update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/001.md

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 # Ioan Bălan --- 2346
 
-> Convergence T-minus 14 days, 2 hours, 7 minutes  
-> (Castor--Lagrange transmission delay: 7 days, 5 hours, 31 minutes)
+> *Convergence T-minus 14 days, 2 hours, 7 minutes*  
+> *(Castor--Lagrange transmission delay: 7 days, 5 hours, 31 minutes)*
 
 "I never wanted this. I never wanted any of this!" the skunk shouted, stamping her foot and jabbing her finger toward em. "You talk about how much I mean to you, how much this place means, and then what? Nothing ever comes of it."
 

writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/002.md

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 # Ioan Bălan --- 2346
 
-    Convergence T-13 days, 15 hours, 57 minutes
-    (transmission delay: 7.23 days)
+> *Convergence T-13 days, 15 hours, 57 minutes*  
+> (Castor--Lagrange transmission delay: 7 days, 5 hours, 31 minutes)
 
 Ioan knew that it would be quite a while yet before eir and May's forks merged back down. Time Is A Finger Pointing At Itself, the director of the play was quite strict but she also drank like a fish and clung jealously to some remnant of productions she'd remembered from more than two centuries ago, so it had become a comfortable rhythm for Ioan, May, and any other actors who wished to join to follow her to a pub that served strong drinks and greasy food.
 

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

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 # Codrin Bălan --- 2346
     
-> Convergence T-minus 22 days, 9 hours, 12 minutes
+> *Convergence T-minus 22 days, 9 hours, 12 minutes*
 
 Tycho stayed until they could talk him down from the plateau of anxiety he had seemed determined to hold onto for as long as he could. They fed him tea, then ice water, then leftovers, anything they could do to help. They talked to him about how to prepare for the inevitable discussions that would be coming from the other astronomers aboard as well as for the inevitable contact that would come from the Odists or Jonases, seeking answers to why he had done the things that he'd done.
 

writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/002.md

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 # Codrin Bălan --- 2346
     
-> Convergence T-minus 22 days, 3 hours, 10 minutes
+> *Convergence T-minus 22 days, 3 hours, 10 minutes*
 
 It took both both eir partners to talk Codrin down from eir desire to simply get right to work.
 

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

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 # Codrin Balan --- 2346
 
-    Convergence T-21 days, 9 hours, 48 minutes
+> *Convergence T-minus 21 days, 9 hours, 48 minutes*
 
 Codrin found emself in possession of a blissful day of peace after that sudden pile-on of news. Ey acknowledged a request from True Name to act as amanuensis with a faintness of heart that ey hoped the skunk did not notice, worked on a letter to Ioan, and then went back to spending the rest of eir day napping, catching up on a writing project ey had been poking at, shoving Dear around for fun, and watching the fox rehearse its next performance with their partner. This one was to be a ballroom dance where everyone invited would dance with instances of Dear, which would begin disappearing one by one while the rest grew steadily more anxious, as though worrying that they would be next.
 

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

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 # Codrin Bălan --- 2346
     
-    Convergence T-21 days, 21 hours, 23 minutes
+> *Convergence T-minus 21 days, 21 hours, 23 minutes*
 
 Codrin was not sure what ey expected out of a dinner in the middle of a clearing beneath the stars, but ey found emself quite taken with it. A round table had been set up atop the hill on which ey had interviewed Tycho so many years ago, along with six chairs evenly spaced around it. The whole table was lit by a single candle burning in the center and the starlight from above.
 

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

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 # Codrin Bălan --- 2346
 
-    Convergence T-20 days, 18 hours, 41 minutes
+> *Convergence T-20 days, 18 hours, 41 minutes*
 
 It was not at all surprising that dinner at home was far less stressful than the dinner with the Odists out in Tycho's observatory. While the conversation throughout the meal had been nothing but pleasant, the food delightful, and the location and single candle a stunning setting for a dinner, a tension had nonetheless hung above the table at all times. While Sarah had appeared relaxed and True Name and Answers Will Not Help seemed to earnestly enjoy the evening, Tycho had been hovering on the edge of terror, Dear had seemed to have put on a mask of pleasantness that involved choosing its words most carefully, and Codrin had felt hypervigilant throughout.
 

writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/006.md

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 # Codrin Bălan --- 2346
 
-    Convergence T-5 days, 0 hours, 51 minutes
+> *Convergence T-5 days, 0 hours, 51 minutes*
 
 Late spring was for picnics. This was, ey was assured, a universal truth.
 

writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/001.md

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 # Tycho Brahe --- 2346
 
-> Convergence T-minus 22 days, 13 hours, 35 minutes
+> *Convergence T-minus 22 days, 13 hours, 35 minutes*
 
 It took Tycho Brahe what felt like an age to remember Codrin Bălan, and then it took em a panicked age longer to remember that, yes, sensorium messages were a thing, had been a thing for more than two centuries, and a third age still to remember how to send one.
 

writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/002.md

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 # Tycho Brahe --- 2346
     
-> Convergence T-minus 22 days, 8 hours, 23 minutes
+> *Convergence T-minus 22 days, 8 hours, 23 minutes*
 
 Tycho returned to that field beneath the stars after the conversation with Codrin and Dear to find someone already waiting for him.
 

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

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 # Tycho Brahe#Artemis 2346
     
-    Convergence T-22 days, 3 hours, 49 minutes
+> *Convergence T-minus 22 days, 3 hours, 49 minutes*
 
 Tycho#Artemis was unsure if what he was seeing was a flurry of chaotic activity or some tightly choreographed dance. Part of this assessment, he guessed, was due to the relatively small number of individuals for the number of instances moving around. There were at least a dozen instances of True Name that he could see, and then at least that many of a gentleman who looked to be in his well-preserved forties, slender without being lanky, tall without being looming.
 

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

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 # Tycho Brahe#Artemis --- 2346
 
-    Convergence T-22 days, 5 hours, 2 minutes
+> *Convergence T-minus 22 days, 5 hours, 2 minutes*
 
 Despite the exhaustion that had come down on him like a hammer, Tycho found it difficult to get to sleep. It weighed him down like stones on his chest, even as he lay in bed in the room that True Name led him too, and still he lay there in the dark, staring up at the ceiling with eyes that burned.
 

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

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 # Tycho Brahe#Artemis --- 2346
 
-    Convergence T-19 days, 6 hours, 58 minutes
+> *Convergence T-minus 19 days, 6 hours, 58 minutes*
 
 The dream repeated each night.
 

writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/006.md

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 # Tycho Brahe#Artemis --- 2346
 
-    Convergence T-19 days, 4 hours, 33 minutes
+> *Convergence T-19 days, 4 hours, 33 minutes*
 
 The sight of the dissemination of the news of Artemis was beautiful in much the same way that a ballet was. This was, he supposed, largely due to the well-coordinated dance of both messages flying back and forth and countless Odists and Jonases moving back in forth in the largest of the conference rooms he'd seen yet.