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[loseashoe]

[She's gone with voice for now. No need to broadcast her appearance to the world. There's typical street noises in the background - she's probably in Main Street from the sound of it.]

Beast, Bigby, Cole, you guys out there? This is Cindy. I'm a little bit lost as to the situation - any particular reason I'm suddenly in Nowheresville, Nowhere, being told I'm a piece of fiction? Did I piss Frau off again? If this is a joke I will never let you in my store again.

I can't even find a bloody designer label store or tailor. Am I expected to wear off-the-rack clothes? Really? Is one good fashion designer in this town too much to ask for?

Or a decent plane out of here? Or just any plane out of here?

You know, people, I'm due in Milan for Fashion Week soon, and I'd hate to miss it. I'm ditching half my creditors for this. So if someone could tell me how I get out of here, that would be great.

Comments

[calmyourmind]

There is a fairly decent store near Juanes that offers tailoring, but I am afraid the selection on this island can sometimes be a bit limiting. As to the fashion show, I am sorry, my friend, but the chances of you returning in time for it are slim. Many of the people here have been detained on this island for months, some for over a year, as I have heard it. Perhaps longer.

[loseashoe]

[Helloooo handsome.]

Hm. Well, thanks for the welcome and advice. Can I ask your name?

[calmyourmind]

Charles Xavier. A pleasure to meet you, Miss...?

[loseashoe]

Cindy Ellis. It certainly is a pleasure to meet you. How long have you been here?