From 65bc5220e5bb5d2a19dab0078776f6acc2633934 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sun, 8 May 2022 12:00:08 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/007.md | 4 ++-- 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/007.md b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/007.md index ec4b88b7..23b3e1e7 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/007.md +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/007.md @@ -16,7 +16,7 @@ At last, though, they had dotted all of the 'i's they could find and crossed all The five of them trickled into the boardroom. They'd been told to dress 'nice, but comfortable', which didn't change anything for True Name. Why Ask Questions had dressed in a matching outfit. Tycho had swapped out a plaid flannel shirt for a plain white one, but remained in his jeans. Sarah had opted for a blouse and slacks that fit well with her middle-aged, mid-career psychologist aesthetic. -It left Codrin feeling somewhat overdressed for the occasion, but ey shook it off as best ey could. A few years prior, ey'd written a short paper on traditional clothing styles that had been ported into the System, many of which had seen a resurgence, up where cost was no longer a barrier. Ever since, when nicer dress was required, ey'd taken to dressing in various levels of traditional Romanian garb from the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. For this project, that meant an embroidered, wide-sleeved blouse and a simple, ankle-length wrap-around skirt, over which was layered a fotă, an over-skirt rather like an apron in rich, embroidered red, with a simpler panel of fabric hanging from the back. +It left Codrin feeling somewhat overdressed for the occasion, but ey shook it off as best ey could. A few years prior, ey'd written a short paper on traditional clothing styles that had been ported into the System, many of which had seen a resurgence, up where cost was no longer a barrier. Ever since, when nicer dress was required, ey'd taken to dressing in various levels of traditional Romanian garb from the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. For this project, that meant an embroidered, wide-sleeved blouse and a simple, ankle-length wrap-around skirt, over which was layered a fotă, an over-skirt rather like an apron, in rich, embroidered red, with a simpler panel of fabric hanging from the back. Ey had even braided eir hair. Ah well. @@ -34,7 +34,7 @@ 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, "--#Artemises, 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 Artemis Staging#553a49c. The rest to Castor 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 comfortable dynamic among eir little family. Ey stood, watching the others step away, including the other versions of emself, and soaked in the sensation of longing.