Cam catches a summons while he's in the middle of Atriama. He's seen it before, it's fine.
"Is there anything unwise about using 'chucking things off the edge' as a method of garbage disposal that isn't already encompassed by it being unwise to leave the edge accessible in the long run?"
"How convenient. Do any of you want to come - I don't know if it's wise, I'm going to check for environmental hazards, but you could stay in the shuttle if it's too hot or something."
"Okay. See you later!" Cat food, scritches, and off into the shuttle.
"Do we want to bring nearly all of me or should I mostly file out?" asks the closest Felicity of the twenty-plus in the shuttle.
"Uh, hm. Do you have anywhere else to... go. You've kind of been hanging out in the shuttle all the time."
"No, not really. If there was another camper I would mind it being a little cramped less than with bodies that weren't mine? And if you give me some jackets I would probably be fine staying partially outside, unless it rains."
"I shall whip up another camper for you, one moment." He computer-aided-designs a cozy little barracks on wheels; it's about double decker height in total and includes a small sitting room for any of her that don't care to be lying down at any given moment. "Look good?"
"Looks great! - Also could I please have a radio flatdisk player and the four most recent Céline Daaé albums."
"Sure thing." He puts one under the sitting room table in the design, and presuming there are no more last minute requests, instantiates the barracks-on-wheels.
She wakes up her sleeping selves and starts to file over.
The remainder (Tangerine, one of the four-armed ones) declares, "It's lovely! Or, well, given the constraints, obviously. A perfectly adequate felicityper."
After he works that out he laughs. And they can go fly off the edge of the world to the nearest settleable-looking cavern.
"One thing to note is that your version of 'English' is missing some direction words that ours has that might be helpful when all of the options are already both south and down," she mentions on the way. "We use west and east instead of 'clockwise' and 'counterclockwise' - which seem a bit of an asymmetric mouthful to me but as you like it - but those are only for relative positioning. So adon is the direction that we've assigned to point up on all the maps - it's where the sun rises on the first of the month - and then there are cortal, aset, and fital, going around starting to the left as seen from above."
Tangerine has brought along a computer and pulls up a map thereon; she points at the top of it. "Here. And one week in it rises here," point to the left, "halfway through here," the bottom, "and three weeks in here," the right. "Completing a full spirograph every fourct - or thirty-two - days."
"How elegant." He starts trying to model this on his own computer to produce a cute little animation; it'll take a while to get all the way to the edge of the world and down a ways.
"So, I don't know if there are any land masses you prefer to be closer or farther away from but that's a consideration. And for now we probably want to do a lap anyways to check out different caverns as a shortcut to see what the city will be like at different times of the month."
"Lap sounds like a good idea. I don't know how much settlement patterns match what I expect, is there a big chunk of worthless desert in the middle of this one?" He pokes not-Australia.
". . . I don't know if there's a material difference or whether we just have different cultural norms around thinking about the usefulness of land."
"I mean, it's useful nowadays on my planet too but it did want some magical intervention to get that way, it wasn't worthwhile to develop before that. There were previously people living in the area but only very sparsely."
"So it might be a good place to set up near, lots of room to build shuttle stations and suchlike."