[Okay, there we go. He smiles easily and gestures for her to lead the way; he has no idea where to buy shoes here.]
It's becoming pretty commonplace to crash into each other in the hallways. We have enough rooms for everyone, but people can get a little volatile when too many strangers enter the mix.
[OHHHHH so 'straight' means 'not attracted to women' ok that...makes no sense but ok]
Well. I suppose there's no reason to assume anything. Though to be honest I'm still not exactly clear on the circumstances, but I can at least understand that things are complicated.
[He laughs anyway; it's quiet and brief, but no less genuine. Yeah, this was a good idea.]
Sooner or later they have to do something, don't they? I mean, it's tolerable now, but if we keep getting more and more people, it'll become too unreasonable. Overcrowding is good for drama if that's what they're after, but if they keep going at this rate, it's going to be either dangerous or more trouble than benefit.
Unless that's the goal. Make conditions steadily worse and worse until someone snaps. Danger is so exciting when you aren't the one in it, after all.
People will lose their personal space, not have any escape, tensions will run high... Someone's going to snap eventually. Maybe not violently, but there are going to be arguments. People will get nasty. In other words, there's going to be drama. Just what the Atroma want.
It's more trouble than benefit... But only we get the trouble, and they get only the benefit.
[That's... a sobering thought, and one he'd rather not consider, especially with the recent changes to his own ship. He falls silent for a long moment, his steps slowing down a little until he catches himself. He can't let himself get distracted by the negatives. That would defeat the whole purpose of coming here.]
Well- I guess we'll just have to show them that we're better than that.
Well... I mean, they were part of something very unpleasant happening, but aside from that... They were huge. With wings, you can't really sit down in any chair that has a back, or on the floor since they go down so low. They flop around awkwardly if you try to lie down, and I couldn't reach the ends when they itched.
... If I could have had them for a bit without the context, though, I probably would have. Flying made the inconvenience worth it.
[If all wings were like that, Alfheim would never have gotten as popular as it did.]
I wish I could show you the world I came from. Fairy wings only come out when you need them, and they're so light you barely feel them... they were pretty much designed to not cause problems for the user.
Huh- Oh, no. I had been turned into a harpy. The wings came from my back, but my hands got turned into... talon-things. Very sharp, very unpleasant, not very dexterous.
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