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In the middle of self-recriminations about preparing stupid spells, Blai appears in a cemetery.
It's dark, so it takes him a Light spell to notice that it's a cemetery, but while the range of headstone styles is unfamiliar the spacing and the inscriptions give it away. It doesn't look super actively haunted, so it's not an emergency, but he keeps one hand on his holy symbol and one on his mace as he picks his way across the grounds, looking for buildings or something.
With assistance, for now.
With the door firmly shut, Eliza gets in the other side and says, "An important safety measure in transit widgets: the seatbelt." When she's sure she has Blai's attention she demonstrates pulling it from its housing by the door, extending it long enough, and then clicking the tongue into the holder. "I can help you with yours if you need me to. The idea is that transit widgets go at such appalling speeds that if they hit something, everyone inside gets thrown around pretty badly; the seatbelt ensures that you have a much less rattly and injurious time of it if that happens. In the course of normal operation they do not hit anything but we like to be prepared for things to go wrong."
"Some people find travel by transit widget mildly nauseating, but I've never experienced this effect myself so I can't tell you much about it," she mentions.
"An expensive intervention to become more comfortable is often not worth it; a cheap intervention often is; I like to find out which ones are which just in case."
The transit widget rolls to a stop, in front of a house noticeably larger than Chris's. Rupert glances back and asks a question as he unlatches his seatbelt.
Agreeable noises.
"Rupert says you can have a cup of ginger tea to settle your stomach when we get inside."
"I appreciate that." Opening the door proves easier than closing it. Then he has to close it again once he's outside the car, of course.
It does not really feel correct to shove miracles of Azlant this hard but he will upcalibrate his attempt based on having seen it done and get it closed this time.
Despite the fact that they're hardly more than a few steps behind him getting into the house, he has somehow already put the kettle on by the time they arrive.
He says a few things and then gestures invitingly to his comfortable living room furniture and leaves the room.
Blai takes a seat and gets out the more disposable copy of the Acts. "Is he going to want a Share Language?"
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