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[noratorious]

[Aloy really doesn't know what to make of all this still. Other then she's pretty much still stuck in the no what is this this is bad let me out phase. Though she's at least able to tuck that down and grit her teeth and get to work, like she's always done. Hey some things never change.

But that means she needs people to give her work. And they're not running up to her as usual. So she decides to use this... network to do a little digging. So here's a young woman with braids in her red hair and distinctly unusual, almost tribal, clothing.]

So. They told me in order to get back home, home to where I was kind of in the middle of something I might add, I have to do community service. [She frowns at the phrase. It just seems wrong even though she has made a name for herself back home basically doing just that.] So, does anyone have something for me to do? A Grazer heart or two to retrieve? Fight off a pack of Stalkers to get back your missing cargo? Clear out a Glinthawk nest that's been attacking your settlement? [She pauses and then pinches her nose in frustration as the realization hits her.]

Aaaand, no one is going to know what those things are. Right.

So, uh, I guess if you need... someone to collect things for you? Or find a missing person. Or find out why everyone in this area was violently murdered and you ask me, a stranger, to figure it out? Or maybe just help someone cross the road. I've... got a range since somehow this ended up being something I do. Help strangers with their problems.

[She shrugs a little and falls quiet for a second. There's more to say, she has so many questions and concerns and just suspicions about all of this. So she decides just to ask it.] So if we're really all from different worlds ...Does everyone come from a place like this? Tall buildings? Technology everywhere? It's like the world of the Old Ones back home.

Comments

[noratorious]

I guess the technicality counts for something.

[She gives a shrug and something that's almost like a grin.]

Technology where I come from is forbidden. Well, the Nora forbid it. But even for everyone else, it's just a relic of the Old Ones. Nothing left but a bunch of face-ripping machines.

[morganknight]

That... is a fairly weird thing to be all that's left. Even as it kind of hints at why tech is forbidden in the first place. [If everything he knew of machinery was face-ripping he probably wouldn't hurry to mess with it too...]

But you're giving me the impression that you're a little more open-minded. [Because she isn't adamantly refusing to touch the phone, for one.]

[noratorious]

I mean I think the Old Ones made them anyway. They've always been here from the stories I was told as a kid.

[She shrugs.]

Well, being an outcast does tend to make you a little more open-minded to things that are different.

[morganknight]

Okay, so we can safely skip the 'it's just tools, good or evil is what you do with it' lesson then. [Outcast, hmm? So a tribal society that had taboos serious enough to get ostracized... Interesting. Also explains the clothing a little bit.] Though if you're used technology coming in death machine form the whole 'tool' thing might be important to emphasize.

[noratorious]

Yep. That lesson is pretty much the story of my life.

[S H R U G.]

Buuuut, technology also helps me kill said death machines. So I think you can see where I'm going with this.

[morganknight]

You don't rip them apart with your bare hands? There goes that delightful imaginary scene.

[As much as he's teasing, that is pretty damn fun to imagine.]

But it's a great place to start when you're adjusting to technology. "What it does" goes a lot smoother when you think of it in terms of a specific tool. Like the phone is a communication tool. The monorail is a transportation tool.