"Oh? Are any of them still around, could I meet them?" How did she end up asking the PEOPLE in her HOUSE to show her to MORE PEOPLE. Why is this happening. Why is she making these choices.

"I do not know if any are still around, no."

"Fair." Whew, social connection dodged.

"Adventurers come frequently," says Esperanza in an even thicker accent. "Very good for money."

She probably should talk to any other 'adventurers' who show up in the near future, but she can't bring herself to ask to be introduced to them in advance, so she just smiles awkwardly and eats fruitcake.

Fortuna continues not to speak Simlish so only occasionally speaks up. Valentina and Esperanza can keep an insipid, contentless conversation going when left to their own devices over the cake.

April stews in her own awkwardness and occasionally ventures a comment or question when a topic comes up that seems legitimately interesting.

They can say a sentence or two to reply to questions!

It's probably the language barrier. She should try to learn Simpanish. She is going to suck at learning Simpanish. She should try anyway. The language barrier will still be a problem but at least she'll be trying.

Anyway, does there ever come a point when these people decide to get out of her house?

Yes, once they've all had a couple of slices of fruitcake they excuse themselves and thank her for the hospitality and hope they didn't impose too much.

"It was fine," she lies, hopefully not too blatantly. "Thank you all for coming! And for the free food! I really appreciate the free food!"

"You are quite welcome! Make sure to come by the markets sometime!"

And off they go.

Her whiteboard does not seem to have arrived while she was in Small Talk Hell so she makes a spreadsheet on her computer to record and organize all her memories. It seems like she does in fact remember that whole ordeal approximately as well as she remembers the bits that came before it, right back up to the point where she... appeared in this house with no clear idea of where she came from or how she got here...

Hmm.

Hypothesis: all Simericans are like this? The ruins just sort of create them out of thin air? Probably there are holes in this theory, but until she finds them, she thinks she will not go adventuring, and will instead actually sit down and learn a programming language and try to write some mobile apps so she can acquire money with which to buy food and whiteboards. Oh, hey, if she was created ex nihilo moments before walking in her front door, where did the money in her bank account come from? Can she check some bank statements and find out where the money in her bank account did in fact come from?

She cannot! She does have a bank account, of course, but it has zero activity except for the purchase of this house. It does not seem to have an initial deposit either, but she does have a current positive balance of §4,870.

Sooooo score one for "the ruins created me out of thin air", then.

That's. A thing. That seems increasingly like it may have happened.

Well all right, mysterious creepy increasingly-plausibly-magical ruins, if you want to play it like that.

April is going to sit in her house and learn to code and see if she can make a mobile app within, like, a week. It doesn't have to be a great mobile app or anything, it just has to cause her to acquire Literally Any Income Whatsoever. She will eat her free neighbourhood welcoming committee food and be an incredible cheapskate about groceries and silently curse herself for buying that whiteboard although, also, once it arrives, it is definitely going to help her a ton with both learning to code and figuring out her whole Situation.

Speaking of the Situation, she starts a tab in her spreadsheet for recording skills that appear to have come preinstalled when she was created out of thin air. She speaks Simlish, she has a general idea of how computer programming should in theory work even though she doesn't know any specific languages, she has a general idea of how to cook a meal even though she doesn't know any specific recipes, she has a general idea of how to play a video game even though all actual examples of video games that she tries are terrible. She is literate. She vaguely intends to get around to trying "read a book" at some point just to see what she learns from the process, but that sounds like it will take valuable time that could instead be spent coding, or, say, beating up on the cheap punching bag that she buys on her second day of existence when she realizes that all this sitting still in front of a computer is making her vibrate out of her skin. She would go outside and jog but outside contains (a) people and (b) creepy ruins that may or may not have created her specifically in order to eat her later.

There are online tutorials to teach various kinds of programming languages!

...which are all kind of garbage? They're not didactic at all, most of them have a huge number of very basic exercises that one is apparently meant to repeat ad nauseam before a Sudden Jump in complexity that is not accompanied by actually teaching the new skills used by the new exercises.

...wow, that's terrible? Why is everything so terrible???

Whatever, she can do this. She does basic exercises until she's sick of them, and then does advanced exercises and learns by trial and error and extensive use of her punching bag when there's a little too much error with her trial, and constructs the world's tiniest shittiest little web server just to prove to herself that this is a possible thing, and then, with this accomplishment under her belt, starts looking into how you make a mobile app. She was created with the firm knowledge in her mind that You Can Just Write A Mobile App If You Know How, and the equally firm knowledge that Then You Will Have Money. She wishes to check this knowledge against the reality of the world.

...actually, come to think of it, she should be tracking which of her preinstalled knowledge is subtly or gravely wrong. She starts a tab in her spreadsheet for that. Activities just sort of... suck more... than she was expecting? But that's subtle, it's not like she tried to turn on the stove and discovered that when you turn that dial a giant pit opens in the floor and swallows you, or something. She was totally right about her preinstalled knowledge that interacting with people is horrible but it's possible that she brought most of that on herself. So far none of her preinstalled knowledge seems to be giant-pit-in-the-floor level wrong, just why-does-anyone-ever-play-a-video-game level wrong and programming-tutorials-are-all-garbage level wrong.

Most of what little knowledge she does have seems to follow that pattern. If she remembers the name of a book author or programming language or song, those all seem to be real things she can find online. She knows about famous websites like Siimgle and Simmit and Simpedia and Simbook. Her basic expectations about physics bear out—she can cook, she can walk, she can catch thrown objects.

Online resources in almost full generality seem to mostly be garbage, though. Not all quite all the same kind of garbage but nevertheless.

Sooooo her top hypothesis here is that all Simerican adventurers are created out of thin air by the ruins so that they'll go explore the ruins and die. Or for some other sinister ruins-related purpose that she isn't thinking of because she's two days old.

Through a combination of grim determination and spite, she manages to crowbar enough meaningful programming experience out of shitty online tutorials to successfully Write A Mobile App, and, once she's done that, also manages to successfully establish its existence in such a way that people could give her money for it if they chose. It's not a very good mobile app, in her opinion, but she's met a lot of worse ones on the way to getting here. Honestly her dumb little game is in her opinion vastly more engaging than Blicblock. Everyone should give her all their money immediately.

Dare she hope that there are online resources that could help her learn Simpanish? Almost certainly not, but she goes looking just in case.

Well the resources exist. In the same way the programming ones do.

And money starts trickling in.

She... does not have the patience to learn Simpanish from incredibly stupid online tutorials. She managed it with programming, but human languages aren't nearly such fun toys. So much for that idea.

Okay, she can't keep hiding forever. Well, she could, but she doesn't want to. She takes another couple days to code a slightly better dumb mobile game, and then she sighs, and changes into workout clothes, and goes for a jog. She will NOT be exploring ANY ancient ruins today, thank you, she just wants to get a sense of the layout of the town.

Unfortunately her fears do come true: the outside does have people.

Ugh.

Can she just ignore everyone and go for a nice quiet jog around town?

Yep! She actually can, so it's not that bad. Some people who see her do smile and wave but it's not in a way that seems to be expecting an initiation of social activities and she can get a good understanding of the surroundings.

The little town she finds herself in registers to her recently-created brain as something called a "tourist trap", with quaint little shops and restaurants and hotels, in order to provide tourists (probably most of them from the United States of Simerica) a proper experience of Selvadorada. Would she like to buy a souvenir? Book a guided hike into the jungle? Have an Ethnic^tm lunch?

She would like to do none of those things! She would like to go home and eat something she cooks herself with the cheapest ingredients she could buy, and flop in bed for a bit to recover from how many human beings she just made incidental eye contact with, and then she would like to thoroughly document all memories of her little jog in her spreadsheet. Observation confirmed: leaving her house does not, by itself, make her memories fog back up into impenetrable vagueness. As far as she can tell, she has had full memory formation for the entire time she has existed.

She spends a few hours working on her next shitty mobile game, has dinner, goes to bed, and gets up bright and early the next morning to see if she can cover more ground with less smiling and waving if she goes jogging at sunrise.