what in the longdark spitting-pit is that

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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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[unblinkered]

Max breathes a sigh of relief. His two immediate practical problems have been solved. The next thing he needs to do is find out...

Well, the next thing he needs to do is mail in that Randi Prize application. Then, as regards finding things out... finding out how mweelsrow works, finding out what Kweengow is, finding out how people can move between Kweengow and Earth, finding out if there are other places, finding out how there are other places... he should start making a list.

Trevor, meanwhile, grabs a sizable stack of unused flyers for some theatrical performance from a nearby shelf. "We sleep, you muilsroo paper to food. Not good food, good food..." He peeks at Sohng's glossary. Is there anything in there that looks like it might be "money"...?

[inourhead]

Apparently money has not yet been covered.

"Neeh - no good food," says Pyay, taking the flyers and flipping through them. "Mm -" She makes a small pinching gesture. "No good."

[unblinkered]

Trevor groans. "No good? Gah, um... be right back." He leaves the room, presumably to find something usable as food.

Max looks over at the glossary- and indeed, nothing to do with money as far as he can tell. "Pyay- or, Song- in Kweengow, where food? People get food...?"

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Sohng flips through the glossary. "Tree food," she eventually says, "rabbit food, uh..." Handwave, handwave. "Muilsroo food no good, no -" She makes a face, sticking out her tongue. "And, muilsroo bad, food bad, and -" She mimes sickness, clutching her abdomen. "Pyay good muilsroo, but, no muilsroo food good good."

[unblinkered]

Max rubs his forehead. "So... we'll need to feed her actual food... and explain money to her, somehow, and... supermarkets? So she knows why getting food is difficult. How do you explain currency to someone who doesn't use it?"

[inourhead]

"We don't know that she doesn't use it," Victoria points out. "We just don't know what she calls it, what it looks like, or the most accessible way to refer to it."

[unblinkered]

Max nods. "Hm... still annoying to figure out, yes. We don't know what a typical transaction looks like, to draw a comparison to- I tried asking where she gets food, and... either she misunderstood, or money isn't typically used to buy food in Kweengow."

Trevor can be seen outside the window, retrieving something from his car.

[inourhead]

"Or she doesn't know how to say 'buy', and-or she thought you were asking where besides magic food can come from and she's saying she'd eat a rabbit and fruit grows on trees."

[unblinkered]

"Hm."

Max turns to Sohng. "Food- Kweengow- Earth, tree food, rabbit food... but... people get food..."

And then he remembers- she's seen him use money. The pet store, he bought mice. He points at her cage.

"Mice- I buy mice, I gave person 'money'-" He opens his wallet to show her- "-and person gave me mice. People buy food, person give people money, people give person food."

[inourhead]

"Oh! Kuigao people buy food, yes. Money, suns."

[unblinkered]

"Right, okay, so..."

...And he realizes that this hardly helps the situation- he can't say he doesn't have enough money to buy her food, and even if he could explain that he'd rather not strain his wallet by offering to feed her... he's not sure she'd be sympathetic, considering her state of emergency.

Trevor picks this moment to come in the door, bearing several items. Half of a cinderblock, a stick, a large pair of fuzzy dice, and... a pizza? No, a pizza box containing several pizzas worth of uneaten crusts.

"You don't eat the crusts? Isn't that a waste?"

Trevor glares at Max. "No. I don't usually eat the crusts."

[inourhead]

Their extradimensional visitor investigates this largesse. She takes the cinderblock and the stick, seems bemused by the fuzzy dice, and peers into the pizza box and reaches for a crust but looks to Trevor as though for confirmation. "Food?"

[unblinkered]

Trevor shrugs. "Food, yes. Not good food, but... more good than mweelsroo food?"

[inourhead]

She deciphers this sentence, then says, "Yes. Water?"

[unblinkered]

"Gah- uh, right." He grabs a large cup of soda from a nearby desk and finishes it off, then steps just outside the door to clean and refill it in the water fountain. He hands the cup of water to Sohng.

[inourhead]

She takes it and pulls a little sponge out of her bag, dips it into the water, squeezes it until the small amount of water is evenly distributed in the sponge, then picks up a pizza crust and somewhat de-stales it by this mechanism. Munch munch.

"It kind of says something that she'd rather eat pizza crusts than do her thing to the cinder block," says Victoria. "Poor kid."

[unblinkered]

"So... that ought to be enough food for one night, right? She's all set to stay here, once you've got to go home for the night?"

Max grabs his bag and zips it up impatiently- and then realizes he'd probably benefit from staying as long as the two linguists are here. He puts it down on a sofa on the other side of the room.

[inourhead]

"I mean... yeah, I suppose," says Victoria. "There's pretty limited trouble she can get up to in here and she doesn't seem like a troublemaker."

[unblinkered]

That appears to be enough for Max. He takes a seat on the sofa and withdraws his laptop computer. He has some ideas for crowdsourcing get-rich quick schemes...

Trevor, meanwhile, opens to a blank page in his notebook. "So, the two-people thing... they keep switching off, right? There's probably something in the language that denotes which one of them is talking, or it'd get confusing. Do you think we should look for it in pronouns, verb conjugation... something else?"

[inourhead]

"I'd guess pronouns, but I'm not positive they'd bother to mark it," says Victoria. "Why should they, if it's a usual thing? People who know them well enough can probably tell and she never looks confused enough for there to be zero internal knowledge exchange so I bet with other people it doesn't tend to matter very much."

[unblinkered]

"I'm not sure I buy that," Trevor replies. "She bothered to correct that guy a couple times when he called her by the wrong name, and seemed pis- uh, upset about it- like she expected him to be able to tell. If it's not marked explicitly in the language, there might be some other cue we're missing. If there's people in her world paired together, who aren't so easily told apart, they'd need something like that..."

He flips through his notes, looking for something.

"...but then, we don't know whether it's even important to tell people apart, for them. We don't know how these pairs function, culturally. Hard to make assumptions."

[inourhead]

"And we only have one of them to interview. Almost anything could be a personal quirk."

Pyay noms pizza crusts.

[unblinkered]

Max appears to be figuring out how to make a post on Reddit- he'll pose his situation as an idle hypothetical, and take advantage of people trying to show off their cleverness. He is, however, stuck on the registration page.

Trevor puts down his notes. "Gah- okay, we need to... we've got the sounds and alphabet, that's good... where do we want to go from here, though? Usually I'd start asking about pronouns and useful prepositions, but we don't know if they even have grammar terminology, much less how to ask about how their parts of speech work."

[inourhead]

"I wish there was a way to get a good read on how much she's picking up by sheer immersion. She can probably understand more of what we're saying than she knows how to respond to, if nothing else from tone of voice," Victoria says.

[unblinkered]

"We... could try something like that- say sentences, ask her to try to translate into her language and draw a picture. We could get a read on what she's absorbed and collect some vocabulary, that way, although it'd be time-consuming."