October Catch-All

[followyourstar]

Who: Dante and you!
Where: Various Locations
What: Catch-all for October
Warnings: Will tag in threads as needed.



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Comments

[ashesofkatarr]

[This person's head is a clock.

While they take notes on the PDA, Visas watches, trying to understand. They don't look like a droid to her in any other way. Cybernetic prosthetics are so frequent as to be common in her home galaxy--especially so recently postwar as it is. But she's never seen someone whose head was replaced.

She can't puzzle it out. But there's a way to find out, probably.]

What are you?

[She knows that it's probably going to be taken as rude. She isn't sure how else to ask.]

[followyourstar]

[Dante's shoulders raise as they're startled by the question, then slump as the words sink in.]

< Just a normal person. With a clock for a head. >

[Which isn't very normal. Especially with all the ticking in place of words--helpfully translated by the system they're all living inside.]

< It's a prosthesis, which is pretty common in my world. Well, maybe not the clock part, but... >

[ashesofkatarr]

[Oh... the question itself was hurtful.]

I did not mean to cause offense. I am not Human myself, and I thought that you might not be, either. [It is downright strange to Visas that so many of the Chosen are human, to the exclusion of almost all other species.] I am Visas.

[followyourstar]

[She isn't? But she looks... Maybe it's not their place to ask. Not yet, anyway.]

< Dante. And, uh, it's fine, really. I'm pretty used to the questions at this point, so no offense taken. >

[ashesofkatarr]

Very well. [She's not sure that's true, but if he's content to overlook it, she won't belabor the apology.] It is not unusual to see prosthetics where I am from, either.

[Years of interstellar war will do that.]

What are you observing?

[followyourstar]

< Oh! One moment. >

[They look down at the PDA in their hands one last time and save the note that they were writing before pocketing the device once more.]

< I'm just looking around to see what kinds of businesses are out there and making notes on what sorts of things they might need. Things... manpower... That sort of thing. I'm trying- > ["Try" being the key word] < -to put something together, but I need to figure out what I'm working with first. >

[ashesofkatarr]

[How interesting. Visas never would have thought to try operating an actual business here. She wonders what that would even involve. Finding something to sell... counting... money?

Money was never her job on the Ebon Hawk. A couple of the Exile's other companions were keenly interested in it, managing it and obtaining more of it with enthusiasm and arguments.]

...It would be reassuring to have a place to buy things that was run by a real person.

[followyourstar]

< Ah. It's not that I'm planning to sell anything, exactly... >

[They're even less sure about what goes into all of that than they are with their current half-baked venture]

< More of a... "service," I guess? A job placement agency or a group that will go out and find things for other people. Something like that. >

[ashesofkatarr]

[...Hm.]

That would be useful for many Chosen. Especially those who are new.

[And possibly herself. If she was interested in doing things the proper, socially-mandated way.]