First transmission

[dont_touchmyshit]

A. [ Action | Outside 3476 Erwin Street ]

[Aria has not had a pleasant morning. On top of waking up to find herself in a strange place, in stranger clothes and an even stranger body beside a random human male she now also has no pants. After having a minor panic attack at how disgustingly primitive everything in the house is she's stolen her husbands pants, stolen a jacket and decided to figure out where she is and what the meaning of all of this is.]

B. [ Action| Olney's Tavern ]

[After being slightly unsettled by the ant-like conformity of Erwin Street, Aria has found the Tavern. If the shouting isn't loud enough to be heard by passers by then she certainly can be heard inside the bar giving the drone a piece of her mind about his service.]

C. [ Action| John Doe Park]

[Seeing as she has no where better to be and the biggest open space happens to be the park, hopefully she can find someone here that isn't going to berate her for wearing pants or wanting a drink.]

Comments

[technophiling]

I'm Estonia. And I've been here a little over a year, so I'm sure I can answer any questions you have.

[dont_touchmyshit]

You've been here a year? I hope I'm not here that long, I have things to do.

[She frowned, not liking this at all, but then again she did need to find some way to keep herself entertained.]

Odd name, Estonia, no last name?

[technophiling]

If it helps, Mayfield seems to do something so that no time passes in your own universe while you're here, for whatever reason.

And it's the Republic of Estonia, technically, so... no. No last name.

[dont_touchmyshit]

That is good to know, so when I leave this place I can return to crushing Cerberus and getting my station back.

[She seems a little too pleased by the sound of crushing someone.]

You're a... republic?

[technophiling]

I'm a physical representation of land, yes. A nation. [He pauses, adjusting his glasses as he looks at her.] And I'm guessing you're not from Earth.

[dont_touchmyshit]

No, I've never been to Earth and have no interest in humans, even though I seem to be stuck in the body of one.

[She'll eye him a moment and cross her arms.]

You're not human either then, rather... humanoid. I've heard of stranger things happening, oddly enough.

[technophiling]

Fair enough.

What is your original race?

[dont_touchmyshit]

Asari.

[As if that's explanation enough.]

[technophiling]

Ah...

I'm going to have to admit my ignorance here. The Earth I'm from is pre-interstellar travel. We've only made it to our moon. So I'm not familiar with the asari, although I'm sure they- you are fascinating.

[dont_touchmyshit]

You've only made it to your moon?

[Oh that'll make her snort a laugh and shake her head. Yep, today is officially strange. At the very least he isn't panicking like most humans did when they learned they weren't the only race in the galaxy.]

Alright, I'll be clear on this. We're a long lived race, the oldest most powerful and respected in the galaxy. As far as Asari go we're a mono-gendered race leaning toward a feminine appearance, some of us are more maternal than others. But, our appearance changes slightly depending on what race you are to you...I'd look like a pretty blue woman with a crest instead of hair.

[She'll smirk at that.]

[technophiling]

We suffered a rather extensive dark age because of Prus-- religion. [And believe him, he was so not okay with that don't remind him alien lady.]

Uh, but that's fascinating, really! Where is the asari homeworld? And do you have pronoun preferences I should be aware of?

[dont_touchmyshit]

Ah, your race allowed itself to destroy it's own culture over religious differences... Now it doesn't surprise me that you weren't allowed into galactic affairs as late as you were.

[She actually pities you, you poor nation.]

Thessia, Parintha system in the Athena Nebula. Most of us are spread throughout the galaxy. Interesting you'd ask that, we just use female pronouns concerning other races. For our own language it's a little different but I don't give a damn either way. She, her, you, lady, boss, whatever, it works.

[technophiling]

[Estonia nods, mentally taking notes with the intent of writing them down as soon as he's out of her company.]

How interesting. Thank you for telling me that, I really appreciate it, and I'd love to learn more about you and your people some time, although I'm sure now is not the best time for you.

[dont_touchmyshit]

Not right now, but I'm sure you can drop by my street. I'll be around, likely, not like there's too much else to do here.

[technophiling]

Oh, great! Can I get your address?

[dont_touchmyshit]

3476 Erwin road, no promises that they terrifying kid-things won't ask you to play with them.

[technophiling]

That's fine, drone children are usually pretty easy to distract. I find that giving them something simple to entertain themselves with and then locking them in a room works best.

[Not that he does this regularly with his little fake sister's drone or anything like that.]

[dont_touchmyshit]

I locked them in their room a few times, housemate doesn't seem to like that. Then again, human children are strange and... [She'll just frown.] I can't say I like them.

[technophiling]

That's not... well, they're not typical human children. Your housemate can also be distracted in similar ways, though, until you happen to acquire one that isn't a drone. Most people don't stay alone in their houses for very long.