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2020-05-31
Where the heck am I?! This is not my farm. Woke up in a cell. Met Gussie, Dub, Yong, and an Alien who we aren’t really able to communicate with. We broke out, and have been exploring. Lot of Dead giant starfish. Control room that’s way too hot, and what might be a blue sun. Met Emory, and then a not-actually-dead starfish hurt him enough with something like a taser that we ended up freezing him. We smothered a fire, and got up a level, but we still haven’t figured out how to read the language here, or how to get wherever we are away from the hot sun. There are also ominous noises from above.
Desk contains:
Leather pouch, ~12” long, opens on short end
with rolls of cotton-ish material Candle Nippers Sand Ball point pen Fountain pen Quill pen Tweezers Needle nose pliers Hemostat
1 12” spring from chaise (there are three more) Leg from disassembled chair
2020-06-07
Robot? Pneumatic control systems? 3 containers of water
Kekahuna - crablike being (her)
Historian; history of Bheln royalty and religion
Small furry being - name is a gesture.
Space Station - Freeport:
34 - hotel
Dorothy, young receptionist at hotel James, brother of Dorothy, works at docking authority Arlene, mother of Dorothy & James
Molub, race that believes in order?
strong believers in first rights Carnivores
Precis: We found a robot (pneumatic powered?); it eventually managed to learn English and Bheln, and we found out Kekahuna’s name. Salvaged food and water, and left via escape pod. With the robot’s assistance we got enough info on the pod to realize we couldn’t get very far, but that we could dock with the space station the ship we escaped from was docked to. There are humans here! They sound like they’re from Australia. Apparently the station’s light-engines are not functioning correctly, although the sub-lights are. One of the local stars has had a spectrum change recently. I was hoping to help fix the engines, but I’m going to have to learn some more first; they’re using DC for everything! Earth is 800 light-years away. We’re going to be here for a while. I hope someone took care of my sheep.