[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

You pat yourself down, but you are totally and completely naked aside from what feels like a ribbon choker around your neck. Your beak kind of gets in the way of seeing it, but you do get a little memory flicker of what it looks like- it's purple, with a tiny white polka dot pattern. 

It means a lot to you.

Aside from that though, you have jack shit, and you don't like that. It makes you feel too vulnerable, and as someone rudely bumps into you-

????: Watch it!
????: Fucking newbies...

-you get the feeling that that's not a good thing to be around here. 

The other toy's comment makes you wonder just what he means by that, but you also get the sense you're not welcome to just lay in the road in a daze. You hop onto the sidewalk and start walking, startled when your foot touches something cold and wet- snow. Definitely winter, then. 

The street goes straight ahead, no curves to it. Buildings lay in straight lines and blocky forms, offset by curved shapes for the windows, doors and signage. There's different materials all over, alternating between wood, metal, plastic, some brick...but as far as you can tell in the light of the street lamps, it's all pretty brightly colored. The sky above you is dark, with large, defined star shapes contrasted by an even larger crescent moon.

It's rather pretty, but you can't say the same for the scratched up buildings. Whoever lives in this city doesn't take very good care of it, further supported by the trash you find littered on the ground.

You can't remember this place at all, though. You don't even think you've been anywhere like it, and maybe that's why the guy who bumped you called you a "newbie"- you almost wish you asked him what the hell he meant. 

First things first, though...you want something to protect yourself with. A guy bumping into you was...fine, annoying but fine. But you don't like the look of this place, and considering the last thing you remember was horrible pain, something needed to be done. 

None of the trash looks suitable, though. There's a stick, maybe? But even just picking that up...you feel pathetic, just holding a piece of brown, textured plastic. You toss it aside with a disgruntled squeak, kicking a can for good measure. 

You were either going to need some help, or go exploring. You know enough despite your amnesia to know you need to find a place that'll let you either scrounge something together or...something. Someone had to have this kind of stuff, right?