For example, a decent fraction of the royal household now has Allspeak and Cricket is under strict instructions to confine his yowling to moments when no one who is not supposed to know what he's yowling about is present.
Accordingly, he has crashed this game of Governor that Iobel and Mitros are playing on Loki's suggestion and muttering from Iobel's lap about how isn't it appropriate that he should play GAMES with her because he PLAYED GAMES with her HEART.
"Kitty, you sound ridiculous. Also, you said the same thing when it was a fourteen-person game of card chips."
"I do not care."
And that is when someone knocks to let them know that there's a petitioner with an unusual story; he's willing to wait, but they might want to hear about it sooner?
He is, like, three moves off from this absurdly clever play that Iobel will admire and Cricket will probably hiss at. But it's not as if he'll forget it. "Sure, we'll hear him."
- clarifies that he's not actually from the far south, he's from another world, he usually doesn't tell people this because nobody believes him but they say the monarchs of Marlatia get their strange powers from afar -
"Can you describe the world you're from?"
"No, not particularly," Iobel assures him.
"And you arrived here? When was this?"
"Do you want to go back?" 'this person's native dimension' should be enough targeting for Loki's spell...
Allspeak off. "...think we should just head over, or should we call one of your less squishable alts?" he murmurs to the Queen.
Allspeak back on. "Please stay for lunch while we do some magic to determine if it's safe to go visit your world," he says, and then writes 'attn.: Cam, we have an accidental interdimensional visitor from another human planet, weird one, come say hi' on a piece of paper, and then has some people bring them all lunch.
"Also, on his home world, babies appear in the wild and starve to death unless storks fetch them."
Allspeak back on - "Sir, can you explain to Cam about the storks?"
"...I suppose this isn't literally more of a coincidence than vampires," Cam mutters. "Okay, can you describe the place you were when you got snake monstered? I'll go check it out, make sure it's all right to bring people there."
And eventually Cam has enough to go on, and he (in a snazzy leather coat so he will merely look outlandishly dressed, not outlandishly appendaged) goes.
It's... a town. With little robots running around, but otherwise not too high-tech. Somebody is riding an ostrich.
There are beautifully painted signs advertising "This way to Little Valinor" and informational flyers under them about Our Friends The Elves and what the fuck.
Cam strolls towards Little Valinor, reading one of the infosheets.
"How," says Cam in Quenya, "did there come to be a Little Valinor here?"
"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about and my name is Cam."
He blinks. "Um. Welcome to Little Valinor! Sixty years ago, the Valar opened this portal between our world and theirs, so that Elves and humans could live together and help each other! Elves can't servantmake, so humans make them shines and automata and golems, and Elves produce chassis for public health projects and restaurants so no one goes hungry and try to raise enough money to fund all the storks so babies stop dying, because to Elven cultural sensitivities babies starving in the wild is very upsetting! Ten years later the Valar had to close the portals, but some of us stayed, and we've carried on the same mission.
And you look exactly like Akibel, the human who spearheaded the whole project and who chose to stay in Valinor when the portals were closed."
"I see. It's very nice to meet you," says Cam, "and I would like to meet him too - he's still in Large Valinor? Why did the portals close?"