From 87b1dbb3d58d89ce09431036f3e8b3f27868c48d Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2022 13:00:07 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/001.md | 2 +- writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/005.md | 6 +++--- 2 files changed, 4 insertions(+), 4 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/001.md b/writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/001.md index 6878d52e..7cd79626 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/001.md +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/001.md @@ -57,7 +57,7 @@ Did say, it turned out, when she first entered. At that, her ears perked and she pulled out the chair beside em. "Alright, spill it." -"Someone picked up the signal from the Dreamer Module. They say they understand the bit about how to use the Ansible and an astronomer --- Tycho Brahe, who Codrin said ey interviewed --- gave them permission to without thinking." +"Someone picked up the signal from the Dreamer Module. They say they understand the bit about how to use the Ansible and an astronomer --- Tycho Brahe, who Codrin interviewed --- gave them permission to without thinking." The skunk frowned, sitting up straighter in her chair. "So aliens are going to upload to Castor?" diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/005.md b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/005.md index 41f735f0..fa12e596 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/005.md +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/005.md @@ -84,7 +84,7 @@ He took a moment to write this down, as well as a few other sub-questions she me She nodded. -"What about when each of the races joined? That would give us an idea of how long they've been around." +"What about when each of the races joined? That would give us an idea of how long they've been traveling." "Good one." She grinned, tapping her pen against the table. "I knew we kept you around for a reason." @@ -98,7 +98,7 @@ And yet she'd not given her name, and so he was forced to consider the 'long-liv He frowned. "I don't know about that one. It can be a very involved answer, and who knows, maybe even touchy. Perhaps a separate set of questions for science down the line, since those will take them more time to come up with. Maybe we can come up with a list of questions to have them prepare answers for at the conference." -"Oh! Delightful idea!" She paused, likely sending off a note to one of her cocladists. "We will tackle that a separate time. I agree with you, though, that keeping this to more cultural and social topics will help. We can offer similar in return. Let us ask about leisure activities, then. What kind of stories do they tell? How do they tell them? Is storytelling limited to certain individuals, or considered a skilled trade? Is there a concept of work to make leisure time important?" +"Oh! Wonderful idea!" She paused, likely sending off a note to one of her cocladists. "We will tackle that a separate time. I agree with you, though, that keeping this to more cultural and social topics will help. We can offer similar in return. Let us ask about leisure activities, then. What kind of stories do they tell? How do they tell them? Is storytelling limited to certain individuals, or considered a skilled trade? Is there a concept of work to make leisure time important?" Tycho scribbled the rapid fire questions down on the pad, nodding as he did. Once he was finished, he said, "That got me thinking of another question, but I'm not sure how well it fits, so feel free to poke holes in it. How do you feel about asking if they dream?" @@ -114,6 +114,6 @@ He blinked, tilting his head. "Are you sure?" Tycho stopped himself from asking why, realizing she would likely answer in the same way. "Alright, then. This is fun, thanks for giving me the chance to work on it." -"Of course, of course." she giggled leaning across the table to ruffle his graying hair. "You fucking taskers, you need breaks, too." +"Of course, of course." She giggled leaning across the table to ruffle his graying hair. "You fucking taskers, you need breaks, too." He laughed, struggling to re-comb his hair with only his fingers. Once more surprised at just how comfortable she made him feel. He liked her, whoever she was.