update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/001.md

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 # Codrin Bălan --- 2346
     
-    Convergence T-22 days, 4 hours, 12 minutes
+    Convergence T-22 days, 9 hours, 12 minutes
 
 Tycho stayed until they could talk him down from the plateau of anxiety he had seemed determined to hold onto for as long as he could. They fed him tea, then ice water, then leftovers, anything they could do to help. They talked to him about how to prepare for the inevitable discussions that would be coming from the other astronomers aboard as well as for the inevitable contact that would come from the Odists or Jonases, seeking answers to why he had done the things that he'd done.
 
@@ -38,7 +38,7 @@ Codrin slouched down into the couch further, resting the coffee mug on eir stoma
 
 *"Seconded,"* Dear mumbled. *"I am surprised you slept through that, my love."*
 
-"I'm one of the lucky ones who can sleep through anything," its partner said, grinning. "But Codrin dear, first, how do you feel about being woken up so early?"
+"I'm one of the lucky ones who can sleep through anything," their partner said, grinning. "But Codrin dear, first, how do you feel about being woken up so early?"
 
 "I don't think that really entered into my mind. That's how I met Dear, after all. A jolt of adrenaline and then a sensorium message."
 

writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/001.md

@@ -4,7 +4,7 @@
 
 It took Tycho Brahe what felt like an age to remember Codrin Bălan, and then it took em a panicked age longer to remember that, yes, sensorium messages were a thing, had been a thing for more than two centuries, and a third age still to remember how to send one.
 
-There was some unknown urgency within him, and even though he supposed that there was no need to hurry, he nonetheless did not fork, deeming it not worth the time to remember how in his rush. Instead, he simply sent a message to the historian beginning with a jolt of adrenaline, and began talking.
+There was some unknown urgency within him, and even though he supposed that there was no need to hurry, he nonetheless did not fork, deeming it not worth the time to remember how in his rush. Instead, he simply queued up a message to the historian beginning with a jolt of adrenaline, and began talking.
 
 "Codrin, uh, Mx. Bălan, I really, really need to talk with you. Like, right now. I need to talk with you right now. Can we meet? It's incredibly urgent, I'm sorry. I know it's late. Can we meet?"
 
@@ -50,7 +50,7 @@ The historian startled back. "I'm afraid I don't follow, Dr. Brahe, I--"
 
 "Can we at least step outside?"
 
-*"If you would like me to be elsewhere, I can, Dr. Brahe,"* the fox said, standing at the entryway to the kitchen, three mugs in its paws. *"But I do hope that you will trust me."*
+*"If you would like me to be elsewhere, Dr. Brahe, I can be,"* the fox said, standing at the entryway to the kitchen, three mugs in its paws. *"But I do hope that you will trust me."*
 
 Tycho stared at the fox.
 
@@ -72,7 +72,7 @@ Codrin froze, mug halfway lifted. Dear's ears stood erect, and all sleepiness fl
 
 The historian set eir mug back down on the table without taking a sip, saying, "Tell me all that you can."
 
-So he recounted the events of the previous hour. Of the sudden interruption of an impersonal message, a simple note from the perisystem architecture informing him, the astronomer on duty, of the signal received.
+So he recounted the events of the previous hour. The sudden interruption of an impersonal message, a simple note from the perisystem architecture informing him, the astronomer on duty, of the signal received.
 
 *"What signal was it? Were the primes echoed back to us?"* Dear, asked.
 

writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/002.md

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 # Tycho Brahe --- 2346
     
-    Convergence T-22 days, 4 hours, 23 minutes
+    Convergence T-22 days, 8 hours, 23 minutes
 
 Tycho returned to that field beneath the stars after the conversation with Codrin and Dear to find someone already waiting for him.