update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/007.md

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-# Codrin Bălan#Artemis --- 2346
+# Codrin Bălan#Castor --- 2346
 
     Convergence T-3 days, 6 hours, 44 minutes
 
@@ -52,7 +52,7 @@ Jonas waved away the comment. "You're fine, Tycho. Not everyone is True Name."
 
 Both instances of the skunk made a rude gesture at him.
 
-"Yeah, well, fuck you too." He laughed. "Alright. The rest of the tasks will be specific to each group, so--" He forked, and the new instance continued, "--#Emissaries, with me to Emissary Staging#553a49c. The rest to Artemis Staging#ad89ae3."
+"Yeah, well, fuck you too." He laughed. "Alright. The rest of the tasks will be specific to each group, so--" He forked, and the new instance continued, "--#Artemises, with me to Emissary Staging#553a49c. The rest to Artemis Staging#ad89ae3."
 
 Ey lingered for a few seconds and thought. One thing this project had that none of the others had had was the feeling of stepping away from home and leaving it behind completely. There would be no coming home for dinner after a day of interviewing or researching. There would be no returning to the tightly controlled chaos that had become the comforting dynamic among eir little family. Ey stood, watching the others step away, including the other version of emself, and soaked in the sensation of longing.
 
@@ -64,7 +64,7 @@ Ey was instructed to create a #Assist instance to leave behind and ferry message
 
 Codrin pulled out a chair at the table and sat between Tycho and Sarah. "Will this be mostly on Tycho?"
 
-The astronomer shrugged. "We're the science side, yeah, but we can exchange all the math we'd like without meeting like this. I think it'd be better to say that we'll be talking about the differences in how we learn and proceed through science. It'll be good to learn what we can, and I plan on asking a ton of questions, but it's almost more Sarah's arena." He grinned, added, "Don't get me wrong, though. I'll still be more in my element than Tycho#Emissary."
+The astronomer shrugged. "We're the science side, yeah, but we can exchange all the math we'd like without meeting like this. I think it'd be better to say that we'll be talking about the differences in how we learn and proceed through science. It'll be good to learn what we can, and I plan on asking a ton of questions, but it's almost more Sarah's arena." He grinned, added, "Don't get me wrong, though. I'll still be more in my element than Tycho#Artemis."
 
 "Correct," True Name said. "Tycho will be asking questions on math, physics, and astronomy, Why Ask Questions on biology, and Sarah on language and health, but her other duty will be to observe how they answer and glean the different ways in which they learn and communicate to see how they tick and where our common ground lies."
 

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

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-# Codrin Bălan#Emissary --- 2346
+# Codrin Bălan#Artemis --- 2346
+
+    Convergence T-3 days, 6 hours, 0 minutes
 
 Arrival.
 
@@ -20,13 +22,13 @@ Rather than eyes, there was a mirrored panel of black, looking more mercury than
 
 *Well, this will be interesting.*
 
-To their right a being of similar shape stood on two legs, though one far smaller, coming up only to Codrin's breastbone. The longer ey looked, however, the more those similarities began to fall away. Yes, it stood on two powerful legs; yes, its body was canted forward and kept on balance with a thick tail; yes, it had an elongated snout.
+To their right a being of similar shape stood on two legs, though one far smaller, coming up only to Codrin's chin. The longer ey looked, however, the more those similarities began to fall away. Yes, it stood on two powerful legs; yes, its body was canted forward and kept on balance with a thick tail; yes, it had an elongated snout.
 
-However, rather than that supple plastic, it was coated in a scaly hide, washed in oil-sheen colors. Where the firstrace representatives had little in the way of facial features, though, Stolon, ey assumed, almost seemed to have a surfeit. Their eyes were bright and curious, their mouth seemingly ready to a smile --- or some other expression, ey reminded emself, as what appeared to be a smile to humans may not be so to secondrace. They did not have hair, as made sense for a lizard of some sort, but they did have a crest of what appeared to be feathers of a sort, or perhaps massively elongated scales.
+However, rather than that supple plastic, it was coated in a scaly hide, washed in oil-sheen colors. Where the firstrace representatives had little in the way of facial features, though, Stolon, ey assumed, almost seemed to have a surfeit. Their eyes were bright and curious, their mouth seemingly ready to a smile --- or some other expression, ey reminded emself, as what appeared to be a smile to humans may not be so to thirdrace. They did not have hair, as made sense for a lizard of some sort, but they did have a crest of what appeared to be feathers of a sort, or perhaps massively elongated scales.
 
-Beside Stolon and standing a head shorter than even them was a creature that reminded em so much of Debarre that ey did a double-take. The resemblance was uncanny: a svelte coat of brown fur with a creamier white starting beneath the chin and heading down over their front --- or at least, ey assumed it continued beneath the thin, blue tunic they were wearing --- and a black-tipped tail behind. Plenty of whiskers, curious eyes.
+Beside Stolon and standing a head shorter than even them was a creature that reminded em so much of Debarre that ey did a double-take. The resemblance was uncanny: a svelte coat of brown fur with a creamier white starting beneath the chin and heading down over their front --- or at least, ey assumed it continued beneath the thin, blue tunic they were wearing --- and a black-tipped tail behind. Plenty of whiskers, dark eyes.
 
-The last of the Artemisians, Artante Diria, looked almost-but-not-quite human. Her features seemed far smoother, with a nose that melted into her face and earlobes that ramped smoothly down into her neck below. Beyond that, however, the differences were negligible. She could easily get lost in a crowd of humans with no problem whatsoever, another face of Asian descent. She even wore a blue tunic and sarong of nearly identical cut to what ey had worn for so long.
+The last of the Artemisians, Artante Diria, looked almost-but-not-quite human. Her features seemed far smoother, with a nose that melted into her face and earlobes that ramped smoothly down into her neck below. Beyond that, however, the differences were negligible. She could easily get lost in a crowd of humans with no problem whatsoever, another face of Asian descent, perhaps. She even wore a blue tunic and sarong of nearly identical cut to what ey had worn for so long.
 
 All five of stood still, expectantly.