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full-of-woe

April moved to scenic Selvadorada because exploring ancient ruins sounds interesting, and temptingly devoid of living human beings to interact with.

But, due to who she is as a person, the first thing she does after moving in is sit down at her computer and start playing video games.

It's... weirdly... less, somehow? Blicblock feels too easy, or something. Turning up the difficulty doesn't help. After a few minutes she gives up and tries learning a new programming language, which instead of feeling much easier and less satisfying than she instinctively expected, feels harder and more effortful.

It takes her a few more minutes after that to notice that... 'learning a new programming language' isn't quite the right way to think about it. She feels like programming is the sort of thing she does, she feels like it's fun and easy, but in the entire process of slogging through this tutorial she has never once consciously compared a thing she is learning to a thing she already knew. The concepts are familiar, but the details aren't. And if the concepts are familiar where did she learn them? She doesn't know. She can't remember.

What's the last thing she remembers before she moved here?

She lived in, uh, a town? And had, uh, probably family members of some sort? And moved to Selvadorada to investigate the possibly-magical ancient ruins, but, like, there wasn't a moment when she decided to do that, she just... arrived here... with that knowledge already in her head.

She wishes she had a whiteboard. Wait, has she ever even used a whiteboard? She can't remember. The concrete part of this problem, at least, is solvable: she gets online and orders a whiteboard, wincing slightly at the prospect of parting with money when she has yet to establish an income. She doesn't want to say 'whatever, I'll write a couple of mobile apps', which was her first instinct, because her instincts were wrong about how hard programming is and they might also be wrong about the difficulty of writing mobile apps.

In the whiteboardless meantime, she paces her living room and recounts to herself everything that's happened that she has a specific concrete memory of. No matter how she tries to turn her brain sideways and shake it to get the knowledge out, it remains the case that all of those memories took place in this house.

The world outside this house... exists, right?

She peeks nervously out the window, then moves even more nervously to the door.

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full-of-woe

Well, that makes one of them.

Okay, maybe she should be a LITTLE less crankypants. Tomorrow she should do something fun. Tomorrow she should... um. What's a fun activity?? Why is she blanking so hard on this?? Surely she has ever had fun in her short and existentially terrifying life???

Fuck it. Tomorrow she's going to the beach.

The beach is closer to her new house than the travel agency was and furthermore she doesn't have an actual appointment there so she will not need to wake up at fuck-you AM for this.

full-of-woe

O frabjous day.

Up she gets and off she goes, bringing her swimwear along even though she's extremely nervous about trying to change into it where anyone might be watching. Maybe she should've stayed home and tried to practice Clothes Change By Bodily Rotation. No, that sounds like pretty much the exact opposite of fun.

Beach! Does it have traits? Characteristics? Beachgoers? Sand, water, sun?

All of those! It has places she can rent beach towels from if she doesn't have her own, and also beach chairs and beach umbrellas, and it has a bunch of quaint little restaurants dotting the boundary between the beach and the grass-and-boardwalk where the village proper starts. It also has not-quite-restaurants that sell snacks and green coconuts you can drink fresh coconut water from, and a couple of popsicle sellers.

Also, the water has visible finned creatures swimming along close enough to shore you could just swim up to them.

full-of-woe

...what... sort of finned creatures? Scary-looking finned creatures? Are people swimming up to them? How does that seem to be going for them, if so?

Not many people are currently swimming up to the finned creatures but the ones who are do not seem to be mysteriously disappearing or getting eaten or dragged into the depths!

full-of-woe

Hmm. Suspicious, but she'll allow it.

She does not rent a beach towel, because she's a cheapskate; she just sits down on the damp sand and exists under the sun and beholds the water. Fun might not be quite the right word, but it does at least seem to be pretty relaxing.