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The wilderness here adjoins a road, with a bus trundling one way or the other every five minutes, and a moped or truck less often than that. White chevrons indicate which way each lane of traffic is to go; there's a sidewalk, with a railing, but it doesn't look like it sees much use.
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Seems like a valuable category of thing for Lornell to practice. "Would you want an unbroken this," point "if I tried to do all the ordering steps?"
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"Great!" First Lornell is going to . . . look for a label? Or check any label that they already came across for brand and model information.
The plastic casing on the outside of the machine is stamped Alldry Catbox - Shorthaired Batear. (Local knowledge informs Lornell that the shorthaired batear is a kind of cat and that in context that's probably the model of catbox produced by brand Alldry.)
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That's a start! Do any forms make themselves evident if Lorn types that into the computer along with some keywords that're broadly the sort of thing Chirun would intuit as appropriate although not necessarily the exact same ones he would have chosen?
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"Oh, I'm sorry." Headaches are bad enough when you can get rid of them as soon as you notice them. "It can wait till later, or I can bring you the laptop to fill out the payment information while I run outside to check the address?"
"Computer might automatically fill in my paynumber, you want the one that ends in 55, you can bring it over for me to fingerprint. Address is," yawn, "Loza, Perqua, Upper Pond, Curl Road #70, Waterhill Apartments, Chirun."
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Aaaa there's someone physically suffering right there in a way that Lornell's presence doesn't automatically fix. They head into their room so their thinking calisthenics won't bother Chirun.
Lefthandstand: There's got to be so much suffering in this world, all the time, and Lornell can't do anything directly about it. People are dying, in pain, in the presence of other people, just because they can't fix themselves. Probably at some point someone is going to do this in front of Lornell? Or at least be in significant pain, if they've only been here this long and already there's an incident with Chirun. They can take some understanding of appropriate ways to react to that from Chirun and whoever else but it might also be worth reading explicitly about, if it's the sort of thing anyone on this planet even writes on. And medicine is a technology; they should pick that up and maybe start carrying supplies.
(Medicine is a technology - the hospital - this place is - at some point they'll have to make a decision about whether it makes sense for them to keep their Cretari disposition or try for something more local. Just a touch if so. For the most part they like who they are and don't really want to become a completely different one even if it means getting the short end of every stick.)
A few dips. Hand switch. As for less drastic changes: animals. They're kind of everywhere here and Lornell isn't terribly attached to being completely uninterested in them. Probably a good calibration method is to . . . actually interact with one? They lean their legs to one side until feet are on the ground and hand isn't. Is Enoby visibly around?
Enoby is clutching a cord attached to a carpet sweeper in her teeth and trotting it around the apartment, but she's almost done.
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Well, that gives Lorn a chance to pick up basic norms for initiating animal interaction off Chirun.
Chirun wouldn't interrupt Enoby when she's working except to give her treats when she's doing a good job, but might pat his lap to encourage her to come hang out when she was between tasks, and then pet her like so.
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Well if she's almost done Lornell can wait for her to finish and then try that. Though if it looks like it's gonna be more than a few minutes they'll go back to their room.
Enoby puts the carpet sweeper back in the closet and then runs madly around the apartment for no reason. "Yeah, Enoby, you tell those imaginary mice," mumbles Chirun.
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That's the plan. "Hi, Enoby," they don't quite whisper, aiming not to disturb Chirun. "I'm Lornell."
