The President of Esthar is currently... taking a stroll. Through the training grounds. He isn't bothered by "Beware of T-Rexaurs!" warning signs as there's something slightly resembling guitar case strapped to his back. He's whistling a tune and seems to enjoy views.
Squall's day begins just as most of his other days do. Only with more papers to sort, President's arrival and all. He sits with his paperwork, occasionally glancing outside to check if any APCs are approaching.
Anyone who visits the canteen will probably notice that food quality has jumped up significantly. No Name is there, focused on cooking and distributing food to lines of SeeD cadets. As he finishes, he takes a seat near one of the tables, taking a break to relax.
—Takanuva hears the word baths and his curiosity latches onto that. He'd heard of protodermis baths here and there across Mata Nui, but that they'd always been dangerous. But, curious as he was, he decided to take Lisa up on the notion—
@Lisa: Could you please point the way? I don't know my way around and I would really like to get it over with before we start this mission.
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.-Momonga, having no idea if Six would even understand her, just responds as best as she can in her incredibly-ancient-sounding-sorta-Japanese while bowing to the supposed lord armored gaijin-
Momonga: <I asked her for aid and did not greet her as I would another buke or kuge because she had concealed her wakazashi from my view and obfuscated herself in a peasant's garb instead of a proper kimono. I have no understanding of her intent for adorning herself in this fashion, but that is not for me to judge. This was merely the extent of what I saw that day, and the intent of my conduct. It was not my intent to disrespect. I am still very ignorant of the customs of this land, considering this is as far from the lands of Rokugan as I can possibly see.>
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)Well, my usual domain is usualy a bit more...rocky. I've heard the surface dwellers call it "Xibalba", so that's what i call my home. And as what brings me here? No idea, i was sleeping nice and cozy in a crag, and suddenly i had a little fall, and landed here.
「The nightmare of the revenge monkey begins」Six: Thank you.
-The Spartan falls silent, taking a moment to think about how to proceed. Social interactions aren't his forte, so he spend a full ten seconds running and rerunning how to go about this-
I believe we have had a failure to communicate. I do not think I am aware of the specifics of your cultures in particular, but I believe it is fair to say the two of you come from somewhat similar cultures that differ in how they operate.
Given what we will be doing soon... and I suppose, knowing how things turn out, -looks towards Momonga- what you will likely be doing with us, it may be best if you were to apologize for your conduct.
edited 14th Jan '17 12:44:45 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Roy: "Can't explain it well myself...best I could say it goes from Point A to Point B instantly with no warning."
"On the bright side, no need to pay a fare for those."
edited 14th Jan '17 12:45:50 PM by MrKirb

Lisa: See, this is why I didn't want to explain it to you. >.>
Uh, well there's baths inside, though I guess you could use a lake if you want to. Should be some around here.
Hathor: Hm...? -follows the noise-