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Jul 27, 2017 4:36 AM
Kib in Arda
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Valinor makes a lot of money. Valinor makes a lot of storks. The money goes in the storks and the storks go in the human world.

The storks deposit polite notes at the creches of settlements known to practice slavery, reading, The storks decline to supply the human trafficking industry. The storks do not deposit any babies at these creches. Or money.

Lári remains, conspicuously, a baby. Kib wonders if she is sick or something but it turns out that Valinor's just slowing her growth like it does that of Elves. (She will still be an adult before Ambarussa, just barely, if the factor of the slowdown is the same.)

Kib receives more visions from various people, pieces together what he can, passes on what he manages to figure out. He starts work on a program for a truly generic golem, one that can talk and so on, with Aydanci's help. (Has he mentioned he's married? He's married. His husband is a brilliant servantmaker!)

Kib tells Findekáno he loves him after Findekáno has taken him to a play and secreted him off to a nook in an unoccupied garden and been generally loveable. This meets the "romantic occasion, can be met with kissing" criterion. Maitimo's much harder to set that up with because he's more supervised and more paranoid, both; their occasions are smoldering at each other over games of Governor (Aydanci plays sometimes as Kib's second when Findekáno is Maitimo's; Aydanci thinks the way Kib and Maitimo look at each other while they play is entertaining) which is just not the same and Kib tells him so.

Not that I'm hinting that you should distort your risk tolerance to take me on more datelike dates, but it does make it challenging to arrange the thing I said I was going to arrange, Kib explains.
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Maitimo is jealous. Maitimo has some very detail-oriented people do a thorough trip through Hresk, acquires the information he needs, tells a lot of lies, spends two months engineering contractors around each other so that none of them know what the other ones are doing or who in Tirion, exactly, wants them doing it.

 

Maitimo asks Kib if he'll go through to Hresk with him, there's an inventory problem he wants to take a look at with a human to help explain human customs.

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"I am a human!" Kib says. "Clearly my most important qualification for any task."
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Maitimo has commissioned a boat.

 

To be entirely honest he'd been working on doing that anyway, they are going to need one to go to the Outer Lands eventually and with the knowledge and magic of Kib's world crossing oceans is safe enough. The shipbuilders aren't used to Elven standards of pretty, but he has lots of money and designs borrowed from Alqualonde. 

And so now he has a satisfactorily (stunningly) pretty boat in the style of Alqualonde's swanships, docked in a harbor in Hresk. It is called Ambition - might have made it home, somehow, if he'd called it Akibel - and it's very smoothly rowed by automata but he got a ring for seasickness just in case Kib happened to be susceptible.

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"Is your inventory problem that this boat's cargo hold did not have your boyfriend in it?" Kib inquires suspiciously.
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"...might have been. About a mile out across the water there are stunning sunsets, come with me?"

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"Twist my arm," laughs Kib. "Of course."
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About a mile out there is a very small island. He terraformed the island, not because there was anything particularly wrong with it but because there's this delightful springy grass in western Valinor that's like lying down on a cloud, so why would he have anything but that? He has foods Kib likes. 

He has a project of Curufinwe's, lenses that gave human wearers Elf-like vision. They're going to start selling them soon but the reveal isn't for a month. 

They can watch a sunset.

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"Oh colors," breathes Kib when he puts the goggles on, snuggling up on the springy grass.
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"I don't know why the Valar didn't try a sun, it's stunning."

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"Suns are great. This is exquisite." Nuzzle. "I love you."
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"I love you. Both our worlds are fortunate you found ours."

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"Thank the snake monster."
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"Why would I do that, when you're right here?"

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"Well, I suppose that while the snake monster is to thank for the finding I am to thank for the fortunateness."
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"And if I have a choice of who to thank I think I'll go for the one I can thank by kissing him." He does. "No one else who got snaked is back?"

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Kiss! "Nope, just me so far. Been a while, too."
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"We knew most worlds might not have a form of interdimensional transit."

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"Also possible most people didn't land someplace as safe as Valinor."
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"At a guess, probably not; rather few places are as safe as Valinor. Though we'll get there! Anyone folded on slavery?"

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"Not as such, although a stork brought me a letter explaining why the storks should supply the human trafficking industry please."
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"Oh? And why is that? Slavery's lovely, really?"

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"That particular city-state doesn't enslave any of the people who come up in its own creches, don't I see, just foreigners."
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"And obviously our objection was that those babies specifically might be slaves, we aren't bothered by the thought babies we're depositing elsewhere might be slaves."

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"I haven't decided yet whether to write back that we declined to supply demand for the human trafficking industry either. Like, on the one hand, what an excellent rhetorical point, yay me, but on the other hand I don't want to be corresponding extensively via stork."
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"Think it's likely someone'd find you? Or be able to try something even if they did?"

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