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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[inourhead]

She follows him, apparently convinced that he does know where to go from here. "What?" she inquires.

[unblinkered]

So...

He could call up Gloria and see if she's figured something out.

Or... he could drive her down to Rutgers-Newark's physics department, get their people started on figuring her out. 'In addition to, if not instead of'... that's what Gloria said, right?

He sits in the driver's seat. "We go school- not Gloria school. Person try... send? Send Pyay Nloggy."

[inourhead]

She blinks at him, then either gives up on understanding or figures out enough of what he said to get along with, and gets in the car.

[unblinkered]

He gets on the road. He makes sure his phone is on- it's been a while, Gloria might call at any time. Though... he doesn't know how long it takes to explain this kind of situation to child services.

Speaking of child services... oh, hell. Seatbelts. He stops and pulls over.

"Pyay- need 'seatbelt'. Seatbelt safe." He points out the seatbelt and plug thing, then demonstrates his own seatbelt.

[inourhead]

"Seatbelt what?"

Apparently she doesn't know that word.

[unblinkered]

"Seatbelt-" he reaches back, pulls out the seatbelt on the seat next to her, and points to it. Then plugs it in, unplugs it with the button- to make sure she doesn't think it's some sort of... trap, or restraint- and then points out her seatbelt again. "Seatbelt."

[inourhead]

She does not seem to like the seatbelt. "No," she says.

[unblinkered]

He gives her a look.

He drives on some, pulls off the main road, finds a roomy parking lot, and accelerates a bit- then hits the brakes.

"Seatbelt."

[inourhead]

She puts her seatbelt on.

[unblinkered]

He stifles a laugh, and gets back on the road. Signs indicate that the campus is coming up in a couple of miles.

[inourhead]

She goes over her notes in the car. She looks queasy. She reaches for a mouse. She ceases to look queasy.

[unblinkered]

He looks over and observes this. He notices himself being surprised, then stops himself from being surprised because this isn't actually out of line with what sorts of things she can do, and then-

No, wait. Hold it. Carsickness? In a world with no cars? Not only is queasiness not a quantity- it's a disruption of a very particular system that he wouldn't expect to generalize to mice- even if this were a designed technology, he wouldn't expect it to have a function for transferring something they'd never have to...

Well, no. Carsickness could be a general case of "upset stomach" or somesuch that they'd have prepared...

Max sighs. If she could understand him, he would have so many questions about this business. He supposes the people are Rutgers will be able to figure this out for him.

[inourhead]

Pyay is oblivious to his inner monologue. She looks out the window and watches things go by.

[unblinkered]

They arrive at the Rutgers campus. "Here, school," he says- forgetting whether or not she knows "here". Or if she knows "hear" instead, that's going to be no fun to deal with. Homophones.

He begins driving slowly, scanning the building signage for something about a Department of Physics. There's no "Department of Magic", but the physics or chemistry people are likely to have the kind of precision equipment that might be useful for observing her magic at work.

[inourhead]

"What?"

Apparently she doesn't know enough of the two words to make out what he means.

[unblinkered]

Ah, there it is- he starts looking for a parking space.

She doesn't know "here" then- so, he... points at the building and says "school". He told her "school" earlier, right? Or was that "building"? Crap.

[inourhead]

"Skuul," she repeats.

[unblinkered]

He finds a parking spot- there's a meter, it's pricey, but this is important- and stops the car. He unbuckles his seatbelt, and looks over at Pyay to see if she understands the unlocking mechanism.

[inourhead]

She undoes her seatbelt. And opens the door.

[unblinkered]

Oh, good. She's got the hang of it, then.

He leads her up to the door of- Smith Hall, it looks like. There's some receptionist, or something, behind a window in the front.

"Excuse me- this is the physics department building, right? I need some help figuring out who to talk to about something unusual."

Turning to Pyay: "Pyay, Earth no mweelsrow- school... 'study' mweelsrow."

[inourhead]

"Something unusual like what?" asks the receptionist.

"What?" asks Pyay, sighing. "School what muilsroo?"

[unblinkered]

How to... oh!

"Pyay- Pyay 'study' English, school 'study' mweelsrow."

"Something unusual like... probably magic. Or extremely advanced nanotechnology. Or something like that. This girl here does something really strange."

[inourhead]

"Oh yeah?" says the receptionist skeptically.

"Sohng English," mutters Pyay.

[unblinkered]

"Yes, 'oh yeah'- this is definitely an oh-yeah kind of situation. I've done some tests. This isn't a prank."

And...

"Song English? Wait- Pyay... Song... when...?" He turns to the receptionist: "She, uh, doesn't speak English, I've been trying to teach her- has some weird thing going on with her language, has two names. Not the important part."

[inourhead]

"Sohng English," repeats Pyay. "Pyay - mouse, muilsroo."

"So what does she do?" ask the receptionist. "...Mouse? What's with the, are those live mice, what."