Title: typewriters Author: npydyuan # stuff that probably won't kill you # You can feel the waves gently. The \{ocean\} on this world goes basically everywhere; land masses are the exception. There’s no “engines” as such, but there is something in the basement that seems to make it go, that you have to tend to or pay attention to periodically. It smells good in here, like lightweight machine oil, casual commerce, conversation, short-nap carpet, cool light, ink... There’s a row of typewriters on shelves by the east wall. This is one of them. ---- # voices # * can see her where others mainly see gibberish * puts voice (somewhat absent-mindedly) to Sountrack’s constant song selection Otherwise it’s always the current song; appears to be arbitrary to most, though Narrator either suspects or insists that the song selection “means” something. * doesn’t seem to rest very often, or else rests *most of the time* like a lion or a tropical king, and then springs into bursts of activity