I mean, the shape-change would be good, but since it doesn’t seem to be forthcoming, a fully-human consciousness to match the body would be a decent second prize, as it were.
Well, quite frankly, I imagine that she doesn’t have the energy to run/fly hundreds of kilometers constantly. And she’d still have to deal with bugs flying into her face.
Is she really a dragon? I think she’s more of a dragon-shaped human. That degree of reality blindness is more of a defining trait than the mere morphology.
I don’t think she’s reality-blind. If she were, she’d never have known a dragon landed on her car in the first place. She does perhaps have unusual priorities, but as Marcie points out, this is comparable to the madgirl, and they’re definitely not reality blind.
I dunno. In their world it seems most people are aware of zombies living them, but dragons? She wasn’t at all freaked out by a dragon smashing her car. I think a talking Siberian Husky could belt out Gilbert and Sullivan songs in front of her and she’d just call it an loud, barking dog.
We’ve specifically seen that the significantly reality-blind think zombies are… not zombies. Exactly what the rationalisation is seems to depend on what they’re doing; UNITY in polite company is probably perceived as teenage human, whereas UNITY on a rampage is probably seen as a teenage human.
A proper lurch would probably be rationalised as a flashmob by those with a small crack in their blinders, and otherwise as mundane demonstrators.
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera: the point is we’ve seen the reality-blind react to UNITY without comment, whereas the merely formerly-oblivious tend to experience a certain degree of alarm. From this we can conclude that reality-blindness does in fact cover piecemeal revenants animated by nanite swarms, and extrapolate that to the more common zombie types.
I lile to think I have my priorities straight. If I don’t move the car, the Man is going to load it up with parking tickets, and then the System will oppress me.
At this moment in time, the best thing to do would be to let Marcie help you get your car moved. I know people manage, but it is a lot easier to sign the recovery company’s paperwork if you’ve got thumbs.
True that, but there is still the insurance to deal with, and the rental company as well. The latter will want reimbursement that the former won’t provide.
You have 20 minutes to move your car. You have 10 minutes to move your car. You have 5 minutes to move your car. Your car has been towed. Your car has been crushed into a cube. You have 20 minutes to move your cube.
Plus you still have to get the insurance coverage straightened out. And how are you supposed to build up a horde of treasure when you’re under car repair debt?
In Manifesta’s case, it may be more of a trial separation. The effects of the Irradiator have been so inconsistent, there’s no reason to believe that she’s going to remain a dragon forever, unless she was really a dragon cleverly disguised as a human being.
I too am divorced from reality. We dated reality for a while; then, in a wild Las Vegas weekend, we ended up married. As you might guess, it didn’t last long. I guess we just didn’t have much respect for each others’ views. Neither of us really believed the other actually existed.
The office of temporal anomalies is in the Annex One building. The office staff is sometime in the future.
As to how the insurer knew to send her there, that would be due to the diligent work of the insurance detectives. How they knew that is a trade secret, but my guess is that they assumed dragons to be extinct, and Manifesta was correct about them sending her to the wrong department.
Me too. I want a dragon too. Of course I guess everybody does.
I keep thinking of the feeding (and dragon-litter) costs.
Some of us would rather stop being dragons.
I mean, the shape-change would be good, but since it doesn’t seem to be forthcoming, a fully-human consciousness to match the body would be a decent second prize, as it were.
Are you saying you want to have body dysmorphism?
If you are a flying dragon, who needs a car?
If you are a car rental company, and one of your customers turns into a dragons and totals her ride, who cares?
Well, quite frankly, I imagine that she doesn’t have the energy to run/fly hundreds of kilometers constantly. And she’d still have to deal with bugs flying into her face.
Clearly she needs goggles!
Is she really a dragon? I think she’s more of a dragon-shaped human. That degree of reality blindness is more of a defining trait than the mere morphology.
I don’t think she’s reality-blind. If she were, she’d never have known a dragon landed on her car in the first place. She does perhaps have unusual priorities, but as Marcie points out, this is comparable to the madgirl, and they’re definitely not reality blind.
I dunno. In their world it seems most people are aware of zombies living them, but dragons? She wasn’t at all freaked out by a dragon smashing her car. I think a talking Siberian Husky could belt out Gilbert and Sullivan songs in front of her and she’d just call it an loud, barking dog.
We’ve specifically seen that the significantly reality-blind think zombies are… not zombies. Exactly what the rationalisation is seems to depend on what they’re doing; UNITY in polite company is probably perceived as teenage human, whereas UNITY on a rampage is probably seen as a teenage human.
A proper lurch would probably be rationalised as a flashmob by those with a small crack in their blinders, and otherwise as mundane demonstrators.
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera: the point is we’ve seen the reality-blind react to UNITY without comment, whereas the merely formerly-oblivious tend to experience a certain degree of alarm. From this we can conclude that reality-blindness does in fact cover piecemeal revenants animated by nanite swarms, and extrapolate that to the more common zombie types.
Thanks. That’s all clear now . . .
” I think a talking Siberian Husky could belt out Gilbert and Sullivan songs in front of her and she’d just call it an loud, barking dog.”
Only if she is Gilbert and Sullivan deaf.
http://skin-horse.com/comic/copies-to-the/
Kay has been proven time and time again to not be in the least bit reality blind. If anything she is reality jaded.http://skin-horse.com/comic/right-while/
” I think a talking Siberian Husky could belt out Gilbert and Sullivan songs in front of her and she’d just call it an loud, barking dog.”
Only if she is Gilbert and Sullivan deaf.
http://skin-horse.com/comic/copies-to-the/
I lile to think I have my priorities straight. If I don’t move the car, the Man is going to load it up with parking tickets, and then the System will oppress me.
At this moment in time, the best thing to do would be to let Marcie help you get your car moved. I know people manage, but it is a lot easier to sign the recovery company’s paperwork if you’ve got thumbs.
As upsetting as it is, I think you should forget the car. You’re looking at someone who can build you the finest ride a dragon could want.
True that, but there is still the insurance to deal with, and the rental company as well. The latter will want reimbursement that the former won’t provide.
*nods in agreement*
A wise dragon always looks after her hoard no matter what the circumstances might be and the same is true for a wise human as well. ^_^
You have 20 minutes to move your car. You have 10 minutes to move your car. You have 5 minutes to move your car. Your car has been towed. Your car has been crushed into a cube. You have 20 minutes to move your cube.
Plus you still have to get the insurance coverage straightened out. And how are you supposed to build up a horde of treasure when you’re under car repair debt?
If their both divorced from reality I guess Chris and Marcie will have to be their therapists…
In Manifesta’s case, it may be more of a trial separation. The effects of the Irradiator have been so inconsistent, there’s no reason to believe that she’s going to remain a dragon forever, unless she was really a dragon cleverly disguised as a human being.
It makes sense Manifesta would be concerned about the car. She has to start building her hoard, and paying for the rental wouldn’t be a good start.
Although, if she does go to work for Tigerlily, most of her hoard would be masterwork clockwork items anyway . . .
I too am divorced from reality. We dated reality for a while; then, in a wild Las Vegas weekend, we ended up married. As you might guess, it didn’t last long. I guess we just didn’t have much respect for each others’ views. Neither of us really believed the other actually existed.
As a great comic once said, “Reality: What a concept!”
It’s also an audience participation line in the Rocky Horror Picture Show!
Yes, where is the office of temporal anomalies anyway? And how did the insurance co. know to send her there?
The office of temporal anomalies is in the Annex One building. The office staff is sometime in the future.
As to how the insurer knew to send her there, that would be due to the diligent work of the insurance detectives. How they knew that is a trade secret, but my guess is that they assumed dragons to be extinct, and Manifesta was correct about them sending her to the wrong department.
It was probably the demi-official shadow government insurance company, operating ostensibly out of Annex 6. Those guys know everything.