[ If there are native beings who look like the Khali living on this planet, why are the Natha going so far out of their way to cloak non-humanoid refugees?
-- is not something Jim can just ask the representative at the Outpost. But, he thinks, he should have asked more about the terrain surrounding the village. He's not sure if what he's seeing is real or a hallucination courtesy of the herb that's otherwise mellowing him out to a pleasant degree. Space-age immunizations mean he's not as susceptible to intoxicants as he might otherwise be, but it's still definitely hitting him. (And briefly caused a rash on one forearm, thanks for fucking nothing, allergies, but it seems to have gone away.)
Oh hey, it's Dutch. Jim approaches, neither sneaky nor clumsy, because he doesn't have a concern in the world about that sort of thing, at present. Instead of calling out he just waits until she notices him, then snags her hand in a silent hello. ]
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-- is not something Jim can just ask the representative at the Outpost. But, he thinks, he should have asked more about the terrain surrounding the village. He's not sure if what he's seeing is real or a hallucination courtesy of the herb that's otherwise mellowing him out to a pleasant degree. Space-age immunizations mean he's not as susceptible to intoxicants as he might otherwise be, but it's still definitely hitting him. (And briefly caused a rash on one forearm, thanks for fucking nothing, allergies, but it seems to have gone away.)
Oh hey, it's Dutch. Jim approaches, neither sneaky nor clumsy, because he doesn't have a concern in the world about that sort of thing, at present. Instead of calling out he just waits until she notices him, then snags her hand in a silent hello. ]