update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/003.md

@@ -91,7 +91,7 @@ Dear shrugged. *"I can get you in touch with plenty of artists. How opposite of
 
 "I'm not sure that's quite the goal, so much as someone who can be engaged and can contribute without being as cynical as anyone from True Name's stanza or as singularly focused as Tycho. I think what might be good is just someone ordinary. Someone normal. Boring."
 
-Dear's partner raised their eyebrowws. "If you want someone who would be interested, is pleasant to be around, and is able to engage in a conversation without going down a rabbit hole or starting a fight, I think I know someone."
+Dear's partner raised their eyebrows. "If you want someone who would be interested, is pleasant to be around, and is able to engage in a conversation without going down a rabbit hole or starting a fight, I think I know someone."
 
 *"Slander. I can engage in conversations and I do not go down rabbit holes or start fights."*
 

writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/004.md

@@ -60,7 +60,7 @@ Eventually, she asked, "When did you send the message? Was it eyes only?"
 
 "It was, yeah. I sent it about noon. Why do you ask?"
 
-"I would like to prepare my clade back on the System to either discuss this with em or to prepare for the possibility that ey will tell others. Five hours is not too long, though. As long as ey has not published anything to the perisystem feeds, of course."
+"I would like to let my clade back on Lagrange know to either discuss this with em or to prepare for the possibility that ey will tell others. Five hours is not too long, though. As long as ey has not published anything to the perisystem feeds, of course."
 
 Ey frowned. "Should I not have?"
 
@@ -114,7 +114,7 @@ Tycho nodded, lifting his wine glass an inch or so off the table in a token resp
 
 "How about you, Ms. Genet?" The skunk asked. She had, Codrin realized, read the silence as well as em, finding the perfect moment to guide the conversation back on track. "Assuming that they are indeed real, how do you feel about our guests?"
 
-She set her wine glass down, looking up to the stars. "I don't know if 'curious' is an emotion, but that's at the forefront of my mind. I'm not feeling anxious or scared, and I guess I'm a little excited, but more than that I'm just feeling curious about the whole venture. Will they look like us or will they look like, uh...Douglas, was it? Douglas Hadje? If we're to go visit them on Artemis, too, what will we look like? How will we talk? How will we empathize with each other?"
+Sarah set her wine glass down, looking up to the stars. "I don't know if 'curious' is an emotion, but that's at the forefront of my mind. I'm not feeling anxious or scared, and I guess I'm a little excited, but more than that I'm just feeling curious about the whole venture. Will they look like us or will they look like, uh...Douglas, was it? Douglas Hadje? If we're to go visit them on Artemis, too, what will we look like? How will we talk? How will we empathize with each other?"
 
 "You are a psychologist, yes?"
 

writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/003.md

@@ -180,7 +180,7 @@ True Name and Jonas exchanged a quick glance, and the skunk, suddenly more serio
 
 He mastered the urge to shy away from her. "I just mean that, if we can't promise them that we're universally on board with having them visit us, that puts the talks at risk, right?"
 
-She leaned back in her chair, frowning, as two more instances of her forked off and dashed down the aisles to a cubicle. "This is why we are talking with you, Tycho. Thank you for proving your worth so quickly."
+She leaned back on her stool, frowning, as two more instances of her forked off and dashed down the aisles to a cubicle. "This is why we are talking with you, Tycho. Thank you for proving your worth so quickly."
 
 "This wasn't part of your calculations or whatever?"
 

writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/004.md

@@ -56,7 +56,7 @@ Tycho frowned. "Two people working on all of that?"
 
 "And what about me?"
 
-Answers Will Not Help wrote his name next to hears, then drew connecting lines to all three names already on the board. "You will be acting as Artemis consultant and manager. We will deliver all messages through you and you will pass on any information required bidirectionally. Due to your relative inexperience with forking, your specialized knowledge of our visitors, and a certain bold *je ne sais quoi*, we will be keeping you at one fork for the time being."
+Answers Will Not Help wrote his name next to hers, then drew connecting lines to all three names already on the board. "You will be acting as Artemis consultant and manager. We will deliver all messages through you and you will pass on any information required bidirectionally. Due to your relative inexperience with forking, your specialized knowledge of our visitors, and a certain bold *je ne sais quoi*, we will be keeping you at one fork for the time being."
 
 Dr. Verda laughed. "Bold? Our Joh-- er, Tycho?"
 
@@ -92,7 +92,7 @@ The three nodded together, silent.
 
 "Excellent. One moment, then."
 
-The three walls of the room that did not contain the door quickly expanded outward, leaving a road, open room. Fourteen desks sprouted from the floor,  divided into a group of ten and two groups of two.
+The three walls of the room that did not contain the door quickly expanded outward, leaving a broad, open room. Fourteen desks sprouted from the floor,  divided into a group of ten and two groups of two.
 
 "Cubicle walls?"