It's very, very cold out here. The air is thin, the sky is dark, and everything in sight is covered in snow. Off in the distance, a thin beam of light pierces the sky.
The person is now yelling. He's not obviously yelling at Blai, nor is he obviously angry with Blai, but he is yelling. He does not seem to treat the symbol as an important aspect of the situation.
He gets up, starts pacing, wipes up the water on the floor, and eventually stops whatever rant this is. He opens the door and yells something less rant-like and more directed.
Shortly afterwards, metal book guy is back.
Metal book guy gives a friendly wave and gestures for Blai to head back with him to the large room that had the cookies.
He points to himself and says "Chris Clement".
Blai points to himself too. (He took off his coat but he's still got the chainmail.) "Select Blai Artigas."
Chris makes an expansive gesture at the room around them. "Scott-Amundsen Station."
He re-opens the metal book, pokes at it, and brings up the same map. He points to a spot at the bottom. "Scott-Amundsen Station."
Chris gets out a pencil and draws a rough airplane shape on a corner of paper napkin, then tears it off and holds it up near the screen near some other spot, and moves it towards the bottom center of the map. "Chris flies to Scott-Amundsen Station."
Now it is Blai's turn with the pencil and the rest of the paper napkin.
Is that a - bird? He's got a giant bird? Sure, that might as well happen.
Is there a way to convey through facial expression alone that he can answer this question but he knows full well that the answer sucks? He'll do his best and then he will crudely draw the snake monster. And himself facing it with his mace, though he's basically a stick figure with a holy symbol and a slightly misshapen stick.
Everyone here is kind of yelling with their faces compared to what he may be used to, but he can perhaps also yell with his face.
Now Chris is yelling with his face that, yeah, the answer does suck.
He goes to get an empty cup, keeping an eye on Blai the whole time. He gestures expectantly at Blai and the cup.
Chris is not nearly as shocked as the other person was, but he still looks pretty befuddled, though he's also trying to act appreciative.
He sticks a bit of paper in the water and sniffs it and dips his finger in but doesn't drink any.
Chris shows Blai a flag on the metal book and also draws it on another napkin. (He doesn't have any hatching scheme for indicating colors, he just draws a box and draws stars in it without any shading and fills in some of the stripes with a vague squiggle.) The flag has some relation to Chris and Scott-Amundsen Station.
Would Blai like to draw anything else on a napkin?
Statement not really directed at Blai. Book poking.
It is now showing a few pictures – a fancy looking bed, a pot of food, and what might be a weird toilet.
"Select Blai Artigas?" Chris asks, gesturing at the book.
He does not especially need any of the - oh, he'll tap the pot, he can use his Create Food if they'll get him some dishes.
Chris grabs a small plate and a thing in a colorful package and unwraps it and puts it on the plate. It looks like some kind of oat biscuit, maybe.
He says something to himself with a contemplative expression, grabs another thing in the same packaging, unwraps it to reveal a matching biscuit, takes a bite, and sets the bitten biscuit on the plate next to the untouched one.
He then holds the plate out to Blai.
No, that's not what he meant. ...will they let him rummage in the cupboards for pots and plates.
Plates it is. He spreads them out on the table, leaves some clear space for some bread bowls and such because without a few big pots he cannot get a whole casting's worth on just these plates, and makes sure no one looks imminently about to interrupt before he starts the casting.