Teytis tel Jobont (
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Teytis tel Jobont is not living up to her lantelis.
She had been en route to her usual position after a rest-and-resupply period. Instead of the expected uneventful trip, somehow she loses her anchors, falls through a bizarrely shaped storm, then finds herself impossibly over land instead of water and with her upper antennas chopped off like they were never there.
She was able to stabilize with only minor damage to the uninhabited land, but she cannot hear a single intelligible signal, and a hundred other things add up to this is no place anyone has ever seen before. Or rather, reported seeing before.
So here she sits in the sky, relaying nothing, thinking about everything.
She had been en route to her usual position after a rest-and-resupply period. Instead of the expected uneventful trip, somehow she loses her anchors, falls through a bizarrely shaped storm, then finds herself impossibly over land instead of water and with her upper antennas chopped off like they were never there.
She was able to stabilize with only minor damage to the uninhabited land, but she cannot hear a single intelligible signal, and a hundred other things add up to this is no place anyone has ever seen before. Or rather, reported seeing before.
So here she sits in the sky, relaying nothing, thinking about everything.
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Teytis is, of course, heading back to the library.
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“Anyway, let me think about what to give you for the materials question.
"Actually, Box of Scraps would have the sort of answers you need, even though as I noted before it assumes tamsilt construction; perhaps that would be a good place to start, and if you can supply me with those materials I can do the processing and assembly — or, for that matter, you could borrow my stocks of emergency gear immediately while we work on setting up to replace them, which would help figure out whether and how they will be actually useful to you.”
A copy of Box of Scraps starts putting itself together.
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A particular slice of humanity's collected knowledge over on the table has gone beyond “pamphlet” and is working on losing some adjectives from “rather thin magazine”.
“Do you get that? People expecting you to not just be the person with the title, but to somehow perfectly embody your element?”
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Teytis seems to be out of small talk. The book continues to accumulate.