The Multiverse is F'd, Y'all; Wednesday, Second Period [11/15].

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Now, I'm going to be completely honest with you guys," Summer said, leaning on the desk in front of the classroom-classroom while waiting for their portal to this week's destination to show up, "I'm kind of winging it with this class."

Shocker, right?

"In fact, I've mostly been cribbing from previous, similar classes I've taught," she continued, "which, you know, is fine, because some of this stuff is just classic and will never stop being relevant, however, due to the off-the-cuff nature in which I've been approaching it this semester, that means I'll probably leave a lot of the things I wanted to go over on the cutting room floor entirely by accident. Which is why, today, I wanted to make sure we did take some time to head out to a planet in my universe called Glaagablaaga...good luck saying that three times fast....home to the Garblovians. Now, if you're from a place where you're used to interdimensional....or even just interplanetary travel, the whole concept of a planet of individuals different from you might not be that mind-blowing, but it can be if you're not used to it. But we're using this trip today as a good example of the difficulties of communicating across the multiverse, because while, on the surface, there might seem to be some similarities between Garblovian culture and ours, they don't speak a word of a Common language like English, which, for some reason, is actually really widely known around my galaxy and a lot of other dimensions, too. Who knew? Anyway, they don't speak it, they do seem to understand it, though, but they have their own language and they are fully convinced that you understand it perfectly, which I'm assuming you do not. So let's go and see what we can do to work on some communication skills by interacting with some Garblovians.

"Oh," she added, as the portal arrived as if perfectly on cue, and she gestured for them all to come up and slip on through, "one more thing: they do tend to randomly explode, so if that happens, don't be startled, it's just a thing, and I promise you, the blue goo really does wash right off."

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Class Activity: Communicate with Garblovians! - Multiverse, 11/15.

[somethingwithturquoise]

They are all stocky, lumpy creatures with pallid skin of various tones and limp pale hair, a mouth full of large, sharp teeth. They have two horns on their heads, red without pupils underneath a heavy brow...even the kids! The class has been transported into what looks like a business center park at the height of its noontime usage: food stalls line the pathways, while important looking Garblovian business people sit around or stand in clusters discussing the business of the day...assumingly. It all comes out in a garbled, gutteral mush of a "garble garb garb!" variety. There's some...well, you can't call them old, because they all really do look the same age except for their clothing and size...but some Garblovians playing a game that looks like chess until you get closer, there's some kids (you can tell those are kids, at least, because they're smaller) playing in a playground, and, occasionally, one of them will explode and garner very little more than a passing glance from the others before they continue their conversations.

Eventually, they might notice the new humanoids dropping in for a visit and come say garblegarb!, but don't let that stop you from taking the initiative if you feel so inclined!

Re: Class Activity: Communicate with Garblovians! - Multiverse, 11/15.

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Jon wandered around tentatively, until he backed into one of the locals.

"Oh, excuse me."

"Garble garb."

"No, no, it was entirely my fault."

"Aga blah blah."

"Well, that's very kind of you, thank you. I'd love to hear more about your world."

Look, there were very few actual advantages to being connected to an eldritch being. Jon was damn well going to use this one.