what in the longdark spitting-pit is that

[inourhead]

This was a bad idea this was a bad idea this was a bad idea.

Holly runs as fast as she can but the demon's faster. She has no idea where Lightning's gotten to; maybe he found a tree to climb. She on the other hand has been diverted into a treeless hill and she's careening down a slope, trying very hard not to trip.

And the demon's gaining on her.

She's never seen anything like it and neither has Crystal; maybe Book knows what it is but Book's asleep. It's mostly mouth - it looks like a cross between a floorlength mirror of a mouth and a snake to propel the mouth along.

And Holly's not fast enough.

The mouth catches her.





But it doesn't hurt.

Where are we?

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with Minus (kappa)

with Mark (kappa)

with Max (Benedict)

in Terraria (kappa)

with Emma (Marri)

with Erin (Rockeye)

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[follow_the_leader]

"...I'm going to assume that means thank you, because that makes me feel better," Emma declares. Then, to Crystal-Pyay, "You're welcome. Glad you like it."

She will be polite even when incomprehensible.

[joy_in_laughter]

"What, no credit for meeee?"

[follow_the_leader]

"It's still our pie!"

[inourhead]

Crystal-Pyay looks between the other girls, uncomprehending but apparently picking up on the tone.

[joy_in_laughter]

Jenny points at Emma and sticks her tongue out.

[follow_the_leader]

Emma mimes shaking an angry fist in response. It is not terribly convincing, because she and Alli are both convulsed with giggles at the sight of Jenny's blueberry-tinted tongue.

[inourhead]

Hee hee hee!

[follow_the_leader]

Emma finishes her pie without much delay. Jenny has the best ideas sometimes. She and Jenny do the dishes, put them back, and then it is time for her to be actually-asleep, rather than fake-asleep-while-really-sneaking-into-the-kitchen.

She gets hugs from her friends then looks at Crystal-Pyay. She points at herself, then mimes sleeping on her hands. She repeats the gestures for her departing friends. Bedtime for sleepy, pie-eating people.

[inourhead]

Crystal-Pyay looks - pitying? Something along those lines. "Emma, Emma," she sighs, dispensing with further elaboration since Emma couldn't understand any of it. Then she looks thoughtful and (carefully, nonthreateningly) takes Emma's hand, leading her back to the room she was given, with the bag and the mice. Some of the mice are awake.

[follow_the_leader]

Well, now Emma is confused, but she follows along readily enough. Does the girl need something in her room, maybe?

[inourhead]

A mouse, apparently. She peers into the cage. Some of the mice are awake. Still holding Emma's hand, she reaches in, pokes the liveliest mouse (it's eating a bit of a large chunk of bread that has been left in the cage), and -

Emma's not tired anymore.

The girl lets her hand go and grins.

[follow_the_leader]

Emma is now extremely awake!

And extremely confused. But tragically for her, she has no way to ask about this. She can just be confused.

She looks at the mouse, which is now sleeping, then at her hand, then at Crystal Pyay. (And then repeats this a few times.)

...nope. Still no idea what just happened.

It is, in the realm of the crazy magic she has encountered, harmless. And arguably helpful. But... what.

She decides not to worry about it. She's awake now. What does she do now? She has- hours and hours, she's usually asleep now.

Well- being able to ask about it would help.

She makes reading and writing gestures, then points at herself and Crystal-Pyay, then makes a questioning expression.

She wants to be able to ask about things. And that means vocabulary lessons.

[inourhead]

Crystal-Pyay peers into her bag theatrically, mimes writing, throws up her hands helplessly: she doesn't have pen and paper.

[follow_the_leader]

Emma laughs, and points down the hall. There's writing implements back in the library, in the desk with the map on it, if Crystal-Pyay will follow her.

[inourhead]

Crystal-Pyay will follow her.

And then look expectantly at Emma; apparently she'd rather learn the local language than teach her own.

[follow_the_leader]

Well, they've already begun this. So Emma writes down all the words they've already gone over (it's a fairly short list so far, thankfully) and then hands the supplies to Crystal-Pyay. She points to the first word. "Bag," she reads, and then looks expectantly at Crystal-Pyay, so she can mark down her own word. Emma doesn't need to learn the language, necessarily, but Crystal-Pyay probably wants some way to remember what is what.

[inourhead]

Crystal-Pyay writes two things in her own language, actually, in neatly spaced columns. "Bag," she repeats back, strongly accented but understandable Welchin. She hands back the pen.

[follow_the_leader]

Emma runs down the list she's already written, repeating pronunciations. When they finish, she can start on other words; this is, handily enough, a library full of books, occasionally with helpful pictures.

[inourhead]

That's indeed very helpful! Soon Crystal-Pyay has a vocabulary of variously pronounceable nouns.

[follow_the_leader]

Once Emma has gone through basic nouns, she decided to attempt basic verbs. Starting with mime-able things, because she is lazy. Things like eat, walk, sit, sleep.

[inourhead]

Crystal-Pyay seems to find 'sleep' worthy of giggling, but appears to have a word for it, or at least fills in both columns next to the word with her own strange characters.

[follow_the_leader]

Once they've gone over come, go, and Emma thinks Crystal-Pyay probably gets it she points at Crystal-Pyay. Then she says "come", and then points to the ground, and then makes as confused a face as she can possibly manage.

[inourhead]

"Tlaaaah," says Crystal-Pyay, shrugging, unhappy, also confused.

[follow_the_leader]

Well, a confused face isn't encouraging. She'll try again when they have more vocabulary.

So, as long as Crystal-Pyay is humoring her- more vocabulary it is.

(Emma is a little bit of a language nerd. This is, when not mind-bogglingly strange and unexpected and occasionally frustrating, rather a lot of fun.)

[inourhead]

Crystal-Pyay doesn't seem to be having as much fun as all that, but she studies doggedly. Prepositions. Conjunctions! (She confirms that "roooom" means "and".) Numbers. And -

"More mouse?" she says, when she's learned to say "more". "Mouse" was one of the original noun. "Sleep."