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  • Culture shock happens when people don't understand a new culture. People can become anxious confused, uncertain and disorientated. Typically culture shock happens when people move to a new country but it can also happen when people get involved with other cultures in their own country. Adjusting to a new culture takes time.
  • Culture Shock is a SpongeBob SquarePants episode from season one. In this episode, Squidward hosts a talent show at the Krusty Krab.
  • Culture Shock is the first episode of Season One of the Sam & Max game series created by Telltale Games and published by GameTap.
  • Culture Shock ist eine Comic-Geschichte von Grant Morrison, die im August 1988 im Doctor Who Magazine erschien.
  • "Culture Shock" is the first segment of the tenth episode of SpongeBob SquarePants.
  • Culture Shock is the uncomfortable and often painful sensation caused by contact with culture for any length of time. The onset is usually sudden, and can affect anyone, even those who have been exposed to culture before. Risk factors include novels, theatre, cinema, all forms of music and even some comic books.
  • Crusade (and whoever else wanted to tag along) has been invited wayyy out here to the Mercury Isles. Specifically the lone cabana that one can only get to by wading through ankle-deep mercury. It's a clear day with surprisingly blue skies - Cybertron's rough atmosphere isn't churning out acid storms for once. Fathom can be found in the shallows nearby attempting to fly fish. He's not good at it. "Sir?" Crusade approaches Fathom cautiously, not wanting to startle him. "I'm answering your summons." Bumblebee transforms into his VOLKSWAGEN CONCEPT BEETLE MODE! Bumblebee continues...
  • The Blood Guard.. guards. Imposing figures in armor of purple steel, they stand impassive at the foot of the spiral stair, and in points around the room. Yet not all here is impassive faces and guard duty - replacing a torch in a sconsce on the west wall is the blackscale, Aeseyri, resplendent in the unmistakable glean of Argentite - the moonsilver glowing and flickering as the torch gutters. A heavy crossbow of horn and the same metal is on his back, his coils shifting and turning as he sets the torch above in place. Would that Kallyn were. Unnoticed, that is.
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  • Fathom interviews Crusade for several of his remote class projects and theses.
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  • August 1988 im DWM 139
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  • Culture shock happens when people don't understand a new culture. People can become anxious confused, uncertain and disorientated. Typically culture shock happens when people move to a new country but it can also happen when people get involved with other cultures in their own country. Adjusting to a new culture takes time.
  • Crusade (and whoever else wanted to tag along) has been invited wayyy out here to the Mercury Isles. Specifically the lone cabana that one can only get to by wading through ankle-deep mercury. It's a clear day with surprisingly blue skies - Cybertron's rough atmosphere isn't churning out acid storms for once. Fathom can be found in the shallows nearby attempting to fly fish. He's not good at it. Crusade splashes ashore, staring in confusion at the lone island with its cabana and lounge chairs. He blinks a few times, then focuses on the mech fishing in the shallows. Must be the person who invited him to the island. "Sir?" Crusade approaches Fathom cautiously, not wanting to startle him. "I'm answering your summons." Torque still felt kinda bad about fighting Crusade, so the shuttle ride was a little awkward on her part. But it was all in good fun, so hopefully all's well. "Nice little spot you picked out, Fathom." The femme muses when coming up from behind Crusade, both arms laced behind her head in a lax manner. "Wish I could hang out here all the time, heh." Fathom whips his rod back, then slings the line again, only to have it slip from his grasp and soar into the ocean. "Psh, you're supposed to fish with your mouth anyhow," he mutters to Crusade, then brightens. "Oh, you're here! Okay uh, yes, have a seat!" He gestures to the fancy lounge chairs as he wades back to the little island. "Right. My stylus." It pops out of subspace into his hand. "This is for one of my classes see. It's part of a thesis. One of many theses. You'll be completely anonymous. Congratulations on your victory, by the by. Hey Torque! Well it's not /my/ cabana, it's open to the public. You could, if you wanted." Crusade offers Torque a wry smile as he perches on the edge of a lounge chair. "It must be nice when you want to get away from the world and be alone for a little." The smile fades slightly when he glances at Fathom, and his doorwings slump several degrees. "Thanks. Anyway, uh." He fidgets around, trying to get comfortable. "What's your class about?" Torque shrugs. "I know, but not much time these days. Plus, not a lot of need for medics out here." At the mention of Crusade's victory however, she smiles wide and pats the mech on the shoulder. "Just saw the replay for that, myself. Good job out there." Afterwards, while the two get comfy under the cabana, Torque remains a few paces away to observe the shimmering sea stretching out before them. Too bad Fathom lost his line. Ah well, time to improvise. Spooling out a length of towline, Torque ties a float from subspace near the end (What? She comes prepared.), gives it a few good swings, and tosses it out a ways to pass the time while listening to the other two. Bumblebee transforms into his VOLKSWAGEN CONCEPT BEETLE MODE! Volkswagen Dune Beetle drives down the ramp of the shuttle a few moments after Torque and Crusade disembark. Awkward ride for the two of them? Possibly. But did they have any idea they were being...SPIED ON? The Beetle comes to a stop in front of the trio, and Bumblee transforms with a sheepish grin. "Erm...Well hey, guys. Was just working on a few subterfuge type manuevers and was planning on driving away quietly..." He rubs the top of his head. "Didn't realize we'd be landing on a small island." "Sure it is," Fathom nods regarding the little escape, then proceeds to look thoroughly impressed when Torque uses her tow cable as a fishing line. "I'll bet that'll be handy on the salvage trip." Crusade's question actually has him pausing to recall /which/ class. "Sssss...social studies. Also using it for a psychology class. Now." He splays his hands as if spreading an invisible book. "You needn't reply if the things I ask are too difficult to answer." Remaining on his feet, he sets his stylus to a holographic square projecting from his palm. "What challenges have you personally faced since joining up with this faction? You can be as vague or as specific as you want." Bumblebee's surprise appearance earns a mildly confused smile, "Subterfuge? You were practicing on these two?" Crusade salutes the yellow minibot as he arrives, then rests his elbows on his knees and settles his chin in his hands. "Culture shock, I guess. Everyone's a lot more..." He pauses, trying to think of the right word to use. "A lot more outgoing than I'm used to. There weren't as many fights as I thought there would be." "Heh, why d'ya think I wanted to come along? Should be easy to haul up stuff once I get a hook on it once we get the mission underway." Torque smiles to Fathom over her shoulder, but pauses when a familiar, yellow mech comes driving up out of nowhere. This gets him the stern look and a purse of lips. "Bee, y'know it's not nice to go spyin' on your teammates like that." As for Crusade she smirks. "We still get some scuffles now and then. Mostly the Wreckers. But we're not like the Cons, who I bet bicker constantly." Bumblebee gives Crusade a grin and an ol' punch in the arm in response to the salute. "I'm a sidekick, not a Prime, Crusade." Torque gets a reproachful look. Bee is a little downcast, but he's not quite gee goshing, either. "The next time the Decepticons have you on a shuttle en route to a deserted island, you're going to be glad I've got a rep under the hood, Torque. Still, sorry for interupting...fishing, everyone." He looks around. "Is Rodimus here?" As if fishing sans Rodimus makes zero sense. Who would do that unless it was a mandatory Prime fieldtrip? Fathom gives Torque a thumbs-up and turns back to Crusade, tapping his helmguard thoughtfully. "I see. Am I correct to assume your previous life lead you to join the ranks?" he asks carefully. "Or was it something else? There's apparently quite a few mechs that joined up to exact revenge, be it from a destroyed hometown or a specific Decepticon they'd like to end." "S'all right Bumblebee, you're not interrupting. You can answer these questions too if you want. And sorry, no Prime." "I haven't seen any of those scuffles yet. Everyone seems to get along really well." Crusade shifts his attention from Torque to grin sheepishly at Bumblebee. "I'm sorry, sir. It's a ...uh, a bit of a habit." He fixes Fathom with a thoughtful look, the tiniest of frowns tugging at the corners of his mouth, and nods. No details, no specifics. Bumblebee watches Fathom carefully. Poor guy. Lots of pain in his background. "I signed on because Megatron was threatening everything we knew and loved." Bee shrugs a bit. "There was never really a choice." "Hey now, Prime's not the only one who likes fishing, you know." Torque smiles warmly at Bee. "Heh, and I'll remember that. Anyway, I'll leave you mechs to it. Gonna head down the shore a bit to see if anything bites." With a nod to the trio, Torque reels her line back in and wades through the shallow water a bit further away before recasting, content to fish the whole time. Fathom has no choice but to write down, 'the subject nods' for Crusade. "Ah, bye Torque!" He waves her off and turns back to the remaining mechs. "What are your long term goals among the Autobots? Do you intend to climb the ranks?" he asks, finally slumping back into a cushy chair. "What about you, Bumblebee?" Crusade gnaws on his lower lip. Decepticons threatening everything? No surprises there. "Lots of stuff. Flatten the 'Cons, put an end to their tyranny, make sure what they did never happens to anyone else ever again." He's staring at the ground now, optics burning with cold determination. "I don't know if I want to climb the ranks or not. If it happens, it happens, but I'm not hungry for power or anything. I just want to be a hero and do heroic deeds like the rest of the Autobots." Bumblebee smiles a little bit. "I knew I liked this guy for a reason." Bumblebee continues... Bumblebee balls up a fist and digs it into his palm a bit as he thinks for a moment. "Climbing the ranks? Eh...I don't think that's what the Autobots is about. We do what we're called upon to do. Orion Pax never wanted the Matrix. He was give a task and he had to step up to it. That's the character of an Autobot. The best of us that ever rolled out." Bee pauses for a moment, and adds softly, "I just want to do right by a good mech." Fathom is stirred, moved even! Though he stifles this with a faint grin. "Strong words, both of you. Something a bit lighter. This is for a different class involving statistics. What alt mode did you have before joining up, if any, and why did you choose the one you have now? From what did you derive your name, and did you have others? Though I suppose you just outlined that, didn't you, Crusade. Bee?" Bumblebee hrms. "It's...It feels like a lifetime ago since we were reactivated on Earth. I was just a Cybertronian scout car." He gestures with his arms a bit to express that he had sort of weird wing thingys. Crusade begins fidgeting again - he definitely looks a little uncomfortable now, as if a horde of gremlins are sending electric shocks through his lounge chair every few seconds. "Um. A hovercar, I think. I wasn't allowed to use it for a while. As for why I chose my altmode, I just liked how it looked. At one point I was afraid I'd turn into a large feline, though." His discomfort seems to increase a little. "I've always been Crusade, for as long as I can remember. Regardless of what, uh, others thought I should be called. I like my name." Fathom doesn't overlook the discomfort, though he smiles more broadly at the mention of the jaguar. His holographic notebook flickers and vanishes, and he dusts his hands. "That should be enough for now. Thanks for taking the time, both of you, I appreciate it. You're free to bail, I'm sure you have Olympic matters to deal with. I'm no olympian!" He stands and salutes, more out of a farewell gesture than formality. Crusade lets out a quiet sigh of relief and stands, returning the salute. "You're welcome, sir. Let me know if there's any other questions you need me to answer. Good luck with the assignment." He's still got that uneasy look about him as he heads for the waiting shuttle. Bumblebee watches Crusade trudge off, and glances at Fathom. "I better make sure he gets home safe. As even keel as he tries to be, I think he's having a harder time adjusting then he lets on." Bumblebee transforms into his VOLKSWAGEN CONCEPT BEETLE MODE! Volkswagen Dune Beetle motors off towards the shuttle!
  • Culture Shock is a SpongeBob SquarePants episode from season one. In this episode, Squidward hosts a talent show at the Krusty Krab.
  • Culture Shock is the first episode of Season One of the Sam & Max game series created by Telltale Games and published by GameTap.
  • Culture Shock ist eine Comic-Geschichte von Grant Morrison, die im August 1988 im Doctor Who Magazine erschien.
  • Culture Shock is the uncomfortable and often painful sensation caused by contact with culture for any length of time. The onset is usually sudden, and can affect anyone, even those who have been exposed to culture before. Risk factors include novels, theatre, cinema, all forms of music and even some comic books. It is frequently confused with other culture-related injuries, such as the sore feeling from having been sitting in the same uncomfortable seat for several hours. While this can be caused by prolonged exposure to Hamlet or Wagner's operas, the onset is more gradual and it can also have non-cultural causes, such as economy class air travel. Culture shock by contrast is more sudden and is caused only by culture.
  • "Culture Shock" is the first segment of the tenth episode of SpongeBob SquarePants.
  • The Blood Guard.. guards. Imposing figures in armor of purple steel, they stand impassive at the foot of the spiral stair, and in points around the room. Yet not all here is impassive faces and guard duty - replacing a torch in a sconsce on the west wall is the blackscale, Aeseyri, resplendent in the unmistakable glean of Argentite - the moonsilver glowing and flickering as the torch gutters. A heavy crossbow of horn and the same metal is on his back, his coils shifting and turning as he sets the torch above in place. A rather filthy and foul-smelling redhead sort of stumbles from the inner ring, steely grey eyes clouded with tears as they look around the entirely unfamiliar area. The girl is shaking as she walks, not seeming to be injured in any way. The emotion is quite clearly a form of shock, mingled with an uncertainty and laced with fear. Kallyn merely moves along, her legs seeming to go on some sort of autopilot yet at the same time threatening to drop the woman. Even though he's in argentite, Aes is not noticed. Would that Kallyn were. Unnoticed, that is. Instead, the blackscale turns at the sound of boot on stone, twisting, impossibly flexible - and then moving across the floor with a hiss of scale against stone, the jingle of mail. "I do not know you." A curious baritone - "You are different." Quick - fast as .. well.. a striking snake, he closes on her, circling her - if she does not step quickly, he'll surround her, personal space a nonexistant thing. Kallyn has seen an image of Aes's kind before, and knew of their existance, but the speed with which he approaches and the girl's current shock mingle in an unfavorable way. The girl squeals, attempting to back away from the Syladri and gripping hard on a katar she has been carrying. Regardless of whether or not there is snake tail in her way, she stumbles, landing on her rear and trying to back away, shaking harder. And crying harder. Her jaw moves as if to speak, but no words come out. Yet her rear doesn't land on stone. It.. lands on coils - an abrupt laugh, warm and low and excited - and the Syladris ... catches her, in coil and arms - "You musst be careful - the floor isss hard and cold and would hurt I think and .." He pauses. Sniff. Sniffsniff. "... you sssmell very bad." His nose wrinkles... and he holds his breath. "I've..." Kallyn stops trying to get away and tries to calm herself instead, "I've b-been... in the Imperial dungeons, for about a month..." She is still shaking and crying, "They wouldn't let me bathe, it's... I..." Her grip loosens on the katar, although the fear is still there and the girl starts babbling, "Can't... can't go back... h-home..." The crying worsens. Apparently she's had enough of what she's been going through. And Aeseyri just - for now, heedless of the smell, gathers the crying girl in his arms - yes. The argentite is cold, yes, he's careful not to crush her against it, and that makes it not the hug it should be, but, regarldless, the blackscale simply surrounds her, hissing softly, reassuring - "You are sssafe. I will not let anyone harm you. It isss warm here, and if you are lossst, you are ssstill sssafe." "I wanna go home..." Kallyn wraps her arms around Aes and plants her face on his armored shoulder, "I wanna see my family, I want to see Kael... and Meian and my other friends..." Full-out sobbing erupts from the redhead now, the katar being dropped to the ground, "I never hurt anyone, I'm n-not a bad person... why won't they let me go back home?" The syladris comforts her there, for a moment - hissing softly still - and then he simply reaches to pick up that blade... and then hoists /her/, scooping her up in strong arms .. not that it is much of a transition. Coils move away.. and she is carried. "I do not know. Hsss - all will be well; /her/ breath blowsss usss all asss we musst go - " His nose wrinkles - and even as he lifts her, he offers, with a touch of humor - "All will cssertainly feel better after you bathe, yesss?" That's more hopeful than it has a right to be. Entirely unfazed by the shift, Kallyn merely hangs onto the snake man. The bit about bathing actually manages to get a weak chuckle out of her, "Actually, that's not a half-bad idea. I feel about as bad as I smell..." A sniffle and she wipes her face, before looking Aes up and down, "You're... you're one of those... snake-people... Like the window of Tshepsi at Night's Edge..." "I remember mysssself asss Aessseyri." He offers her a bright smile - "You are in Tssshepsssi'sss home, though I do not think ssshe would welcome you. You really do ssssmell very bad." His.. teeth are pointed. Sharp. "it will be cold - we mussst go outssside. But it will not be far." And he starts for the door, the movement smooth, easy, strange .. and very swift. "The tresss are very nicsse here, and will not eat you." Very important information, that. Another chuckle, "I didn't think they would, but thank you for the reassurance." Kallyn manages a weak smile, "It's nice to meet you, Aeseyri, even under the circumstances. My name is Kallyn." The movement makes her yes widen a bit, and her stomach jump, "Light, you're... fast..." "Yesss - " Aes has that as a point of pride, apparently. "I am almossst fasster than whisssper but Keiressa isss fasster than me and it isss not fair becaussse she isss alwaysss sssneaking up on me but it isss alright." He actually laughs, lightly - the cold doesn't seem to trouble him in the slightest. "You are a Kallyn - it isss a good word for you." The Bathhouse Decadence made manifest, this bathhouse consists of a large, open chamber, built entirely of polished white marble. The center of the chamber features four pools of varying size and temperature, from the smallest, coolest pool, to the largest, warmest one. Flower petals float on the surface of the water, and gentle perfume mixes with the steam in the air, creating an irresistable atmosphere of calm and relaxation. The bathhouse's small staff, both human and Syladris, unobtrusively caters to the needs of their customers. Dressed entirely in white, they move around the edges of the room, bringing fruit and wine upon request, and bartering payment with customers as they depart. Massages, oils, and other luxuries are provided for those who are willing to pay their steep price. During most of the day, at least one musician is present, filling the bathhouse with soft harp music. The customers of the bathhouse are mostly Syladris, though a few humans can typically be found here in the evening. The baths are unisex, and of course, clothing is not allowed. The Syladris do not seem to mind, or even notice. Screens have been set up in the far corners of the room, allowing patrons to change with at least a bit of privacy. "I sss-erm, I see," Kallyn blushes, apparently already having listened to too much snakey speech. She seems to remember something and becomes rather grim, "You wouldn't happen to know how Taran Songbird is doing, would you? I heard he got hurt..." "He fell down a hole and isss now resssting and being very grouchy." Aeseyri ducks into a low building - into decadence personified. "Yessss - much better.. " Only after the door is pulled to does the blackscale say, softly - "I musst put you down - and then you will take off thossse thingsss?" Not that he moves to put her down yet. "Erm...," the redhead blushes again, more deeply, and looks around at the bathhouse. The lack of privacy (other than the changing screens in the corners) seems to make her a bit uncomfortable, "I, um..." He does set her down, then - "You are lucky I am not Keiresssa - ssshe would jussst throw you in." Aes grins, then - looking across to an attendant, gesturing the human wildlander woman over to help. "After you are well and your clothesss are clean I will take you to Sssandrim'sss home and you can resssst - I think it isss that he hasss eggsss? I think. I am not sssure." "S-Sandrim?" Kallyn brightens up a little bit, "I was wondering why I hadn't seen him around Northreach... Eggs?" The redhead looks confused at that, but merely shakes her head as if to forget it. Her legs don't seem too happy about regaining her weight, but the girl does manage to stay up, "Thank you, Aeseyri... Although I wouldn't recommend you approach other people that fast who've not met one of your kind before... Startled the Light right out of me, you did..." "Your eyesss did get very big, yesss.." Mischevious and bright - and Aeseyri starts helping with the whole clothing thing. "If you know thessse two, you are from the landsss behind the great Wall?" Kallyn takes a large step back and holds up a hand, "I threatened to remove the hand of the last person who tried to remove my clothes." She keeps a wary eye on Aes and then continues with the conversation, "Yes, I am from Fastheld... Not that it matters, I'm not..." Depressed again, "I'm not a citizen, anymore. They kicked me out tonight." Aes eyes her.. then shrugs. And - quite promptly moves to scoop her up - doing his best to hoist her over his shoulder a bit like a sack of potatoes. "Hey! you know, where I'm from people usually /ask/ before doing things like this!" Kallyn is caught between laughter and struggling as she's scooped up, "Put me down, I just don't like the idea of undressing in front of other people. I'm an Imperial, I was raised with a vague sense of propriety, now put me down, please." He carries her to the largest pool - the warmest one - and without much ceremony? Drops her in it. With a bright smile, the blackscale lowers himself to be 'laying' on the edge of the pool, tailtip twitching - he's keeping an eye on her, yes, but there's a point being made. Kallyn pops her head out of the water and sputters a bit, wiping the water from her face. She looks at Aes for a bit, then down at herself, and starts laughing, "Well, my clothes needed to be washed anyway..." She pulls up the sopping wet pouch from her hip and tosses it to the edge of the pool, apparently unconcerned for whatever was in it. And then the cloak is given the same treatment, followed by a signet ring and her shoes. Trousers and blouse? They remain on, "So what exactly was that for, anyway?" "You are not leaving until you are clean." Aes sniffs, peering across at her, head propped on hands. "If it will make you feel better, I will bathe with you. I am very good at wassshing hair." He winks. "If you asssk them, they will clean your clothing - and I will take care of the barter, yesss? Be /clean/, Kallyn - and I will come and get you sssoon, yesss?"
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