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Test Drive for January 2014 Apps

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See you during the application round!
♦ So you're new to this world and have just woken up in the Town Square. How do you react? What do you do?
♦ You're lost at sea. Maybe you got separated from your crew. Or perhaps you're on an abandoned island. You need help!
♦ "Pirates off the starboard bow!" It's an enemy ship! Attack!!
♦ You and your crew are hanging out on your ship. Just another day at sea!
♦ "LAND, HO!" Hey look, a new island! How about you go explore it? Tell us what you find!
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[This is a bit of a hard sell, since the one Murasa knows of represents a god and all.]
I assume nanomaterials are "very small otherwise non-sentient things", yes?
[SHE DOESN'T KNOW THIS STRANGE TECHNOLOGY but she can guess!]
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More or less. They're nanomachines that don't have any internal operating programs, so they only function while under the control of a union core.
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Sounds like a magician and their spells to me, just with the names changed.
[Or an old ghost and a bunch of undead underlings.]
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[STOP CALLING HER GHOST SHIP]
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Still sounds like magic to me, but if you say so.
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[If only she'd read more Arthur C. Clarke she could quote him about "sufficiently advanced technology"]
Magic isn't even a real thing. [...] Where I come from.
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It's not like one ceases to exist in the presence of the other, you know.
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Most of what people think of as magic was just tricks though. Or things that were later explained by science.
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[A moment of thought, and one of Murasa's hands turns greenish and transparent, shot through with grainy static. The air around it becomes much colder, and the odd aura she emits intensifies, becoming strange and unpleasant and feeling uncomfortably like death. Even the other patrons start to lean away, though few take notice of it otherwise.]
A lot of terms under the 'supernatural' umbrella are better at explaining things like me.
[With a flicker, her hand re-solidifies again much more quickly than it went all film grainy, and that aura returns to an acceptable level of weird. She seems to be looking at her hand with idle amusement.]
That was harder than it should've been. Booze must be kicking in.