Madeline leaned against a nearby wall, wondering why some things were happening at the communitorium*. Some would suddenly want her in their groups, but she'd never met them. If she went to view their exponation*, then it was always innapropriate either with foul language, faked sonar exposes or something else and sometimes a combo of various ills, so she'd leave their groups, too.

She keeps making it clear that she's not into innapropriate behavior. Some imperfect behavior is to be expected but other is obviously over the boundary for good reasons. Nevertheless Madeline is shy so she rarely tells them, "You're misbehaving. Stop it!" one way or another.

As her chief story narrator, I'll give a few examples.

The last was a handsome young man named Hunkly moving in mysterious ways, communicating with his hands, playing loud music and lip synced, too. He seemed very talented, too. Soundly the loud music turned to beligerant language so Madeline did the right thing, she left.

Earlier she visited the group of a very sweet, innocent seeming participant named Ambient. She would...