[While it takes only one glance for Poe to know that Olympia is, while not ideal, much more to his personal tastes than Wyver, rest assured: he can and has adorned himself with every piece of con swag from both cities. He's carrying every brochure, there's a goodie bag hung around his wrist, and he's neatly plastered himself with all of the wearable badges available to pick up: Olympia on the left, Wyver on the right. In fact, if you see him more than once, you might notice that his con swag is actually changing throughout; Olympia only while he loiters in the north side, Wyver only for the reverse.

And despite how many things he's wearing and how annoying it would be to take them all off and swap them around, this keeps happening. It switches every time. Catch him on his way in between areas and you might see it live: pins and stickers from one side seemingly assimilated into his suit jacket, while the other side's merch... un-assimilates? Out of his jacket? So that's fun.

Either way, he is covered in merch and he is thrilled about it. But he's taken in all of the actual information, so now he's peering at the various projections that make up the displays.]

Who do you imagine they were, on the eve of this recording? [he will say, addressing you, the passerby, but still staring rapt at a holographic citizen going about their life.] Who might they be today?

[The projections here are, again, of great interest. Poe looks at each of the scenes of native interaction in turn, studying how to do it properly, and this time with less philosophizing about the daily lives of these people the Natha are watching.

If you are a fellow newbie or an oldbie with no fake projection of yourself, after a time, he will appear quite suddenly at your elbow and speak conversationally:] What persona do you intend to take up, when the time comes? Tortured artist has always been a favorite of mine.

[Obvious from the everything about him, being... Edgar Allan Poe AI........ anyway, if you're an oldbie whose image is being used, he will look critically between you and your projection a few times, curiously. Then:] I daresay it's toeing the line between flattering and disturbing, isn't it? The holo-projection does bring out your eyes.

[Here's stasis, here's Poe, standard fare. Really standard fare, actually, given the world he comes from is all about keeping body and mind on ice—although usually separately, so hey, you learn something new every day. It does make it easier for Poe to find the people he most wants to see: a young woman and some huge, angry-looking dude, and once he finds them he definitely stands there unmoving, looking at each of their sleeping faces with both relief and sadness etched into his expression.

When he has an audience, he will glance over.]

They are my friends, [he says, somber and proud of them at once, and only then will he turn away from his sad kind of reverence. He's fine, it's fine.] Tell me about yours; your friends, your family, your beloved behind the glass.

[he was sad and now he's doing a dopey eyebrow wiggling thing, just, talk to him....]

[If it looks more like he had a conversation with this profile than typed it out by hand, it's because he didn't type it out by hand at all. AI cheating privilege: hacking his own phone. Love it.]

●●●●○ THESA

POE
@THERAVEN (old!), Earth

CONTACT

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I WAS A: Proprietor of a hotel! The Raven Hotel offers—or offered the most deliciously decadent and marvelously macabre relaxation experience you could ever dream of.

I'M SKILLED IN: Providing full guest amenities including but not limited to: food, drink, light entertainment, private entertainment for any and all personal tastes, guest protection services, VR suites, personal data security and privacy guarantees, and mail delivery.

I'M LOOKING FOR: Friends and companionship, after the untimely demise of my esteemed establishment.

ALSO, I'M: Deadly curious as to what manner of bar you have around here.

[do you want him to act or something, sure, jojoveller]