From 1e0f7571f32ca92ff24e688d77e7dd6165997a7b Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Fri, 24 Sep 2021 16:10:04 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/004.md | 2 +- writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/005.md | 2 +- 2 files changed, 2 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/004.md b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/004.md index 393f109c..dc37fc8f 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/004.md +++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/004.md @@ -106,7 +106,7 @@ Dear tilted its head inquisitively. "Ezekiel talked about a Jonah. Is that someone else." -*"Oh, yes. Jonah is a name that fits his current mode better, I suppose. We were all there, along with our phys-side accomplice in the campaign for secession and the L5 launch, Yared.* +*"Oh, yes. Same person. Jonah is a name that fits Ezekiel's current mode better, I suppose. We were all there, along with our phys-side accomplice in the campaign for secession and the L5 launch, Yared.* *"The mood was very celebratory. We all sat in that booth--"* it said, nodding toward the corner booth. *"--and counted down with everyone. It was all very exciting. Everyone was giddy and laughing, and there were fireworks outside."* diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/005.md b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/005.md index 6d9f06df..a133928b 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/005.md +++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/005.md @@ -4,7 +4,7 @@ Codrin was, as ey supposed everyone must be, primed to hunt for patterns. The Odists, as much as they tried to resist it, were as beholden to living within a pattern as any other group of individuals. Perhaps more so than other clades, but certainly well within the realm of societies, or even families. It wasn't just that they were all weird --- though they were --- nor that many of them fit the mold of either the human or skunk versions of Michelle Hadje --- though that was certainly true. It was a matter of bearing, of how they carried themselves, of how they expressed themselves. Not all were as excitable as Dear nor as affectionate as May Then My Name, but all of the ones that ey had met had the same walk, the same smile, the same sensation of quiet when they were quiet and the same way of speaking when they spoke. -The differences, then, were in the details. Where Qoheleth had opted for the biblical look, May Then My Name had decided on a comfortable softness that befitted her similarly comfortable, soft nature. And where Dear had wholly owned a look that somehow managed to be painfully well-dressed and playful, the woman before him exuded all of the casual cool of one who was relaxing on a summer Saturday. It was a weekend look, and ey could not find any other way to describe it. +The differences, then, were in the details. Where Qoheleth had opted for the biblical look, May Then My Name had decided on a comfortable softness that befitted her similarly comfortable, soft nature. And where Dear had wholly owned a look that somehow managed to be painfully well-dressed and playful, the woman before em exuded all of the casual cool of one who was relaxing on a summer Saturday. It was a weekend look, and ey could not find any other way to describe it. Ey was surprised when ey had been contacted by her, rather than the other way around.