[Event] The Tour: Reinala.

Snapdragon answered all of the questions to the best of his ability. He hadn't really met any other blobs so he wasnt entirely sure how to answer the questions that mentioned others. But in the end, he held his breath as the robot began its answer...
"You have the makings of a good person, at least in Reinala's eyes." it said in its robotic voice. "Phew..." He thought. He was sure he would pass, as he saw himself as good; not perfect but not evil for sure. So, he sat down and waited until everyone finished their tests, and yawned... he tried his best to stay awake as he waited.

The being whirred to life, rising to its feet and nodding, eyes settling on the bloblings that flocked around it, chatting to it, each other, or looking around themselves in various states of alarm, bewilderment, excitement, and anticipation. Quinnsing was interested to note a figure he had seen before, skeletal and white floating on black mass of shifting cloud like mass, positioned close to the grey and white automaton seeming creation. He had not expected them but it was.... curious, and not entirely unpleasant. They had seemed more... analytical in mind though, and it was understandable how Themis and Reinala would intrigue their type.

The automaton creature began to speak. If smucks were the creation of Eris without Ichor, chaotic and not quite capable of the same breathing sentience as bloblings and the fauna of the world, Quinnsing had no trouble believing this one was likely the same, from Themis. It’s structure was mechanical and methodical in nature, it moved and spoke much like a blobling, but had a... nature to it that made it seem like without orders or directives it would simple cease to be until it needed again, no more then a ferrowood sculpture might be.

It’s words were simple and structured, greeting and assessing the situation before providing instruction. In time with it, more metallic figures appeared from over the wall, simple spherical floating shapes that had only a singular ring about the main body and an eye that fixed dully on their targets, the spheres floating each to one of the bloblings present.

With a dispassionate gaze, Quinnsing nodded greeting at the one who whirred to a stop before him. The humanoid creature wished them all success, and the bot began to speak. It’s voice was grating, high pitched and ringing metallically in his ears as it read off a question, then while Quinnsing still considered his answers, began reciting options.

For a moment, the dragon paused as two choices were listed before it fell into silence. Then Quinnsing frowned. Do you consider yourself good? It was too simple a question to start, with no protections against lying or room for interpretations. It was too subjective a question as well, morals were not a defined thing, and if there was something Quinn had found thus far, it was that most were so frustratingly small and naive as to think there was only one definition, theirs, to good and evil. To which others often thought completely differently, serving only to prove no answer was really correct.

And furthermore, it was not a yes or no question. Every self righteous blobling or destructive one Quinnsing had found yet had flaws and redeeming qualities. And even if one could consider themselves largely good or evil, that did not answer for ones like Quinnsing himself: who places themselves in the grey, whether through mixed actions, purposeful inactions, or a lack of connection with such ideas of morality.

An attempt to answer neither was met however with a prompt to try again, and with a heavy sigh, eyes half-lidding in annoyance, Quinnsing nodded and responded yes. The bot moved to the next question, and with growing annoyance, Quinnsing responded with the simple scripted answers from the selection until finally he reached the end, receiving the pass, it would seem, as the responded that in Reinala’s eyes he seemed a good person.

It was not inaccurate that, insofar as he knew, Quinnsing’s actions and methods of being were not ones that would be offensive to the godborn, but to any who witnessed the huff the dragon gave in response to his assessment by the bot, it was clear he had... some things to say on the nature of discerning this information.

Still, he had progressed through it relatively quickly after the first question, since over analyzing largely yes and no responses served no purpose or good, and stepping forward as he took up his gift in his jaws again, Quinnsing let his gaze shift over the others, curious if any were... oblivious enough to manage to fail, or what they thought of the crude quiz. Many seemed to be finishing already, the skeletal figure of Ghost seeming to have written some of their answers on papyrill. Quinnsing nodded to them, once, but didn’t comment, knowing they were a silent creature by nature anyways.

meanwhile, back at the plot

Kip and Evrah found themselves in the back of a pack of blobs, all huddled around this silver...thing outside the familiar white walls. Kip had only caught the last part of their speech, before he was approached by a familiar spherical eye.

"Oh hell, not you again." Kip groaned, bracing himself as though he we're ready for a fight. "But thought ya'd finally see the light, I'ma beat the hell outta this test." Feeling very full of himself, Kip stood ready and rattled off irritated answers as quickly as the bot could read the questions.

When Vinum saw the papers and pen that extended from the figure, she was ecstatic. There was no way that this couldn't be the perfect waiter or bar Helper. Though, it being void of personality was a turnoff. No one would like being stared down by it's lifeless eyes, it would be bad for business. She listened to the speech and the groups of chatting blobs. She heard talk about the trial. Even if she wasn't at the trial, she knew what happened. It was one of the biggest events that ever was. At the mention of being kicked out after rushing the gates, she didn't want to test it. She was close enough anyways, kind of in the middle of the pack. " Oi, excuse me gatekeeper, is it right of me to ask what we do with these gifts?" She stands on her hind legs to raise above the crowd and holds up her drink a bit and points.