[Like the other new arrivals, Blackquill has had to contend with the devastating news that his world was gone, and to deal with the culture shock of being in this strange new virtual world. His shock was of an entirely different sort to most, however. He wasn't shocked by the robots: basic artificial intelligence was a normal part of life for him, when he knew robots created by his sister that, after a fashion, were treated like her children and members of the family.
What does throw him off is being fresh out of seven years of prison. Seven years, and he feels like he has forgotten how to behave around ordinary people. The noise, lights, and activity of the place all overwhelm him. He'll pick a movie and go in eventually, but for now, he simply sits and gives himself time to adjust.
Feel free to notice the intimidatingly tall man in harsh monochrome, dressed not unlike a samurai, looking very out of place.]
THEATRE V
[The movie is as vapid as Blackquill had hoped it would be, and he's taking the tedious feel-good nonsense as a chance to simply tune out and relax. When the movie changes and starts showing some of his own happy memories, though, he glances around, wondering if anyone is seeing the same thing. Then, deeply uncomfortable at being shown memories from a very distant past, he gets up to leave.
...Right up until he gets to the aisle and bumps into another movie-goer, spilling their popcorn to the ground, and one of those militantly kinky robots zips straight over.]
GET DOWN ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES, NAUGHTY BOY. YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED.
Out of the way, you absurd machine, else my blade will cut you down where you stand.
[...For all that he's adopting a combat stance, he doesn't seem to be holding a sword. Or any other kind of weapon, for that matter...?]
Simon Blackquill | Ace Attorney
[Like the other new arrivals, Blackquill has had to contend with the devastating news that his world was gone, and to deal with the culture shock of being in this strange new virtual world. His shock was of an entirely different sort to most, however. He wasn't shocked by the robots: basic artificial intelligence was a normal part of life for him, when he knew robots created by his sister that, after a fashion, were treated like her children and members of the family.
What does throw him off is being fresh out of seven years of prison. Seven years, and he feels like he has forgotten how to behave around ordinary people. The noise, lights, and activity of the place all overwhelm him. He'll pick a movie and go in eventually, but for now, he simply sits and gives himself time to adjust.
Feel free to notice the intimidatingly tall man in harsh monochrome, dressed not unlike a samurai, looking very out of place.]
THEATRE V
[The movie is as vapid as Blackquill had hoped it would be, and he's taking the tedious feel-good nonsense as a chance to simply tune out and relax. When the movie changes and starts showing some of his own happy memories, though, he glances around, wondering if anyone is seeing the same thing. Then, deeply uncomfortable at being shown memories from a very distant past, he gets up to leave.
...Right up until he gets to the aisle and bumps into another movie-goer, spilling their popcorn to the ground, and one of those militantly kinky robots zips straight over.]
GET DOWN ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES, NAUGHTY BOY. YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED.
Out of the way, you absurd machine, else my blade will cut you down where you stand.
[...For all that he's adopting a combat stance, he doesn't seem to be holding a sword. Or any other kind of weapon, for that matter...?]