This appears to be some kind of vegetable field. Nothing but weird-looking tomatoes as far as the eye can see. Oh, nope, over there, there's a farmhouse. A weirdly tall one? A six story... farmhouse. And some barn type buildings.
The farmhouse has some people! There's somebody outside washing a window. He's got purple hair and is wearing a work uniform. He looks around at the sound of footsteps.
Hel waves, awkwardly and uncertain. She's in a somewhat ragged looking, oversized sweater and loose sweatpants. More notable is the fact that she is a skeleton.
The guy with purple hair clearly has no idea how to respond to that. "Hell of a costume," he offers after an uncomfortably long silence.
"Costume?" Hel looks down at herself. She's pretty sure her clothes are normal ... but she also seems to be on the Surface so ... "You're not familiar with Monsters?"
"No, I don't watch a lot of movies, is it really big with the kids these days or something?"
"That's... weird. Did you get hit over the head or something? Take anything from a stranger in a bar?"
"No skull damage ... and I've never been to a bar. Um ... where is Mount Ebott? That's where I'm from ... "
Well, that's a problem! And she doesn't remember "Tapa" from any of her Geography lessons, so she has no idea where she is.
"Huh ... Are there any scientist-type people I can talk to?"
"I assume an ag engineer wouldn't know about multiverses or causality or that sort of thing. I don't know how things work up here ... do you know how I could get to somewhere with people like that?"
"I guess you could take the shuttle to the train station, it next runs in a half-hour. They might want you to ditch the costume, it's pretty freaky."
"Not a costume, just how I look. And I don't want to cause a problem for anyone ... so you think I should disguise myself somehow? Also will I need to pay? I have some G but I don't know if that'll work here - in fact I assume it won't."
"The shuttle's free but the train's not. Are you telling me you're some kind of real live alien? Do you have magic or anything like that, I'm going to feel real dumb if I haul a bunch of government nonsense over here to deal with a real alien made of bones and you're just pretending too hard."
"I guess you could call me an alien. And I mean ... all Monsters have magic, we're made of it, but ... mine is fairly weak. Especially right now. The most I can really do is ... "
She demonstrates her magic by creating a small bone in her hand. It's white with a slight green tint and is about the size of her forearm, and is shaped vaguely like a femur.
"Yeah okay I'm gonna call the government on you and they'll figure out what's what. You good to stay put for a bit?"
"Sitting's fine. Do you need... anything? Like do you eat? Or... know if our food would poison you."
"I know I'm a skeleton but yes, I eat. I doubt your food would poison me, and something to snack on would be nice. It's been ... a while ... since I ate last. Some type of shade would be nice, too ... I'm not really used to the sun. Thank you ... Sorry to be so troublesome."