nothing.
"Uh, was there anything you wanted to know?"
" - I'd say we should get her when we get back, but apparently the demiplane's not that safe, so I dunno."
"Yeah, she would.
"Didn't have time to find a library. I just - kind of feel like I should be planning ahead to avoid going insane within a week, or something."
"I dunno. I should probably just suck it up. I'm used to keeping secrets, but - the smiling's awful. The not being allowed to have a bad day is awful. And I went and got a job dealing with customers, so I'm not very optimistic about it being less awful tomorrow."
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