voice | un; quickfish

[kisha]

It seems this world is similar to my own.

I will take your questions, before one of you ends up causing an incident.

If you plan to actually attempt to blend in here... find me. You will need far more than just words to guide you.

[No offense, but she's seen how some of you act... and some of your dressing attempts.

Though her attempt at offering to help maybe isn't that much better.]

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[bestaround]

Huh. You were among humans, then? [ They weren't in her very short list of exceptions, after all. Which begs another question. ] Is it typical that they decide who holds power in their societies depending on whether you're a man or woman?

[kisha]

I was bred in a human stable.

[And that's all she says about that.]

It matters very much to them what you are- and so, what you can become.

[bestaround]

[ It's an unusual choice of words, being "bred", but ultimately there's little about it that strikes him as off. Humans were the androids' creators, after all; it's a fact they knew and accepted. ]

Oh. I wonder why... I wasn't aware it mattered outside things like romantic relationships between them.

[kisha]

It matters.

[bestaround]

Alright, alright, I get it. You're the expert here. Still... humans sure are strange creatures.

[kisha]

I would avoid saying so in front of them, to begin with.

[bestaround]

C'mon, I'm not going to say it to their faces, but I'm still allowed to think it!

[kisha]

Think all you will, but do not let it show on your face.

[says Hayame]

[bestaround]

If it makes you feel better, I still have my goggles to hide most of my face, at least.

[ Since she's that worried about it, apparently... ]

[kisha]

... the goggles, yes.

[she still doesn't get how it's goggles... it's fabric omg...]

[bestaround]

[ tbh does anybody get it... ]

See? Nothing to worry about. [ Moving along— ] So, what else would you suggest to blend in better?

[kisha]

That would depend on what it is you are trying to accomplish and where you are trying to go.

[bestaround]

[ uhhh ]

Wait, is this going to end up complicated? I thought we were just gathering intel for the time being.

[kisha]

How do you find that not complicated?

[bestaround]

Reconnaissance is what I was built for! But I guess it's different when humans are involved...

[kisha]

Scouting the land will mean little without an understanding of these people.

[well, how they think about the current situation anyway]

[bestaround]

Ugh, I think you have a point there. I've never been in a town like this before.

[ It's pretty overwhelming, truth be told. Where to even begin... ]

[kisha]

Perhaps you are best sticking to the slums to begin with.

[bestaround]

The 'slums'? Well, it's somewhere to start... [ Speaking of, though. ] Hey, why do they have these different districts, anyway?

[kisha]

Why... ?

[Wait, was that a serious question?]

[bestaround]

[ Urgh. He sure does hear the skepticism in her voice. ]

Er... yeah. I mean, it seems like it almost matters where these people live and work, and even how they dress. [ Not that he's figured out any rhyme or reason to any of it. ] And that depends on the district, right?

[kisha]

It is the reverse.

[The district is what depends on the profession, robot boy!]

[bestaround]

Uh, okay. [ Leave him alone Hayame... ] So what's the point of them?

[kisha]

[The point...]

One simply lives where one's means allow. The palace and its nobility at the center, the warriors who serve around them, the merchants who sell goods, and then those who produce. Rank and wealth.

[bestaround]

[ Oh, huh. From there, he kind of gets the idea of what's going on here. ]

That's... a lot. Human societies are starting to sound too complex already.