[Voice]

[nomoresharks]

Let's see... Ah. There. That little red light must it's recording.

Greetings! As must be painfully obvious, I'm quite unused to these devices so I will skip straight to the point.

Is it common for everyone here to be wearing something different or is it some manner of uniform? Oh, and assuming the former is the case, are there any guidelines on what is and is not acceptable in this culture?

I know it must seem a strange question, but aside from the metal inhabitants, 'twas the first thing I noticed. And I'd rather avoid making any unfortunate assumptions on my very first day.

Your assistance is much appreciated.

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[stardiving]

You are free to wear whatever you please, though most would prefer you not wander about in the altogether.

[Helpful?]

[nomoresharks]

[That gets a laugh from him]

I suspected as much, but I thank you for the forewarning all the same. I shall endeavor to keep my robes about me for the foreseeable future. All the moreso with nothing else to change into.

[stardiving]

I'd recommend a coat, if nothing else. Being yet in the dead of winter as we are.

[firstbump]

The biggest rule is: wear something that covers your bum and the opposite end. But you should also probably wear more than that, especially if the weather's bad. People may argue there's more to it than that, but that's what it boils down to.

[[ He sounds friendly enough...? ]]

[nomoresharks]

A simple enough standard to hold myself to. Masks are excepted from this "more," I take it? I don't think I've seen a single one so far--not that I've been here long.

[firstbump]

Aye, no one wears masks here. Makes it look like you're keeping secrets. "Friendly faces" are called that for a reason.

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[astralera]

There is a tailor in the shopping district that keeps a catalogue of clothing options available for purchase. It would likely be a good way to gain an idea of what is most commonly worn by others. I can send the directions via this device if you like.

[nomoresharks]

[It takes Hythlodaeus a bit to reply. Unused to this device as he is, typing comes slow]

A tailor? Interesting... I don't hear about those very often. I would be more than happy for any directions you would send my way.

[astralera]

If you would prefer I could escort you there from the town square. I am overdue a visit myself, and it may be easier than fussing with the map coordinates.

[scourgingstars]

My, that is an unusual question. But no, there's no matter of uniform or any such thing; one's welcome to wear whatever they find suitable. Is that not ordinarily the case wherever you've come from?

[nomoresharks]

Not at all. There are some exceptions, of course, but where I come from we all tend to wear the same set of robes and a mask. All the better to avoid strife born of differences and keep one's focus on an individual's merits, rather than his appearance--or that is the belief, anyway.

As such, this is a rare opportunity that I intend to exploit to the fullest.

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[voidbug]

[Strangely enough, this has never come to mind before. Then again, what sort of bug really needs clothes?]

I have a cloak.

[Helping???]

[nomoresharks]

[Oh no. How sweet...]

My thanks for the offer, but I wouldn't want to put you out of it, especially so soon after my arrival.

action; Endwalker spoilers forever

[unnecessaryflourishes]

[While Emet-Selch doesn't, precisely, keep a good track of the number of souls coming in and out of the city - it's more effort than he cares to bother with, even aside from whether or not it might also be rude - some are easier to spot than others. Those of their own reality, for one, and those of the Source most of all. The aetheric density is most distinct, in a world where few people bear souls of similar weight.

This soul puts them all to shame, and without even so much as thinking about it, Emet-Selch's head snaps up, as if at a sound only he can hear. It can't possibly be... and yet there the soul is all the same. Whole, unsundered, and familiar in a way he hadn't ever expected to see again.

It's the work of but a moment to track the soul to the temple in question and then he is gone, without so much as a by-your-leave. Vanished into one of his ubiquitous portals without so much as a second thought.

He arrives in Ohma's temple only mere moments later, appearing out of a similar portal with comparatively little fanfare.]

So it is you.

[And isn't that a surprise, when he's spent nearly a year in this place and seen not even so much as suggestion that any of his people would show up. Not for more than a brief moment, anyway.]

[nomoresharks]

[Hythlodaeus turns around at the familiar voice, eyebrows raising from behind his mask as he looks Emet-Selch over]

Well, well... You certainly look different, don't you?

[He never thought he'd see the day Emet-Selch wore something other than the robes of their people, stickler for tradition and propriety that he is.]

Decided to do as the natives do, did we? Or...

[He trails off, smile faltering as he looks at Emet-Selch a little closer. No, it's not just the appearance that's different. The soul and the body don't match--not enough for one to reject the other, but enough to be blindly obvious to someone like him. And that's without getting into the soul's age.

Curiosity and worry gnaw at the back of his mind, but Hythlodaeus keeps his questions to himself for now. That line of inquiry doesn't seem like the sort of thing that should be discussed in public.]

...Well. Nevermind that. I'm more than grateful to find a familiar face.

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[carbungle]

Sounds like you've got plenty setting you straight, but yeah. If you're more used to uniforms, you'll probably feel at home here. The locals don't have as much variety in appearance- nothing against them, it's just not my aesthetic.

You can pretty much wear what you want, though.

[nomoresharks]

Speaking of the locals... Are they all metal constructs of some sort? Not that such a thing couldn't be possible, but...

I can't help but notice that many of the people brought here appear to be decidedly not. I wonder if they specifically choose for it of if theirs is simply a unique phenomenon.

[ video ]

[pinkxeno]

[ Mina is wearing an acid trip of a uniform ]

You can wear whatever you want! just be careful with the cold.

[nomoresharks]

[That is a lot of color she has on there. The familiar of someone with particularly eccentric tastes, perhaps?

Hythlodaeus fumbles with the device a moment before he finally responds, having figured out how to enable video.]

I have been thinking about making a pair of gloves... But if I may ask, are you not cold yourself?

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[shroudedsecrets]

You would find that any sense of "culture" is governed by personal preference, given the varying nature of those brought here. The tailors do take well to task, once they have input or more of a guideline to go by.

Though I would imagine one might have more pressing questions or priority than simply the matter of clothing, unless you have otherwise benefitted from other explanations.

[nomoresharks]

Oh, I assure you, I mean to make an absolute nuisance of myself by voicing any and all questions that happen to come to mind. [You can practically hear the grin.]

The clothes just happened to be one of the greater sources of culture shock at the time.

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[blue_eyed_obsession]

I'm always astounded by the sheer number of people who are technologically ignorant.

[Most likely this person was from the wrong time period to have acquired those skills but that wasn't something that could be determined by voice alone.]

Do you really need us to tell you how to dress? You sound old enough to make that decision yourself.

[nomoresharks]

[Kaiba's attitude doesn't seem to phase Hythlodaeus at all. In fact, it only fuels his amusement all the more.]

To dress myself, yes. To dress myself well is another matter. But let us set that aside for the moment.

You know how to use these devices quite well, yes? I should be glad to have the guidance of an expert on my side, should you be willing to offer it. I've naught but the clothes on my back to offer in return at the moment, but should you wish for something relatively small and--more importantly--simple, I might be able to come up with something.

[brokeforgood]

No creepy school uniforms this time, nope. Wear whatever the fuck you want.

[nomoresharks]

Er... "Creepy school uniforms?"