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Oct 28, 2021 9:58 AM
an amentan lands in the bobbiverse
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In the middle of several acres of carefully tended groves, gardens, and fields, there is a large, carefully tended mansion, currently housing thirty-seven people. It stands at about a hundred feet wide, a hundred feet long, and two stories high; the two stories are connected by internal and external ramps, running upwards along the left side and downwards along the right, and not by stairs.

On the second story there is a woman, learning how to play some sort of bizarre stringed instrument, sitting alone.

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There appears a person with a mop of marmalade-colored curls, who is very confused and alarmed.

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The stringed-instrument-playing woman is also very confused and alarmed! After a few moments she sets down her instrument onto a nearby table, picks up a glass of water, and pours it on top of her head.

... when this fails to make the spontaneously appearing person go away, she says something hesitant sounding and incomprehensible. 

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Marmalade visitor replied equally incomprehensibly, sounding a touch hysterical.

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She pulls her hair back so that it’ll drip water onto her clothing and not her eyes, and tries to poke their shoulder.

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Marmalade visitor yelps, but seems perfectly solid and warm and everything.

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She flinches back from the yelp and sits back down.

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Marmalade visitor revolves slowly on the spot, looking around at everything in the room, shaking a little.

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There are four brick walls; almost all of the bricks have been individually painted with small scenes or landscapes or portraits, in a wide variety of styles, and it’s a bit visually overwhelming. There’s a window overlooking a very pretty garden, a copper-colored door with a brass handle, a table stacked with miscellaneous foreign looking objects, a chair with an (alien, brunette) woman in it, and several houseplants.

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Marmalade visitor attempts to get ahold of herself. Takes some deep breaths. Looks at the brown-alien and points at herself and says, "Nuta."

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The brown-alien points at herself, says “Patayeni”, and then follows up with a word containing click consonants too odd to properly transcribe, a short, hummed tune, and a complex gesture.

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Nuta shakes her head, pauses mid-gesture to realize that this behavior might not translate, and then shrugs helplessly in case that does.

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Patayeni seems to find this basically comprehensible as a way of conveying incomprehension, and she starts pointing at objects in the room and labeling them. Clicks and other unusual consonants fail to reappear in her vocabulary.

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Nuta tries to transliterate this so she can take notes on her pocket everything.

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There are only eleven consonants and five vowels; it should be fairly easy to transliterate.

... Patayeni fails to really register their pocket everything at first but she eventually pauses in the impromptu language lesson to stare at it curiously.

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...Nuta turns it around so Patayeni can see the screen.

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... she stares at it for a slightly awkward amount of time and then continues producing words.

Does Nuta follow along if Patayeni starts using the painted scenes on the bricks to name other phenomenon, starting with ‘fire’?

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Nuta can mostly figure that out, yes.

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Then they can probably get through a decent amount of vocabulary!

When Patayeni runs out of obvious things to name she sits down on the floor and starts crying.

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Nuta has no idea what to do about that! She winces, says incomprehensible alien things, edges toward the door.

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Patayeni’s response to that is: more crying! 

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Nuta will attempt to let herself out of the room!

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This can be accomplished pretty trivially!

Now she’s in another room, with unpainted brick walls, a couch, and a person who looks away from their - hexagonal pocket everything? - and blinks at her curiously. 

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...Nuta waves, trying to look nonthreatening.

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They quirk a smile and wave back.

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Nuta continues until they find someone who can notice that she's not supposed to be here and isn't crying and has any protocols for this at all!

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