#applesmiled

   It’s not the first time Athena has seen her in a dress, but this is the first she’s seeing of this particular one; gold with rosy accents on the skirt and just as gorgeous as the wearer herself. If Spirale was a monarchy, she’s certain Flora would have plenty of claim to the throne.

   ( Not that Athena is big on kingdoms. They look good in a fantasy or one of those sparkly Sidney movies, but as for real life... )

   “And as an evil stealing witch, it’s my duty to seize you all to myself!” To demonstrate, she strides forward, and... lifts her up, supporting her gently in both arms. What a sight. She beams. “Caught you~!”

Whenever Emmy was at a new, mysterious location like this, she found it was usually wise to make sure to stop at the library before doing much else- Whatever history this place had, or any other useful information... Would surely be found in the library. 

However, there are many books, and she has no way of knowing which are going to be useful. So, rather than grabbing a more appropriate one or two books, Emmy instead grabs up as many as she can carry in a big pile of them. There’s just so much to read, and so little time! That’s why she needs to grab up as much as possible in one go.

...Or at least, that’s what she’d been telling herself. That is, until her pile of books starts swaying. She tries to steady herself, to get the books to settle, but it’s all for naught when the books come crashing down... Right in front of some hapless girl, at that. 

...Oops. 

I’VE HAD PEOPLE MAKE ME MOVE ON FROM INSTANCES LIKE THIS TOO QUICKLY FOR MY OWN WELLBEING, AND YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BE ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE. YOU ARE NOT GOING TO TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CAN’T DO.

I’M NOT GOING TO BE A LITTLE PUPPET THAT PEOPLE THINK THEY CAN TAKE ADVANTAGE OF, THAT THEY CAN DRAG AROUND, OR THAT THEY EXPECT TO JUST STAND AROUND AND THINK IT’S OKAY.

Rung’s getting a little more used to unsolicited inquiries about his frame and to being called a “robot” or “automaton” every other day. The comments and questions no longer set him on edge, but they do seem to speak to a general interest in mechanical life among the organics here in the city. ...and to a general lack of understanding.

This isn’t a class, exactly, despite Rung having gotten permission to host it on the University’s campus. It’s more of a casual Q & A, a way for Rung to help inform those interested in Cybertronian biology and culture and encourage them to share aspects of their own life with him.

Things have been going well so far at his little information table. It’s nice to teach others and to learn from them in turn, and the whole set-up does wonders for making the questions directed at him feel less like an interrogation and more like well-meaning curiosity. Rung’s actually beginning to enjoy himself.

“Good afternoon!” He says cheerily to his latest visitor. ...or visitors, rather-- it takes him another moment to notice the mechanical, and he waves to them both in turn.

“My name is Rung, and I’m here for a sort of-- cultural exchange? I’m trying to learn about the range of species represented among the city’s residents and answer any questions that I can about my own kind.” There’s little reason for the introduction; the purpose of his table is clearly stated in the promotional materials he’s put up around it. Still, it’s always possible that these two have simply wandered up and could use an explanation.

And it always pays to be polite.

He’s determined to not even look up until the end of his shift, after which he will exit the building as quickly as possible while looking at the ground, but a small cough catches his attention. He looks up to see a girl standing next to his desk with a look of...concern? Date feels vaguely like he’s seen her around the office before...

It takes a moment longer for him to connect the dots, mostly because he’s never really spoken to her before.

“Ah, you’re...Alfendi’s sister, right?”

He’d seen them talk pretty often, and she had dropped by the office quite a few times. Still, he wonders if maybe she’s looking for her brother...

“Um...If you were looking for Fendi, I think...”

Date leans back in his chair to look over at Fendi’s desk, but he wasn’t there. Hm. Where was the last place Date had seen him?

“He might be in the break room, actually. You might want to check there.”

Come to think of it; the goose has gotten a fabulous bow on its arrival; even if that doesn't fix the fact that it still has no residence. The only issue is that it cannot take the bow on by their own, now just holding it in its beak. Oh wait— This particular stranger got a similar red bow tying her hair! Surely this bowfessional could help the goose.

With that said, it placed the bow right before the strangers' feet. Hopefully, they'll understand.