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.
"Maybe you were in the circus, and then you forgot, and now you need an emergency vacation about it," says astro-kid.
Musician kid is in stitches over this sentence.
"Where'd you learn to do all that stuff then?" asks astro-kid.
Shrug. (Their whole body bobs instead of just the shoulders, from this position.)
Eventually Lorn somersaults into a crossed-legs sitting position. "Where is an emergency vacation."
Lornell checks for hills with ¿buildings? in them visible from where they're sitting.
Cute kids. Maybe once this all gets sorted out Lorn'll come see them again.
In the meantime they run for the hills. If anyone they pass has the vibes of being particularly interruptable or official or willing to explain things, they'll stop; otherwise they'll just head up there and start looking around.
Phenomena passed include:
- somebody giving out free samples of six flavors of beverage
- a dog-walker with 8 dogs in tow
- a streetsweeping truck, preceded by a team of dogs that are wielding pooper-scooper devices and picking up trash in the road ahead of it
- a festival of some kind in a large town square, with henna painting, hair braiding, fudge and fruit and beignets, dancing to live music, a bouncy castle, and children chalking the whole area of pavement
- somebody putting up signs advertising her ability to train corvids to do various things