“You’re welcome!”

This doesn't suck but other-Quackity will almost certainly hear about everything substantial he says and he is definitely noticing himself wanting to bail. These facts may or may not be related. 

"I should probably get going, it was good meeting you!" 

“It was good meeting you too, Q from District Ten!”

Cool. So Fundy from L'manberg is Wilbur's son— the furry one, if he remembers correctly; presumably that's the fox. Golden shark man, then, is presumably Foolish, which tracks given how the Foolish he knows is also weirdly tall and green-eyed and kind of shark-themed and his stylist likes painting him gold and leaving him shirtless. And Purpled is Purpled. 

Okay. Cool! He loves having any idea who people are! Fundy next. 

“…Hello? Can I help you?” 

"Not with anything in particular, I can go if you're busy? My name's Q, I'm new, I'm going around meeting people. —No idea why I have the same face as the other guy." 

Blink. Blink. “…Oh, uh, hi, nice to meet you.” They are far enough into this conversation that it would probably be awkward if he just started killing Q, even though he’s new and doesn’t have any armor and it’d be funny. Also he’s with Las Nevadas now and doesn’t want to accidentally start a war or something. “I’m Fundy.”

Quackity, who has no idea that killing him might have been on the table, barrels on. "Cool! Uh-- is the person who introduced himself as a normal meat guy with bones doing a bit, or is he just like that, I thought at first he was doing a bit but it got sort of hard to tell." 

“He’s just sort of like that. I said we should make a school or something for him but I don’t think it’s a priority.”

"...aight. Do you know what... is a priority?" Is that rude? It's probably fine. 

"...Whatever Tubbo's doing, I think? But I don't know either, really."

Hm. So, the goal here was to try and get more of a sense of Las Nevadas, just, like, as a place-- who hangs around here, how they interact with each other, how they interact with Quackity, what the shape of the local social fabric looks like. 

Q's increasingly getting the impression that they don't and there isn't one. Which is weird for his experience of how it works to have neighbors, and really weird for his experience of coworkers, but maybe tracks from what he's seen of Kinoko? 

"Huh. Fair enough. What is Tubbo doing, do you have any idea?" 

"He says it's a cookie shop." Fundy does not sound convinced of this.

It's??? A castle??? You try to talk to him and he pulls out an axe??? Actually possibly he only does that if you're Quackity. Wow, that sounds like a great thought to have later, or never--

"I'm kind of getting the sense you don't believe that." 

"I mean, I had an ice cream shop with Ranboo once, and believe me, it did not look like that. And it wasn't strategically placed and it didn't have two totems laying around in a chest. I'm just saying."

"Sounds like an incredibly normal cookie shop." 

"We're not...at war. Yet. But, you know, that's not the most comforting sentence."

"Could be worse! But could definitely be better," he agrees. "...thank you for telling me." 

"...Should I have...not? I mean...sure, yeah, no problem."

"No! No, I just mean, it's been kind of a bitch getting straight answers out of anyone about anything." 

Shrug. "People here don't really... trust each other. Or, um, like each other. --Not here as in Las Nevadas, here as in the server."

"I had kind of thought that was just Quackity being, you know, like that," which is not quite true but his instincts are too trained on other victors to bring up Wilbur unless Fundy brings him up first, "but that does track." 

"I mean--Quackity's not the worst. He let me join."

Okay, he has reached the limit of that routine, good to know— "Right, course, he's not a bad guy at all." 

“He’s, you know, he’s Quackity. We’ve done a lot together. Not all good things, but, you know.” Shrug. “Like I said, he let me join.”