Backdated to Oct 5, 2021
The redhead in her not-Metallia shirt, ripped jeans, heavy boots, and leather jacket, didn't realized the look came with certain cultural meaning to some humans. She just thought it looked neat when she selected it for her glamour. That her more neutral, stoic expression, also could come across as a constant glare was... also unaware to her.
As she moved among one of the various hustling, bustling streets of Destiny City, she did not divert her course as she walked to move around people. Unless they showed signs of being distracted--one person leaning over to check the contents of their bag--or due the space in some fashion--a person in a chair that had wheels on it, she assumed for assistance in mobility. Otherwise, Daesva just walked.
And she noticed other people seemed at times quick to get out of her way. Other times, she found they were rather rude and just slammed against her shoulder. She merely kept moving, even as at one point a man was shouting what her ComTech noted was crude, inappropriate language.
But... how did that connect to being referred to as a female canine, or a part of a human anatomy used in reproduction? The relation to feces she could understand as an insult, but the rest of it just sounded so... unrelated.
She was very, very confused.
Part of her research she'd been undergoing lately was about how humans procure food and other resources, especially in a tightly compacted city like this. She did not see any farms or access to fishing, orchards, or anything else that she'd read about as typical means of harvesting food for humans.
But one thing she did find frequent mention of, was people often went to a convenient store to procure pre-packaged food. Huh.
So, having checked some maps of the city online, and looking into how easy she could access one, she walked into the city, and down the various streets, past the various crowds of people and their strange use of languages, to a simple little storefront with the words Bob's Convenience mounted above the open doorway.
Once inside, her brow furrowed, perplexed by the wide variety of brightly colored plastic packaging. "Hello," the person behind the counter called, watching her with a faint smile.
She nodded her head back to them in greeting, "Good afternoon," offering the time-correct salutations before beginning to scan the various contents of aisles and side displays. More people came in, and Daesva paid them no mind as she began to discreetly scan labels with her ComTech watch, reading its screen for translations to help her decide what was food, what was cleaning products, and what were... random tidbits she had no use for.
By the time she left the store, she had a few Monster cans, a couple small bags of Utz Party Mix, a very large bottle of water, and multiple bags of brightly colored candy that ranged between sweet and sour. All were tucked into her black bag, with the water bottle in hand as she exited the place. It was highly convenient, she realized, a faint smile in place.
She'd gotten out of the doorway, and a little down the sidewalk, when she registered more yelling and swearing. Along with someone shouting, "Police! Police!"
It took for the clerk of the store to nearly tackle her, sending her down to her knees on the rough sidewalk, debris cutting into her exposed knees, for her to realize she was the subject of all the cursing and shouting.
"Thief! You god damn thief! Give me that s**t back--"
Her nose wrinkled, and she quickly swung her elbow back into the man's chest, knocking the wind from him as she got up from under his bulk. "I do not know why you want excrement, but leave me out of this."
His continued, if strained, shouting at her, coupled with growing looks from people around her... made Daesva click her tongue, realizing she'd somehow gotten into a rather nasty situation. Great. So. She did the best thing she could in that situation.
She ran.
"Do I need to get a new glamour now? I hope not, that's just a waste of resources," she grumbled to herself, weaving through the crowds of people, till she broke from the stuffed streets into a section of a park. Through there, she continued to run till she felt more enveloped by the collection of trees around her, and groaned, letting down her glamour as she climbed up onto what her ComTech described as a playscape, sitting up on a dome of criss-crossing metal bars to crack open the water and take much needed swings.
"What was that about?"
Epine de Rose
