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New Species Event - Mass Interaction Log

Who: Anyone!
What: All in here
When: Today, Tomorrow, Until April 2nd
Where: Anywhere in Luceti!
Summary: People in Luceti wake up as something they weren't before. An elf, a gremlin, a vulcan, or perhaps a mermaid? Try living in someone else's shoes... if they can even wear those.
Rating: Not recommended for those with weak constitutions, raging hormones, shipping goggles, or people just too cool and attractive for this kind of thing.

No need for LJ Cut! Mass action style stuff all around town. You can use this if you don't want to make a post. Or you can make a post anyway. Have at!

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[Oh, sweetie. Psychology didn't exist in his time. He doesn't know what OCD is.]

I think I'm supposed to find a single house or family to clean for and it'll be better. I've a friend in mind, actually, if she wouldn't mind a tiny brown man scurrying about and stealing her cream.

That would certainly be much more... manageable than attempting to clean the entire village would be.

Having some relatively fastidious friends for this experiment may be a very good thing, in your case. And I am certain that your friend would be most enthusiastic to help you at this point. After all, that is what friends generally do.

Well. I'd rather she not know it's me. Wouldn't want this to get round. I'd never live it down.

It's hardly your fault that the Malnosso decided you would make an interesting experimental subject. I would assume most rational people would be understanding in light of that.

After all, it's not as if I asked to be the same species as my partner. [And there goes Robert dropping the bomb - though Archie may not recognize the terminology.]

[He clearly doesn't.] Whether or not it's my fault would hardly make a difference. Ration has little to do with the way anyone sees anything.

[The brutal reality learned from having a seizure disorder in 1802.]

... [Archie, you just made Robert very, very sad. He can't even picture a world without rationality.]

Rationality should have everything to do with how people see anything.

That's certainly true in my world, at least. [Robert shakes his head a little.] How else could anything be accurately judged, if not by rational, objective, scientific thought?

By rational, objective, scientific thought, you're excluding matters of the heart. Some things can't be judged that way--you have to do what's right.

Ethics and humanistic codes tended to fill that particular niche on Terra. [To Robert, everything can be made rational, and that includes emotions.

... That doesn't help him understand them any.]

Besides, I have never been particularly skillful with emotions.

Well. Neither have I, though I suppose you mean it in a different way.

[Spock, meet McCoy. Archie is the emotional sort.]

How old are you, anyway?

Twenty-four. I was born on November 24, 2208 A.D., Standard Terran Years. ... Close enough to your own planet's years, I would suspect, if your planet is a Terran multiversion. Generally, I've found that if its name is "Earth", it tends to be.

[He pauses a moment.]

Why do you ask?

I was curious. [He hadn't asked for a birthdate, but still. He's surprised the man is as old as twenty-four, since he acts so much younger. Then again, Archie joined the navy at eleven, so...yeah.] You come from around Dr. McCoy's time, then?

[Funny, a lot of people think Robert acts older than he is. Especially with his extremely professional, formal demeanour.] What about yourself, if you do not mind the inquiry?

[Oh, a name he doesn't recognize.]

... Doctor McCoy? I'm afraid that I have not spoken to zir before. [A genderless pronoun. That might get a weird reaction.]

[It's the emotional innocence. In that way, he's very much like Archie's best friend. Professionalism was expected even of young boys in the navy. Archie's twenty-five, though, and still hasn't quite gotten the professionalism down.]

Eighteen hundred and two. And he's not "sir," he's a doctor from...well, somewhere around then, I believe.

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Eighteen hundred and two...? That's... [Ancient. Over four hundred years in the past.] ... Four hundred and thirty years.

[That... explains the rest of the reaction, honestly.]

... Well. That would explain why you do not recognize genderless pronouns. Which is what "zir" was referring to.

Begpardon, but...why would one need one of those?

[Genderless? Who would want to be that?]

[How to explain this to a person who probably has never even heard of a gender/sex division...]

Well, in my time it has been realized that gender and sex - as in, the organs, hormones, chromosomes and the like one's body has - are not the same thing. Often related, but not the same. The difference means that gender cannot be assumed by looking at a person, and so a genderless pronoun not only accounts for all people before one knows the proper identity to refer to them as, but also accounts for those whose identities do not fall in any other established category.

... This must be very strange for you to hear. Mr. Chopin, whose time is similar to yours, was also quite confused by this concept. [Robert looks thoughtful a moment.] And I am not transgendered myself, so there is only so much I can elaborate on the topic...

[... Yep.

Definitely strange to hear.]

... Your reaction reminds me of my own reaction when I first saw magic being cast. [Though Robert was more vocal than that.]

At any rate... for someone who would never have been introduced to concepts like that, I could... understand the confusion. I suppose. ... But it is jarring to think that there are not people who do not immediately know these things... [Very jarring.] Not that you can help it if your educational system is not robust enough, of course.

[Archie has the feeling that Robert wouldn't last two days in the navy's "educational system." In the meantime, he just gives the man a glare.]

[He'd be entirely correct on that point. A person who has never even concieved of war - whose world is nearly free of physical violence (though not war; those are fought in other ways) - who is completely physically untrained in almost ever manner possible... Yes. In the Navy's "educational system", Robert would cease to be. Either ceasing to be himself, or ceasing to be altogether; either alternative would lead to much the same result.

The glare, though... Robert doesn't quite get that.]

... Did I... say something wrong, perhaps? [Emotional failure, from four hundred-plus years in the future... yeah, this conversation is inevitably going to be awkward. At least Robert looks apologetic.]

[A sigh.] Can you name every line on a seventy-four gun ship?

No, I can't. [Robert blinks, mildly. This is awkward. He hates when he doesn't know something.]

... I'm afraid I don't even know what a gun ship is. ... Though clearly it's some sort of... weaponry. [And his beak wrinkles slightly with disgust. Ugh, another war-based world. Not like he should be surprised, if it's that far in the past.]

[He's not even talking about war. Though in his defense, France declared it.] With a slate, a compass, and a chart, could you plot a course from Ushant to Kingston without sight of land?

Not likely, unless I knew where Ushant and Kingston were and could derive data from either the undersea terrain or the oceanic currents with a planetary satellite. In all honesty I would likely just use a global positioning system, or barring that, transport tubes.

[Robert pauses a moment. Is... Is there some kind of point to this other than to make him feel mildly uncomfortable and wanting to research just what these things are?]

Then you haven't any right to criticize my education. It works very well for me.

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derp, sorry, broke that small tag back there

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