Log of the Cambric, continued
Feb. 1st, 2006 12:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
avevale_intelligencerThat was quite possibly the most embarrassing conversation I have ever had in my life.
All right, I admit it. We hadn't actually ventured forth when I finished that last entry. We were in the act of venturing forth, had got about ten yards from the ship, when my N-band comm buzzed and Orlando told me, quite nicely, that the monitoring satellite they had hacked into was scanning my landing site and I might want to consider finding another one, at least before the groundsman came to roll out the pitch before the big game on Sesserday. He was perfectly nice and understanding about it, which of course made it worse. And Palinurus was standing there with his big flapping ears taking it all in. I didn't know where to put myself.
Well, somewhere else, obviously. Which meant rescuing the box and taking off again sharpish. Fortunately that at least went smoothly, and we were soon skimming above the rooftops looking for another ship-sized area that no-one was going to go wandering about on. It wasn't long before Palinurus found me a disused rubbish dump some way out of the city. It was a bit on the lumpy side, but he pointed out that if I judged the approach just right I could use one of the piles of rubbish to replace the missing leg, and so indeed it proved. I did, after all, come third from top in smallship navigation. Thank frod I didn't have Palinurus with me on my test.
Anyway, now we actually do venture forth...
All right, I admit it. We hadn't actually ventured forth when I finished that last entry. We were in the act of venturing forth, had got about ten yards from the ship, when my N-band comm buzzed and Orlando told me, quite nicely, that the monitoring satellite they had hacked into was scanning my landing site and I might want to consider finding another one, at least before the groundsman came to roll out the pitch before the big game on Sesserday. He was perfectly nice and understanding about it, which of course made it worse. And Palinurus was standing there with his big flapping ears taking it all in. I didn't know where to put myself.
Well, somewhere else, obviously. Which meant rescuing the box and taking off again sharpish. Fortunately that at least went smoothly, and we were soon skimming above the rooftops looking for another ship-sized area that no-one was going to go wandering about on. It wasn't long before Palinurus found me a disused rubbish dump some way out of the city. It was a bit on the lumpy side, but he pointed out that if I judged the approach just right I could use one of the piles of rubbish to replace the missing leg, and so indeed it proved. I did, after all, come third from top in smallship navigation. Thank frod I didn't have Palinurus with me on my test.
Anyway, now we actually do venture forth...