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Madison Scott-Clary 2022-02-05 16:05:09 -08:00
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writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/016.md
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@ -60,7 +60,7 @@ Perhaps they toasted to him. Perhaps they said goodbye to him, calling out. Perh
He didn't know.
Before he could look, before he could listen, he set his glass down, turned on his heel and walked straight into the customs building.
Before he could look, before he could listen, he set his glass down, turned on his heel and walked straight into the customs building, temporarily off-limits for tonight's event. His event.
Within, there was a small pedestal that bore a plaque he'd read countless times by now: *Place your hand on the pedestal below and hold it there for ten seconds. This is a **transfer process** of the current instance, so please be sure to leave a fork behind.*

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@ -132,7 +132,7 @@ True Name accepted the sheet, read through, thought for a moment, then scribbled
When it arrived before him, Tycho skimmed through the letter: "Both parties...agreed...fifthrace...welcome..." followed by a few blocks of unsettled text that he supposed must be the eyes-only signatures of the Artemisians and the other two emissaries before him.
What could he possibly write that would ensure that Tycho#Castor knew the letter was verifiable? He looked around at the other emissaries, thought back through the last few weeks, and wrote: "Remember what you told Codrin during eir interview: imagine sitting at home, knowing that you could have flung yourself off into space, out among the dangers and excitement, and choosing instead that boring safety?"
What could he possibly write that would ensure that Tycho#Castor knew the letter was verifiable? He looked around at the other emissaries, thought back through the last few weeks, and wrote: "Remember what you told Codrin during eir interview: imagine sitting at home, knowing that you could have flung yourself off into space, out among the dangers and excitement, and choosing instead that boring safety? Well, here we are."
He passed the note on to Sarah, who affixed her signature and handed it back to Codrin. Ey held it briefly, looking to be deep in thought, then nodded. "It has been sent, leader Turun Ka."