update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/003.md

@@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ Codrin, to prepare for the interview, had read two of Rankin's books. They were
 
 That said, much of his work was bound up in a sense of magical realism that was, ey had to admit, enticing. This was something that Codrin had never managed to capture emself, and so ey set aside some time to study the ways in which Rankin used surrealism to enhance the story at hand without distracting.
 
-Martin Rankin was exactly as had expected. There was nothing about him that did not shout Martin Rankin. He wore his identity on his face, on his chest, in the way his hands moved across the table as they talked, there at the cafe, there sitting out on the street, there sipping their coffees.
+Martin Rankin was exactly as ey had expected. There was nothing about him that did not shout Martin Rankin. He wore his identity on his face, on his chest, in the way his hands moved across the table as they talked, there at the cafe, there sitting out on the street, there sipping their coffees.
 
 "So, you are the illustrious Codrin Bălan." His voice was imperious, veering dangerously close to pompous, looking over the rim of the demitasse appraisingly at em as he sipped espresso.
 

writing/post-self/toledot/launch/phys/Douglas/005.md

@@ -195,7 +195,7 @@ He had to blink away tears in order to reply, and then did so quickly, hitting s
 > 
 > **May Then My Name:** One of the times I had the chance to meet Michelle, I visited her sim with her. She had not built herself a house or anything, like most do, but instead built for herself an endless green field of rolling hills. Except, that, rather than letting that field be perfect, it was absolutely covered with dandelions. Weeds, basically. It was not that it was some weeded lot, but that it was a field of very obviously well-kept grass, dotted every few feet with these clusters of perfectly imperfect flowers, little suns peeking up out of their spray of leaves.
 > 
-> **May Then My Name:** From what you say of Earth, a field of well-kept grass would be incredibly rare, and so I imagine that you understand what it would mean for something so pristine to to become filled with these flowers that everyone considered a nuisance.
+> **May Then My Name:** From what you say of Earth, a field of well-kept grass would be incredibly rare, and so I imagine that you understand what it would mean for something so pristine to become filled with these flowers that everyone considered a nuisance.
 > 
 > **May Then My Name:** But Michelle was obsessed with them. She loved their smell, and loved how bright they stood out against the grass. There it was, this amazing field of the richest grass that invited one to roll in it, and it was dotted with these intensely yellow flowers.
 > 

writing/post-self/toledot/secession/sys/True-Name/002.md

@@ -30,7 +30,7 @@ The booth in the corner is where the sim diverged from the one she had known so
 
 *Ah well, they cannot all be perfect.*
 
-She waited until Jonas sat and she ribbed him good-naturedly about this choice of a fruity vodka drink before setting up the cone of silence.
+She waited until Jonas sat and she ribbed him good-naturedly about his choice of a fruity vodka drink before setting up the cone of silence.
 
 "So," he said, offering her the neon-pink cherry out of his drink.
 
@@ -176,7 +176,7 @@ True Name grinned, putting her finger to her snout in the universal hush sign. "
 
 "It's up to you, yeah." Jonas sat back against the couch, one arm draped casually along the back. "I honestly was surprised when no one noticed my reputation drop, but then I figured out that most people just look at the clade's reputation, rather than the instances. I have a feeling that'll change eventually, but for now, no one seems to pay all that much attention."
 
-The skunk frowned, browsed the markets --- something that felt more akin to remembering what the stats were, rather than looking anything up --- and saw that, while she had less reputation than Michelle had before she forked, the clade had a good bit more, likely from what each of them were doing to build reputation. Jonas naming his clade after himself was a fairly savvy move, in the end. 'Ode' having no direct ties to Michelle it seem like something unrelated.
+The skunk frowned, browsed the markets --- something that felt more akin to remembering what the stats were, rather than looking anything up --- and saw that, while she had less reputation than Michelle had before she forked, the clade had a good bit more, likely from what each of them were doing to build reputation. Jonas naming his clade after himself was a fairly savvy move, in the end. 'Ode' having no direct ties to Michelle it seems like something unrelated.
 
 *Ah well. I am still happy to have done it,* she thought. *And perhaps we will find our own way to build reputation that does not involve a constant game of make believe.*