[OPEN] RV Park Party

[eirs]

WHO: Any and all OUTSIDER personnel that wants in and their respective campervan companions. Or maybe you wandered out away from your group and found this commune.
WHAT: The gang parking together at night to swap information about the things they've found in their investigations, night watches around a fire, ghost stories......? General tomfoolery in the desert where there's no one else for miles. Cooking their hunts in successes and mishaps?
WHERE: The Mojave Desert
WHEN: Mid to Late May
WARNINGS: Will be updated or tagged in the thread as needed!

Comments

[penaltypoints]

[ He can imagine that the switch from man to machine is particularly odd and unsettling to witness, even if Marcille has experienced it at least once before. It's different, certainly, from the robots that exist in this world.

And yet, though the tension in Marcille's posture is discernible, she chose to make the request to see this form of his herself, and she looks him over, taking in the entire sight. He waits to let her do so, and he answers, the quality of his voice slightly altered then, much like she would have heard while Netzach's cloaking device was deactivated as well. ]

I'll reactivate the cloaking shortly.

[ And with that, Yesod's avatar conceals his metal frame once more. He remains the same person. ]

[picky]

[ she hears it—the tinny, mechanical undertone in his voice, but also the timbre of it that's unmistakably his. she absently touches her fingers over her mouth before the cloaking switches again, and suddenly he looks as she remembers him. ]

You and Netzach really do look different from each other.

[ she hesitates before offering her hand. ]

So if I try touching your hand, will I feel metal? Or are you corporeal too while you have this turned on?

[penaltypoints]

Our other colleagues also had unique designs.

[ Aspects of which resembled features that the humans they once were possessed, he supposes, such as the color of their hair or an accessory like Malkuth's red headband.

At Marcille's question, following a brief pause, Yesod extends his hand in kind, palm open and upturned. Like this, it's an ordinary human hand in appearance — and its skin looks unmarred, despite the visions and the memories that he recalls. ]

I believe that the technology utilized allows us to appear physically human even to the touch.

[ But he isn't sure whether that goes as far as the illusion of warmth or a pulse and the like, as long as anyone interacting with them perceives these things as present. ]

[picky]

[ she carefully presses her fingertips on his hand before placing hers on it fully. ]

Oh... Yeah, it's like any other hand. How does it feel?

[penaltypoints]

[ Staying still, Yesod watches Marcille's fingers as they near his palm and connect with its surface before her hand comes to rest on his. All of this must be strange, after seeing the truth behind the cloaking, hearing robots speak without a mouth. Without their avatars, their arms end in three-fingered grippers.

Yet Marcille has only expressed understandable curiosity. ]

...My sensors interpret the contact as changes in pressure and temperature.

[ It's something muted compared to human senses, he thinks. He splays his fingers a little, able to move all of them as though this is his body nonetheless. ]

That confirms what others feel, then.