diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/001.md b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/001.md
index 26d73ce4..5b94e1c2 100644
--- a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/001.md
+++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/001.md
@@ -1,6 +1,6 @@
 # Codrin Bălan#Castor --- 2325
 
-After their "deaths", such as they were, Dear cackled madly and ran about the still roaring bonfire, prancing and leaping, forking dozens of copies as it went. Its sim had been set up in the Launch Systems, both Castor and Pollux, precisely as it had in the L<sub>5</sub> System, down to all of the decorations and flames. As soon as they had transferred themselves over to those Systems --- something which they had been told would take several minutes across the micro-Ansibles connecting the three systems, but which was as subjectively instantaneous as any normal transit --- they were alone. The crowd was gone, the singing was gone, and any chance of reversibility had gone with them. There was no way that Codrin or Dear or Dear's partner could ever go back. The transit was one-way. *"There is no going and there is no back,"* Dear had been saying for months now.
+After their 'deaths'5, such as they were, Dear cackled madly and ran about the still roaring bonfire, prancing and leaping, forking dozens of copies as it went. Its sim had been set up in the Launch Systems, both Castor and Pollux, precisely as it had in the L<sub>5</sub> System, down to all of the decorations and flames. As soon as they had transferred themselves over to those Systems --- something which they had been told would take several minutes across the micro-Ansibles connecting the three systems, but which was as subjectively instantaneous as any normal transit --- they were alone. The crowd was gone, the singing was gone, and any chance of reversibility had gone with them. There was no way that Codrin or Dear or Dear's partner could ever go back. The transit was one-way. *"There is no going and there is no back,"* Dear had been saying for months now.
 
 *"It is done! It is done!* the fox hollered. *"It is done and those poor saps did not even get to finish their song! Oh, to see their faces! Crumbling sim, friends forever cut off!"*
 
diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/002.md b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/002.md
index 4ac3fa08..4578547c 100644
--- a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/002.md
+++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/002.md
@@ -20,7 +20,7 @@ And so when eir mind was too tangled up in itself to get anything done, Codrin w
 
 The endless prairie also provided an outlet to seek solitude.
 
-Moving in with Dear and its parter had been decided on a whim, originally as a way to complete the project ey had undertaken, and then when their relationship began to encompass em as well, ey had found emself suddenly surrounded by those other than emself.
+Moving in with Dear and its partner had been decided on a whim, originally as a way to complete the project ey had undertaken, and then when their relationship began to encompass em as well, ey had found emself suddenly surrounded by those other than emself.
 
 This had had its ups and downs. Ey did not realize that a not insubstantial portion of what ey had previously labeled boredom or listlessness had been loneliness. That feeling of becoming a part of something that required emotional investment and paid back emotional dividends had fulfilled em in a way that ey had not expected. Ey had talked about this with Ioan a year or so after ey had noticed it, and eir down-tree instance had agreed far more readily than ey had expected, saying that the Ode clade project had led to something of a sea change within em, and then reminded Codrin that ey had merged before moving in with Dear and had both perspectives within em now, solitary and social.
 
diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/006.md b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/006.md
index 851f0e0c..96443609 100644
--- a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/006.md
+++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/006.md
@@ -38,7 +38,7 @@ Dear's partner explained as Codrin followed them to the kitchen. "That's Yared Z
 
 Ey stopped halfway through opening a bottle of wine. "Really? I wasn't expecting a dinner full of politicians."
 
-They laughed. "I don't think any of them would call themselves politicians. Dear would call itself an "interested party" or something similarly vague. I think Debarre would call himself a guide, or maybe a dupe. user11824 would just call himself boring. Get used to that word, he uses it a lot."
+They laughed. "I don't think any of them would call themselves politicians. Dear would call itself an 'interested party' or something similarly vague. I think Debarre would call himself a guide, or maybe a dupe. user11824 would just call himself boring. Get used to that word, he uses it a lot."
 
 "And Yared? He seems, I don't know, nervous."
 
@@ -186,7 +186,7 @@ Yared nodded. "Yes. As soon as it was decided that anyone could become a Christi
 
 "I can kind of see where this is going," Codrin said slowly. "Secession is rather like the point at which the System effectively became its own country."
 
-"Bear with me. What your partner showed me was an alternate telling of this story. Sometime back in medieval Europe, a Jewish community started circulating an old story called "Toledot Yeshu", which means something like the ancestry or generations of Jesus. Much of it is a retelling of the gospels with Jesus as a trickster magician. But Paul in this story becomes something more interesting, apologies to present company."
+"Bear with me. What your partner showed me was an alternate telling of this story. Sometime back in medieval Europe, a Jewish community started circulating an old story called 'Toledot Yeshu', which means something like the ancestry or generations of Jesus. Much of it is a retelling of the gospels with Jesus as a trickster magician. But Paul in this story becomes something more interesting, apologies to present company."
 
 user11824 rolled his eyes and finished his wine.
 
diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/012.md b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/012.md
index 83a05798..2b4ff1dd 100644
--- a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/012.md
+++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/012.md
@@ -100,7 +100,7 @@ She stayed silent.
 
 "So that you could steer me?"
 
-"Yes"
+"Yes."
 
 "So that you could, what, make me like you? Become my lover or trusted confidant?"
 
diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/secession/phys/Yared/006.md b/writing/post-self/toledot/secession/phys/Yared/006.md
index 55e94533..c8c57832 100644
--- a/writing/post-self/toledot/secession/phys/Yared/006.md
+++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/secession/phys/Yared/006.md
@@ -110,7 +110,7 @@ At least the bus was air conditioned, and it gave him time to draft his post in
 >
 > I asked, "How does that work, anyway? Do you feel like a human except in a different shape?"
 >
-> Her response was a while in coming. "Yes and no. I look different, to be sure. Anyone who has seen a furry can probably imagine what that means. My av on the 'net allowed me some sensation of that, in that I was provided with a vague sense of touch on my tail, and the sensation of my ears had been moved higher up on my head to approximate the location where the ears of [my species] are located. Having a muzzle worked well enough. Here, though, the proprioception is complete in a way that an avatar could not hope to be. It made the avatar feel more like a set of clothes and a mask than it did an actual form. Here, it is my form. It made my avatar feel almost cartoonish, with the standard fur patterns a bit too exact and the claws on my fingers nearly identical. Here it can be --- must be --- as detailed as I would like. My claws wear at different rates, fur colors mingle organically. That is a sign of aposematism, did you know that? It is a warning to those who would attack to stay away. I could even smell like my species, should I choose, though I have not"
+> Her response was a while in coming. "Yes and no. I look different, to be sure. Anyone who has seen a furry can probably imagine what that means. My av on the 'net allowed me some sensation of that, in that I was provided with a vague sense of touch on my tail, and the sensation of my ears had been moved higher up on my head to approximate the location where the ears of [my species] are located. Having a muzzle worked well enough. Here, though, the proprioception is complete in a way that an avatar could not hope to be. It made the avatar feel more like a set of clothes and a mask than it did an actual form. Here, it is my form. It made my avatar feel almost cartoonish, with the standard fur patterns a bit too exact and the claws on my fingers nearly identical. Here it can be --- must be --- as detailed as I would like. My claws wear at different rates, fur colors mingle organically. That is a sign of aposematism, did you know that? It is a warning to those who would attack to stay away. I could even smell like my species, should I choose, though I have not."
 >
 > John said, "Confirmed. She smells like flowers."
 >
diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/secession/sys/True-Name/005.md b/writing/post-self/toledot/secession/sys/True-Name/005.md
index 9750da4c..458f6da3 100644
--- a/writing/post-self/toledot/secession/sys/True-Name/005.md
+++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/secession/sys/True-Name/005.md
@@ -8,7 +8,7 @@ She had laughed, given a bow, and stood up straighter once more. "Glad you appro
 
 "I'm surprised you didn't work it in bit by bit, but it'll go over well."
 
-It did, thankfully. When she met with a few of the council members --- Debarre and Zeke, thankfully --- in order to request the delay on the meeting, they had both complimented her on her looks. She explained it away as wanting try looking "a little less dumpy", a calculated phrase which had gotten a laugh out of Zeke.
+It did, thankfully. When she met with a few of the council members --- Debarre and Zeke, thankfully --- in order to request the delay on the meeting, they had both complimented her on her looks. She explained it away as wanting try looking 'a little less dumpy', a calculated phrase which had gotten a laugh out of Zeke.
 
 But now, the time had come to actually have the council meeting, which was taking place on a set of benches set alongside the edge of a well manicured pond. The S-R Bloc trio showed up in high-collared coats, hats, and sun-glasses.