This is not Idaia's closet.
It's something weird.
That could be either a really good thing or a really bad thing.
She probably wasn't going to succeed at what she needed to succeed at anyway; worth the gamble.
She steps inside.
This is not Idaia's closet.
It's something weird.
That could be either a really good thing or a really bad thing.
She probably wasn't going to succeed at what she needed to succeed at anyway; worth the gamble.
She steps inside.
Oh, right! Appliances. They work a lot like the versions she's used to, it turns out; not exactly but fairly close.
Anything from the fridge or in the cupboards that doesn't have someone's name on it.
Well, there isn't any wine in the fridge, but Idaia knows someone who's got wine hidden in their room and would be willing to donate some in exchange for some of the result.
It is theoretically a dry campus and asking random people about wine is probably not the best idea ever but most people'll turn a blind eye.
What is it in--calling it "your" world seems vaguely inaccurate and calling it anti-science-world seems insulting, we should think of a name for it.
Materia. It's in routine contact for various purposes with other planes - all also anti-science - but the one regular people live on is called the prime material plane. And eighteen but it's really easy to get an exemption for a variety of reasons.
Partial nonhuman ancestry - the laws are outright different for some nonhumans - religious reasons, fae curses.
I can think of exactly one religion that requires the consumption of alcohol, and that's literally a sip once a week, the law doesn't apply to that.
I guess excepting a specific ceremonial use would work, just not how it works in the Imperium.
I think it's less a specific ceremonial thing and more a parental consent thing? Like, the law doesn't apply to if your parents want to let you have a glass of wine at a family dinner, and if you're an underage member of a religion your parents usually approve.