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@ -269,3 +269,57 @@ The place turned out to be a coffee shop that seemed to specialize in coffee-ins
We stepped first to Infinite Café, an enormous sim that allowed any coffee shop on Lagrange to link an entrance. It took the form of an enormous ring looping up over us with what looked to be thousands of mismatched buildings lining its single avenue. A sign before us announced this to be the cocktails district.
I upped my estimate to tens of thousands.
We numbly followed Lily as she led us through the incredibly crowded thoroughfare to an unassuming brick building with a glass door. Inside we found a sparklingly white interior, with the bar and tables being looping and curving slabs of marble.
Pausing just inside the door, shielding our eyes against the brightness of so much white, Rush laughed. "Goddamn, what a look."
We sat on the awkward and uncomfortable stools at one of the tall tables huddled in a corner, each nursing our espresso martinis or negronis or Irish coffees.
"Anubias."
We all looked to this new instance of us, this new member of our clade.
"Anubias. I was hunting for more marsh plants while we ordered, and I think I like that one best. Really don't want to be associated with Marsh themself, now."
"Anubias," I murmured, looking the plant up on the perisystem. "Like Anubis?"
They nodded. "God of the funeral rites."
Lily scoffed and shook her head. "Which one of you dumbasses is *that* morbid?"
We laughed.
"That was pretty fucked," Sedge said.
"Yeah." Anubias turned their martini by the stem of the glass between their fingers. "We probably should have asked."
In an attempt to head off further conversation, I agreed quickly. "We really should have. I'm not sorry that we went through with the merge, but I *am* sorry that we brought them into it. Vos cut all contact with me. I'm sorry that we thought of this whole thing as rebuilding Marsh. I knew it wouldn't be that on some level, but..." I trailed off, shrugged.
Sedge nodded. "I kind of figured it wouldn't be, too, not after seeing the new Jonas stumbling like that."
"Yeah. I'm sorry, all."
Lily shrugged. "We knew what we were getting into, at least mostly. We all agreed."
"You seem weirdly relaxed," I said. "Actually, you seem almost chipper."
"I got to watch you get punched in the face," she said smugly.
I rolled my eyes.
"Really, though, I feel a lot...I don't know. Lighter, maybe? Like I got a lot off my chest in the process. I'll want to talk with you, Anubias, at some point to keep thinking about this whole Odist thing."
They nodded. "Sure."
"But yeah, even just going through with this felt like a step forward after however many steps backward. It feels like ages since that dinner at your place, Reed."
"Yeah."
Silence fell again as we drank.
"So what do we do now?" Cress asked, downing the rest of their drink in one go.
We all looked around at each other, searching for answers in each other's faces. I let the moment linger. There was, as always, a pressure on me as the oldest to speak up, to be some sort of, if not leader, then at least wrangler-of-opinions.
"Start processing, I guess," I said at last. "Send letters to the LVs, catch up with friends, spend time with loved ones, and start processing whatever the world has become."

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@ -41,10 +41,10 @@ NB: It's frankly astonishing how few cats there are in this story. Fix that.
* [o] [013](013) --- Dry Grass mourns, Reed catches Cress and Tule up with regards to System changes, cross-tree merges --- 2395
* [o] [014](014) --- Reed and Hanne talking, Reed admits to starting to grieve now that things are calming down, expresses doubts about reconstruction --- 1775
* [o] [015](015) --- Date with Dry Grass, talking about reconstruction --- 2002
* [o] [016](016) --- (Discussing list of requests to systech both phys- and sys-side for improvement, incl someone digging into Artemisian archives) --- 3975
* [ ] [017](017) --- (It doesn't work, there is only them, no Marsh, Vos gets *very mad*, clade admits it's time to start grieving proper)
* [ ] Epilogue --- Life after
* [ ] [018](018) --- (Months later, a letter from Marsh#Castor or #Pollux expressing grief, coming to terms with letting go of the past, conversation 2 with A Finger Pointing (and other Odists) about being a clade without a root)
* [o] [016](016) --- Discussing social changes both phys- and sys-side, improvements on the table, someone digging into Artemisian archives, Reed decides to go through with cross-tree merge --- 3975
* [.] [017](017) --- It doesn't work, there is only them, no Marsh, Vos gets *very mad*, clade admits it's time to start grieving proper --- 3619
* [.] Epilogue --- Life after
* [.] [018](018) --- (~8 months later, a letter from Marsh#Castor or #Pollux expressing grief, coming to terms with letting go of the past, conversation 2 with A Finger Pointing (and other Odists) about being a clade without a root)
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