The world is about to get a little more pink | New arrival at the Plaza!

[dyaetus]

Heart thumping, mind swirling. Is this really happening? As a little girl, Tae had only dreamed of being able to service for her country, being able to help hold the balance between the different colourants. Alongside other Dyaes, she felt like she was the queen of the world, almost. Now that it's actually happening, she can't fathom the thing she will be able see, do, or think. 

But does that actually matter now? Her heart is set, and there's nothing that will come between her and her ascension to dyaedom. Tossing her worries aside, she exits her house, preparing to face the world as the next Magenta Aenk Dyae. She's sure that the other Dyaes are waiting for her arrival, and she would be soon standing alongside the Cyan, Yellow, and Key Aenk Dyaes. 

The path to her fraction is like a maze--her role as the new Dyae is to find it on her own. 'Follow the path', she'd hear from the elders. Her memory doesn't lead her to the main building, and it leaves her thinking whether she had taken a wrong turn somewhere. What stands in front her isn't the main building, but a busy plaza. The way back seems to have vanished completely, and the queasy feeling in her stomach doesn't settle her nerves.

"I was so sure I had taken the right turn that time..." Disappointment settles, and it leaves her feeling even more nervous than before she left the house. What's a girl got to do in a situation like this? Tae looks to her left right, taking in all the information she can manage, and quickly tries to find a way to retrace her steps. She can't. 

"I should have drawn a map--why didn't I draw a map? What am I going to do now?" 

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[dyaetus]

Tae shook her head, trying to do her best to get used to the world around her. Her eyes lit up, cheeks tinted a little pink (if she could be any more pink) and laughed sheepishly. "I'm sorry I freaked out, I've never seen anyone like you in my world," she starts, and realizing that it can be taken wrongly, she adds further, "N-not that it's a bad thing!!"

She sighs, and upon hearing his response, her heart sinks. "That sounds like something I wouldn't be able to comprehend..." she tries her best to warp herself around the idea of different dimension. It's hard a hard concept to wrap herself around, and it's kind of something that she can definitely get some more information about. "That's okay...I'm pretty sure I'll get it sooner or later...I'm still kind of in shock, I suppose."

But wait, that's not the most important thing--he hadn't heard of fractions? Eh?

"Wait, you've never heard of fractions? Eh? "Are you not familiar with colours? In my world, there are two major fractions, one is the Print Fraction, and one is Digital Fraction..." she pauses a bit, trying to think of the best way to describe fractions to the best of her ability. "Um, you're not born with a colour, are you? Everyone has a colour and whatever colour they're born with defines the fraction they belong in."

[synthdetective]

"Never saw anyone like you before either, and that becomes a bit of a thing to get used to in a place like this." Nick stands there, and he tries to explain in the friendliest manner he can. Turning his neck around, Nick takes in the plaza and the people that have been strolling around. And this is the one place he doesn't seem to stand out in, as there are other mechanical beings that call this place home.

His neck turns back and he looks back to her with the same plastic smile. "Or maybe a magic portal to a magical world might be more up your alley, kiddo. Now why don't we find you a seat, and maybe a glass of water."

And nope, Nick never heard of that kind of fraction before. "Course I know colors." Digital colors alas never amounted to much back home. "Well, I suppose, I'd belong to a Print Fraction. And I was made, not born, though I guess." He holds his hand up and he waggles his metal skeleton fingers. "Though of course seeing in color, I would be colors or a variety of them."

[dyaetus]

She smiles, although inwardly berating herself on the speech manner earlier. She doesn't deny the fact that she can run her mouth a tiny bit, but seeing that it hasn't done any massive damage, she's pretty sure she's ok. He's being friendly, and that's a hint that she's okay, and definitely haven't hit any hard strings with anyone. She relaxes, and puts a bigger smile on her face. The way that he speaks, though, seems to her like new blood is rather common, if it becomes a thing to get used to. "I guess it's common to see new faces here then, huh?"

She giggles at the thought of a magic portal. Of course, it seems a little out of the ordinary, and even with her world, it's not usually common to come by a portal of all things, but she's heard things. "Hey, that sounds like fun!" She might as well try, right? Anything is helpful, now. Plus, it's not a crime to have a bit fun now, is it? "How do I find myself a seat?" Does one usually say stuff like this? Maybe it's also common to find chairs just randomly?

Or perhaps a metaphor?

But that's not what catches her attention, but the things he says afterwards--"you know colours?" She's pretty shocked, a person who knows colours, but not fractions. She's never heard of such a thing, but perhaps it's one of those people who don't have fractions. Or is that not a thing--she knows far too little about her own world, and it's a little strange, the more she talks to this person, the more she feels like something is amiss in her own world. Has the creators really held back in giving the knowledge to the people? She's not sure, but she's certain that things like this doesn't come around very often--she'll have to take it as it comes.

"You were made? How does that work?" She pauses--did she overstep her boundaries? "I mean, I'm not sure how...that works..."

[synthdetective]

Nick never really asked how seats appeared at random; he figures it was someone who went multiversal dumpster diving and brought seats each time a new comer arrived in the Nexus. "Magic?" It sounds like a good way to explain things that can't be explained, at least it seems to work that way when trying figure out an explanation for how things work in the Nexus.

And then finally it hits Nick, and he ahs. "It is a bit of a figure of speech. But there are plenty of chairs and couches to sit on. As for your answer about colors. Yeah, I know colors."

He holds his hand up. "Red, blue, purple, green, yellow..." He lowers each finger as he spouts off a color. "But nope, we don't have anything digital back where I come from."