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Post by Kristofor on Sept 29, 2020 19:25:41 GMT -6
A few more insistent taps and the brown gunk keeps squelching out, but runnier and runnier each time. Until it looks more like piles of brown vomit in the metal tub. Kevin pokes the board as well, but she also drags her finger downwards some. The faucet rattles, rattles again, and SQUIRTS a great deal of brown water down into the sink.
"If it doesn't run clear in a minute or so, I'll call for maintenance." she says, watching the brown water swirl in the metal tub, splattering brown gunk around as it slowly erodes into nothing. While she does that, I'm curious on the food part. There's a shelf thats close to the tap where we are, and I take my knapsack to set it there. Setting out some of the wrapped wax packages. One does contain bamboo, in which Mira hops off my neck and shoulders to sit on the cold metal and start eating her own meal.
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 29, 2020 19:34:12 GMT -6
The other wax packages did contain some food; one had peanut butter and blueberry jam sandwiches... thank you auntie. The next held a small amount of stamps for writing letters out to my aunt and uncle and my father on top of a book of loose fox sized letter paper. The last package had a note inside.
'To my daring nephew; moving to a new home is always difficult, no matter who tells you otherwise. New city, new routine, new people... heck, even the food is different and new. So here is our advice; "Never give up without a fight." Our foxhole will be always open to you, if you need to come cool your head. Write sometimes, perhaps take a picture?. Your aunt and uncle Fox'
The weight of my move hit really hard then, hot tears welling in the corner of my eyes that burn and make more tears.
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 29, 2020 19:38:55 GMT -6
 Underneath the note is a vintage camera, with included strap, batteries, and several rolls of film. The sound of running water and Mira's chewing may or may not be masking my sniffles. Its such a generous gift... I'll be sure to take many photos of my new life here. Maybe even see if someone can take one of me, once my fur grows back in. "Finally, the water seems to be running clear." Kevin exclaims after several minutes of the sound of running water. She turns off the tap and goes to check the other one. Same as the other, theres so much sediment... or gunk that it needs MINUTES to start even running. "Okay... I recommend boiling your water before drinking it until I get Maintenance out to check the pipes. You can also buy a filter at the local general store. Its usually for cleansing water on the trails but... we'll get this sorted." |
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 29, 2020 19:47:34 GMT -6
Thank you. I write down, and note again with my finger on the 'food for what I can eat' part.
"Ah yes. Can't have our residents subsiding off of what the animals eat." Somehow, I think to myself, she believes I'll actually ignore that and eat what the animals eat. "Twice a day, morning and evening, our outside common area has a vendor who offers a hot meal for registered kennel residents. The menu will be given to you with the local ragsheet... uh, I mean the kennel paper. We put in a paper bookmark of what sorts of food we offer for the day. After the residents eat, for an hour per day, 'the kitchen' makes up meals for the less fortunate who are having trouble making ends meet." Kevin pauses at my confused look, of my tilted head. "See Kristofor, in order to live in the kennels, you need to have a pet. Some people are quite against having a pet; so they don't live in the kennel. Since you have a pet, you are welcome here."
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 29, 2020 19:52:08 GMT -6
"Now I must be going; if you need anything at all, please come consult the front desk. We have concierge services for residents of the kennels to learn about the city, a detailed map, and such." I'm willing to assume she forgot I dont' speak or read Common by now.
I have a map, Marcel the faun translated it for me., I write down, and fish out the map for her to see. Kevin's eyebrows raise up as she scans the large map.
"Well, that contract translator does have uses after all. However, our maps are more detailed. Streets and such. Specific shops... more then what somebody believes is important." I nod to her words. "Good evening then, Kristofor. Welcome to the kennels." she leaves, and the door slams shut behind her. A big empty space, with just a fox and a panilla and whatever supplies I had on me. I hope I had some blankets, this floor looks cold.
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 29, 2020 19:58:22 GMT -6
On consideration, I pick up my camera and open the back door for it. Uncle fox showed me and my cousins previously how to work a camera so we could take pictures of the landscape and of each other. The film fits in effortlessly, and I notice that it does say black and white, written in sharply pungent marker that doesn't come off, in Laiyan. The others are marked with 'color'. black and white? Did that mean no colors at all? Interesting. The camera door clicks shut and I press the button to turn it on, while removing the cap on the lens. Its a bit old, so a used product maybe. Is it Uncle fox's camera? No.
Backing up away from my small pile of packages and Mira's eating, I move into the light for studying how the knobs work. Okay this one is f-stop, one for distance and closeness, one for flash...
Several minutes pass before I manage to take my first photo. An empty room, with a knapsack and a panilla. But I had a crash course for a new resident. Once I got some more things in here, it would be home. And not just a metal box.
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