“This is true. It just seems… I don’t know, polite. For everyone that’s streaming to inform each other.”

“People usually mention? But I did say that you’re not the most distractable person here, it’s pretty common to just forget.”

“Well. All right.”

She sounds vaguely unhappy about this fact (and that’s because she is), but she’s not really unhappy with anyone in particular about it. Just the system itself. This feels vaguely like anyone could be recording her at any time, which. Does not sound fun.

Well. They can keep walking. 

“This is the community house.” It’s a square building, two stories tall, floating on a lake; there are paths leading away from all four sides. 

“Oh, cool. I like that it’s floating on a lake.”

“Yeah. —Forward is Eret’s castle, right is Las Nevadas, left is Ponk’s area. Or we can go through the nether to Foolish’s summer home, or to the area in the Arctic where Ranboo and Philza and Technoblade live.”

“Probably save the Nether trips for later. One of the other places? I’m not picky about which, though I guess I lean more people over less. For efficiency in introducing myself.”

“Las Nevadas, then.” They can take a right and start heading that direction! It’s towards the nether portal, but Sam just walks around it and keeps going. 

She trails after him, of course! She is a good little starscape duckling.

It’s pretty obvious when she arrives at Las Nevadas. There’s a giant sign and a lot of buildings. 

“Hey! Hey Sam— oh! Hello Yvette, I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Quackity.” He has a scar extending from his eyebrow to his chin, and a few of his teeth are replaced with gold. “Good to meet you, man.” He bounces up and down a little. 

Clearly the polite thing to do is to bounce back at him! Bounce, bounce. “Nice to meet you too, Quackity! We haven’t, I just got here. Sam is giving me a tour.” Then she frowns, but it’s not like it’s easy to tell she’s frowning. “… Why is your desert not a desert?”

“We terraformed it. Mountains don’t work as well for making a tourist destination. Gotta have a skyline, you know?”

“Fair enough,” snorts Yvette. “… It… has a sort of aesthetic similarity to a place in my home, actually. Las Vegas.”

“Well, there’s more snow than meadows here. That’s good to know, though. You’ll have to tell me more about your world, see if there are any similarities.”

“… sure,” she says, sounding very hesitant and sad.

“—Or you can come see Las Nevadas! Lots of stuff to see, right? It’s still under construction but hey, I can still show you around if you want! And you can meet the citizens. I think Purpled’s busy, but Fundy and Foolish are around, and Slime might be too. And you’ve already met Sam.”

“That I have,” she agrees with a little laugh. “Sure, I’d love to meet them. Uh, first though, I got into a fight with the mind control egg. If you see any sign of it anywhere at all please let me know.”

“She destroyed it.”

“I destroyed every part of it that I could find!” she corrects, immediately. “It might not be completely destroyed. And if it’s not, I want to fix that. This is the sort of thing to be thorough about.”

“—Still, that’s great! That’s fucking awesome, Yvette. Wow. Sounds like you were a bit more successful than I was, then. —I tried to blow it up. Didn’t work. Tried again, got them to retreat at least, so, that’s something. Sure, yeah, I’ll let you know if I see any vines.” Las Nevadas has a fountain, a casino, a strip club, what is basically just a useless building but looks very reminiscent of a gas station, a tower, a restaurant, a theater, another tower (this one’s a replica of the Eiffel Tower), a bridge for weddings, and two houses (Purpled’s and Fundy’s).

“Thanks! I’d been planning to, uh, think about it a bit more and try to understand more of the problem before meddling, but then I actually saw it and. … I regret nothing.”

The bridge for weddings is charming, and she says so! Generally speaking Las Nevadas is also a lot nicer looking than the server she’s seen so far, which is nice.

“Aw, it’s cute. I like it,” she pronounces, after she has seen most of it.

“I’m really glad! I’m really glad. I’ve really been trying to make a nice place on this server, y’know. Sam built most of it, though, so don’t give me all the credit.” He laughs. “Also, Wilbur, you can stop hiding now.”

A man with a white streak in his hair steps out from behind a corner. He bows dramatically to Yvette, sweeping one arm out. “Wilbur Soot, at your service.”

“… are you though?? That seems like a lot of responsibility to put on someone you just met,” she says. “Oh, I mean, uh, hi. I’m Yvette. Nice to meet you. Please don’t be in my actual service that would be awkward.”