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## Current
* [X] [Mitzvot](post-self/mitzvot/index)
* [O] [Selected Letters](post-self/selected-letters/index)
* [.] [BS and conducting](bs/conducting)
* [-] [BS and conducting](bs/conducting)
* [.] [Heresiarch](heresiarch) (Antiquity anthology)
* [.] [Saint](saint) (Medieval anthology)
* [ ] [Rex and Jerry](workshops/fc23-braiding)
* [o] [Rex and Jerry](workshops/fc23-braiding)
* [ ] [Marsh](post-self/marsh/index)
## MFA

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"Maudlin? Is that even the right word?"
"What? Uh..." He hunted down a dictionary on the exchange, prowled through it. "Oh. Saccharine, maybe? I don't know. [Maudlin](Maudlin) still kind of works, doesn't it?"
"What? Uh..." He hunted down a dictionary on the exchange, prowled through it. "Oh. Saccharine, maybe? I don't know. Maudlin still kind of works, doesn't it?"
She titled her head at him.
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Reed frowned. "Perhaps not all that, but it certainly felt like I was trying to push against something really hard. It didn't feel like it was impossible like anything else the System would prohibit, it just felt like I was being forced away from that option."
"Like death," she muttered again. "Marsh is not on the System, then, no."
"Like death," she muttered again. Vos began to cry "Marsh is not on the System, then, no."
"So is he...is Marsh dead?" Pierre whispered. Vos towered over him --- over all of them, really --- and had always seemed as though she could weather a storm better than any stone, but now, both looked suddenly frail, fragile in the face of the loss they were all talking around
"So is he...is Marsh dead?" Pierre whispered, his own voice clouded by tears. Vos towered over him --- over all of them, really --- and had always seemed as though she could weather a storm better than any stone, but now, both looked suddenly frail, fragile in the face of the loss they were all talking around.
"He's not on the System," Reed and Dry Grass echoed in unison.
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"Well, how do we check those?" Rush said, speaking up for the first time since that initial clamor of voices.
Dry Grass spread her hands helplessly. "I do not know. Again, it has been two centuries since I worked as a System tech. The technology has changed much. I would need time to remember. Time to research."
Dry Grass spread her hands helplessly. "I do not know. Again, it has been two centuries since I worked as a System tech. The technology has changed much. I would need access. I would need time to remember. Time to research."
"Do we even have time?" Lily growled at her, frustration apparently winning out over panic. Cress and Tule both gave her a sharp glance.
"I do not know. I am sorry," Dry Grass said, bowing. "I will fork and read up as fast as I can. May I remain here?"
"Please," Cress and Tule said in unison. The rest of the clade along with Marsh's partners all nodded. Lily did not. Hanne only frowned.
00:15
Dry Grass bowed once more, forked, and the fork stepped from the sim to, ey supposed, go lose herself in the perisystem architecture, hunting down what information she could. They could only hope that she still had the permissions to find what she needed.
"Hey, uh," Sedge said into the uncomfortable silence that fell once more. "Has anyone checked the time?"
Everyone tilted their heads almost in unison. It was more a habit than anything, not a required motion, but the habit that Marsh had formed so many years ago had stuck with all of the Marshans throughout their own lives.
Systime 246+41 00:17.