[You know how old joints act up with the weather? Well all of Poe happens to be an electronics swarm, and being around a supernatural space storm complete with insane weather has done nothing for him. If he looks particularly stressed or strained even outside of the pockets of weirdness and bad weather, it's because it takes all of his processing power to literally hold his body together while the forces of that bit of Storm touch down on the planet.

For the most part, he just looks tired, maybe a little pale - a little sheet-white pale, with even his fine suit looking more gray than black, like he's gone grayscale for a couple seconds. He seems to be avoiding speaking, as well, nodding emphatically and gesturing a lot to express thanks and other friendly asides when people look his way.

And then he... flickers. A hand, first, maybe an arm up to the elbow, but as much as he tries to hide the offending limb in his suit jacket, more than one full-body flicker, like he's suddenly missed a few frames of movement overtakes him.

That's probably not strange to some other refugees, or people who heard him talk about being an AI up on the Station, but for the locals who've come out to see this blessing... it's starting to look suspicious. Please allow him to hide behind you, thanks.]

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Here's the memory you've walked in on: you're in a hotel, in the lavish lobby decorated with an obvious theme—ravens, mostly, although the whole room is draped in rich, dark colors with flashes of gold. Even the floor sports a purposefully intricate, winding design, reminiscent of the complex designs of M.C. Escher that might just get stranger the longer you stare at them. But you probably won't be looking at the floor, not when the patron of this hotel is standing calmly behind the counter, his hands folded in front of him, smiling amicably. Meet Poe.

Besides the fact that the hotel is deserted and Poe hasn't said a goddamn word since you walked in the door - when did you walk in the door? - this all seems very normal. Besides the fact that there is no other living soul in this building, and somehow you can tell, the way you can tell with some innate sense that the building itself seems to be yearning, desperately lonely and so, so tired of the yawning emptiness of its rooms. It's overbearing; suffocating, even, as you make your way up to the counter where Poe stands. With every step that dismal loneliness seeps into your very skin, and even the kitschy goth raven decor seems chipper and bright comparatively.

At the counter, Poe continues smiling, gesturing to a screen that asks you to pay him somehow, although there is no register in sight. Look closely and you'll see one of those spidery cracks back to reality start to splinter across the countertop; just for a moment, before Poe calmly - but decisively - places his hand down to cover it up.]

Please, [he says, perfectly calmly, while something in the building creaks despairingly.] I'm afraid I cannot allow you to check out without first receiving your payment.

[But it's probably safe. That isn't a shotgun behind the counter (just kidding, it is).]

[Or: of course, Poe takes full advantage of the free stuff the natives want to hand out. You might find him deeply engrossed by his fifth advertisement by a shopkeeper in a row, or asking his fifth question that another shopkeeper can't even come up with an answer to because he's so weirdly specific, or collecting free samples just to have them... He is everywhere, doing everything. For maybe ten minutes he's been trying to express to a tailor from the Silk Wyrms that, yes, he is actually requesting an exact replica of the same suit he is currently wearing, what is the problem?

His enthusiasm bubbles over into pushiness, until finally several shopkeepers just won't talk to him anymore, leaving him more than a little crestfallen. Truly... the saddest grown-ass man you've ever seen, he looks like a kicked puppy. But make eye contact with him and he will be there, ready to converse!!]

Greetings and salutations, my friend. Would you happen to know the most expedient way to acquire real estate on this world?

[It's Free Real Estate]

[hello...... it's jojoveller, you should plot with me]