Session 2 13

The mall - the biggest shopping complex in the sector - Looms in a way that only big commercial structures can Loom. Even the Roland can't Loom like this.
It does not take long for Ingenue to get separated from Zinda in the crowd.
Ingenue: "…"
Fortunately, she soon spies another familiar face…
[OOC] WC GM: Spyboy and Abraham, while the mall scene is happening, post what you're doing, please.
Spyboy is working with B-4 to get his formal duds all spiffied up.
Ingenue stops in the flow of traffic, letting the crowd part to turn, only now wondering exactly why LAGOS decided to skimp on the size of the frame, turning in place until laying optics upon Hrrin.
B-4 has made the logical (and plot-convenient) conclusion: need better formal duds? There's a mall for that.
[OOC] Spyboy: Really should be at the military clothing store on-base =p
Hrrin has, unsurprisingly, found someone to talk shop with.
[OOC] WC GM: The mall includes a military section.
Abraham is playing tourist. Checking out the kiosk's and stores as well as the resteraunts in the town.
Abraham is also looking for places of 'cultural significance' such as monuments and museums.
[OOC] Hrrin: They are possibly someone at, say, a kiosk that happens to sell kit and accessories for civilian vehicular needs..
Hrrin 's tail lashes irritatedly. "Look, do you have a scratch tablet? Kuat Drive yards are, and always have been, an inferior standard compared to Arr'kastrr Unlimited. There is /math/ to back this up."
Ingenue cuts through the crowd with the momentum only a curiously-strong-child-sized-robot could generate, to stand at Hrrin's side.
[OOC] Abraham: Well, it's not exactly military, but I saw a small Boy Scout-centerd store at one mall.
KioskMerchant: "Yeah, but supplies are limited, y'know? But I hear there's a mod scene on Collins that makes stuff almost as good."
[OOC] Ingenue: I don't think Spyboy will purchase his dress-uniform at a boy scouts store.
Abraham easily finds the Founding Museum - because any large colony more than a few decades old seems to drag up whatever trash is left of its founders and make culture out of it.
[OOC] Abraham: He would if Heggy told him to. We know who's dots on who's character sheet.
Hrrin: "Hr, mod scene? They do bespoke work? How big are the garages we're talking."
KioskMerchant: "Big enough for whole shuttlecraft. More than big enough for most ground vehicles."
Hrrin abruptly notices that her tail has slammed into something new. "Oh, hello Nue." And she turns her attention back to the Kiosker. "Anything they do on public record?"
KioskMerchant: "Of course, they mainly do private spacecraft, what with having more than one planet."
[OOC] Hrrin: Zinda's going to be ready to start soon.
[OOC] WC GM: She can find Hrrin and Ingenue when she's ready.
KioskMerchant: "Oh, most of it's on the up and up. Here, I've got a few suppliers…" The merchant pulls up a dataslate with contact information and pictures of samples of work. "Want me to recommend one?"
Ingenue: "Harry. Zinda wished to take this unit 'shopping' in order to acquire new clothing that would be 'more appropriate' than the uniform this frame is currently utilizing, however Zinda has vanished into the crowd of beings."
Hrrin: The engineer tugs at her furred sideburns, thinking. "Hrr…I'd want to know who does the most, ah, rrobust work."
Hrrin: To Nue: "Zinda has no idea how 'shopping' works in civilized systems anyways. You're better off with me."
Spyboy finds a tailor displaying dress uniforms of all the branches. "Ahh, good afternoon, Lieutenant and Lieutenant. What can I do for you?"
B-4: "He needs a mess dress uniform."
Spyboy: "Ah….yeah."
KioskMerchant: "Robust? Hmm…hmm…oh, you'll probably be wanting Kararrt. Personally, I think she overengineers her stuff, but I suppose it'd be your speed. Here, let me send her a note, tell her you're coming. What's your name?"
Ingenue: -> Hrrin: "She does not? Then… would that mean Oldziey is not civilized?"
The tailor looks Spyboy up and down. "…yes. Yes he doooes, doesn't he?" She giggles. "Step into the booth there and I'll get your measurements."
Spyboy sighs and steps into the scanner.
Hrrin: She smiles. 'Overengineered' is exactly right. "Hrrin. Rask'thar, but that's self-designated. Descent or patronage from no family of note."
The kiosk merchant raises an eyebrow, but types this down. "…of note. Got it. Okay, she'll get the message before you get there. Just make sure you're there sometime in the next week, please?"
Hrrin: To Nue: "It's…more than a touch barbaric." Hrrin, you are -such- a hypocrite.
The scanner scans. Bands of light play over Spyboy's every feature, recording him in greater detail than most security checkpoints.
Abraham spies a familiar lago - or rather, a familiar lago spies him. "Captain Bounty? Fancy meeting you here."
Hrrin: Sometime….in the next week. Where the /hell/ are you going to be in a week? "…I'll let her know personally if that's not feasible."
KioskMerchant: "Alright. Here's her address." The merchant displays the contact inf-
Hrrin has heard of this Kilrathi, by reputation. One of the foremost engineers, supposedly once she kept an entire fleet limping along after a major accident. She vanished during the war; everyone assumed her fleet had been ambushed and mistaken for a military convoy.
And now she is on Salaam in Collins, apparently.
Hrrin: Well. Damn. How the /hell/ did she wind up in this quiet little backwater?
Tailor: "Going to the big party tonight, Lieutenant Pearson?"
Tailor: "I wish I could go. But someone's got to man the store, you know?"
Abraham casts his mind back to the archive of his memory. Who is this bunnyeared person?
It is Rab. "Sorry about the silence breach back in orbit. Wenser said everything worked out after all?"
Hrrin: "Kkt." Hrrin surpresses any more noise of startlement. "I should look forward to speaking with her, indeed."
Hrrin: "Come on, Nue. Let's go find…some place that sells children's clothing."
KioskMerchant: "Yeah, I guess she was some kind of hotshot? I've tried to get her to talk about it, but she just says it's all in the past."
KioskMerchant: "Say hi to her for me, will you?"
Spyboy: "Yeah, well, I hate wearing this stuff. If I'd known it was full-on mess dress I'd have found some excuse to not attend."
Abraham: "Yeah everything worked out for the best, more or less. How have you been?"
Hrrin: "Certainly." And Hrrin departs. "Do you have any opinions on this?"
Tailor: "Yeah, unfortunately they don't give Purple Hearts just for getting your pride wounded."
Rab: "A little put out, 'cause they slagged my droids, but if it saved the Admiral's life I guess it was worth it."
[OOC] Spyboy: Is Zinda's mess dress uniform furs?
Rab: "I've got parts on order for replacements, though."
Spyboy: "You carry the miniature medals, right?"
Rab: "Wenser insisted I come down here and attend the party. Guess it's his way of saying thanks?"
Tailor: "I do! Only the ones you're approved for, of course. Let's see…" She taps a few buttons, then swivels the display so Spyboy can see. "This is your set, right?"
Spyboy: "Yep. Damn. My chest is gonna look bare tonight."
Abraham: "Maybe. I've got some time to kill before the ceremony. Can you recommend any good places to spend a couple of hours?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I have arrived!
[OOC] Abraham: I hear there's a new Wing Commander movie in the cinemaplex.
[OOC] Abraham: These two events are /probably/ unrelated.
Rab smiles. "Ahaha. Now THAT, I can help you with. The Fermented Carrot's one of the best on the planet, and I'm not saying that just because my sister runs it."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: So, my cord on this laptop is super ultra shitty. If it pops out for even a moment, my laptop will die. So, just beware. xD
Abraham: "Ah. I assume that's a bar and not a band."
Tailor: "Hey now, you've got more metal than I do. Don't put yourself down over it."
[OOC] Abraham: Mine is the same way, to the point that I literally can't use it anymore.
Spyboy: "There'll probably be about ten lieutenants at that thing. Sure I'll have the most salad of them, but then you have all the myriad ranks above, with longer service, maybe in the war-"
Rab: "Sure is." Rab begins leading the way out of the museum. "One of the best gossip spots around, too, if you know what I mean."
Zinda Tegram frantically searches for her robotic charge. CrapCrapCrap.
Abraham: "Ah, then by all means, lead the way good sir."
It does not take long for Zinda to backtrace her steps and find Hrrin. Finding Ingenue requires pressing through the crowd to see that the child-frame robot is next to the Kilrathi.
Zinda Tegram breathes a sigh of relief.
Zinda Tegram: "H-hey…"
Tailor: "And someday someone will be complaining that you're one of them."
Zinda Tegram: "Don't run off like that!"
Ingenue: ->Hrrin: "This unit does not. The extant suit of clothing was deemed sufficient, as this unit only has data gathering priorities. It was not designed for… 'Dress functions'."
Ingenue: "? Zinda, it has been confirmed that this unit does not perform well when surrounded by multiple taller units. The type 3 frame lacks height."
Abraham wonders if he can get carrot cider.
Zinda Tegram: "Th-that's not the point! What if something happened to you or you got lost or something else?"
Zinda Tegram: "You don't even have a name yet!"
The Fermented Carrot is a distinctly retro-style bar. Sure, it serves modern produce, and one can see the standard industrial kitchen appliances in the back if one looks, but the decor out front is a stylized Old West tavern. The staff uniform is even (synthetic) leathers and a wide-brimmed hat - with holes for the ears of the occasional lago employee.
Ingenue blinks. "What could happen?"
Carrot cider is indeed on the menu.
Hrrin: "Zinda, really. What's going to happen?
Tailor: "So, while the uniform's weaving - are you a guest or security, if I may ask?"
Zinda Tegram: "Ah, me?"
Zinda Tegram: "I was supposed to the child's guardian, but she, ah, got away."
[OOC] Abraham: Abraham swaggers up to the bar, his steely-eyed glare forestalling any protests from the local gunhands. He slaps some mone on the bar and bellows "Milk. And serve it in a clean glass."
Spyboy: "Guest. I'm not really qualified for security."
[OOC] Spyboy: Charm 4 means Spyboy can get away with blatant lies.
Abraham goes up to the bar and orders a carrot cider.
[OOC] Abraham: I had some pumpkin cider and it was great. I also recently had some cherry cider, and it was decidely sub-par. So now we'll see.
The carrot cider is…good. Though Rab seems to think it is to die for, from the way he chugs it.
Spyboy is for some reason craving carrot cider.
[OOC] WC GM: Actually, Spyboy just spoke the blatant truth.
[OOC] WC GM: …before that line.
Abraham decides not to comment on typecasting and racial steriotyping.
Hrrin: "So. Tegram."
Hrrin: "Do -you- want to take care of this errand?"
Zinda Tegram: "Y-yeah."
Hrrin has been maneuvering the trio away from the machinist's kiosk, as they speak.
Ingenue glances at Hrrin, then Zinda and back, certain that there is /something/ interesting happening here but not certain what…
Tailor: "Aaand here you go." She pulls a bundle from the wall and hands it over - still warm. "I'll charge it to your account. Anything for the lady?"
Hrrin: "Good. So…where were you taking her, when you lost her?"
The bartender smiles at Abraham. "So, I hear you're the new Admiral in town?"
Abraham makes a show of checking his watch. "Not yet, miss."
B-4: "No. I'm capable of basic reasoning."
Zinda Tegram: "Umm, well I was going to take them around see if we could socialize them a bit."
B-4: "Thanks, though!"
The tailor blinks, taken aback, then looks at Spyboy, looks at B-4, then smiles. "I seeee. Out for a little 'fun' after the party?"
She winks at B-4. "Good luck with him."
[OOC] Spyboy: Apparently she can't read the nametapes on our uniforms. But whatevs!
B-4 looks a little confused at that.
[OOC] WC GM: Or rather, she hasn't.
Spyboy: "C'mon, dear, I heard about a diner around here we should visit."
Hrrin: Hrrin. Looks at Zinda. Looks at Nue. Looks back at Tegram. "What kind of 'socialization' did you have in mind?"
Zinda Tegram: "Well, I was thinking of taking her around and getting her opinion on stuff, having her talk to the cashier's and pay them when she finds something she likes, and is appropriate…"
[OOC] WC GM: If Spyboy's heading to the Fermented Carrot - yeah, he might have heard of it. Especially if he was looking for lago-friendly establishments.
Zinda Tegram: "C'mon kid, let's go look at stuff."
Hrrin: Hrrin relaxes. That's normal enough.
Bartender: "Yeah, well. Wenser says you're good people. And we could use good people."
[OOC] Spyboy: He heard of it from Rab. Subliminally.
Abraham: "Well I try. Any chance of getting something a bit more solid to go with this cider?"
Ingenue nods, following Zinda. "Thank you for your assistance, Harry."
Bartender: "Sure! Care to try our carrot-steak?"
Hrrin: "#Hrrin Rask'thar#. It's Hrrin."
Abraham pauses to parse that. "Not just yet, I'm looking for something smaller. Do you have any… fried carrots?"
There are, naturally, plenty of clothing stores to be found, with a wide variety of styles.
[OOC] Abraham: Okay seriously the Lago race had damn well better have superior eyes than the Hubble telescope.
Bartender: "Sure do! One order of carrot fries coming right up!"
Ingenue opens its mouth, pauses…. it knows it can't parse Kilrathi, but… "Hrrrrrrangian…. Harry?"
[OOC] WC GM: In some ways they do.
[OOC] WC GM: But mostly they just like the taste.
Zinda Tegram tries to lead Ingenue off to the formalwear section of the mall.
[OOC] WC GM: Supposedly.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: #@TQT# T_T
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: The party no longer trusts me! xD
Hrrin: "Her-rin"
[OOC] WC GM: Wrong "supposedly" reference. :P
Abraham: "Thank you."
Abraham ponders what they use for sauce.
Hrrin: "And then slur it together into one syllable."
[OOC] Ingenue: We trust you exactly as much as we ever did!
Ingenue pauses, sounding out the syllables, while still walking with Zinda. "Herrin?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Heehee!
There are plenty of sauces available, mostly ones Abraham recognizes. Then again, it seems the main stock in trade is meats and vegetarian meat-equivalents; most of the sauces available are thus BBQ and similar. Ketchup is, of course, available too.
Spyboy arrives just as Abraham is surveying the sauce.
Spyboy: "Afternoon, captain."
[OOC] WC GM: *passes up the easy opportunity for a 'hitting the sauce' line*
Spyboy blinks as he recognizes his companion - and pauses for a moment while he decides how to proceed.
The bartender perks up as Spyboy and B-4 walk in.
Abraham orders ranch as a dipping sauce.
Zinda Tegram glances back at Ingenue. "Sorry, what'd you say? Hrrin?"
Rab fills a disposable small cup of ranch sauce for Abraham, since the bartender's attention seems to be occupied.
Rab: "Yes, sis, it's them. Told you Wenser vouched for 'em."
Bartender: "I…I…"
Rab: "Putting a round on the house?"
Spyboy sidles up to the counter beside Abraham, with Heggy to his other side.
Bartender: "Yes."
Ingenue: "Possibly? Parsing Kilrathi linguistics seems very difficult."
Hrrin: "Wasn't anything to you. Getting Nue to see if she can to my name right."
[OOC] Hrrin: brb, a few minutes, dishes.
Bartender: "What'll it be?"
B-4: "What do you recommend?"
Rab: "Carrot cider!"
The bartender shoots her apparent brother a LOOK.
Rab: "What?"
Abraham: "It's quite good actually."
B-4: "I'll try it, then."
The bartender fills two glasses, serving one each to Spyboy and B-4. "My little sister and her kids were on that transport you saved."
Bartender: "THANK YOU!"
Zinda Tegram shrugs, and points to some likely looking dresses on display. "Whaddya think of those, kid?"
The bartender seems to be fighting back tears, trying to remain professional.
[OOC] Abraham: Waooohaooo! This stuff is the mana of the gods! *chug* *chug* *chug*.
Spyboy: "Just doing our job, ma'am."
Ingenue examines the articles on display, cross-referencing them with examples from… hmm. No samples found. It would seem there were no dresses of this type on the Roland or in LAGOS' data core. A curious omission. "They are fabric."
[OOC] Ingenue: Currently, the only accurate conclusion Nue can come to.
Rab: "[Seriously. She was broken up when her sister didn't make the cut to be on the transport she left on.]"
B-4: "[But she made it out eventually, right?]"
Spyboy: "Wish I knew why it was attacked."
Zinda Tegram: "Well, yeah, but do you like it?"
Rab: "[She was on that transport. I checked the manifest.]"
Ingenue: ->Zinda: "What is 'like'?"
Rab: "It was attacked by the Nephilim. Why do you need any further 'why'?"
Zinda Tegram: "It's like, umm…"
Spyboy: "Yeah, what were the Nephilim doing *there.*"
Zinda Tegram: "What sort of affect do you have for it?"
Zinda Tegram: "Do you appreciate it?"
Zinda Tegram: "Umm…gosh how to explain this…"
[OOC] Zuki: okay. *now* I'm here.
Rab: "Good question, sir."
[OOC] WC GM: Nick up?
Zinda Tegram: "Does it make you feel nice?"
[OOC] Abraham: Useing a word to define itself. -2 points from Zinda.
Rab: "[Wenser says to tell you they're infiltrating.]"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Where did I use the word to define itself?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: xD
Spyboy: "[Does that mean that some of the lago refugees from other transports could actually be Nephilim infiltrators?]"
[OOC] Abraham: "What is 'like'?" "It's like, umm…"
Rab: "[Doubt it. Personally, sir?]"
Rab: "[The old man has such theories about the Nephilim it's scary. I'm almost worried he is one.]"
Rab: "[Just, 'our' Nephilim, if that makes any sense.]"
Ingenue: "Feel nice? This frame is running within acceptable parameters. The dress will not inhibit the frame's cooling processes in any measurable way."
Spyboy: "[To be honest I agree.]"
Spyboy: "This cider's pretty good."
Rab: "[How much can we trust your old man - Abraham?]"
Rab: "Ain't it, though?"
Abraham: "I was suspicous at first, but yeah it turned out to be pretty tasty."
Zinda Tegram: "Umm, well, how about you choose one that you'd prefer."
Zinda Tegram: "Oh!"
[OOC] Spyboy: Heh. Now I have to say in front of Ren how much I trust Abraham. Good going, WC.
Zinda Tegram: "Would you prefer it to any other dress?"
[OOC] WC GM: Just as keikaku.
Spyboy: "[Sometimes I wonder, but compared to Wenser he's a bastion of truth.]"
Spyboy: "[Temptation is hounding at his heels but so far he's resisted.]"
[OOC] Spyboy: Sorry bout calling you that, Zinda.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Calling me what?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Not reading too closely. xD
Abraham: "I'll have another cider please. I have given in to the temptation."
Bartender: "Here you go!"
[OOC] Spyboy: Huh. Apparently they usually add an apple in with the carrots for cider. Covers up the bitterness.
Rab: "[Eh, I suppose we have to trust one of them eventually.]"
[OOC] Ingenue: I think he was calling you 'temptation'.
[OOC] WC GM: He was.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Hahaha, I see!
[OOC] Spyboy: Or the hound. =p
[OOC] WC GM: The hound of temptation.
Rab: "So, Captain Bounty, sir. What do you think of Admiral Wenser?"
Abraham: "Thank you."
Ingenue ponders. Prefer? Preference is based on priority, and priority is data acquisition. All data is valuable, though some data is rarer and more valuable than others. There are no facilities like this on the Roland, thus further ability to acquire this data would be limited or non-existant after this session. Thus, all available data had to be gained. An almost predatory sheen flickers through…
Ingenue …Nue's optics. "What are the parameters of this non-optional social function?"
Abraham: "Wenser? Well, I haven't had too much interaction with him on a personal level. He hasn't interfeared with my job when we worked together, which is high praise indeed compared to some of the other people I've had to serve under."
Abraham: "I think he's competent at his job and is one of the few admirals in the sector who's making an effort to understand non-human cultures, such as the Lago."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: What WOULD they be?
[OOC] WC GM: There are many parameters of the function. Which ones are you looking for?
[OOC] Ingenue: What clothing is apropos. Zinda can work on schooling Nue on how to not interrogate people and other social mores later.
Rab smiles. "Not that there are many admirals in this sector. After tonight, it'll be as many as half, right?"
[OOC] WC GM: Standard high class party dress.
Abraham: "Well… there's more to understanding a culture than enjoying their cuisine, though there are worse starts I admit."
[OOC] Zuki: Should I…yeah, I'd better just formally excuse mahself.
[OOC] Ingenue: For what culture? European?
Zinda Tegram: "Ah, well, first, we'll walk down a central aisle, flanking Abraham…"
Zinda Tegram: "As his honor guard I'd assume."
[OOC] WC GM: European culture is dominant - not exclusive, but dominant. There is tolerance for known alternate cultures, especially major ones.
Zinda Tegram: "Then we'll likely stand there while he delivers a speech. You'll probably want some clothing with, uh…"
Zinda Tegram starts explaining what she knows of confed formal dress etiquette.
[OOC] Abraham: Body Armor
[OOC] Ingenue: Nue's skin is body armor.
Rab: "C'mooon…" He leans in and whispers to Abraham. "You met Elles, right? Else how'd your looies get…" He taps the back of his neck.
Ingenue: "What is this unit's function at the social event? Observation? Data mining? Watching over the Captain to ensure he is not lacerated or otherwise physically harmed?"
[OOC] WC GM: …you know, I think I am going to require a Culture/Tech check from Zinda.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Sounds fun.
Zinda Tegram: "Ah…"
[OOC] Abraham: And given how chessa rolls, you might also require a Culture/Tech Shock check from Zinda.
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: + 0 + + (Base: 2 Total: 5) (Culture Tech)
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I think I'll be fine. ; )
[OOC] Abraham: Or not.
[OOC] WC GM: Sometimes Chessa likes to mess with expectations.
[OOC] WC GM: Often, even.
Abraham: "… you know, since I'm going to be an Admiral soon, I really need to practice my 'we can neither confirm nor deny' speeches."
[OOC] Ingenue: I'd say always, but that reverts on itself by creating the expectation of subverting expectations… y'know, Chessa is Adorjan.
Spyboy: "The big question I've got is where'd the Admiral get his?"
Spyboy leans back to look around Abraham and eye Rab.
Spyboy: "I'm liking your suggestion, Rab. It feels….right."
Rab: "Yeah, I put word out - through normal channels, y'know? Since he can listen in. Elles ain't never met Wenser."
Spyboy: "And he told us he'd never been to Mu Cephei."
Zinda Tegram: "So, go ahead and pick one out."
Spyboy: "I'd been thinking - he visited White."
Rab: "You think they've got this at White?"
Spyboy: "Based on some of the stuff he's said - maybe?"
Spyboy: "I think we'd need to add White to the list of places Admiral Bounty has to visit if it wasn't already on there."
Ingenue flits through the assembled options, then pauses. "What is Zinda wearing?"
Rab: "I've never been that far from home myself."
Zinda Tegram chuckles. "I have a dress uniform from my time in the Harvest royal guard. I'll be wearing that."
Ingenue: "Should this unit's dress match Zinda's colors?"
Zinda Tegram stops for a brief moment. Did Ingenue really just say that?
Zinda Tegram: "Umm. Yeah, sure!"
Zinda Tegram: "I might have a picture of myself in it somewhere…"
[OOC] Ingenue: Complimentary colors is a science. Science is documented. Nue is wikipedia. Don't ask it to be /accurate/ in its guesses, though…
Zinda Tegram starts flitting through her portable computing device to find the relevant image.
Zinda Tegram: "Oh yeah! Have you given any thought to your name?"
Ingenue: "25% of this frame's processor cycles have been devoted to determining what would be a suitable name. However, further analysis will be required."
Zinda Tegram: "Sure thing. I'm sure you'll choose a good one."
Abraham: "White was already on the list."
[OOC] Abraham: catching up on posts.
Ingenue proceeds through the racks, comparing the colors and style (at least superficially) to what Zinda displayed on her data-unit. ((Cult/Tech roll?))
Abraham: "And yes, White is our most likely suspect. Unless Wenser has a background in physics."
Spyboy: "I'd suggest heading there as soon as we're done here, but based on things Hrrin's mentioned in the wardroom I think she'd slit my throat."
[OOC] Abraham: Before or after the Nephilim crash my party?
[OOC] Ingenue: Yes.
[OOC] WC GM: Charm would be better than Culture/Tech here, I think.
Ingenue rolled up 4dF: 0 0 + - (Base: 1 Total: 1) ((Charm check to see if Nue has /any/ sense of fashion whatsoever!))
Ingenue is capable of basic color-matching, at least.
[OOC] Ingenue: that…. went better than expected. Still, outcome hazy, try again later.
[OOC] Abraham: Even Chessa doesn't know.
The basics of choosing red/green/blue values similar to a given target are remarkably computable.
But beyond that…
[OOC] Abraham: I have visions of Nue in a formal suit jackt and tie over a wedding dress.
[OOC] Abraham: They're both formal…
Ingenue offers its selection to Zinda. While sizes are accurate and colors are decent, some of the style choices are… seriously, who would even /make/ that in a child's size?
[OOC] Abraham: To be fair, Lago are smaller than humans, so 'child size' to them is probably like 'small' to us.
Zinda Tegram: "Umm. Do you like it?"
Ingenue: "It fits the designated parameters, but there may be hidden variables unknown to this unit."
Zinda Tegram: "Well, how about we, uh, some small alterations here…"
Zinda Tegram pulls something slightly more age-appropriate from the rack, in Nue's selected colors.
Zinda Tegram: "How is this one?"
Ingenue examines the preferred article… criterion list: check; check; check. Nue nods. "This unit 'likes' that one."
Zinda Tegram: "Excellent! Let's buy it."
Zinda Tegram hands the dress to Ingenue and leads them to the register.
[OOC] Ingenue: Is a wealth check necessary here? Dress clothes can get… dramatically pricey.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda was going to cover it, actually.
[OOC] Ingenue: Nue saves the cashey munny for…. upgrades.
[OOC] Abraham: Like a larger frame?
[OOC] WC GM: If you want to do the check, sure, but it's not that expensive.
Hailing the cashier, Zinda says: "Hello! They'd like to buy this. Say hello kid!"
[OOC] Ingenue: Psh, periscope eyes and/or sonar would handle the larger frame needs. But you always need more memory and a better processor, even post-singularity computers.
[OOC] Abraham: … I honestly don't recall if the child's section is more or less expensive than the adult section…
[OOC] Spyboy: They? Ingenue is Legion?
[OOC] Abraham: Bits add up.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Singular they.
Ingenue: "Hello kid?"
Cashier: "Awww. So how'll you be paying for it?"
Ingenue looks upwards at Zinda.
Zinda Tegram hands Ingenue her credit stick.
Ingenue offers the cred stick to the cashier.
The cashier takes and processes the stick.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Should I make an asetts roll?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Assets
[OOC] WC GM: Sure.
[OOC] WC GM: Difficulty 1, though.
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: 0 - + 0 (Base: 2 Total: 2) (Assets)
The cashier smiles and hands it back. "Your receipt's on the stick."
Cashier: "Would you like to sign up for our rewards card?"
Zinda Tegram folds her arms and smiles at Ingenue.
Zinda Tegram: "Well, Kid?"
[OOC] Ingenue: …………the temptation to launch into a spiel about how rewards cards are a trap to legally data mine based on your purchasing habits to promote downright creepy practices in the industry is halted solely because Nue is a walking data mine and its more than a little hypocritical. I so lament the missed opportunity.
Ingenue: "Not necessary. It is unlikely that we will revisit this sector after the party."
Cashier: "…eh?"
Zinda Tegram nods.
[OOC] Ingenue: This would be a good time to stop Nue from talking….
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I sort of want to see where it goes…
Cashier: "I know the party's going to be a blow-out, but I don't think it'll fix Chandley."
The cashier attempts to pat Ingenue on the head.
Cashier: "You meant 'store', right?"
Zinda Tegram: "I think she did."
Zinda Tegram takes Ingenue by the hand. "C'mon kid. We're done here for now."
Ingenue: "Incorrect. Sector. After the captain's promotion to admiral, it will be necessary to travel to the Ne… apparently we are leaving. Thank you cashier."
Zinda Tegram shoots the cashier a -LOOK-.
The cashier blinks, confused.
Cashier: "Imaginative kid?"
Zinda Tegram: "Something like that."
Zinda Tegram waves on the way out.
Outside, Zinda turns to Ingenue.
Cashier: "$Good luck, Miss Knight.$"
Zinda Tegram changes the wave into an Oldziey "I Copy" hand signal at the last moment.
Zinda Tegram: "Kid, it might be a good idea not to tell everyone we meet about what we intend to do."
[OOC] Spyboy: Good luck doesn't seem like an Oldziey slang saying.
[OOC] Spyboy: I'd expect Good Hunting.
Zinda Tegram: "At least, not if it deals with certain sensitive information."
Ingenue: "Why?"
[OOC] WC GM: It's translated.
[OOC] Abraham: More like 'Seize your Fortune'.
Zinda Tegram: "Because if information of our intentions is easily accessible, it makes it trivial for those who oppose us to prevent us from achieving them."
[OOC] Abraham: Or, of course, Carpe Jugular
Zinda Tegram: "And also, some things are…"
Zinda Tegram: "Our situations tend to be exceptional."
Ingenue: "Should this data be hidden from everyone?"
[OOC] Spyboy: Man, Zinda's about to teach Ingunue Rule #2 of the Navo Creed: If no one knows your plans, no one can plan against you.
Zinda Tegram: "Not everyone, but…try not to tell things to people for no reason."
Zinda Tegram: "Also, many people don't CARE what we intend to do, so telling them makes you seem a bit weird."
Ingenue: "Directive registered."
Zinda Tegram: "Thanks, I guess."
Ingenue: "You are welcome, Zinda."
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah. Let's head back."

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