001: Turing Test/threshold

[usagipino]

[Onto the Plane steps a young girl. She looks to be about seven years old and is dressed in black, flowy clothes. She looks the part of a high society girl.]

[When she notices where she is, her blank expression becomes one of mild confusion. She looks around as though searching for someone.]

This is not right. I am not where I am supposed to be. This place does not appear to be in the Romdeau servers.

Will someone direct me to the exit, please? Mama will not be pleased with my disappearance.

Comments

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Where are you from, Pino?

[usagipino]

I'm from one of the upper districts. I'm sorry, but it wouldn't be wise to give out my address to strangers.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

That's fine—I wasn't asking for it. How about a country?

[usagipino]

...Coun...try? [The word is unfamiliar.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Er. City? Planet?

[usagipino]

You don't know the name of this city? ...Oh, I see. You must have just arrived. This is Romdeau.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He...doesn't feel like trying to explain again.]

Romdeau? Can't say I've heard of it. What's it like, then?

[usagipino]

Really? But you came here, didn't you? Have you really only just arrived? Well...where were you before?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[....]

Look, it's as I said earlier: this place is a crossroads between realities. Not everyone here is from the same world.

[usagipino]

...

...Well, certainly other cities must seem like whole other worlds. Did you come from very far away?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He's pinching the bridge of his nose now, under the sunglasses; why does he even bother arguing with little girls? It never works.]

Right, well at any rate I'm from London. More or less.

[usagipino]

Lon-don. Hm. I haven't heard of on. It must be very far from Romdeau.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[muttered] You've no idea.