From e8dc1d035c9a2fea5f4e1df1ba25acbe6de37fdc Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Rye Progress Date: Sun, 6 Oct 2024 22:12:41 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/soot.md | 2 ++ 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+) diff --git a/writing/soot.md b/writing/soot.md index 17a3dd04..8ced95dc 100644 --- a/writing/soot.md +++ b/writing/soot.md @@ -108,6 +108,8 @@ The job was not so drastic as the training made it sound. Mostly, she would just Sure, she would also send out the occasional metapsionic pulse — one of the defining features of the job, and the deciding factor as to who would be Mantis for the shift — to find out who around her was a psionics user and take notes just in case, but mostly, she just...talked. She just existed as the station's sibling — though perhaps less an *older* sibling, as Soot thought of themself. She was still childish, still, in some weird way only twelve years old, despite this twenty-five year old body she inhabited. She just mingled with her family and helped how she could. +Soot did not know the specifics. They were not a doctor — or at least not a psychologist, for they were also a fully qualified CMO — and so they did not even pretend to. They just knew that sometimes they were Abby, that remembering things that happened while they were Abby was like reading a story, ill-conceived and more often than not a picture book, scant on the details. They imagined it must feel similar to Abby, too: perhaps she remembered what happened to her as Soot was akin to remembering a dream. + (Command ethos: older sibling, wants to support the station) (Glimmer keeps rising)