>>176023She leans forward and places a cube of sugar in the tea. She starts to stir the sugar into the tea with a spoon, and scrapes against the side with a loud "nyee nyee nyee." She does not make eye contact.
"Considering how the day started, it's quite alright."
She looks over at Bright Dye and says,
"I don't have a job now. You want to know why? Because I was arrested because of some vague 'suspicion' by the police in some kind of mass round up. They had to admit that they had nothing on me and let me go after four days. So they sent me to R&M, who said I was to be deported, because the work visa I was given back in the time of Princess was just a '180 day work visa' or whatever. But they didn't just send me there. Oh no, that's too easy. Too professional. They sent a policemare there to personally convince them I was 'hiding something' or whatever. They
had to make it personal. Probably because I couldn't tell them whatever it was they were trying to find out about my roommates. I don't
know what they do, I just lived with them because wages are low and housing is expensive. And they were gone before the police found me as their... 'consolation prize'. Ha! They couldn't handle the dissapointment.
So Customs was going to deport me to Lushi. But - get this! - they said they couldn't do it because they 'couldn't confirm I was a Lushi national'. They said there were no records of me being there?
Seriously? I am Sangee.
No shit there are no records. There wouldn't be. The Lushians log down their births in the registry of the temple of Boreas. And their residents in the village registry. We didn't belong to the temple, and we never stayed long in the villages. And the Fascists probably burned these registries anyways when they invaded and looted the country after I left. The real reason, I am sure, they did not acknowledge my country - they could never call me 'Equestrian' - was that if they did, they would have to admit that this far off land of backwards non-ponies, was now another part of their Empire. And in any case, they would have to let me apply for another work visa. But no, they said I was 'Stateless'. Fair enough maybe, perhaps that's what we Sangee are, a nation with no homeland. But... They were going to send me off. Overseas, to a work camp. Or maybe sell me off to Zebras, I don't know."
She leans down, and starts to nibble on a sugar cube, each tiny bite taking an infinitesimal of the cube with it.
She soon looks back up
"Then
this one came. One of the pony stallions working there wanted to show off how much of a stallion he was, and tried to handle her like you would a pet python. Soon enough, the whole office wanted to pet on her like she was some kind of mascot or something, and they came up with this fiction that she was an 'exotic animal' imported by herself, even though she had no right to a visa. And, for reasons I have yet to divine, she offered to take
me as an exotic animal, and bribed them. And so they sold me to her, the same way you sold that goat. They said she could take me if she eats me. They were 'joking,' I am sure. But it wasn't a joke. They meant it. They were hoping it."
She looks down, and nibbles more on the sugar cube
"So I don't have an ID, and could get arrested if I am found away from her for too long. I can't get a job..."
She nibbles on the second, or rather, third sugar cube.
Bright Dye is visibly awkward after all of that
>>176024I think you and I have two different interpretations about what it means to be undead that are of story consequence