Chapter III: Bureaucracy, smureaucracy

Walking trough the city, Xenva marveled herself on all the different people in there. There were foxes like her, but also wolves, cats, weasels, badgers, skunks and raccoons. If it wasn't for her clothes, she would fit in perfectly. And her clothes were only a matter of time.
She got more than one look, and not just because of her clothes. Hearing the occasional whistle behind her back, she started walking more femininely, swishing her tail left and right in a bright arc.
Off course, she had no money, job or residence, but meeting more people like her had certainly raised her spirits.
A shopping street opened before her, and she could smell all sorts of food. Licking her lips, she had to remind herself she was still dead broke, and had to find some money first.
More than once, she was tempted to walk into a store, but she realized she could not do anything in there anyway.
Her mood darkened a bit when she was forced to leave the street behind, but another thing soon caught her attention. One the corner of the next street was a large building. The sing on it, "Strangers agency", seemed to be just what she was looking for. After all, she was a stranger wasn't she?
Entering the building trough two sets of automatic doors, she found herself in a small hallway, with two desk at the end and a dozen chairs against the walls. There were several potted plants around, and a soda machine in the corner. There already three people sitting in the room, with two more being helped at the desk.
Xenva sat down next to a young female rabbit. She seemed to be filling in some kind of form. Casting a slight glance at her, the bunny softly said "'llo".
"Hello. What's that you're doing?"
"I'm filling out my immigration form. I've just moved her a few days ago. You an immigrant too?"
"Yes, you could say that."
"Where did you come from?"
"That's a long story, I..."
The bunny waved a paw, "Say no more, you're an Outworlder aren't you?"
"I guess so."
Smiling at her, she continued. "You've come to the right place, you can sign up here for accommodation and a small funding to get you started."
Xenva smiled back. "Thanks."
"No problem.". Frowning she turned back to the form
She smile inward. It seemed there were more people like her on this world. She was going to enjoy it here.
Picking up some pamphlets from the table in front of her, she started searching for one about `Outworlders'. After half a dozen about taxes, insurance and loans, she found what she was looking for.
Spending the next few minutes browsing it, She learned there had been a steady stream of people teleported into this world. Unless they were obviously dangerous, they were given a government funding and free accommodation. From what she read, Xenva noted that she wasn't such an anomaly after all. She was only a cyborg. This world had greeted far more `interesting' people. There were even centaurs and dragons.
Xenva realized that she didn't look at all out of place here. She had one pair of arms, legs, eyes and breasts.
By the time she had finished the pamphlet, she was the only one left in the room. Except for one office clerk behind the desk, all the others had gone. She got up and walked to the desk on the right.
"Can I help you miss?" said the otter behind it.
"Yes, well, I seem to be an Outworlder."
He raised his eyebrow and chuckled "Whatever gave you that idea?"
She put her hands on the desk and smiled at him. "How many nuclear blasts have you survived?"
"Cant say I ever experienced any. If you would follow me please." He got up and walked to a door in the back. Xenva followed him, snatching one of the cookies he had on his desk.
Entering a small room, he patted the examination table standing in the middle. Xenva hopped on obediently, smiling at him as she munched the cookie.
"Alright miss, I'm going to ask you a few standard questions. Nothing scary, just some information we need to determine your roll in society."
She shivered mentally, knowing that her role might well be being locked away in a cell, or worse.
"First of all, what is your name?"
"Xenva."
"Nothing more?"
"No sir."
he nodded. "Any psionic powers?"
"No."
"Previous profession?"
She swallowed, this was the part she dreaded. "I am... was an assassin."
"An... an assassin? Forgive me, but that is not the kind of profession most people admit to have when they get here."
"I just wish to be honest. You're not going to lock me up are you? I'm not an assassin anymore. I never killed anyone here!"
"Easy dear, easy. You're right, you did not kill anyone here. But tell me, why did you choose that profession on your previous world?"
"I didn't, I was designed as one. I never really had a choice."
"Created? What do you mean?"
"I'm a cyborg."
He put down his pencil, looking at her. "Really? I never met one before. But don't worry, as long as you don't start blowing things up you'll be fine"
"I wont sir."
"And please stop calling me sir, my name is Martin."
"'k"
Smiling, he continued "Well, your history will not be very important, seeing as it was not your choice. But to continue, is there anyone special you left behind?"
"No."
He nodded. "Do you have any idea on a profession you could do here?"
"Well Martin, I certainly wont have anything to do with my previous job."
"Glad to hear that. Anything else I need to know?"
"I don't think so, I just wish to get rid of these clothes."
"Don't get me wrong, you're an attractive woman. But I'd rather you didn't do that in here."
Xenva started laughing hard, shortly followed by Martin.
He motioned for her to follow, "Some on, I'll show you your room while the computer processes your data."

They went up some stairs, entering a short hallway with three doors on each side. Martin opened one door, leading her inside.
"It ain't a five-star hotel, but people don't stay here for long anyway."
He moved to the closet, taking a set of clothing from them. Handing them to Xenva, he turned around to let her change clothes.
The clothes were a low-quality fabric, slightly dulled in color, but a lot better than her previous outfit. "Thanks Martin."
"No problem." He handed her a key chain with two keys on it. "There are your keys for this building and this room. You may stay here as long as you want, clothing and food is provided, but not of very high quality. Like I said, this isn't a hotel."
Twitching his ears, he started moving out of the room. "You just explore your new home, I'll be right back." Smiling, she let herself fall on the bed. Like the clothes, it was functional and nothing less. At the moment however, it felt like the best bed in the world.
Several minutes later, she got up and started exploring like Martin had said. It seemed to be a small two-room apartment, with a small balcony on the street side. The first room was about ten by ten feet, and contained a bed, closet, desk and chair. A door on the left wall led to the bathroom, with a modest toilet and a shower.
A SHOWER!
Xenva nearly jumped a hole in the roof. She quickly undressed and got in, turning the water as hot as possible. Finally being able to get the filth out completely, she purred in pleasure as the hot beams massaged her flesh.
She was so occupied in the shower that she didn't notice Martin returning. After hearing the shower he put something on the bed and left, closing the door behind him.
After she felt clean again, Xenva got out of the shower and started looking for some towels to dry her off. Not finding any, she shook herself dry as much as possible, then used the blow dryer built into her right paw to dry herself. Walking back into the other room, she found the package Martin has left on her bed.
Opening it, she found it to contain a wallet, a card, a package of money and a note. It read "Miss Xenva, inside this package you will find some more items to help you adapt to this society. The money should be used to buy clothes better suited to your person and lifestyle, and perhaps some personal items. The card is a temporary identity card, which you may use to identify yourself."
Besides this line she found a small scribble, most likely Martin's. It said "Duh!"
Smiling, she continued "There is a book in the closet detailing the rules and customs of this society, please take your time in reading this to prevent any unfortunate breach in law or customs.
While you are free to remain in the Stranger's Agency as long as you wish, we appreciate it if you found your own residence as soon as possible."
After browsing the book for a little, Xenva lied back on the bed. The package had contained a thousand Euro, probably not a lot of money.
She considered going to sleep, but the sounds and anxiety of the outside world were too much for her, and after putting on her clothes, she walked out to the door.

Chapter 4: Lift a shop? I'm not that strong

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