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Post by Amelia on Dec 13, 2017 22:03:50 GMT -6
Mining Tools: Encounters: ONTotal posts from previous thread: 746 AmeliaRelavent Skills: Mason (Rank 3) Gem Caller Feel the Node Tracking - Advanced Pets Currently Here:Name: Auna Gender: Female Species: Felusine Breed: Offspring (Marked/Runic) Level/Loyalty: 0 Stamina: 3 Strength: 2 Resistance: 1 Dexterity: 4 Mentality: 5 Special Abilities: Empathetic Link, Complex Thought, Opposable Thumbs, Magical Touch Moves: Bite, Pull the Ether, SilencePets Previously HereSpecies: #39 - Bwee Breed: Static Name: Electro Gender: Male Level/loyalty: 16.6/18.6 Knows: Name (1) Stamina: 5 Strength: 4 Resistance: 2 Dexterity: 4 Mentality: 0 Special Abilities: Thorny Body, Survival Instincts, Electrical Resistance Moves: Bite, Zap Doesn't have a name yet (Inner Storm) Stamina: 8 Strength: 4 Resistance: 4 Dexterity: 8 Mentality: 6 Special Abilities: Swim, Fly, Refined Senses, Psychic Resistance Moves: Mind Flay, Mental Barrier, Mind Soothe, Telekinesis Name: Charlie Breed: Offspring (Silverfang Base) Level: 32.2 Loyalty: 60.4 Stamina: 6 Strength: 8 Resistance: 5 Dexterity: 4 Mentality: 2 Special Abilities: Pack Instincts, Hardy, Telepathy, Bloodlthirsty, Empathetic Link Moves: Rend, Roar, Howl
Cunning: 4 Beast Average Top Speed: 30 mph, 15 mph (swim) Special Requirements: None Size Chart: 3 Power Levels: 4 Notes: Gains loyalty at twice the normal rate. Level: 4.2 Loyalty: 8.4 Stamina: 5 Strength: 5 Resistance: 4 Dexterity: 4 Mentality: 2 Special Abilities: Pack Instincts (Sentient), Swim, Speak Moves: Bite, Howl, Sparkling DustBiology: If at first you don't succeed, try, try again; don't give up too easily, persistence pays off in the end.. this time with arms. If there's one thing to really cause these creatures discomfort, its a set of matted hair which can sour their mood something fierce. To no dangerous extents, but certainly landing in the 'sulky' range. Otherwise, they enjoy the company of people (yes, specificially people), finding more kin among them than their creature counterparts. This is largely due to their rare ability to learn words and phrases.. simpler ones, granted, for their (original) intellect isn't quite as sharp as true sentients, but as far as communication goes simple is all you need at times. Making people sounds tends to cause other creatures to alienate them, as it creates a confusing boundary - how much are they creature, and how much a person? In their mind, this is perfectly fine, for people words tend to fall on deaf ears when it comes to simpler intellects (and are a source of the occasional envy from the higher intellects). As far as physical attributes go, their fur is thick and to a degree well-oiled, waterproof enough to allow them to be quite the apt swimmers. With a large bulk, they are none the less almost awkwardly aware of their surroundings, careful to not injure anything by stepping or bumping into it. The small tusks, largely display in purpose, can sometimes cause them to develop a slight lisp or otherwise add an accent onto their spoken words. Nothing to cause all too much confusion, fortunately. And finally, their extra set of arms missing from the previous half-breed generation can be somewhat deft, though they lack thumbs, meaning they have an easier time holding onto things with both limbs, rather than one at a time. Finally, the vestigial remnants of wings are more rubbery-skin-like in texture than frail insecticidal membranes and tend to shimmer slightly in bright light. With a small whisk of them, the creatures are able to summon sparks from thin air, often to the delight of onlookers. Big, fluffy, gentle and playful, these halfbreeds make an excellent companions for all ages, provided you remember to groom them properly. Found:
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Post by Amelia on Dec 14, 2017 11:20:06 GMT -6
Perhaps an odd mixture, but it didn't matter all the same. The mammalian was smaller than the canine, and in reality Charlie could be used as a mount for the snow leopard. It wouldn't happen anytime soon, but regardless it was possible. In this world many things that could be traditionally seen as impossible, were in fact possible. Amelia had no idea where she came from, and her memory up to a certain point was basically blocked. There were notebooks written for her, by her? It explained everything about each creature she owned. The mammalian didn't really understand. Why had she written them? Did she know that she wasn't going to remember anything? Everything was a mystery to her. Everything prior to a few weeks ago was a mystery. Her pets knew her though, and really wasn't that the only thing that mattered? She wanted to journey to the mines, however she didn't really remember how to do it. The Vulticus offered to help, and the telepathic communication deemed him a good fit. He seemed intelligent and was eager to help the hopeless mammalian.
She had collection of things he insisted she was to bring. Why? When she asked he just explained that she would need them. Apparently she was going to learn how to mine. You already know how to mine, I am just going to remind your brain to work with the muscle memory you possess.
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Post by Amelia on Dec 14, 2017 11:28:52 GMT -6
I don't understand. Why I don't remember anything. Up until a few weeks ago... I have a beautiful home, a huge kennel with tons of lovely pets. They all seem to adore me and I don't even recognize them. But, I know this sounds weird, but they all seem to expect me to not recognize them? Amnesia is a bitch.
Amelia was lucky that her hypomania was on the downswing. She would stabilize, (for how long it was hard to tell,) and she would fall into another depression. She didn't understand how her mind worked, but at least right now she was capable of speaking clearly and making cognitive decisions.
I made a promise. I cannot tell you more. The notebooks are there to help you, it was the best you could do for yourself. We all are here to help you. Some of us are struggling more than others. Sandy is taking it hard, in addition to your Sarane... a few of them are struggling but refuse to show it. We are your family, and this is for the best.
More nonsense of course. Amelia knew that Charlie knew more than he was letting on. Hell, he admitted to it. He just wouldn't tell her what. It didn't seem like she was going to find out anytime soon. The snow leopard brought the buggy (which was quite cumbersome,) with all the equipment in it. Charlie reminded her to pack some food and water, and towels as well. She was a hopeless case, but she was trying her best. They had made their way into the first tunnel when Charlie instructed her to put the buggy down and then they would walk together. He would show her the walls and he would show her the mines. She was rediscovering her skills, Charlie was just simply along for the guidance and the enjoyment of the journey.
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Post by Amelia on Dec 14, 2017 12:44:08 GMT -6
Her pets all knew her before she lost her memory, but they seemed to have anticipated it. She wasn't sure what she had forgotten, she wasn't sure what she had left behind. It felt odd to her, to have lost 20+ years of her life. Except, she didn't. She had no problem reading, and writing (although harder with paws,) was still doable. She could walk and talk, although her movements were different now and her speech was slightly slurred. She stretched out, her pristine white fur already getting dirty from the mines. She had tucked her blue scarf into the buggy, and had worn the boots to protect her feet. Her hands had similar things although they were more like gloves. She stared aimlessly at the wall, unsure of which way she would tackle it. Dirt. Charlie explained that there would be gemstones in the walls, but she didn't feel that way about it. He tried to walk her through her tools, explaining what she had used them for in the past. There was also a section in the notebooks about it, although it wasn't that descriptive. Did she know she was going to lose her memory? Did she have any idea what was going on and what would be happening to her?
Okay, so what you're going to want to do is use the tools for the wall. Not your claws, keep those tucked away. Those are going to be useless for digging. I'd like to say you know that, but I can see that you really don't. Amelia was fascinated by the idea of the feline claws, she could extract and retract them whenever she wanted. However, she kept them tucked away for the meantime. She grabbed a pick, or that was what Charlie explained it to be anyhow, and stood beside the wall. Now what?
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Post by Amelia on Dec 14, 2017 12:51:46 GMT -6
Having a blank mind was a bit of a struggle, but it also was interesting in the fact that she was a blank slate for learning. She might have to relearn new skills yes, but it would be beneficial for her at the same time when learning new skills. Mining was not a new skill for her. It was apparent in the way she held the pick, her body remembered how to do it. Her mind however, was struggling with the concept. Charlie let her figure it out. He had explained how it worked, and now it was up to her to try to do it herself. The Vulticus curled up on the other side of the tunnel, resting against the wall so that he could see the full scope of what the mammalian was trying to accomplish. When Gentle had explained that things would be difficult and hard, he didn't expect it to be like this. However, his love and devotion to his owner meant that he would be willing to try his best. Amelia and him shared an empathetic link, that had not changed. She did not quite understand it yet, although her body knew how to communicate easily. Telepathic and empathetic communication was second nature for the snow leopard, although she did not have much memory on how it actually worked. That was the basic idea of her entire life. She could do something, but for the life of her didn't understand why.
He rested his head on his paws, taking a deep breath and listening to Amelia. She mumbled under her breath, but he could feel her struggle. She was confused, she was upset at her brain for making things hard for her. But, she was happy. And that was not a feeling that anyone was used to receiving from her. Joy, happiness. There was no elephant of darkness in her mind, it was clear. That was truly what she wanted from this. Charlie knew that this confusion surrounding life was worth it for that clarity she had. It was a shame though that she did not realize how different things were now, she would have appreciated this a lot more. But it was better this way, no regrets.
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Post by Amelia on Dec 14, 2017 12:59:10 GMT -6
He inhaled and exhaled once more, his eyes focusing on the mammalian. She had only been this way for a week or two, and things were still tough. She had reintroduced herself to all her pets, and searched the house and kennel to figure out where everything was. Charlie doted alongside her at the house, and Sandy watched her everywhere else. Her Sarane were... they were just weird. Something was off with them and that was even before the Change. Charlie had a bigger focus with Amelia (she had decided that was her name and the pets decided it was better to go with that, it was a nice name anyhow,) and making sure she didn't hurt herself. The first few days she would randomly fall over, her brain and body just not connecting with her movements. She was taller now, and slimmer. She lacked secondary sexual characteristics, and her long, thick tail was the only thing that really kept her upright. She was like a child learning how to walk again, but she had succeeded so far. She had support, and that was what mattered. However, the pets had decided that she was going to make friends, and she was going to mingle. They were not letting that problem happen again.
Amelia threw the pick axe into the wall. Somehow (she couldn't figure it out,) she was able to get the pick end deep into the wall. Something that typically required practice to master, her muscle memory took over and assisted the mammalian with relearning how to mine. She wiggled it around, loosening some of the dirt and clay before extracting it from the wall. She stumbled back once, (another result of her new body,) and readjusted to the weight of the pick. Okay, that was good. Time to do it again.
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Post by Amelia on Dec 14, 2017 18:51:37 GMT -6
Finding her place was strange. She didn't recognize herself. But she was happy. She was quite beautiful (in her mind,) as snow leopards were known to be beautiful animals. She was never cold anymore, as her coat kept in the warmth and the cold - whatever she needed. Her eyes were the main identifier. The blue was unparalleled by anything else. It wouldn't be long before she would begin to meet people. She had explained to Charlie that she wanted some time to adjust to her life, and the Vulticus understood. Sandy had been extremely distant, not wanting to communicate with her owner who didn't recognize her. She was so apologetic, she did not mean to not remember them. Her heart hurt when she thought of her pets who were struggling with this change. She was too, but in a way the absence of memories were helping her cope. She could focus on the future, because there was no clear past. Charlie told her she would probably get memories occasionally, but she shouldn't bet on anything concrete. So Amelia tried her best. She wanted to understand. Soon, she would be running... and soon after she would be accomplishing things like the feline she was.
Charlie watched her, his eyes glazed over as his mind wandered elsewhere. She threw the pick into the wall again. Her muscles remember the movements, but it was her brain that was catching up. She was relearning what the pick was supposed to do. Where it was supposed to go. He was proud of her determination however, as the woman she used to be would have given up quickly had she been faced with such a daunting task.
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Post by Amelia on Dec 14, 2017 19:21:05 GMT -6
She grasped the pick and stared at the wall. Okay, so she was figuring this out. You threw it into the wall, and dug away some dirt? It took her all not to use her hands. Instead to use the end of the pick. She was getting better at it very quickly. Really there was no skill she needed to improve on. She knew how to do this already. Her body did, and somewhere along the lines so did her brain. Maybe she couldn't access the skill, but it was there. She took a deep breath and, throwing her body into it as well, dug the pick into the wall once more. She pushed into it, dragging dirt along with it. Dust and dirt fell onto the ground, and the mammalian coughed in response. She turned away, shielding her face with her free paw.
Is this normal? All of this dust everywhere? And my hands already hurt. Am I not holding it right? I haven't found anything yet. How long does it take?
Hold on. The Vulticus stood up and walked towards her, sitting next to the flustered snow leopard. You can do this, I know you can. You know why? Because you've done this before. I know you don't remember it. But that notebook... you wrote all of those. Every word was your own. You entrusted us to help you. Having no memory might be hard now, but its better this way. It really is. Your hands hurt because your hands are different than the ones that have held this wooden handle for so long. Those groves entrenched are not from snow leopard paws. However, your paws are a bit more advanced than mine and you have the thumbs to actually use this. It'll be different. Your body and mind are trying to figure everything out. I know this will be hard to understand, but you are actually very good at this. Mining is a strong skill of yours. Actually, believe it or not, this was your happy place.
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Post by Amelia on Dec 15, 2017 0:26:57 GMT -6
My happy place? I can't imagine being happy here. It's dark, it's dirty and this is hard work. Amelia grimaced, opening her mouth to let out a little yawn. "This sucks." The mammalian spoke aloud, knowing the Vulticus was limited with his understanding of her actual speech. She grunted and threw the pick into the wall, her body flowing easily and the pick going with ease.
See. Do you see how much easier this is getting? It's hard and it's heavy now because your new body is adjusting to the movements. But it won't be long until you settle in. I promise you. And yes, to answer your question you were happy here. This is where you spent all your free time not at home. The Vulticus did not mention that 90% of the time, her time at home was spent in the darkness of her bed. I wish I could tell you more, but I can't. You are happier now, this is better.
The mammalian was frustrated. Why did everyone keep telling her that? 'It's better this way, you're happier now.' Okay whatever. I find it hard to believe I enjoyed this but I will trust you. For some reason everyone trusts me. And what did you say about my new body?
The Vulticus looked at her, realizing he had misspoken. That is a story for another day. He stood up and shook his body, loosening some of the dirt from his coat. He looked at her and narrowed his eyes, signalling to her that the conversation about her previous life was not going to happen. No time soon anyhow. Amelia stood in silence for a moment before grumbling and throwing herself back into the work. This work.
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Post by Amelia on Dec 15, 2017 0:34:45 GMT -6
Charlie had had this conversation with Sandy a few times already. The Thundergug was frustrated, why her owner and partner in life did not recognize her. Charlie could not speak on the bond the Thundergug had with Gentle, it had been a bond that no other could compare to. So now, as Amelia, it was different. Amelia did not feel the same connection to the Thundergug, although Sandy would still willingly put her life on the line for her owner. Charlie tried to help her cope, explaining why this was better. He would tell her 'you can feel just as well as I can how much happier she is.' That was something Sandy could not argue. There was no depression constantly lingering. No more panic attacks that would wake her at night. Amelia, unlike Gentle, was happy. Sandy explained that she would need more time, and Charlie understood. He understood she needed more time, she was having the hardest time out of all of them.
Ugh. Amelia's complaint brought Charlie back to the present, and the Vulticus laid back down, resting his head on his paws. Luckily they were still near some natural light. He had explained the torch and the flashlight to her, but that was a bit more hard to understand. Previously her night vision was immaculate... now he was not sure. Was that a trait she brought into her new body? So far he did not think so. Keeping everything well lit was now a necessity. She tossed the pick to the side and turned, dragging her body across the wall as she slumped onto the ground. Tears welled in her blue eyes, and the snow leopard fought the urge to cry. Her previously pristine white coat was grey and clouded with dirt and dust. If only there was a way to help.
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Post by Amelia on Dec 15, 2017 0:43:43 GMT -6
Amelia was not sad, however she was frustrated. So frustrated. Frustrated at her past self for allowing her to lose her memory. Frustrated at her current self for struggling with this skill she apparently excelled at. Although Charlie reassured her after a bit of practice she would regain these skills, the awkward middle stage was tough. She was adjusting to her new body, adjusting to her lack of memory and adjusting to this life that apparently already knew her. A life that she did not recognize. When she had asked about the friends she had, Charlie had said nothing. He explained that anybody she previously knew would probably not recognize her, and that they would make new friends. He didn't tell her the closest thing she had had to a friend was Jack, the woman from the fighting pit. Nobody went out of their way to see her in their spare time. Charlie had been delegated to help her transition. Sandy was too distraught to, and nobody else had a connection with her where they could both read her emotions and communicate their thoughts. He realized this was an uphill battle, but at least it would get easier over time. This time next week, things would be much better. After only a week and a bit the mammalian was falling less frequently, and crying out in frustration over simple tasks (like using a toilet or cooking,) far less. Her diet was changing, although for some reason that wasn't so bad. She still tried to eat vegetables, but her stomach struggled.
Amelia stared at the pick in her hands, and tossed it into the buggy. She took out the shovel, showing it to Charlie. He nodded, and she began to relearn how to use a shovel. It proved to be easier than the pick, but harder on her feet to push it into the dirt. That was not something she had planned on - perhaps she should invest in useful shoes. You know what? I think I'm going to get this. Not today, or tomorrow. But eventually I'm gonna settle into my new life. I say that mainly because I realized I don't have a choice. I have so many pets who adore me, and I clearly must be stable financially with my beautiful house and kennel. I need to refigure the furniture I think, but I'm lucky. I just need to get used to it. Positive words that Charlie knew he would have never heard from Gentle, and he was happy to hear from Amelia. This really was for the better.
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Post by Amelia on Dec 21, 2017 21:15:11 GMT -6
Amelia was good at trying, that was evident. But in her frustration and exhaustion, Charlie decided that they had done enough for the day. A few days later, the mammalian and the Vulticus returned with another friend. Charlie had explained that the labs were a neat place, and for a small sum of money Amelia could get herself a new friend. She had taken Charlie's DNA and then DNA of another creature (she claimed it was interesting,) and a new friend was created. Amelia had given the pet the few days to adjust to the idea of this new life (she had to do it, so she knew how hard it could be.) The mammalian was ready to try it again, and Charlie was eager to join here. She brought the new friend along as well. It was smaller than Charlie, but Amelia could see the Vulticus in her new pet. Four wolf type legs along with a pair of arms, which she hadn't figured out what their use was. The green sparkling eyes and the dark crimson, gray and brown fur. "I'm going to call you Lucy." The mammalian smiled and pet the head of the furry friend.
At least you figured out that my daughter is a she. Lucy is a nice name, I think she'll enjoy it. Did the lab tell you anything about her? Usually they do.
Amelia had forgotten just how intelligent the Vulticus was. From her knowledge it was atypical for Vulticus to be driven by more than instinct, but apparently his father was something special which influenced his genetics. Why he could communicate telepathically without a ribbon. Actually they gave me a sheet of paper with a nice little description. Apparently she's fluffy and can swim. The little arms work better together for holding simple things. They made a mention of intellect, like you have. Apparently she has an ability to learn some degree of speech, however I'm not really sure quite how much.
Amelia sighed and leaned against the wall, tired from the long walk to the mines. Another day.
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Post by Amelia on Dec 21, 2017 21:23:19 GMT -6
Lucy had adapted to her life simpler than Amelia had. She did not have the confusion that accompanied the mammalian. She was happy, full of energy and wanted to play. Her fur was thick and clearly high maintenance. As the mammalian learned how to care for her own thick coat she would be able to take care of her furry friend's as well. Lucy could communicate with Charlie through the typical non-verbals creatures could use, but the telepathy was not the same. Though Charlie could communicate his thoughts with whoever was around him, Lucy worked a bit differently than that. Two entirely separate ways of communicating. The canine hybrid had not figured out how to use the extra set of limbs quite yet, and had limited herself to only holding rocks or pieces of meat. Making their way to the mines hadn't been easy, as the snow was falling excessively today. Animal blood made things easier, and the thick fur that accompanied all three helped prevent the snow from chilling them too much. Once they were out of the wind and snow, things quickly warmed up.
Amelia stared out of the opening, the wind blowing away from the entrance. The snow fell the same way. As awful as it was walking into the snow to get here, it made it easier being inside. She set the torch up attached to the buggy, illuminating the tunnels. Some lanterns were lit around the entrance, warm and illuminating the inside and signalling it to those who were coming. She shook her fur, throwing snow and moisture to the walls around her. The snow leopard coat was built for this weather, and although she did not realize, it was a lot better than when she was a humanish. "Well, I suppose we can pick a tunnel and go down it." Often the woman did not send her thoughts to Charlie when she was simply speaking aloud, and it didn't bother either of them.
"Go."
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Post by Amelia on Dec 21, 2017 21:35:20 GMT -6
The woman stopped what she was doing and turned to look at her company. Charlie seemed just as shocked as her, and stared at the woman with wide eyes. Amelia swung her tail, almost knocking over her buggy in the process. Her blue eyes looked at Lucy, and she went down to four legs. Larger than Lucy but smaller than Charlie, the snow leopard mammalian fit right in. The word was raspy and a bit hard to understand, but she was sure it had come from her new friend. There had been a note about speech right? "Lucy, was that you?" The canine cross sat down and twisted her head, her green eyes connecting with the blue of her owner. "Loosay." The words were thickened with an accent. Or perhaps it was the lack of vocal cord use that was making the words that came from her sound funny. However, it was interesting. She was learning to speak. How children were hard to understand at first, so was the new friend that came into Amelia's life. The mammalian sniffed at her new friend before stretching out her first paw and putting it against the shoulder of the cross. "We are friends now. Two interesting beings, facing the world. Charlie is here to guide us surprisingly. He is your father, and my friend. I've only been in this world for about two weeks. Well no, apparently I've been here for over 20 years. However, I don't remember anything from before two weeks ago. So I'm struggling a bit too. But you're going to learn how to speak, and I'm going to learn how to live again. Does that sound like a plan?"
Amelia spoke more than the cross could understand. Her picturesque blue eyes watched as the cross struggled to make sense of the words. Like a child, she was soaking in everything that was coming at her. But she didn't understand, not yet anyhow. The cross opened her mouth to speak, than closed it once more. It was Charlie who spoke. Amelia, keep in mind that she's a baby. Her brain hasn't figured out common yet, and she will learn like a child. Slowly, and she will start with mimicking things that you say. But she's smart, she's mine.
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Post by Amelia on Dec 22, 2017 1:29:39 GMT -6
Actually, she was sure she was over 20. She had no idea how old, but somewhere in there. She felt like she should be somewhere in there. Did mammalians age like humans? She was pretty sure she used to be a human. The items that she had from before the change reflected that. A whole bunch of clothes she had to get rid of (she sold and donated them mainly,) because not only did the clothes not fit her but she had no need for them. Her coat was thick and would keep her warm. Plus, all of her anatomy was covered by the fur. She didn't need clothes to cover that for her, whereas humans were naked and had some body shaming ideas. She also didn't have breasts. Nipples, quite a few actually if she was to ever have children and feed them. But she didn't even know if she was capable of that. Since her change she hadn't felt any sexual drawings to anything, which made her question that aspect of her life as well. She had gotten rid of makeup and beauty things. Keeping the toothbrushes and hair brushes, she thought those would be valuable. Keep her teeth clean and brush her fur. Simple enough, right? She had to change the entire way the bedroom was. First off, the dresser could go. Same with the laundry hampers. (She was so lucky that her pets could explain some of those things to her.) She still used towels so the washer and dryer stayed. The bed was odd, but she hadn't figured out what to do with it yet. She only used a very thin blanket to sleep. She wasn't sure what her diet was, but she continued to eat what was in the fridge. Things weren't all that different, she was adapting pretty well. She hadn't figured out how her nail clippers worked, she assumed she probably wouldn't need them anyhow.
Charlie curled up next to Lucy as Amelia wandered around, trying to figure out where she wanted to go. Charlie had explained that this time she could chose the path to go, and he would let her go at her own pace. She understood how to use most of the tools, it was just relearning when to use them. The skills were still there, they just needed to be rediscovered. She sighed and rested a paw against the wall, looking deep into a tunnel. This could work.
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