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He hadn't read Brotherhood (yet), but the eyes and Apecian's comment about his foot were starting to make him wonder... "Uh...don't take this the wrong way, but...are you a chimera or something?"

He immediately gave himself a mental smack. Nice going, genius. Your first speed date and you've already contracted foot-in-mouth.

Steele tilted her head - and massive antlers - towards Alleb. "Which continuum are you from? 'Swordmaiden' sounds like something from one of the books Bess loved to read." Her eyes unfocused slightly. Bess... ah, it had been a while. She missed her Archivist.

(Alleb wouldn't be familiar with starship captains, huh? Ahaha. This is going to be fun.)

"A captain, you say? Impressive! I am but a swordmaiden--one of many." She tapped her right fist against her heart in a salute.

((Yeah, I can understand that. I really like the freedom of audiobooks--like, I don't have to put my book down while I wash the dishes, that kind of thing. But I get you.

Ha, that'd be great. The Realm is a really cool place.

-Alleb))

One of Steele's ears twitched. "But for the record, it's fine to want to save yourself for marriage. I didn't have the patience - or willpower, or raising, or whatever you want to blame - but I admire people who do."

She smiled and extended a hand. "Now, then. Hello, Lady Alleb; I'm Captain Chikara Steele. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

(I'm afraid that I just can't really do audiobooks; I really need the text in front of me, you know? And how do you know that this isn't the universe with Glimpses? After all, there is some scientific proof of other universes - what's to say that we aren't connected to the Realm?)

Alleb held up a finger. "But that is a fault in me, not in you. The PPC is a strange place to me, filled with many things I do not understand, but that does not give me leave to be unkind. When humans first arrive in my country, they are often frightened and suspicious of Glimpses, simply because we look strange to them." She gestured to her ghostly skin. "They soon learn, however, that we are the same within." She held a hand out towards Steele. "Please, forgive my weakness. May we begin again?"

Suddenly, her cheeks blazed a bright, tomato red. "And, um... Men. When I am married," she muttered, and was unable to look Steele in the face.

((It's certainly religious in nature. I like it for that reason; it's an interesting take, you know? Like, if I were in that universe, I'd be over here, living a normal life, but my twin would be a knight, which is such a cool idea. Ahem. I'll stop fangirling now. If you do end up getting them, though, I heartily recommend the audiobooks; they're read by the author, and he does a really good job.

No, no, you're fine; it's definitely important info, which I need to write the roleplay well. No need to apologize!

-Alleb))

"But as closely as we've been able to tell, I was bandied about through a succession of roleplays - I was meant to replace another character, actually - and I was dropped into a plothole after one of them, because the other person just stopped replying."

Lu's eyes flicked around for a second, and she found herself murmuring - almost too quiet to hear; almost, but not quite - "Not seeking isn't not finding..."

She recognized her partner's discomfort. She'd seen it on faces before; some people simply weren't comfortable with people who modded themselves extensively. Some people dealt with it politely, or not at all, like Lady Alleb. Others, she thought, remembering the officer on Tavros Station, dealt with their discomfort through racism and hate.

With a mental twinge, Steele cast her eyes down somewhat and spoke again. "I'm sorry, Lady. I'm making you awfully uncomfortable, aren't I?"

(Looks like an interesting read! I may have to pick it up at some point.

(...assuming I can deal with the religious themes.)

(Also, I am so incredibly sorry for the infodumping I am doing. Or at least feel like I'm doing. The information feels important to me, and I can't think of any better way to make it known in a roleplay sense.)

"Sounds like a nice guy," he said. "By the way, what continuum are you from?"

((Huh, thought I'd posted a response to this. Must not have clicked the button. shrugs

-Alleb))

"Floaters," he said, absently running a hand through his poof of hair. "You? And what continuum are you from?"

((-Alleb))

Alleb had no idea what to do. She wished suddenly and desperately for Bingle's company; the man was over twice her age and had a wooden nose, but he'd used the chair.

Control yourself, she thought. You are a servant of King Eliam, and this... woman obviously means you no harm. You have cowered long enough.

Taking a deep breath, she straightened her spine and raised her chin slightly. At least Steele didn't tower over her when she was sitting. "I am afraid I do not know what you mean," she clarified, in a steadier voice. "'Into'?"

((Alleb's straight; she just doesn't get modern English.

It's a pretty fun continuum! Here, I made a wiki entry for it a while back. Don't look at the actual Wikipedia article unless you want massive spoilers, though.

-Alleb))

"Your, uh, mathcin' system is a bit off, though. I got paired with a horse." He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. "I mean, she was a nice horse, but a horse." He leaned forward slightly, trying to see the Mysterious Host's face. "Are you always this hard to see?"

((Sorry I took so long to get Jesse over here!

-Alleb))

What an astute observation, she reprimanded herself. This was not the place for an impeccably-reasoned editorial on ethical obligations. She couldn't fathom what else she was supposed to say, however. All that reading of human books should have equipped her. Lu's situation was just like -- perhaps it did not make sense to descend into fandom mode, either.

"One good thing I can say for the Federation," she found herself saying, "is that they've clamped down on people who play with genetic engineering but won't shoulder the responsibility for having created a person. Your father sounds as if he had a similar mindset to one of those 20th century eugenicists." Her brain finally caught up with her mouth.

"So, you didn't grow up in your home continuum? What was that like? Did you arrive at the PPC after the backstory part of your life was finished, or. . . I don't know much about metafictional realms."

Speed-dating was quick, right? No need to bother anyone who didn't need to be bothered.

"What continuum are you from?" she asked. "How's your fandom?"

((The series is vastly more interesting than that pathetic excuse for a wiki suggests. Look upon it no more. Especially since it's full of spoilers.

Although, it's a hard series to spoil. My friend told me Kaz's entire backstory before I read it, and it scarcely made the dramatic reveal less dramatic. But that might be me. I know not everyone falls hopelessly in love with this book.

--Key))

"I'm very glad you could make it to my little soiree, Jesse," he added from the shadows, stirring his wine glass slightly. "Enjoying the evening so far?"

"As it happens, I am straight as well. I must agree with you on the sexuality point, for before, I was partnered with a robot who seemed as interested in myself as I was in him." He took a glass from the side of the table and took a drink from the it. He grimaced. "I should not have tried that," he muttered. He searched momentarily for an acceptable topic of conversation. His previous date did not seem to have gone well, so that was out. Work? As safe a starting point as any. "In which department do you work?"

((BrOTP indeed. :P - Granz, the Still Rather Amused Monarch.))

Steele moved the chair aside and folded her legs under herself. She wasn't fond of sitting like this, but trying to squeeze into a two-legger chair? She'd learned not to do that the first time she'd been a taur. That was one lesson that didn't leave a girl.

"I'm Chikara Steele. I'm sorry if I startled you, Lady; my long-standing partner is used to me by now, and the new one hasn't been around long enough to think more of it than 'non-humanoid individual'. But hey! Let's talk about you! Are you into boys or girls or both? Or neither, I guess."

(Oh, wow, I forgot that she was blue! Hmm, I'll have to find a way to change that... preferably without using one of the never-turning-off mods. As for the eyes thing, that's really interesting! I'll have Steele ask after her continuum in a few posts. I absolutely must acquaint myself with it!)

"You--you--deer--eyes--" She could only gape for a moment. Blue for King Eliam, red for Paragor, green for the undecided--but what did black mean? "Lady," she whispered, not knowing quite why she was bothering to answer the question. "I'm Lady Alleb."

((On the colors thing--in Alleb's home continuum, eyes will "glint" a certain color, depending on that person's loyalty. Alleb's eyes occasionally turn blue for a moment at particular angles.

This particular form freaks Alleb out because it's a nine foot blue deer lady with black-streaked eyes. I think I'd be freaked out too. XD

-Alleb))

The deer-person leaned towards possibly-Alleb. "Um, are you okay? Should I call for help?"

(Let's just say that Steele likes to change. It's rare for her to keep one form for too long; in fact, this is kind of an outdated description of her! Her most recent form looks a lot more doglike. Is there any particular reason that this form in particular freaks Alleb out? Because they recently released a set of shark mods... and some feral-seeming dog mods... and I've kind of been wondering how a six-legged cat would look when spliced with bee parts...)

He looked down at his card. He looked up at the Mysterious Host's mysteriously shadowed table. He looked down. He looked up. He shrugged.

He meandered over to the Host's table and sat, trying to see the man's face through the thematic gloom. It proved impossible. "Howdy," the cowboy said, tipping his hat. "The name's Jesse."

((-Alleb))

He sat up, still chuckling occasionally. He took a drink from his mug before saying, "Well, Michael, I guess the Host didn't take sexuality into account; I'm straight. I don't mind talking for a bit, though, Michael." He grinned.

((BrOTP.

-Alleb))

Her brain felt like a strand of hair that's been tossed into a fire--burning up quickly, leaving only smoke. She couldn't quite convince herself that she was seeing what she was seeing. "Uhh..."

((Good grief, I can't think of a being that would freak her out more. XD This is going to be interesting.

-Alleb))

"Dunno why the plot hole was there. One of the other agents said one of the other cowpokes mighta had a bad novel in his saddlebag." Jesse shrugged. "How'd you end up workin' here, Miss Ami?"

((-Alleb))

After much careful meandering around the edges of the room, definitely not trying to avoid attention, she found the right table. "Here we go," she murmured, "round one, first match of the night." Sitting down, C realized that the chair was softer than almost anything she'd sat on before. "Oh my gosh this is perfect." Her eyes slipped closed, just for a moment. Probably. Maybe, say, fifteen seconds. Definitely.

She bent her head forwards slightly and grinned, looking Cat dead in the eye. "I can't speak for how the majority of my continuum works - I was created via roleplay, and my only connection to any 'real' continuum is the continuum used to generate me, so that's the one I consider to be mine - but as for my own story, I was designed to look a certain way. I am a hybrid - my 'base' DNA is that of an arctic fox, layered over with succubus and gryvain modifications. I won't go into the whole story of my life, but--" Lu tapped her eyepatch with one claw. "--Father decided he didn't like me and that I deserved to be given a horrible childhood. I thought he was doing everything he could to make me miserable just because he could. He, on the other hand, thought that he was justly dealing with a 'malfunction' - or so I've been told."

Lu leaned back, accidentally popping her spine with a few sharp cracks. "Now, then... did I answer your question?"

(Lu forgot that they had only a little time to talk - otherwise, she would definitely not have spoken of her past. Feel free to deal with this however you want to; I won't be bugged by any question you have, I promise. Or any reaction, really, positive or negative. Unless you tell me my character sucks, in which case I will go cry in the corner and then desperately try to fix her.)

"I'm mixed-race -- most Vulcans are at this point, segregation based on phenotypical differences is totally illogical -- but I'm one species, of course. Some biologists are working on technology so that Humans and Vulcans can have children together, but it's new stuff. When I left canon they'd only had one success. Anyway, ancestry isn't considered important where I come from. The Federation is a utopian paradise which provides equal opportunities to all, regardless of race, gender, creed, or planet of origin." She smiled, an grotesque mimicry of hundreds of personable representatives and cheerful recruitment posters, then let her mouth fall back into a stern line. "Do you come from a society less in denial about its failures?"

((I love the original Star Trek series, but sweet Ghezen is it gross about racism.

--Key))