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[yseult]

[ For those who are familiar with the area, the video makes it obvious that Sansa is sitting on a bench in downtown Heropa, near several small clothing stores. She is wearing the dress that she arrived in, which appears more appropriate for a drafty medieval palace than the warm Florida afternoon. There is a long pause before Sansa speaks, as though she is carefully considering her words. ]

This world is... unusual. To say the least.

I don't mean to... bother anyone. But I was, ah... wondering if someone could help me find clothing here. It is very... different. I'm not entirely sure what a proper lady is expected to wear. People seem to have very different expectations, and none of it is quite what I am used to. Oh, but I'm sure this all sounds odd. Any help would be... greatly appreciated.

Comments

[yseult]

I think that only holds true for as long as you remain in the same universe.

[paintjobs]

You might think so, but trust me. Good taste is a constant, no matter where you go. It just means that sometimes fewer people have it.

[yseult]

And you are an expert on taste, I take it?

[paintjobs]

Whatever gave you that idea?

[yseult]

You speak as though you think yourself to be one.

[paintjobs]

I am one. That was what we call sarcasm.

[yseult]

I would think that someone with such expertise would be eager to show themselves on this device.

[paintjobs]

[ sort of an... unhappy pause here ]

Mm. Well. I'm not exactly at my... best, right now.

[yseult]

Ah, of course.

[ See, she does know what sarcasm is. ]

[paintjobs]

Through no fault of my own, mind you! [ HUFFS. ] They put me in the wrong body here.

[yseult]

The wrong... body?

[paintjobs]

That's what I said. I'm not supposed to be human. Frankly, it's incredibly unsettling that I am.

[yseult]

Then what are you supposed to be?

[paintjobs]

Cybertronian. [ he sounds bored, and is idly considering just making a chart to flash at people for this part. ] Inorganic life form from Cybertron, made of metal, about twenty feet tall... and so forth.

[yseult]

... Pardon me?

[paintjobs]

Which part tripped you up?

[yseult]

Are you making fun of me?

[paintjobs]

No [ not this time ], I was answering a question.