"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."

"She might have your space magic powers," Fenris points out. "Any chance she could be dangerous with them?"

"Yeah, though it's hard to tell why it works like that. If it's a power constraint, a computational constraint or something else. It definitely doesn't appear to care about changing people's minds too much."

Robin makes a so-so gesture, tipping his hand side to side, "Eh. Depends on what you mean by dangerous? She probably won't be very... I don't know the word. Careful? Respectful of other peoples' minds?"

"Ethical," Erin offers, "And I agree. She likely wouldn't do anything malicious with anything she learns, but." She shrugs, "I'm not sure I like the idea of her with telepathy. She'd be well-meaning, but that wouldn't mean she wouldn't be reading everyone's minds."

Jamie grimaces, at both Erin's words and Henry's, replying to the latter with, "Why spend energy making a believably integrated society when you can just rely on racism, right?" 

"Ugh," Is all what Henry wants to comment on Granny. "We can send myself and Felix. We all are more mentally resistance than the average person, but that's mostly against being influenced." To Jamie, he says. "Well, speaking as someone who used to be another kind of bi-racial I actually think the societies are surprisingly well integrated. But this thing clearly has the power to create little pockets of paradise and instead uses it to re-enact common YA tropes."

"Not that I disagree, but I might need her help to figure out this psychic stuff, if she really is like me." He pauses, "Though, I wouldn't be surprised to find out she isn't. Despite her busybody habits, I actually have a better source of mysterious mind powers, in that I have no idea who my mom is." 

"That's a good point," Erin agrees, "If this things runs off narratives like that, having a mystery parent is basically asking for it." She grins at Robin, "I bet you're secretly alien royalty." 

"You might think that's funny, but that's exactly how it works. So far every town has at least one royal of some sort among the seeding cluster."

"My favorite was the Prince of Atlantis from the hero city. Gotta love a guy that walks around in only speedos. I totally felt like committing some crimes just to get his attention."

"Oh? Who's your royal?" Robin asks. Don't read too much into that, he tells himself of Gabe's statement, sternly.