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[WORLD ONE] SPEED DATING EXTRAVAGANZA

Who: Participating coven members
Where: The Palai marketplace
When: Day 49
Open/Closed: OTA

[ Any and all who are in the marketplace will find that there is suddenly a mysterious barrier around the marketplace (that may be eerily familiar to some) -- specifically one large portion of the marketplace with a large number of tables and chairs, perhaps purposefully set out for nefarious reasons.

A few Palai are ushering coven members to chairs, and everything seems about normal. As normal as the Palai can be when they're putting on a show anyway. It's not until a sizable portion of the coven members are seated (and also supplied with breadsticks and small shrimp), that things get a bit more bizarre.

Thanks to the power of the Eltos, a small band of energy keeps coven members stuck to the chair (magic can interfere, of course), but that's not the end of it. On each table, next to those delicious smelling breadsticks and shrimp, is a bowl of scraps of papers. Every five minutes, a strip of paper will pop out from the bowl.

If you ask the Palai, they'll be inclined to explain speed dating to you. Asking questions, getting to know a person, then being shimmied off to the next potential mate -- this is made possible by Elto magic yet again, through flying chairs that transport their holder to a new table at standard intervals.

The Palai are extremely invested in this exercise? Will you let them down? ]

[ OOC: In the spirit of speed dating, each character will have a top level. All who want to respond to this top level can with questions from this post, but the threads have to end at 10 comments from each character. After this last tag, the characters can be assumed to have been whisked to a different potential match. You're free to have characters make up their own questions, interact with Palai serving food, etc. ]

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[Jotaro Does Not Want To Be Here, but a whole pack of Palai--he saw like five, there could've been more--ganged up on him and wrestled him into a chair. A chair that's probably magically reinforced, given his failure to break it thus far, so now he's just sitting here with his arms crossed and his hat pulled down over his face, absolutely not sulking.]

Whatever, let's get this over with.

[All this flying chair, team-building business (because that's what this is, right?) is all well and good, but 9S has a very important question to ask this man. Don't mind this kid wearing what looks like a blindfold over his eyes leaning forward curiously. For all his short stature, it doesn't bridge the space between them at all]

Where does your hat end and your hair begin, Sir?

[Look curiosity killed the cat but that never stopped 9S. Ever]

[...Forgiveness is granted purely for the "sir". Good manners are kind of pushed to the bottom of Jotaro's skillset these days, but he can still appreciate them in others as long as they're not a blatant front for bullshit.

He's not taking his hat off, though, just turning his head so the side is clearly visible.]

The bottom is mostly still intact, it just doesn't look like it.

[It's probably still hard to tell, honestly, but dude's wearing a blindfold so he kinda figures it doesn't matter.]

[9S peers as best he can from where he is, and his goggles grant him better visual acuity than he already possesses. Still, after humming thoughtfully, he sits back in his chair, feeling no less illuminated on the subject]

It's almost like it blends into your hair. [You win this round, hat...] Do humans typically wear garments like that one?

[Although it's the first that he's seen of it, that isn't saying very much when he'd only seen his first living human weeks ago]

Not really, I just thought it looked cool. [So cool he's gonna keep doing it for the rest of his life. Fashion!]

Are you not human, or do you just not hang around us all that much?

[Because he looks human? But the blindfold apparently not interfering with his vision is kinda weird, and it's not like this would be the first person he's met who only looks human.]

Oh, of course I'm not.

[Perhaps it's simply a strange way of paying him a compliment, asking whether he is one. 9S supposes that means he's quite well-crafted after all. But then, he was created by mankind, could there be much doubt a bout their handiwork?]

I'm an android, just like 2B. Well, not exactly like 2B, we're different unit types and models, but we're both YoRHa.

[Did anyone imagine androids were such talkers?]

How am I supposed to tell the difference? Androids are just science fiction where I'm from.

[That's not even getting into everything after "android" making zero sense to him. Jotaro needs to socialize more, maybe! He does at least appear sincere about his question.]

[That's...a good question, 9S supposes. As such he looks down at himself, trying to think of a tell-tale difference that doesn't necessitate the removal of clothing. Because YoRHa units most certainly lack certain part that have no functional utility for them]

I guess I just always assumed humans would know the difference right away.

[Because androids are their creations, and therefore surely not comparable to them. They were made in the image of mankind, but...

When he looks up, he levels a gloved hand by his face and taps his goggles]

But so far as I know, it's just me and 2B here, and YoRHa like us dress this way.

[Androids have a dress code, huh? Jotaro can already see a problem with that logic. And it... bugs him? A little?]

You guys dress that way because you have to, or for personal preference? Because it sounds like it would be pretty easy for someone in your world to dress up as a yore-uh [he's trying okay] and frame you for something.

The uniform's standard among us, but...our specifications are pretty different from other units. It'd be pretty easy to prove someone wasn't YoRHa, even if they tried to dress the same way.

[And 9S doubts that it's something that other androids would do, considering what YoRHa are by comparison, and what they represent]

For one thing, our black boxes differ.

[..."Black boxes". Talking to machine people is weird, but Jotaro's learning so he doesn't mind.]

What, like in airplanes?

[9S settles his hand over his chest]

In my case, my power source. A black box signal is proof I'm alive.

[Jotaro's eyes follow 9S's hand, but there's not much to see considering the whole clothes thing.]

So if your black box was put in a different body, would that be you in a different body or a new android altogether?

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[Oh thank God. Jotaro's at least on the same wavelength on Waver, so the minute they're forced together, Waver's immediately at ease. And he's got trousers on!]

How'd they even get you into this?

[How many Palai does it take to wrestle a man who's mostly muscle into a chair?!]

Lies, magic, and superior numbers.

[It was terrible, he still hasn't been able to pull away enough to straighten his jacket. At least his legs are covered; speed dating is not an activity best pursued half-dressed.]

What about you? Did they have a good story or just stick you in the chair?

How...how many in superior numbers. You're not small.

[Or perhaps it is best done half dressed.]

I was walking in the general direction and got whisked into the whole thing.

[Jotaro's Informed Hotness is already too powerful. He doesn't need to double down by showing skin!]

At least five. I was worried they were going to hurt themselves at first, but I should've worried about myself more.

[A slip of paper flies up into the air, but Jotaro refuses to acknowledge it. This is Tiny Bro hangout time, no matter what the Palai intended.]

Tell me more about that mage stuff. What do you guys do if wandering around looking mystical is off the table?

[He doesn't need to. But it can sure still happen.]

Jeez. I'm kind of surprised. Big guy like you in your twenties and it was only five?

[Waver isn't sure what the paper says. He's happier in ignorance, actually.]

Sit in London and be jerks to each other.

[Someday it might even happen again.]

One, I'm seventeen, and two, they jumped me. Sounds about right for London, though.

[Does he really look that old? Pretty much everyone Jotaro ran into the last couple of months before Qri grabbed him either knew him already, recognized he was walking around in a modified school uniform, or didn't talk to him long enough for it to come up, so it's a weird idea and he doesn't know what to do except correct it.]

[HOLD. EVERYTHING.]

You're SEVENTEEN?! How!? I'm nineteen and I could fit two of myself side by side to make up like, the width of one of your arms!

[For a mage, Waver sure has a low tolerance for the bizarre...]

It runs in the family. My grandpa's just as big as I am, and his grandpa was as big as him.

[He's just gonna sigh and eat some shrimp, tyvm. And also not mention the guy here he's distantly related to who seems to have been skipped by the beef gene.]

[Waver is 90% reactions in most circumstances. He just sighs, wondering how it is people can get that big, but he can remain a tiny bean pole.]

Jeez. That's...impressive genetics, I guess.

Joestar blood doesn't fuck around.

[Except when it does. Anyway! Jotaro's moved on to eating some sandwich-looking thing he kind of liberated from a passing refreshment tray via Star Platinum's arm emerging from his shoulder. Big boys need their nutrition.]

Back to London. [Good job changing the subject, dude, not avoiding things at all.] Why there and not anywhere else in the world? British Empire steal everyone else's magic and it got stuck there?

Nah, there are other places with other organizations. They don't like the Mages Association and vice versa and America's just...[Waver gestures openly.] America.

[It was a shame Nike had missed the entire show of Jotaro versus the Palai extravaganza; after all, who wouldn't pay to see it? But, even so, she won't ask or do much upon her arrival to the table through the magic of floating chairs. Until his voice catches her attention, that is. She still felt the sting of betrayal in her heart.]

Why should we? It'll only be a waste of time to....

[It was clear in her tone that she was scorned at the Palai, not him.]

And besides, I'm surprise you're even willing to. Don't you have any fighting spirit left in you?

[Where was his screaming purple genie to save them?]

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