-------------------------------- [To say that Astera is overwhelmed is an understatement, as they stare wide-eyed around them.] [Flashing lights, the sounds of music thumping through their chest in off-beat timing with their heartbeat, bodies crowding against bodies with space between. It's strange; frightening in a way, alien in another, but oddly fascinating to the flashclone.] [Never before had they experienced something like this, even though there remains a thin barrier of skin tight separation from their hardsuit. People greet them, turning once their presence is felt, only to be felt with the monochrome surface of a visor reflecting their thoughts back onto them. Though many shied away, many still were none less happy to get to know them.] [Drinks and food were offered in many ways as Astera wandered, meandering amongst the press of people against people, form against form. Confusing. Exhilarating. Those were the only ways to describe it.] [After some time, they found their way to the bar, disoriented and looking around for a spot to get a hold of themself. Tail loosely wrapped around their leg, they take a seat.. and breathe] --------------------------------
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