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WHO: Momiji and OPEN to everyone
WHERE: The MAC and the streets
WHEN: From Jan. 7 thru Jan.9, state when/where in header
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Trying to stop thinking so much, Momiji starts wondering around the City.
FORMAT: Starts with prose, will dissolve into whatever the other person wants

Momiji had been spending his first few days in the City trying to wrap his mind around the concept of being stuck in this new reality. It hadn’t been going well. Thinking about it left him depressed and filled with questions about the future. The silence that filled his apartment wasn’t helping. Momiji had never really been alone. Sure, the houses on Sohma estate were usually quiet, but there had still been the background hum of human life. To keep himself from dwelling on his situation, Momiji had been busy acquiring a new wardrobe and decorating his room.

But there was only so much time he could dedicate to deciding between shades of pink and by Friday, Momiji running out of things to do. Determined not to spend his weekend worrying over something he couldn’t change, he rose early and with a game plan. He was going to explore the City and get familiar with the place he’d be calling home from now on. Mentally pumping himself, Momiji pulled on a sweater and strode out the door.

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It was several flights before they reached the ground floor. "Well, it's a big city so we can do almost anything! There are stores, and museums, and movie theaters, and regular theaters and all kinds of other things! I've been in this area, so you should choose what we do first."

"Ah, I've been doing a lot of shopping recently." Thus his newly decorated apartment. "Do you like museums?" Momiji always got antsy in movie theaters. He was too used to movement.

"Sure! If you look at what people did in the past, you can come up with ideas for the future! And sometimes I get ideas for great sweater patterns!" Jordan laughed. "You like museums? What kind do you like best? Art or history?"

"That's a good view on it." He giggled. "Hmmm, I like art museums a lot. But I find history interesting too!"

"I haven't gone to many of the art ones yet, so we can start there." She smiled at him and squeezed his hand. "After all, it's more fun if we're both finding new things, right?"

"Ah, art museums are fun. And very pretty." He gave another bought of twittering laughter. He squeezed he hand right back, feeling more at ease as they went along and forgetting about the panic he'd been in the past few days. "It's just like an adventure!"

"An adventure? How is an art museum like an adventure?"

"Eh, I meant finding new things! Seeing new sights! That kind of thing." He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning. "Sorry, sorry. I don't always make sense with what I say."

"In that case, everything is an adventure!"

Momiji nodded. "That's what I'd like to believe! It's more fun that way!"

Jordan walked down the street, both arms swinging a lot as she moved. "Life is about having fun," she declared. "In all the ways we can. Which is why I don't sleep."

Momiji skipped along side her. "Yeah, yeah. You should always make the most of what time you have." He was going to go on with more inspirational type speeches, but he was sidetracked by her last statement. "You don't sleep? Don't you need to?"

"Well, that's what people keep telling me. But I never do! I try sometimes, but there's just so much that I want to do that lying around in bed doing nothing just seems like so much of a waste, you know? So I get up and start doing things again before I've gone on for too long, and then I just stop trying for a while because it's so boring!"

"You're lucky that you don't get tired all the time." Momiji replied. "You must be really active, just going and going."

"Well, there's just so much to do!" Jordan answered with a grin. "I know that other people get tired and sleep and stuff, but I've never been any good at it. What about you, Momiji? What do you do?"

"I really like sleep!" He laughed. "But sometimes I get carried away when I'm working on something and forget to go to bed. So I can kind of understand that."

"Well, I think getting carried away is different," Jordan answered with a smile, tugging him toward a gallery. "Don't you collapse at some point? Most people do. And then they sleep for a long time. I don't usually do that."

"Hmm. You're right." Momiji was perfectly content with getting led around. He smiled and asked, "Is that your power then? Not having to sleep?"

"I don't know. I know everyone's supposed to have one, but I haven't been any different than back home. I just make things. I mean, I don't sleep, but I never do so that's not new."

She shrugged and pushed open the jingling door of the gallery. "Does it really matter? I haven't seen most people use their powers too much. Or at least not the ones I've hung out with."

"Hmm. Maybe you just haven't found your power yet." He commented, musing on her question as he followed her in. "It doesn't really matter at all. I don't think any type of supernatural ability defines someone. Ah, I guess it was strange of me to ask."

"Well, it is one of the first things people ask when they know you're an imPort. 'What are you going to do to destroy the City?' As if that's all we're up to. I mean, we didn't ASK to be here or anything, right?"

She laughed and shook her head, then looked over at him and smiled. "But it's not a bad place to be, is it?"

"No we didn't. It's really rude to think we're all going to be bad guys." Momiji placed his free hand on his hip, frowning. "But I guess I understand the people already here. It must be scary to have a bunch of people with powers immigrate to your home."

"So far this place has been fun. Like a vacation!" He laughed,grinning back at her.

"Well, if you're only 16, you'll have to find a school at some point, won't you? Then it won't be like a vacation."

She squeezed his hand, then pointed to the paintings on the wall to distract him.

"Yeah, but I don't really mind school. It's fun being around so many people!" He answered, grinning. He held her hand a little tighter, looking up at the artwork. "Ah, look at that. It's so pretty!"

"My friends and I usually analyze the color and perspective, but yeah. It's pretty."

"Oh! Did you know that there are these guys who go around the world trying to figure out where famous paintings were done and taking pictures of the places? Isn't that neat?"