(mingle/open) happy new years!

[forethinking]

Who: Void Citizens
What: New Years Mingle!
Where: Heavenly Blanc
When: January 1st
Content Warnings: None!!

HEAVENLY BLANC

THE VOID, ON JANUARY 1ST

Ren
Food & Organization

Blue
Food & Organization

Eevee
Moral Support

Pidgeot&Arcanine
Lifting

YOSHIZAWA
Food & Organization

We hereby start the Void Calendar! All over the Void since yesterday, several handwritten notes have been taped or stapled to the Void's most populated areas in the hopes to drive the people to the popular bar/cafe. Heavenly Blanc's exterior has been protected from any upcoming storms by a large awning, and more tables and chairs have been temporarily set to settle any issues of overcrowding on the inside. Upon entering, one will be able greeted by the aroma of curry, although the spices vary from pot to pot, and coffee and alcohol will be served throughout the evening.

Within the interior of the bar, a small space has been divided and cleared out -- next to the jukebox. There, one will find a few microphones resting on their stands, waiting for whoever is brave enough to sing on them to whatever is playing in Heavenly Blanc when the storm hits. Last, but not least, a whiteboard has been visibly placed next to the entrance. It reads: "Names of the Months", and you may either write your own or add sticks to vote on your favorites.

CODING BY

Comments

[forwearemany]

"You are unfamiliar with your species?" That gets a headtilt. It's not totally unheard of, though it's definitely odd. With all the aliens in the Mass Effect universe, mixed families and people growing up on planets dominated by species not their own are common, but even then everyone is still usually well aware of their own biology. From the Geth perspective, it's even more odd, since everything was shared between them and Legion is the only unit even capable of functioning as a person when separated from others of their kind.

Unless, of course, her people keep the details of their biology secret even from their own? But that seems counterproductive: what if one is injured and needs treatment? It'd also make reproduction difficult... unless that was the point.

[indigloaming]

"I was raised by humans, an' my kind are pretty rare. I didn't meet any other Novakid 'til I was already an adult, an' by then I had more important things ta worry about."

'Species' and 'biology' are perhaps not the right terms to use here, since there's nothing biological about Novakid at all; they're basically just humanoid sacks of plasma that are somehow able to think and speak and eat... and make babies, yes.

[forwearemany]

"Acknowledged."

Again, not unheard of that she'd be raised by another species, but still highly unusual.

They don't exactly know anything about Novakid or their biology.

"You are satisfied with this situation?" They suppose that as long as her lack of knowledge isn't really bothering her there's nothing wrong with it.

[indigloaming]

"Wouldn't say I'm satisfied, more like I've made my peace with it." But happy with it? Of course not.

"Of course I wanna know more about how my body works. Not just reproductive stuff, either, things like... how do I eat an' speak an' breathe without a mouth? How do I see when I ain't got eyes?"

She shrugs. "But I don't think my kind know much more than I do on the subject, anyway." Would a regular Novakid even have the attention span for that kind of self-examination?

[forwearemany]

They listen, as outwardly calm as ever. That she is not, in fact, satisfied, is unsurprising: their question had been spurred by confusion at her seeming lack of unhappiness with her situation.

"Acknowledged. We hope you are able to find the answers to these inquiries with minimal difficulty."

It's all they can offer, as they are completely unfamiliar with her species.

[indigloaming]

"I doubt it... but it ain't been affectin' my health none. Maybe it's best not to worry about it." She shakes her head. Usually you can learn a lot by examining a species when it's dead, but even that isn't an option for Novakid, considering that they tend to explode and leave nothing but their brand behind.

"Thanks anyway, though."