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After a long school day of pretending to ignore old friends, and being as bitter as possible, Alica had bused home in a huff, unlocked the door and stomped up to her room. Mom was still at work, so luckily she had the house to herself, and she could preserve her properly upset mood. 

Although some of that melted away when she opened her eyes. And ahead of her lay the city plaza she had logged off in. It was beginning to gill more and more with people logging on and going about their business. She took in a long breath and fluttered her eyes open and closed a few times. She was back again. 

Tilting her head to each side a few times and shaking out some stiff joints she noticed again the lack of weight on her head. Trading in her usual long hair for her shorter cut here. She looked down to her hands and saw the bandages wrapping around them. Clenching her fists tightly she felt the strength in her. A faint smile formed on her lips, as she went through her usual login warm-up. She enjoyed this world, sometimes a [b]lot[/b] more then her real one. She sighed and looked around the area once more, taking in random faces and familiar buildings. An armor shop here, a weapon shop there. A few stalls were situated at random points on the outskirts of the plaza, selling odds and ends. Accessories, potions, fruit and books. Her small smile faded back to a neutral position, as she remembered again she was alone. No longer did she have a party to tackle battles with, and that was a problem. While she was no where near useless alone, she held a better strength with allies, and at this second she had none. Stamping her fist into her opposite palm, she made a mental note. That was her goal for now then, make some new friends. After a few long seconds of this pose she let her arms drop. Everything about that was lame and she knew it. 

Another sigh and she ruffled her raven hair. This was an off week...