Uso’s Castle, Concourse Alpha, Hawking
February 20th, 2321
Doris Muller’s majestic unused mansion had been an epicenter for soaring house prices ever since the Assembly took over, but with recent events, the entire district had taken a rather strange turn.
At first simply stripped of it’s Daqin-styled pagoda elements, the place looked like a great monolithic cathedral of glass for many months… And right after Uso and the other echoni had been gifted it, that definition became both more and less true.
Itself standing on top of a great megastructure, several of the upper decks had become overrun with Magnetic Assembly and Iron Cavalcade pilgrims. Pristine agricultural elements were tarnished by temporary shanty towns, and the streets were practically paved with stray religious print-offs and paraphernalia. At night, the apex of the great pyramid took on the eerie glow of millions of independently lit candles, blotted out in the center by the gleaming beacon of the mansion itself.
Z-9’s personal bodyguards from her music assets generally kept them off the property, just about… But they did have a mysterious ability to sneak gifts past the defences.
Most of the time, just strange and irate scrawled letters, begging for some unknown understanding. Sometimes obscure trinkets and figurines.
Today… Four hooded figures had gotten right up to the porch, and were ringing the intercom buzzer continuously. They brought some kind of wooden shrine with them, an ornate roofed palanquin carried between them on four long poles.
Maybe they got some of their colleges to run a distraction for the guards?...
“What do you want?” A purple hair’d echoni asked, their face peaking through a metal slit that had been closed only moments before. Their mechanical eyes just barely covered by a few stray purple hairs, their tone flat, their body on the other side doing exactly as it had been asked.
Inside of Doris’ mansion was the fledgling Echoni-Nation, or maybe it was team USO, or perhaps just Uso’s Star-Organization? They had not quite settled on a name yet, and ‘They’ meant ‘Uso’, something that greatly vexed some members of the Assembly who’d prefer to have control over their creations. Uso had turned their mansion into a mini-fortress: the internal cameras had been torn out and re-wired to look out of some of the windows… most of which had been boarded up or covered with some mix of ‘Former Doris furniture’ and ‘Holiday decorations’. The fortifications were not some masterwork of engineering but they got the message across: This space belonged to the Echoni.
There was some rumbling from behind the door and the metal shutter slid closed for a moment… there was some muffled speaking, and then the shutter would open once more. This time, green hair and purple eyes, “GO AWAY! Z-9 NEEDS SLEEP AND SHE AIN’T GONNA COME OUT THERE AND DO STUFF FOR YOU! YOU KEEP THIS UP AND I’M GONNA COME OUT THERE INSTEAD YOU GOT THAT?!”
The metal shutter then closed.
The metal shutter then opened again,
“AND I’M NOT GOING TO SING! I’M GOING TO SMASH YOU!”
“Glorious transcendent! Please accept our gift!” The four of them immediately got to their knees and grovelled, causing a series of dull metallic thuds against the quaint wooden planks. They clearly had a lot of crude cybernetics between them, but that wasn’t much of a surprise with these types at this point. The one who was speaking looked like they had a few extra purity seals and golden gilding on their collar, but it didn’t look like they had all that much of value in life, between them… “It is not a mere figurine or nuisance, but a living, breathing fabrication that you will find useful! An aspect of ourselves and your own lineage, that may protect and serve your number for many years to come! We do not expect thanks or entry, but please examine our masterwork before turning us away!”
The embellished crate in the middle looked like proper SEER equipment, for sure. It was like they took special effort in making sure all of the warning markings and six-cog organisational data was clearly visible. But how did these bozos get it?... What was inside?...
Some of the inhabitant Echoni with extra-sensory perception or modifications could see through the container and perceive what was clearly some kind of robotic parts, but not something that was super clear, from the way it was folded up in a weird way…
*SHINK*
*CHUNK!*
*Door opening noises*
“Watch the door,” Uso said, stepping out from the door for a moment before stopping, turning back to the purple hair’d Echoni, and taking a step towards her, “And by that I mean stand in the doorway here and make sure none of these people who aren’t Us get in!”
The purple hair’d echoni would nod, and quietly walk to the doorway, standing there next to Uso. The purple hair’d echoni had on a poncho-blanket much like Uso did. Though while Uso’s hair was pulled back into a ponytail, it looked like someone had used half a dozen scrunchies to tie the purple hair’d echoni’s hair up into various messy shapes. Her blanket-poncho was also made up of some purple and white material… probably taken from some more official Assembly robes. It also seemed that Uso had affixed some kind of shiny golden-metal token to this one’s chest that looked almost like a sheriff’s badge.
Uso herself just had on a somewhat messy blanket-poncho made from some brown fabric. She would confidently stride out of the house, legs and head otherwise exposed, as she started to investigate the offering. “Why are you bringing this here? Is this just because Z-9 can sing good and you’re all super impressed with that so you give her stuff?” She asked. These bag people were being weird… but they were being like… way weirder than bag people normally were. Then again they said this was supposed to be a gift. Obviously the gift had to be for her.
February 20th, 2321
Doris Muller’s majestic unused mansion had been an epicenter for soaring house prices ever since the Assembly took over, but with recent events, the entire district had taken a rather strange turn.
At first simply stripped of it’s Daqin-styled pagoda elements, the place looked like a great monolithic cathedral of glass for many months… And right after Uso and the other echoni had been gifted it, that definition became both more and less true.
Itself standing on top of a great megastructure, several of the upper decks had become overrun with Magnetic Assembly and Iron Cavalcade pilgrims. Pristine agricultural elements were tarnished by temporary shanty towns, and the streets were practically paved with stray religious print-offs and paraphernalia. At night, the apex of the great pyramid took on the eerie glow of millions of independently lit candles, blotted out in the center by the gleaming beacon of the mansion itself.
Z-9’s personal bodyguards from her music assets generally kept them off the property, just about… But they did have a mysterious ability to sneak gifts past the defences.
Most of the time, just strange and irate scrawled letters, begging for some unknown understanding. Sometimes obscure trinkets and figurines.
Today… Four hooded figures had gotten right up to the porch, and were ringing the intercom buzzer continuously. They brought some kind of wooden shrine with them, an ornate roofed palanquin carried between them on four long poles.
Maybe they got some of their colleges to run a distraction for the guards?...
“What do you want?” A purple hair’d echoni asked, their face peaking through a metal slit that had been closed only moments before. Their mechanical eyes just barely covered by a few stray purple hairs, their tone flat, their body on the other side doing exactly as it had been asked.
Inside of Doris’ mansion was the fledgling Echoni-Nation, or maybe it was team USO, or perhaps just Uso’s Star-Organization? They had not quite settled on a name yet, and ‘They’ meant ‘Uso’, something that greatly vexed some members of the Assembly who’d prefer to have control over their creations. Uso had turned their mansion into a mini-fortress: the internal cameras had been torn out and re-wired to look out of some of the windows… most of which had been boarded up or covered with some mix of ‘Former Doris furniture’ and ‘Holiday decorations’. The fortifications were not some masterwork of engineering but they got the message across: This space belonged to the Echoni.
There was some rumbling from behind the door and the metal shutter slid closed for a moment… there was some muffled speaking, and then the shutter would open once more. This time, green hair and purple eyes, “GO AWAY! Z-9 NEEDS SLEEP AND SHE AIN’T GONNA COME OUT THERE AND DO STUFF FOR YOU! YOU KEEP THIS UP AND I’M GONNA COME OUT THERE INSTEAD YOU GOT THAT?!”
The metal shutter then closed.
The metal shutter then opened again,
“AND I’M NOT GOING TO SING! I’M GOING TO SMASH YOU!”
“Glorious transcendent! Please accept our gift!” The four of them immediately got to their knees and grovelled, causing a series of dull metallic thuds against the quaint wooden planks. They clearly had a lot of crude cybernetics between them, but that wasn’t much of a surprise with these types at this point. The one who was speaking looked like they had a few extra purity seals and golden gilding on their collar, but it didn’t look like they had all that much of value in life, between them… “It is not a mere figurine or nuisance, but a living, breathing fabrication that you will find useful! An aspect of ourselves and your own lineage, that may protect and serve your number for many years to come! We do not expect thanks or entry, but please examine our masterwork before turning us away!”
The embellished crate in the middle looked like proper SEER equipment, for sure. It was like they took special effort in making sure all of the warning markings and six-cog organisational data was clearly visible. But how did these bozos get it?... What was inside?...
Some of the inhabitant Echoni with extra-sensory perception or modifications could see through the container and perceive what was clearly some kind of robotic parts, but not something that was super clear, from the way it was folded up in a weird way…
*SHINK*
*CHUNK!*
*Door opening noises*
“Watch the door,” Uso said, stepping out from the door for a moment before stopping, turning back to the purple hair’d Echoni, and taking a step towards her, “And by that I mean stand in the doorway here and make sure none of these people who aren’t Us get in!”
The purple hair’d echoni would nod, and quietly walk to the doorway, standing there next to Uso. The purple hair’d echoni had on a poncho-blanket much like Uso did. Though while Uso’s hair was pulled back into a ponytail, it looked like someone had used half a dozen scrunchies to tie the purple hair’d echoni’s hair up into various messy shapes. Her blanket-poncho was also made up of some purple and white material… probably taken from some more official Assembly robes. It also seemed that Uso had affixed some kind of shiny golden-metal token to this one’s chest that looked almost like a sheriff’s badge.
Uso herself just had on a somewhat messy blanket-poncho made from some brown fabric. She would confidently stride out of the house, legs and head otherwise exposed, as she started to investigate the offering. “Why are you bringing this here? Is this just because Z-9 can sing good and you’re all super impressed with that so you give her stuff?” She asked. These bag people were being weird… but they were being like… way weirder than bag people normally were. Then again they said this was supposed to be a gift. Obviously the gift had to be for her.