in the middle of summer [ OPEN MINGLE ]

[postictal]

Who: Anyone!
What: Catch-all Denny mingle for the last week or so of July
When: Anytime between July 25th and July 31st
Where: Denny
Warnings: Label your stuff if it comes up



[Feel free to use this as a catch-all for whatever your character might conceivably be doing here. Are they loitering outside? Delivering supplies/food? Helping improve the place because god it certainly needs it? Cooking? Socializing? Eating? Just wanting to booze it up? GO WILD.]

[There are nominal rules but if you don't get caught you don't have to deal with them, so you do you.]

Comments

[forwearemany]

(Well he got the robot part right, at least.

The skeleton man isn't completely shocking, but they do lift their flaps at him.)

Greetings.

(Their voice is near monotone, with a mechanical buzz-click to it.)

[vagabone]

[He's openly staring, subtle as a trainwreck as always. Where is their voice coming from??]

Did you come here from Umui?

[forwearemany]

(They're used to it.)

Negative.

[vagabone]

[Funny way to say 'no'.]

So where are you from?

[forwearemany]

Our world of origin is known as Rannoch.

Rannoch was also our location prior to our arrival on Enso.

[vagabone]

[Well.

Now he knows how it feels to sort of regret asking a question.]

Is that... far from Earth?

[forwearemany]

It is on the opposite side of the galaxy.

(So ...yes.)

[vagabone]

[Dios, the implications of the islands being able to kidnap some alien from across the galaxy are terrifying.]

You're really far from home then...

[His face says that's about the worst thing he can imagine.]

[forwearemany]

Rannoch is not home.

(And never will be.)

[vagabone]

[The details don't matter to him! Shut up and take his sympathy.]

Still all the way across the galaxy.

[forwearemany]

(No.)

Our people were slaughtered there.

(Good fucking riddance.)

[vagabone]

[Holy bombshell, Legion.

What does someone even say to that?]

I... I see. I'm so sorry.

[forwearemany]

Your apology is unnecessary.

(Legion is, unfortunately, always blunt and direct: they see no reason to hide what has occurred.)

The Quarian-Creators wished to reclaim their homeworld from us. They can keep it.

[vagabone]

[Right. Can't take anything for granted when you're talking to a robot alien.] Sometimes sorry means we're being sympathetic, not apologizing.

[Wait, wait, wait. They're the bad guy(s)? The kind of alien robotic invaders in hundreds of bad sci-fi stories. Right here. On Enso. Possibly thinking of taking it all over.]

You, uh... they take over planets?

[forwearemany]

(...Angry chatter.)

We have no need of planets. The Quarian-Creators did not intend us to be sapient, when we began to ask questions, they tried to destroy us. We fought them in self defense. When it was clear they would not win, they abandoned their worlds.

[vagabone]

[The robot's laughing at him? Crying? Angry? Whatever it is, it means he should shut up.]

Okay, okay, sorry--ah, that is, I apologize. I don't know anything about space or aliens or... robots?

[forwearemany]

(Mostly just pissy.)

...Acknowledged.

[vagabone]

You want me to go away?

[...probably.]

[forwearemany]

(...Headtilt.)

[vagabone]

[Think like a robot! A robot who doesn't know anything about the ways of human beings.]

See, when someone's upset you... it's perfectly fine to tell them to scram. To leave.

[forwearemany]

Your continued presence does not cause distress.

(They're just... really tired of people freaking out over the scary robots. Even if it was a simple misunderstanding.)