"Yeah, same thing with me and Orcish. And the twins with Elvish." He says examining the thing. "The possible alien we saw wasn't in any of those places."

"Yeah, he could just have been racist against people of Orcish descent. Or slave-owners, which is pretty much the same, I guess."

"Wait, Orcs are slave owners?" She pauses, "Shouldn't we, um. Fix that?" 

Seeing as that subject is being tackled, Jamie turns to Henry, "Well, what kind of building was it? I might have seen it," he huffs, "Assuming it didn't appear out of nowhere like the Mercury Synthesis factories." 

Caine leans back against the doorway to watch Felix work. He briefly wonders whether Sam followed them back to the apartment; giant lizard or not, he might know something about this stuff. He knew how to work Erin's wig hologram, after all. 

"You can't! It's oppressing their culture! Just like how people of elven people are allowed to walk around naked."

"Try to be a little less... yourself, Gabe. And the current state of things is our best fix. Our cluster wasn't responsible for the fantasy races, and the one that... caused Orcs died before even got to their town. We managed to make the slavery thing be something like voluntary indenture and add a bunch of provisions against the mistreatment of slaves. And people act like they are out of satirical piece about respecting cultural minorities. It's insane."

"When people leave the affected areas they sort of return to normal. We've been mostly trying to get most enslave people out, it's easier than dealing with magic or trying to abolish the relevant laws." Fenris speaks after a long silent.

"I am sure can't complain about my master." He raises, showing the chain dangling from his wrists, while patting Henry on the shoulder.

Henry flinches.

Drawn into the conversation, Jamie tenses, and then makes himself relax. If Gabe's is as fine with it as he acts, then it's fine, right? Though, Henry looks less than enthused...

Jamie's not actually sure why the idea of forced servitude bothers him so much. Sure, he's had a few iffy foster families, but none of them were that bad. 

Robin blinks, looks between the shackles and the tusks. He's not sure whether or how to address that flinch, but, "How'd that happen?" He asks, "If it wasn't from your cluster... do things from the new cluster start applying to you once you're in them?" 

"Also," Erin interjects, "Elves actually walk around naked?" She glances at Fenris, thinking back to the question he's asked about opinions, "I know you said, but..." She pauses, "And wait, does that mean you and your brother could wander around naked here and not get looked at twice? Or is it just in the cluster that's from?" 

"That question was meant to check if you group was the cluster. So far, the change never affects the cluster's episodic memories. And people would likely me look me twice, but because I am fit, young and attractive. Not because I am doing something illegal. And the thing only holds inside affected areas, in fact, if I leave an affected area while naked, I am likely to spontaneously acquire clothes."

"From what I remember. The nudity thing is like that in the US, Canada and Europe. I am pretty sure in places like the middle-east they don't allow it. Or at least that's what my altered brain remembers."

"Gabe is not part of our cluster, his mind was affected like everyone else's. And that level of information is pretty typical among the affected. Even tried to get him to search about the topic on Wikipedia, but that only got us an error message."

"So you can tell affected people about the changes? Though I'm sure most would think we were crazy if we brought it up," she admits.

"Yeah," Robin says, "And who would we even tell?" 

"What about Granny?" Jamie suggests. 

There's a moment's pause while the other two give him incredulous looks. He coughs sheepishly, "OK, never mind." 

"And the internet isn't affected," Robin says, moving on. "That's good. Is that good? It could be useful to research the stuff everyone's supposed to know. It sounds like the seeding blocks off a lot of stuff, though, so maybe it's not a good thing."

Robin is very determinedly steering the conversation away from the topic of nude elves. He's already embarrassed himself on that topic once, thanks, he's not going to do it again. He's been doing what is in his opinion a stellar job of ignoring the shirtless hot guy's... everything. He doesn't need any more mental images along those lines. 

"Yeah, you can tell people. But they react like you're crazy and often the changes are such that's hard to convince people? The fantasy races were publicly known, but everything else had degree of secrecy, which we are not sure is the magic adjusting or if it's a genre thing. But even the fantasy races don't feel... properly inserted in the world?"

"They don't like to show non-humans on TV because of racism, I don't see why is that such a weird thing to swallow." Says he of shiftlessness - who absolutely notice Robin staring.

"Who is Granny?"

"It sounds as though the magic does its best to keep from changing society too much, with the masquerades, and when it does make big, public changes, like the introduction of new species, it takes every excuse to cause as little fuss as possible."

"My grandma. She's... an experience. I'm almost afraid to wonder what the seed's done with her."

How can he have noticed any staring when he is definitely not staring, nope. 

"We all call her Granny because, besides the fact that she knows everything, she's also everyone's grandma. If you eat any of her cookies, she adopts you. She's like a fairyland of one."