"No, the temperature is fine, I just ... like having a lot of blankets and pillows. I tend to make ... well someone called them 'nests' at one point, and it seems like the best description."

"Is that typical?" asks Papenna, helping unload the spare blankets and pillows from the closet.

"I don't think so. I mean, some monsters are bird-like and they make nests, but it's not common outside of them. I'm just weird."

"I'm probably going to ask you that a lot," Papenna says. "Since there's only one of you and I can't tell by observation."

She chuckles, "I know. It's your job, right? I'll try to give you the best answers I can, but I can only go off of my own experience and ... well, like I said, I'm weird."

"That's okay!" says Papenna, pulling out the last pillow. "We're so glad to have you here. I'm going to take the room down the stairs first on the left, do you need anything before I go scope that out?"

"I don't think so. If you leave me something to write with and some paper or something I can draw out a map of the Underground to show you later.

"And thanks for the help with the pillows!"

"I'll go scare up some paper!"

Papenna's back in a couple minutes with a pad of paper and a pen, and then she trots down the stairs to her own designated room.

Hel starts making herself a pile of blankets and pillows on the bed while getting a feel for the room. Is there a desk or table she can draw the map at?

There's a desk near the window seat, and a nightstand.

After making up the bed how she wants it, Hel goes to the desk to draw a map to show Papenna later. Then she decides to curl up in the bed and sleep for a while.

It has been a long day.

It's not sundown yet, but the shadows are getting longer. No one disturbs her, assuming occasional soft voices and footsteps and door-openings downstairs don't do it.

They make it a little hard to sleep, but Hel is able to doze until it grows quiet. Then she's able to fall fully asleep.

Her dreams are fairly unpleasant, and she wakes with a gasp, covered in sweat, sometime in the early morning.

She decides to find a bathroom so she can shower, even if she's just going to put on the same clothes afterwards.

There's an ensuite! It's... weirdly nice! Like, the whole house is big and nice, but in proportion to the room itself, the bathroom is amazing. There's a TV you can watch in the shower, if you know how to operate an Amentan TV.

Hel is appropriately impressed, especially as up until now she's largely used communal showers.

She fiddles with the TV to see if she can figure it out. Surely it can't be too different from the sets back at home ... 

She can get it to turn on if she tries pressing all the buttons. Getting it to play anything in particular is more difficult, but if she will be satisfied with the first random guess the device makes, a miniseries about superheroes rescuing stray boats and spaceships and lost kids and hikers and would-be victims of crimes and fires, it will play without further ado.

She likes superheroes and stories of people being and getting rescued. She'll watch that while she washes off in the shower.

When she feels clean and is drying off she wonders if it's too early to bother Papenna about maybe getting some different clothes. Hers need to be washed.

She gets dressed and leaves the room to see if anyone else is awake.

Papenna is in the kitchen, describing in weirdly exacting detail how she likes her toast to a purple. "- Good morning, Helvetica!" she says. "Oh, I knew I should have told you last night, I just didn't want to overwhelm you - you were tromping through a tomato farm in those, we got you a few more outfits, though we're guessing at style and fit -" She pulls a parcel across the kitchen table to hand it to Helvetica.

"I was going to ask about that, actually. And good morning, to you, too!"

She takes the parcel gratefully and opens it.

It has some things that are as similar in cut as possible to what she's been wearing as was feasible in a completely different clothing market, with some extra room in case the proportions turn out to be weird in some way they haven't had a chance to see since she's been fully clothed whenever anyone was looking at her, and drawstrings in case it's too much extra room. "If you don't like these we can get you measured and you can look for things online, of course. There's a laundry chute in your room somewhere, probably next to the bed."

"Thank you so much!" She's pleased to see more sweaters similar to the one she's wearing - although in much better condition - and pants that will fit fine. She removes anything that's striped. "I won't wear these." Then she picks up the remaining parcel and says, "I'll go try these on, make sure they fit. And I can do my own laundry, I don't want to cause trouble for anyone."

"Can we tell the shoppers why you - oh, don't worry about it, you won't have seen the machines before and there's lots of more valuable things to be spending your time on, we can have Shenno over there do the laundry." Shenno, in the kitchen, waves and smiles.

Hel waves back at them. "Alright. And the stripes? It's a monster thing, I guess? It isn't always obvious when monsters are adults - because there's so many different kinds. So we use stripes to indicate that someone is a child."

"Oh, okay! All kinds of stripes, like even if they're wavy or not the same width or -?" says Papenna.

"All stripes, yeah."