. . . real quick check on whether the job-having dogs are people?

The dogs are not people.

Aww.  - Ooh a festival!  That's not really the vibe Lorn was searching for but it's not like they're in a hurry except insofar as fixing this will help everything else.  They marvel for a bit at the bouncy castle and then join in on the dancing, assuming it's the sort where random people seem encouraged to participate.

Yup, it's a freeforall in the dancing zone. Kids are bopping around spinning each other by the elbows, that couple over there is swaying back and forth vaguely while making out, those people have formed a ring of joined hands and are traipsing around in a circle about a blushing friend of theirs.

It's so weird how Lorn is the only acrobatic person here but the attention will maybe hopefully eventually be helpful?  They find an emptyish spot and do tricks in time with the music.

This eventually causes a bunch of people to be clapping rhythmically while supervising him, as though to egg him on.

It's really hard to not copy a state of rest off a bunch of people when they're standing right there, and Lorn almost does it once by accident.  Eventually, though, they run out of breath, and finish with a curtsy to - wow, to go sit down for a minute, actually.  And is there any obviously-public water around?

Yup, paper cups and water dispensers that way.

Paper cups are, objectively, definitely not the most interesting and weird thing here but they're still pretty weird.  Why are they paper?  Why is the paper that they are that texture?  Lornell has so many questions and has no inroads on getting any of them answered, so probably -

Actually, climbing up into a random direction of hills looking for a particular building that could be anywhere is a spectacularly dumb idea.  Is anyone still paying attention to them?  Failing that are new people (ugh) continuing to seem visibly attracted to them.

People mostly lost interest when they took a break to drink water, that being a reasonable activity but not really a spectator-friendly one. There is a lady in her thirties over there checking him out.

Lorn has no idea what fashion markers people use to signal their actual age here.  They put on their friendliest smile and approach her.  "Hello!  Something very mysterious has been happening at me.  Please where is a person of an unmysterious?"

She loses interest immediately. "Dunno what you're talking about. Are you having a stroke? Need an ambulance?"

"Maybe??"

...yeah okay she's just going to call him an ambulance and take him by both arms and usher him to sit down over there on a bench while they wait for it.

Lornell doesn't resist.

"What is an ambulance?"

"A car to take you to the hospital for your stroke or whatever happened to you. You were fine a minute ago, did you hit your head dancing and I didn't see -?"

"I remain body-fine, but that something very mysterious is happening at me."  They illustratively roll off the bench into a one-handed cartweel, replicate one of their more impressive tricks from before, and sit back down.

"You shouldn't do that if you might have hit your head or had a stroke. I'm pretty sure."

"I remain body-fine.  No person has says I may I-did-not-find-your-word-for their words; I have as many as I-did-not-find-your-word-for'd until I had realize maybe I may not.  Sorry-sorry if I may not."

"...I don't know what you're supposed to do when you're talking word salad but I'm pretty sure it isn't cartwheels." The ambulance arrives quickly, though it has to slow down to let the festival crowd part. His helper stands on the bench and waves them over. "I don't know what happened to him, he was dancing like a regular acrobat and then went to get water and then came up to me and started talking nonsense."

"Sir?" says one of the paramedics. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Lornell.
I also had talking nonsense until dancing."

"Oh dear. Lornell - do you have any other names?"

"Lorn."

"Do you know what day it is, Lornell?"

"No, in this language."