Marie immediately searches for a hotel or some form of accommodation. She greets the receptionist with an energetic wave.
"Hi~! What's the currency here?"
Hah! What an interesting illusion this is. The void things must be incredibly desperate, crafting up so obvious a distraction. I will humour them all the same, however. If this is the best they can come up with, clearly they are running out of ways to do anything to me.
Still, I do not recognize any of these buildings, not really. I don't believe the void-things have had anything even slightly similar... Odd, that they would craft an image that does not match up to any reality either myself or they have seen. This is all far too obviously fake.
I continue to explore the town, absentmindedly switching out Digestive Assimilation and Technomagic as I continue to walk. Wing Manifestation and... Telepathic Mimicry? Oh well. I grow a pair of wings to speed up the process of exploring, using them to fly around instead of walk. Fun times.
"I dunno exactly what, but neither the bar nor the clothing or medicine store sound real appealing to me. Let's just walk down the town and see what there is."
"Sounds good to me."
Ray tries to gently slip his hand into Lidia's, before they explore the town a little more thoroughly.
Lidia, evidently, is still rather mad about the whole thing earlier, because she lightly backhands his hand away, but she does at least put her hand on his shoulder as they walk deeper into the town.
The nearest hotel is about five minutes away. It's a small stone building that looks modern by the standards of the 2010s (assuming you come from Earth that had touchscreen phones and virtual reality by then, anyway). The receptionist is.....an anthropomorphic frog. Not even in the cute sense, in the sense that it appears like a frog with human limbs stuck on where it should have frog legs.
They just blankly stare at Marie with unblinking eyes.
The explorers see more of the town, finding a frontier church not far from the saloon, more ramshackle houses and futuristic-looking habitats side-by-side, various other shops and what seems like the town hall- an old-style wooden building- near the middle of the city.
The bartender looks up at the people talking to him. He raises an eyebrow.
"Ah. New to Fort Wit, are you? Where are you from? Fort Prosperity? Queenland? Up north from that abandoned Traction City or whatever they called it?"