#treasureheist

Everything here is very unsettlingly strange. To be fair--it’s been a very long time since you were last on a planet, particularly a planet populated by humans, particularly a planet where you can’t just do whatever you like through reckless manipulation of the sword-logic. It’s been a very long time since you were anywhere but a Hive dreadnought at the head of your fleet, actually. So this is all very new for you.

For example: when you enter a room, the lights do not turn on on their own, scared into luminosity by the immensity of your presence. You have yet to find the light switch. The doorways are too small. You got stuck in one earlier. The chairs are also too small. You’re perched on the edge of this rickety wooden thing with your knees up by your chin and you feel like if you breathe too deeply it’ll fall to pieces under you.

Measuring cups of every imaginable size. Shove, and the cabinet drawer stops itself partway to close with the softest click. It’s rather interesting. Yasa opens a second cabinet to test if that one’s drawer is the same.

Ladles, spatulas, whatever those utensils meant for scooping noodles are called. Shove. Soft close. Interesting.

The kitchen is remarkably well-stocked, as least with all the dishware and utensils one could possibly need. He has to admit, it took him a bit of exploring to realize this space even was a kitchen, his only visible clue being the pots and pans hung from ceiling racks, same as any other— but the stove is far more advanced than anything he had ever seen. And the icebox is massive. Both were of sleek, smooth metal, as were the myriad of other… appliances, whose exact applications Yasa could not determine with a cursory glance.

And he is nothing if not an explorer, so the next logical step for him would be to take a closer look.

He had just crouched down and opened the dishwasher— not that he knew that is what it is called; he sees a deep container with metal racks and some sort of spinning fan, and of course that does nothing to tell him what the purpose of this device is for— when he hears the faint woosh of air displaced by a well-set door opening. The sudden awareness that he is no longer alone causes him to flinch, his head hitting the top of the as-of-yet unknown appliance. He ducks back out to acknowledge the newcomer, too aware of the embarrassment that must be plastered on his face.

A young-looking human with inkwash hair that falls over his eyes in curls messy enough to rival Yasa’s own. He regards the sharp academy suit (and how old are humans when they attend school? Their teens? He knows it’s somewhere in the early double digits…) before he stands, fingers locked on the appliance door as if holding a shield. There is not much else to say other than,

Good afternoon, Akira!

Lack of height accommodation for Xivu Arath was a brief oversight by the Aldebaran Ark administration. We do apologize.

The problem has been logged and the ceiling height and furniture size adjustments should be in place by tomorrow morning.

Thank you, Kurusu!

Thank you for your request, Akira!

You have been promoted to RANK 2.

Based on your stated preference, you are awarded:

1 Transportation Voucher

1 Standard Toolkit

1 Home Item (Common) Voucher

You may redeem your rewards at the Commerce Protocol.