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.
Lornell gives her a minute of lead time before continuing on. They're not nearly as fast as the weird unpulled vehicle even if they were to regularly copy not-having-sprinted from the person inside (which seems . . . unwanted . . . ), so at least they don't have to intentionally hold back while running in order to avoid making things awkward.
After about one and a half more miles the road and surrounding cliffy wilderness, the terrain flattens out, and there are farms and hiking trailheads and suchlike fanning out from the highway. After another mile a town proper comes into view, lots of houses and apartments and shops. The highway veers off to circle around the town and to reach the town Lornell will need to take an exit.
The townsspeople... basically ignore him! He gets some looks but mostly from people checking him out. There's a big park over there, with some kids doing chalk drawings and running around and swinging; there's a grocery store there, two stories under a stack of apartments, advertising a sale on various colors of cauliflower.
The looks are kind of weird and the people here are more varied along certain axes and much, much less varied along others than Lornell is used to, but it's convenient to be left to acquire the language before needing to speak to anyone. Hopefully no one minds that the way they'd apparently maybe mind something more personal? Lornell can't find the public officials here and so just pulls from a higher number of people than they normally would bother with for something like this, just in case. Partway through they get antsy and start doing acrobatic tricks off the trees and park equipment.
- Actually they're going to take a break to think for a minute.
There's some chance that Lornell has committed a pretty great wrong against several people here, if everyone mostly wants to keep themselves to themselves or something. Lorn has never heard of such a place but that doesn't mean there isn't one, and that's - probably a reasonable way to be, somehow, even if it seems obviously terrible on its face. And even if it is unreasonable it's still not Lorn's right to disrupt it. So it seems like they shouldn't take any more of the language or anything until someone specifically assents.
(They start fidgeting in a way that's somewhat indistinguishable from intentional showing off, though it's composed less of fancy flips and more of ridiculous numbers of consecutive one-armed handstand pushups.)
Also this is the first time they've ever interacted with adults who weren't guaranteed to be nice, and that's something they should really come up with a game plan for. Hard to know where to start, though.
Excellent. Sigh.
In Cretari: "Does anyone here speak Cretari?" In Bloudelake: "Does anyone here speak Bloudelake." In Fareregnite: "Why did the shopkeeper not come back to work after the seasonend? Because winter autumn spring summer." (It's a pun.) In the conlang built for that one play Lorn went to go see two years ago, did it have a name Lorn thinks it probably didn't: "In time of old, when heroes cultivated their own bravery and less was the price of sobriety . . ."
Lornell keeps trying languages. "'You may value neither your life nor your face, but I, one - may I keep it?' 'The hunted, weary souls cling dear to their hope like a thrashing trout.' 'Forcing you to use both halves of your brain at the same time, a capella.' 'My friend Nara went to Sairus once, and came back with the most interesting hairdo made out of precisely-copied cowlicks; it was really cool.' 'You can't just slow down in the middle of the road, y' . . . know . . . .'"
. . . Lorn notices that they don't actually expect this tactic to work.
In Lozan again: "Sorry and may - ah, please? - where is a persons of words, of where 'something very mysterious has been happening at me', of where person offenses in mysterious country?"
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
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 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?
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.
"...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?"
"It is VERY important that you sleep," says an orderly very seriously. "It's important to sleep every day. If you're having problems it's very likely this is related to not sleeping. If there is something in this room that would stop you from sleeping we can probably change it, but you really, really have to sleep."
"I STRONGLY advise you to get some sleep as soon as you possibly can, but if this isn't a sleepable place for you, we're not going to insist that you do it here. But I don't think you can get better until you sleep. If you try to operate a nyoom without having slept in four days that's against the law. Do you understand?"
- Lorn adds two squiggly horizontal lines across the top and bottom of the page, running across the highest bit of land and matching up with the bottom edge of the shaded area respectively.
"Ice." Tap in the upper area. "Ice." Tap at the lower. "Surprise world-opposite continents? Maybe. I had not ever seen."
"I am not feeling must-sleep and will be so sad and want that I leave, and am less old than can have drugs for sleep. - In Creta I am less old than this, but if the needing is less old here I must to remain Cretari. Is there a small time that will not make me so sad, that I attempt sleep and you believe me a little more, when I do not sleep and remain words-like-this? Until tomorrow where I sleep more and remain-remain words-like-this and you believe me entire that my mysterious happening is very."
". . . In Creta, it is a way people work that sleep is never needed. We have good public officials and obtain - or download, pirate, take, copy; I did not find your word - sleep. Many times I had not my own sleep in four days, five days, weeks. Most long with no my-own sleep: two months, fine! No mysterious happening! Four days? Not long, very recent. In Creta."
"Right. If you don't in fact sleep, you will still be in a state of not having slept for four days. Sleep deprivation is very bad for your ability to keep track of what's true and what isn't, and your ability to make yourself understood. If you do in fact sleep then if you're still confused we can try to help you from there."
Running is obviously just the natural state of human locomotion but Lorn is still there when he gets back anyways, frowning and doing handstand pushup-jumps. They flip upright upon the orderly's entrance and would like assurance and possibly documentation that a pharmacist was involved, and for him to answer several factual questions about the content of their previous conversation. But if the drugs seem legal and it doesn't look like the orderly was replaced with someone else then yes, Lornell will down the pills.
Yes. Ugh.
Lornell makes a heroic effort to lie down and be still, and is pretty fidgety while they wait for it to take effect but ultimately manages to stay in bed. (It is the most comfortable bed they've ever tried, which is interesting but doesn't actually help very much.)
They sleep as much as someone who is legitimately not tired at all can be made to on this dose of this drug.
"I couldn't find your word for the important thing and no people here seem to use it but there must to be an euphemism at least even if you hate it, and no person tells me whether you hate it for them or for me so I am stucked about this fluency of Lozan and I don't know if it was awful-terrible that I had take this much. So sorry if I am awful-terrible but please tell at me a way or other."
"Okay, and what is the name of when not that, when just take it from a person - and they still have it also - all at once or slower but still much much faster than learning it out? I knew no Lozan yesterday, now: this much! After a medium time in a park. Maybe awful-terrible of me, but the word is . . .?"
She speaks Lozan with native fluency and knows a few words of ten other languages. She has various medical skills, practiced during busy times when she was taking over stuff that is not technically her job from the real nurses. She is in tolerable shape but has an iffy shoulder and a pulled tooth and a lot more cellulite than most people Lornell's familiar with would carry. She slept for nine hours and only woke up two hours ago. She can play the harp but not well.
"Okay." They tap the page along with their descriptions. "Ice. Ice. Telerta, my city. Creta, my country. Citrelia, my planet. Everyone - everyone - every person on Citrelia, has an ability. Different versions, yes, growing and changing, yes, some with very little for a time to learn more, yes. Some with philosophical objections, and don't use it? Maybe. But everyone on Citrelia has it.
You don't."
Running there would normally be time alone in Lorn's head, and in other circumstances they might start to panic about the moral emergency potentially implied by an entire planet of people who can't - do they die - quite possibly they have other solutions in place and Lorn is not going to freak out yet and they're going to achieve that via running as fast as they can manage the whole time even though they're not copying unrunning off of anyone.
Is it obvious with the orderly's knowledge where to go once inside?
The orderly would follow the signs! There are signs, with arrows pointing in various directions and listing room numbers for:
- Records Room
- Notary
- Ceremonial Hall
- Committed Dormitory
- Classrooms
- Press Offices
- Inspection Offices
- Dressing Rooms
- Photography Studio
- Meeting Rooms
- Witness Pool
"I don't know. I don't know anything about here. Can learn, once there is someone it's okay to learn from. Probably not you, if you are important and know secret things. But I have no apartment, no money, no life, no friends. In maybe a week or less I will urgent need a friend, person who likes talking with me, or I will be very sad and want to do no things. If that and if permission from very skill people, I do anything, another best in the world apparently, very helpful a credit to Loza! But how to start."
"Thank you so much." Lornell scoops his knowledge of what a website is and then will . . . hang outside and memorize what's on the sheet? Still without being able to read it; they should probably prioritize picking that up at some point.
They honestly have no idea what to do next, does anything conveniently present itself during that time?
"Not for a while. But there's the rest of you, and - it took my society a long time to figure it out; it's very complicated, people would look young but still mysteriously die, eventually, until we found all the little tiny things you have to keep track of. And I don't know them all because I'm only - " scoop the local calendar system, math math math math "fifteen or sixteenish."
"At some soonish point, before my picture series, I would like to find some people my age who I can use to look younger. And think about other changes I might want now in a world where people are mostly expected to look mostly the same from season to season. And get information from lots and lots of people so I can find the very best thing for me to be doing here."
"Right now I look this old because I like having this general physicality and it was more convenient to match the face to that, and at home I can signal how old I really am with my hairstyle and clothes and things. Here everyone is just the age they are and people have been - looking at me. Romantically. And in general I just don't want to give an inaccurate impression."
"People look like their parents - uh, and then stay that way - so if people stay in one area for a long time and intermarry they all kind of resemble each other. Like - that guy, over there, driving the pedicab, he looks like he's from Africa*, I can tell because he's got really dark skin. If I were more familiar with different ethnic groups I could maybe be more specific but it's also possible he's from Islandmost**."
*No, they don't call it Africa.
**Australia. Because it is the most island.
There's a country where their tourists are always complaining about the lack of train service and don't like riding buses! There's a country where they're particular sticklers about not trying to have a conversation through an accent barrier and will just write everything in their cute color coordinated dedicated devices for that purpose that aren't sold around here! There's a country where they flee from the rainy season to here sometimes and they do tipping, which is a barbarous custom but does make them popular among service staff!
Because it makes it impossible to guess how much money you'll make from your work in advance, and furthermore incentivizes excessively pandering and obsequious behavior beyond the normal level of professionalism you want in service staff just from their background expectation that any customer may be a spy.
That's a TV! That's a microwave! That's a sink! That's a refrigerator! That's a sofa! That's a window decal of a snowflake! That's a cat, variety Goldeneyed Flatcat*, black and curled up on the windowseat. The cat's name is Enoby**.
Chirun sets his bag down beside the sofa. "That's the spare room," he says, pointing at one of two doors leading out from the open-plan middle of the apartment.
* This means "you keep it in an apartment (flat)", not "it is flat (in aspect ratio)". I translated it this way because I think I'm funny.
** No, it isn't literally "Enoby", that's a cultural translation. It is a comparable rearrangement of a word that actually means "black pepper". But it is a reference to a silly work of fiction with a lot of weird spelling.
Oh wow. Lornell gets sucked into a bit of a wiki walk about the TV and and the microwave and - huh, there's something different about the way the cat is thought of than they expected, too -
Apparently they're at least somewhat better at standing still than walking slowly; they stare off in Chirun's general direction.
"It looks delicious! I'm very excited to eat more often - hm, it looks like a most of our very basic ingredients are the same, chicken and specific plants and stuff; there are a few differences but not too many - you have a lot more spice-ish things and stuff that you can just eat right away without being a good cook."
"It works even if they aren't actually making any noise. But you can feel someone come into range even if they're walking away from you, and it's the same place that you would be able to hear them better from. This play I saw one time did some really cool stuff with that. - Or actually I saw it twice, with different friends."
So they can spend the evening playing all of Chirun's favorite card games, including a ferociously overcomplicated trading card game where they are dueling and a less ferociously overcomplicated game where they are building competing zoos with fantasy animals. There are many huge stacks of different cards involved.
Lornell is not quite as good as Chirun at the more complicated ones, to start with, but they improve over the course of playing the same game a few times and can keep equal pace right from the start of the ones that are more like what they're used to. They remain consistently bad at anything that requires bluffing.
In the morning the cat has a job to do! It leaps onto the counter, starts the coffee machine, puts an instant oatmeal in a portion of the coffee machine that will fill it with hot water, wakes Chirun up and receives breakfast for this task, and then settles down to eat while Chirun takes a quick shower.
"I don't know! I haven't even had a proper career yet; I just ran around delivering enough packages and messages to pay for necessities and occasional food and theatre tickets and stuff. I guess I don't want something where I'd have to make big changes to who I am in order to avoid being very lonely."
"I would love to meet your neighbors' crows. - Hm, I know sometimes copying arms or something scales them to you instead of exactly the same as the other person - I wonder if I'd have to replace my arms with them or if I could get six limbs. And if I could then turn those to arms, just have an extra set . . ."
Bounce bounce bounce bounce. "I bet a lot of people would want to see flying acrobatics; I'd have to learn everything myself but I can probably manage that. - Is there a reason I should in fact be aiming for a larger show all by myself instead of just joining an existing one in a smaller chunk like you said is normal? Obviously it would make less money but maybe it would be worth it anyways."
"Me either! Mostly I would like to be able to stop circusing quickly if I find something that's very obviously much more useful. I don't know whether that would be harder with a group, because I was making a commitment to other people, or by myself because there wouldn't be anything left of it without me."
With borrowed expertise on how laptops work Chirun's laptop is straightforward to use! There are many different circuses, differing in emphasis (animal acts, gymnastic showoffery, ridiculous stunts, stage magic, comedy, puppetry, musical performances timed to match the acrobats) and whether they are stationary attractions in big hub cities or traveling ones that use event stadia or pitch tents.
Lornell is better than everyone else here at pure athleticism, though some people have Lorn beat on individual subskills they've obsessively worked on, but they're also doing stuff with costumes and exact timing and interpretive dance. They have aerial silks and trapezes and human cannons and stuff. They're generally working over nets when they fling themselves through the air.
There are Citreliac aerial silks and trapezes but wow! Human cannons! Lorn'll try and stay away from the obsessively practiced subskills because that seems really unfair to the people who had to obsessively practice them. The costumes here are really really cool! It would be nice if either Citreliac designers could access these sorts of fabrics or if Green designers could see enough of Citreliac fashion to have a go at it, but that's really the very least of the reasons Lornell wants the entire planets to be in contact with each other instead of just them so it's best not to dwell on that.
Are there any of the stationary kind nearby? (And how big is this town in comparison to others, for that matter?)
Wow okay that's almost three times bigger than the Creta's capital and that's the biggest city on Citrelia Lorn is pretty sure. They suppose they came in from the wilderness and probably aren't seeing the densest parts. Or maybe Greens just don't live as densely in general since they wouldn't be as advantaged by it.
How long does the train ride to the bigger city take?
"Sure. I'm a slider with the ability to copy traits from other people and I usually look older because I prefer to be as athletic as an adult is but I'm around fifteen of your years and I was wondering if I could, without changing anything about you, copy some of your looks-fifteenness so that people will have more-correct information about me based on how I look."
"I think the fittest person on the - on either planet can still exert themself if they try for it? Normally I take not-having-exercised off someone else but I think that would counteract the point of exercising at all. Maybe. A couple of my friends spent a while as public officials for fitness and stuff; I'm just going off a few things I remember them saying."
"I think it's more like, I have a body, and I can exercise it to change it in different ways? Or I have a mind which I can use to learn different skills. But it gets more complicated than that because you'll get one person trying to get their version a particular way, and other people will copy them because it's useful, but then of course the thing they're using to do that is different and you run into the problem of trying to measure the volume of a bucket using only that bucket. Or so I've heard; I'm not a developer. - Of the thing that I have."
Pling returns on the shoulder of an older lady who resembles Chirun and hugs him. Chirun gives Pling a treat out of a fingerprint-unlock little box attached to the wall. "Mom, this is Lornell. Lornell appears to be a slider. Lornell, this is my mom, Hiannji."
Chirun's mom Hiannji blinks at Lornell, apparently having expected sliders to look different.
Okay they'll take a little slice of animal liking right now actually. It's normal to have a rat on your shoulder yes it is (at least in this world) and okay sure it's actually kind of cute. Much better.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you! I'm from a planet where everybody can copy traits from everyone else, and Chirun and I thought that if I could copy someone else's hair and cut it off my head a bunch of times and sell it, that would probably be a good way for me to make enough money to start doing something useful with. And he suggested that you might be a good person to copy sellable hair from? You can have half the profit, of course."
"Oh, no. In that case, no, I don't think there's anybody with really long hair in this neighborhood besides me. I guess you could go visit your aunt Shion."
"Bit of a hike."
"It is. How long does it need to be?"
"The website wants sixteen inches of ponytail."
"Oh, that's not nearly as much as I thought, in that case Brialle herself is probably plenty, I think it hits her waist. Not white-blonde, but blonde."
Yay! Hair hair hair, hair hair hair. Of less length and therefore more rounds of chopping, is probably the way to do it.
"Do you want to keep half of the hanks themselves, or for me to sell them and bring you the money later?" Lornell asks the proxy donors once the harvesting's done.
That's SO MUCH food. Lornell had figured there would be more food than they'd naturally expect, and probably even more food than they'd expect to expect when accounting for that, and even given both of those attempted calibrations this is still so much food.
They're willing to mostly go along with what Chirun likes, since worse comes to worst they can also start liking it, but insofar as they're stating preferences before they can pay for any of this themself it's mostly in favor of foods not available back on Citrelia: unrecognizable-to-Lorn kinds of fish (which is most of them) and fruits and vegetables (not as many), anything that needs high-tech equipment to make, that sort of stuff. Though only a handful of items get elevated to the level of Lorn expressing wanting Chirun to actually buy them today.
Some of these are already known to Lornell and some aren't but all of them are exciting! The fish is the only thing Lorn hasn't seen before (and of course they've seen fish, just not tuna specifically) but the presentation and the shape of everything and the way it's packaged is all very sci-fi. Is it coming up on time to eat any of this or is it all for later?
"That seems kind of intrinsically rewarding!" (Or it probably will once they like animals a little more.) "I'd like to get a better understanding of how some of your technology actually works anyways, and to some extent I can just copy that and to some extent I won't really get it until I actually interact with the mechanisms."
"Sure, why not, I'll go take apart the box now and see if it's accumulated any problems since last time Enoby hassled me into fixing it."
The litter box is pretty complicated but all the parts snap together and unclip from each other, the problem is there's a bit snapped off from an important plastic section which means bits of litter can wind up in places they're not supposed to be and snag the bag or induce it to twist.
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?
That's a lot more respectful than animals Lorn is used to (as far as ones that are friendly at all), which is a good start. It's plausible they might just end up liking animals an appropriate amount on their own, if left to it long enough - though, hm, is it common to keep lots of other kinds of vermin, copied from Chirun?
The commonest working animals are dogs (by a long shot, mostly because they are the most emphatically domesticated), then cats, rats, horses, various birds (corvids and parrots being the most common as service animals, though many kinds of birds are kept as decorations in sufficiently elaborately decorated households that don't have butterflies or fish instead), and goats. People also sometimes keep their own chickens, for eggs, though these are not generally trained to do tasks. More rural areas have more megafauna. Some places have relatively new domestication programs underway for things like raccoons but the domestic raccoons are still expensive and not very refined as lineages. Pets that are not especially trainable include assorted rodents, other birds, snakes and lizards, and various inconvenient exotics who may or may not found their own domestication programs.
Cats are fine; rats they already grabbed a little cute-thinkingofness for but they might want more if there are going to be a lot of them; horses Lorn has only ever seen from a great distance but they seem cool; birds are alright; goats are fine. Dogs . . . Lorn is going to have to meet a local dog, probably. Clearly they're going to be at least somewhat better, but it's hard to tell if that'll make them appealing or just unobtrusive - not that Lorn really needs them to be appealling instead of unobtrusive, per se . . .
Are there any games or activities more exciting than petting that one can do with cats? Specifically with Enoby and specifically quiet ones?
That seems pretty likely to be less quiet than is ideal for headache-havers! - Maybe not pretty likely. Somewhat likely. Lorn's not going to risk it.
But they will reach down and give Enoby a parting friendly forehead-and-spine scritch if she seems like she'll in fact find that friendly?