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[fieldbox="The Ourdos Group, white, dashed, 10"]The nightclub was crisp and clean, the lights sharp and brilliant, but it was still overall dark. No part of it was dingy or rundown, like on Earth. Glass made up a large part of the decor, only adding to the feeling of fanciness.
The dance floor was a mess of color and armor. Those Andera that could bear to take up the little space available in the club did- and they seemed to be enjoying themselves. Dance wasn't a popular activity in their culture, but rather it was taken along with the idea of nightclubs from humans. Andera converted the dingy establishments into places of repose and good music.
In the far corner under a brightly lit sign, "Accessories" stood an elegant male with a single eye, a cyclops much like Levy, and polished a human glass. The place where once had only been sold neon lights and glow sticks now seemed to also contain a minibar for the humans, and several bar stools. Red pointed at it, grinning. "Right on~ May, we're getting you sh*tfaced, Sejour get your recording optic ready." Sejour sighed. "I'm not recording that Red. That'd be just plain rude." The other robot laughed, "I was kidding yo." Pop giggled, and said, "Don't worry May, humans go to clubs and drink regularly, right?"[/fieldbox]
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[fieldbox="Koshi, white, dashed, 10"]Koshi left the door unlocked and went to take care of the cooking before anything else. He readjusted the electronic heater beneath the pot, and dropped in the spaghetti, watching the dry strands bend as if under a terrible pressure.
I do not love mankind, he realized mid-stir, and it scared him.
He had always wanted to see Earth, but humans scared him, even if he was one of them. Overall, Koshi's relationship with the idea of returning was a bittersweet thing- it terrified him, yet at the same time he had always wanted to see Earth. It was the inevitable calling of his ancestry a strange thing often likened to the roots that connect a tree to the ground- and he couldn't refuse to feel a kind of longing for his original home... But Ordaterre was so much safer, so much more familiar...
He traced the edge of the stove with gentle fingers, his eyes wide and unseeing as he thought. It was an unhappy fate, having been planned before his conception and even before his mother was of age, he was sure. Koshi sighed, and turned off the heat. He wasn't hungry anyway.
He went to his room, and opened his luggage to see a mountain of wrinkled, bunched-together clothing. "Damn it..." He sighed.
Suddenly, Koshi felt his phone buzz, so he reached into his back pocket and took it out.
The top of the text message said something about neurotransmitters and brain chemicals or something, and Koshi ignored that bit and scrolled down. It was Shia.
"Koshi, there's an afternoon Andera book club meeting almost next door, if you are int-" He shut his phone and threw it onto the bed behind him. Koshi didn't like reading entire Andera books. While he understood their strange script, their books were always so... dull. Human books, on the other hand, were full of epic battles, emotion... passion. Koshi like them a million times better than Andera books. The same went for movies.
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The dance floor was a mess of color and armor. Those Andera that could bear to take up the little space available in the club did- and they seemed to be enjoying themselves. Dance wasn't a popular activity in their culture, but rather it was taken along with the idea of nightclubs from humans. Andera converted the dingy establishments into places of repose and good music.
In the far corner under a brightly lit sign, "Accessories" stood an elegant male with a single eye, a cyclops much like Levy, and polished a human glass. The place where once had only been sold neon lights and glow sticks now seemed to also contain a minibar for the humans, and several bar stools. Red pointed at it, grinning. "Right on~ May, we're getting you sh*tfaced, Sejour get your recording optic ready." Sejour sighed. "I'm not recording that Red. That'd be just plain rude." The other robot laughed, "I was kidding yo." Pop giggled, and said, "Don't worry May, humans go to clubs and drink regularly, right?"[/fieldbox]
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I do not love mankind, he realized mid-stir, and it scared him.
He had always wanted to see Earth, but humans scared him, even if he was one of them. Overall, Koshi's relationship with the idea of returning was a bittersweet thing- it terrified him, yet at the same time he had always wanted to see Earth. It was the inevitable calling of his ancestry a strange thing often likened to the roots that connect a tree to the ground- and he couldn't refuse to feel a kind of longing for his original home... But Ordaterre was so much safer, so much more familiar...
He traced the edge of the stove with gentle fingers, his eyes wide and unseeing as he thought. It was an unhappy fate, having been planned before his conception and even before his mother was of age, he was sure. Koshi sighed, and turned off the heat. He wasn't hungry anyway.
He went to his room, and opened his luggage to see a mountain of wrinkled, bunched-together clothing. "Damn it..." He sighed.
Suddenly, Koshi felt his phone buzz, so he reached into his back pocket and took it out.
The top of the text message said something about neurotransmitters and brain chemicals or something, and Koshi ignored that bit and scrolled down. It was Shia.
"Koshi, there's an afternoon Andera book club meeting almost next door, if you are int-" He shut his phone and threw it onto the bed behind him. Koshi didn't like reading entire Andera books. While he understood their strange script, their books were always so... dull. Human books, on the other hand, were full of epic battles, emotion... passion. Koshi like them a million times better than Andera books. The same went for movies.
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