update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/003.md

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 # Ioan Bălan --- 2346
 
+    Convergence T-8 days, 1 hour, 1 minute (transmission delay: 7.23 days)
+
 Ioan knew what was coming, so ey was able to brace emself well enough when May came barrelling out of the default entry point on the dandelion-ridden field that ey was not totally bowled over, managing at least a somewhat graceful descent to the ground. The skunk had already looped her arms around eir middle and tucked her head up under eir chin before ey was even able to sit up straight enough to get eir arms around her.
 
 "You nut." Ey laughed, reaching up to tug at one of her ears affectionately. "Good to see you, too."
@@ -74,7 +76,7 @@ She nodded and sat in silence for a minute before setting her cup down. "We are
 
 Ioan and Douglas collected plates and coffee cups, then the three of them trooped out into the field while May spoke.
 
-"We have lost May One Day Death Itself Not Die and I Do Not Know. Death Itself stopped talking, and then she stopped moving. In Dreams visited for a while there, and a few days ago asked me to come visit as well. That is why this spell seemed to last longer than usual. Evening hit, she smiled at us, shrugged, and then quit."
+"We have lost May One Day Death Itself Not Die and I Do Not Know, I Do Not Know. Death Itself stopped talking, and then she stopped moving. In Dreams visited for a while there, and a few days ago asked me to come visit as well. That is why this spell seemed to last longer than usual. Evening hit, she smiled at us, shrugged, and then quit."
 
 May's voice was thick as she continued. "They all lived in the same house, did you know that? All ten of that stanza. Many of them did not even talk with each other, and none of them ever forked. They were always quite unstable. The next morning, I Do Not Know was gone, and Names Of The Dead said that she had quit shortly before sunrise."
 

writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/008.md

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-# Codrin Bălan#Artemis --- 2346
+# Codrin Bălan#Castor --- 2346
 
 Codrin was pleased to see that some magic wrought by the Ansible engineers both here on Castor and their counterparts over on Artemis allowed the Artemisians to assume what must be their natural forms and that they weren't greeted by a gaggle of Douglases. Ey'd never seen Douglas, but it would have been unnerving and difficult to differentiate them. They'd even come wearing clothes --- those who wore them, at least, this Iska and Artante Diria --- which ey supposed they would appreciate. One of those benefits of System-to-System Ansibles that they'd enjoyed on their transit from L<sub>5</sub> to LVs, as well.
 
 So it was that they found themselves lined up opposite their counterparts across the table from each other, exchanging their formal greetings.
 
-"*Rehasiër munachla achles eslosam. Tapotevier les unachadev The-Only-Time-I-Know-My-True-Name-Is-When-I-Dream-am, ite True-Name.*" The skunk bowed formally, deep and at the waist.
+"*Rehasiër munachla achles eslosam. Tapotevier les unachadev itek The-Only-Time-I-Know-My-True-Name-Is-When-I-Dream-am, True-Name itet.*" The skunk bowed formally, deep and at the waist.
 
 The firstracer before her bowed its head, a movement that took place solely in the neck rather than the waist. "Greetings, and thank you for letting us join you. I am the leader, and my name is Turun Ka."
 

writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/005.md

@@ -12,7 +12,7 @@ There on that wall, shadows played. Shadows of leaves, the arc of a fountain.
 
 And in that room, that soft rush of water only served to muffle the voices of so many others. They had to be the Artemisians. They had to be. But the water was just loud enough, added just enough white noise, that he could pick out no singular detail. There were fricatives. There were plosives. There were ejectives.
 
-And the harder he listened, the more details he almost-but-not-quite heard. First there was the sound of a masculine voice, and then the sound of something more feminine. First there was the careful modulation of some machine-produced voice, then the mellifluous tones of something undeniably organic.
+And the harder he listened, the more details he almost-but-not-quite heard. First there was the sound of a masculine voice, and then the sound of something more feminine. First there was the careful modulation of some machine-produced voice, then the melodious tones of something undeniably organic.
 
 And he wasn't supposed to be there. He was supposed to be somewhere else. He wasn't allowed. He wasn't permitted. He was supposed to be somewhere different, not creeping along the unending right-hand wall of the hallway, straining to hear yet more detail from a group of incomprehensible others.
 

writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/001.md

@@ -100,7 +100,7 @@ Codrin was silent for a long moment as ey thought about this. The part of em tha
 
 "I don't know," ey said at last. Ey pointed carefully toward that trim of fur. "How long did it take for this to appear?"
 
-"Zero-point-one-eight seconds common time from your arrival-constitution." Turun Ko stepped closer, bowing its head to investigate the fur. "She is existing-in-time slower. She appears-seems frozen because she is in slow-time. She departed-slid-away from common time zero-point-one-six seconds after arrival by a factor of negative two-point-six. Think-remember, recorder Codrin Bălan, and you will know these things."
+"Zero-point-one-eight seconds common time from your arrival-constitution." Turun Ko stepped closer, bowing its head to investigate the fur. "She is existing-in-time slower. She appears-seems frozen because she is in slow-time. She departed-slid-away from common time zero-point-one-six seconds after arrival by a skew factor of negative two-point-six. Think-remember, recorder Codrin Bălan, and you will know these things."
 
 Ey tilted eir head and then, considering how it felt to have a merge available to remember, tried to remember the factor by which eir experience of time differed from common time. The concepts were hazily defined to em --- ey didn't know what common time was, where the point of reference lay --- and yet all the same, ey knew that eir time-skew factor was two-point-one-eight.