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[cadiastands]

[Did it take Mira like 20 minutes to enter a username because she expected the system to assign her one and then froze up in fear of doing it wrong when she had to choose it herself? Maybe.]

If someone is qualified to teach me the proper rituals for the use of these devices, I would appreciate it.

[tl;dr Mira, despite being from a space empire in the 401st century, thinks there are animist spirits inside her phone and terminal that will get mad and refuse to work if she does the wrong thing.]

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[cadiastands]

"Other spirits?"

[DON'T YOU BE CONSORTING WITH DAEMONS, ALEIFR.]

[aleifr]

Yeah.

[The fuck do you mean "Other spirits"?]

Everything's got spirits.

[cadiastands]

That's all right, then.

[It's just his feral world primitivity. That's fine, probably. The Space Wolves wouldn't let heterodoxy bleed over into heresy.

She does not see the contradiction here.]

[aleifr]

[There's a small delay before his next message.]

Alright.

[He's a bit irked by her reaction implying that his religious beliefs need her approval, but he's willing to pin that on a difference in terminology. Nobody here seems to believe in spirits, maybe she thought he was talking about wights.]

[cadiastands]

[Mira realizes, albeit too late, that she's been a bit high-handed, but, well...it's extremely important not to be snuggling up to daemons. In fact, it's fair to say that's the number one quality she looks for in friends.]

I can explain in person, if you'd like.

[No discussing Chaos in public.]

[aleifr]

Sure. The room, then? Or someplace else.

[cadiastands]

The room would be fine.