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?

----


with Minus (kappa)

with Mark (kappa)

with Max (Benedict)

in Terraria (kappa)

with Emma (Marri)

with Erin (Rockeye)

Comments

[inourhead]

"I no sleep," says Sohng.

"Well, I don't know, but she's obviously misunderstood somehow," says Gloria.

[unblinkered]

"Well, hang on, let's take this at face value... does she know 'why'?" He looks at Song- "Why you no sleep?"

[inourhead]

"Mouse sleep," says Sohng. "Pyay sleep mouse."

[unblinkered]

His eyes widen. "Pyay sleep..." He raises his hands and mimes the swap-magic motion as before. "Pyay... Nloggy word, sleep to mouse?"

[inourhead]

"Yes."

[unblinkered]

"That is... really convenient." He's going to have to find out what the limits of this are- so far, it can change chalk colors, turn food into other food, and now... sleep is a process, not a property- tiredness is... so she'd be more... moving awakeness, energy, from the mouse to herself... but even with a whole bagful, that wouldn't be enough energy to...

"Nloggy word for...?" He asks, repeating the gesture.

[inourhead]

"Muilsroo."

[unblinkered]

"Mweelsrow. Okay."

He looks to Gloria.

"So, she doesn't need to sleep, but she can't stay here... and everyone else needs to sleep, so she could still use a residence of some kind. Does she... know 'home', or 'house', or something like that?"

[inourhead]

"I'm not entirely sure if she recognized the pictures of houses - we don't know where she comes from, she hasn't even grown up on American TV like the rest of the kids -"

Sohng is flipping through her notes. "More mouse?" she asks.

[unblinkered]

Did she mishear as... "More- no, no mouse- house, hhhh."

He looks for- finds- a picture of a house, in a book- "House"- and then gestures around himself, at the building. "House."

[inourhead]

Sohng shakes her head and gets out her mouse cage.

Most of the mice in it appear to be dead. Three are plausibly just asleep.

"More mouse," she says.

[unblinkered]

Oh.

"Uh... where... dead, does that sleep thing kill... who sells... bulk... pet store would ask questions, and the truth would... if they believed us, they'd hardly let her buy mice just to..."

He turns to Song and shrugs.

[inourhead]

"They... sell mice to feed to snakes," says Gloria dubiously.

"More mouse," repeats Sohng.

[unblinkered]

"Dead ones, mostly. I don't think... those would work, if she can't put her sleep in those dead ones there."

He asks Song... wait, no.

"We need to ask... if she can do it to things other than mice. Does she know 'only'? 'Pyay only mweelsrow sleep mouse?'"

[inourhead]

"She doesn't know only -" Gloria finds a book with animals in it. She flips to a page with a rabbit. "Rabbit. Pyay sleep rabbit?"

"Rabbit big," says Sohng. "Mouse small -" She pats the sides of the mouse cage under her bag. "- small. More mouse?"

[unblinkered]

Well, fine. She can just face the facts.

"...No more mouse. Pyay sleep?"

[inourhead]

"No."

[unblinkered]

"Is it... can't sleep, or won't sleep? How do we ask-" and then he remembers she knows 'why'- "-wait, no. Duh."

"Why no sleep?"

[inourhead]

"Mm - tlaa, riis -"

"English," prompts Gloria.

She looks annoyed. "You sleep?" she asks.

"Yes," Gloria says, "I sleep, he sleeps, we sleep."

"Why?"

[unblinkered]

"All people- Earth- we sleep. No mweelsrow, no mweelsrow sleep to mice."

She just, what, doesn't want to waste eight hours every day? Max can't blame her, but she seems more insistent than that would imply.

[inourhead]

"No tlaa," she murmurs.

"English," says Gloria.

"No English, no tlaa - no tlaa - no eat sleep person -"

[unblinkered]

Tlaa- that was what she called...? He goes through some of the old papers, and finds her drawing of the snake thing.

"Tlaa? Tlaa eat sleeping person?"

[inourhead]

"No -" She picks up another pen, draws more assorted monsters and one amorphous slightly stippled cloud. "Tlaa," she says, pointing at the snake, and, "tlaa," she repeats, pointing at each subsequent monster and the blob. "Klaon," she adds of the blob. "Klaon eat sleep person. No klaonso?"

[unblinkered]

"No clown, no clowns, no tlaa... no thing eat sleep person. No thing eat person. Sleep is safe."

Christ, people get eaten by clowns, where she's from? Probably... it probably just means 'monster', it's another language, but... Max recalls a Simpsons episode. 'Can't sleep, clown will eat me...'

[inourhead]

"Mmm."

She thinks, tapping pen to desk, then shrugs and says, "No more mouse, sleep. Why no more mouse?"