update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/007.md

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 The pattern-matching portion of eir mind could not stop making comparisons between this and previous projects ey had been involved in with the Odists. *On the Perils of Memory* had been a fairly disorganized affair, begun hastily and over far too soon, leaving the conclusion feeling outsized for the duration of the events at hand. *An Expanded History of Our World* (or *On the Origin of Our World* when taken with May Then My Name's *An Expanded Mythology of Our World*) had been a vast, sprawling affair that was fairly well organized throughout, though transmission times toward the end had begun to hinder coordination.
 
-This, then, lay somewhere in between. While the news had been sudden and the pace nearly frenetic, it had been nothing if not organized. What had begun as a simple message had turned into a sudden flurry of activity, where dozens of forks from four clades coordinated to plan around eventualities, discuss linguistic profiles, and work with Sarah Genet in her role as psychologist to find weak spots in the team and areas where they could shore each other up during the talks.
+This, then, lay somewhere in between. While the news had been sudden and the pace nearly frenetic, it had been nothing if not organized. What had begun as a simple message had turned into a flurry of activity, where dozens of forks from four clades coordinated to plan around eventualities, discuss linguistic profiles, and work with Sarah Genet in her role as psychologist to find weak spots in the team and areas where they could shore each other up during the talks.
 
 And through it all, hundreds of Odists and Jonases worked behind the scenes to ensure that every potential possibility was summarized and provided to the team through meeting after meeting, presentation after presentation, quiz and questionnaire.
 
@@ -12,39 +12,21 @@ Every time Codrin thought *hey, this is almost like--*, ey was brought up short
 
 Consequently, ey kept finding emself stumbling when presented with a pattern that fit one project and then failed to fit completely.
 
-At last, though, they had dotted all of the 'i's they could find and crossed all the 't's that they could think of and gathered --- the #Artemis forks of them gathered, at least --- to begin the final preparations.
+At last, though, they had dotted all of the 'i's they could find and crossed all the 't's that they could think of and gathered to begin the final preparations.
 
-The five of them trickled into the boardroom. They'd been told to dress 'nice, but comfortable', which didn't change anything for True Name. Why Ask Questions had dressed in a matching outfit. Tycho had swapped out a plaid flannel shirt for a very plain white one, but remained in his jeans. Sarah had opted for a blouse and slacks that fit well with her middle-aged, mid-career psychologist aesthetic.
+The five of them trickled into the boardroom. They'd been told to dress 'nice, but comfortable', which didn't change anything for True Name. Why Ask Questions had dressed in a matching outfit. Tycho had swapped out a plaid flannel shirt for a plain white one, but remained in his jeans. Sarah had opted for a blouse and slacks that fit well with her middle-aged, mid-career psychologist aesthetic.
 
-It left Codrin feeling somewhat overdressed for the occasion, but ey shook it off as best ey could. A few years prior, ey'd written a short paper on traditional clothing styles that had been ported into the System, many of which had seen a resurgence, up where cost was no longer a barrier. Ever since, ey'd taken to dressing in various levels of traditional Romanian garb from the nineteenth and twentieth centuries in fancier settings, and for this project, that meant an embroidered, wide-sleeved blouse and a simple, ankle-length wrap-around skirt, over which was layered a fotă, an over-skirt rather like an apron in rich, embroidered red, with a simpler panel of fabric hanging from the back.
+It left Codrin feeling somewhat overdressed for the occasion, but ey shook it off as best ey could. A few years prior, ey'd written a short paper on traditional clothing styles that had been ported into the System, many of which had seen a resurgence, up where cost was no longer a barrier. Ever since, when nicer dress was required, ey'd taken to dressing in various levels of traditional Romanian garb from the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. For this project, that meant an embroidered, wide-sleeved blouse and a simple, ankle-length wrap-around skirt, over which was layered a fotă, an over-skirt rather like an apron in rich, embroidered red, with a simpler panel of fabric hanging from the back.
 
 Ey had even braided eir hair. Ah well.
 
 "Alright," a Jonas said. He held a clipboard with a checklist he appeared to be reading from. "Greetings. True Name?"
 
-They proceeded down the line, each reciting their version of the greeting while an instance of Answers Will Not Help judged and corrected them.
+They proceeded down the line, each reciting their version of the Artemisian greeting while an instance of Answers Will Not Help judged and corrected them. Ey recited eir greeting when eir turn came, but only from the most automatic portion of emself remaining. The rest was spent thinking about how much ey'd miss eir partners. How much ey'd miss home. 
 
-"I find it interesting," Sarah had mentioned when she had first started her work on the limited set of the language they were set to learn. "That we are given classes of modifiers to use. It's like an eroded form of grammatical gender, or perhaps a caste distinction that has lost its power dynamic."
+Jonas ticked a box on his clipboard. "Fork and tag your new instances #Castor. Codrin, we'll need another #Assist instance from you."
 
-"This 'worker', 'leader', 'neutral party' business?" ey had asked.
+Codrin and the two Odists forked immediately. Sarah Genet took a few seconds, and Tycho apologized profusely thirty seconds later when he was finally able to manage the feat.
-
-At this, Dear had perked up. *"How do you suppose it has lost its power dynamic?"*
-
-"Well, 'leader' and 'worker' as classes have that, sure, and maybe that remains in a boss-subordinate sense, I haven't gotten that far." She had gestured down at the paper she was studying. "But 'neutral party'? I checked, and there are words for 'mediator' and 'juror' and the like, but none are related to the prefix they've given. I think Codrin will be a worker, no matter how neutral eir job actually is."
-
-"So I use the...uh, *echles* form?"
-
-She had nodded. "You and Tycho. I'll get the *uchles* one."
-
-*"What do I get?"*
-
-"There's no prefix for 'weirdo'. Sorry, Dear."
-
-Ey recited eir greeting when eir turn came, but only from the most automatic portion of emself remaining. The rest was spent thinking about how much ey'd miss eir partners. How much ey'd miss home. 
-
-Jonas ticked a box on his clipboard. "Fork and tag your new instances #Castor."
-
-Codrin and the two Odists doubled up immediately. Sarah Genet took a few seconds, and Tycho apologized profusely thirty seconds later when he was finally able to manage the feat.
 
 "I'm still not used to it, sorry."
 
@@ -58,15 +40,13 @@ Ey lingered for a few seconds and thought. One thing this project had that none
 
 When ey stepped through to the DMZ staging sim, ey was greeted by a nearly identical boardroom to the one ey had just left. There were, ey noted, far more whiteboards lining the walls, not to mention far more Odists and Jonases at work just beyond.
 
-Ey was instructed to create a #Assist instance to leave behind and ferry messages, who was led off to some other briefing.
-
 "We have an hour," Jonas said. "So let's finalize our plans for information gathering."
 
 Codrin pulled out a chair at the table and sat between Tycho and Sarah. "Will this be mostly on Tycho?"
 
 The astronomer shrugged. "We're the science side, yeah, but we can exchange all the math we'd like without meeting like this. I think it'd be better to say that we'll be talking about the differences in how we learn and proceed through science. It'll be good to learn what we can, and I plan on asking a ton of questions, but it's almost more Sarah's arena." He grinned, added, "Don't get me wrong, though. I'll still be more in my element than Tycho#Artemis."
 
-"Correct," True Name said. "Tycho will be asking questions on math, physics, and astronomy, Why Ask Questions on biology, and Sarah on language and health, but her other duty will be to observe how they answer and glean the different ways in which they learn and communicate to see how they tick and where our common ground lies."
+"Correct," True Name said. "Tycho will be asking questions on math, physics, and astronomy, Why Ask Questions on biology and linguistics, and Sarah psychology, sociology, and health, but her other duty will be to observe how they answer and glean the different ways in which they learn and communicate to see how they tick and where our common ground lies."
 
 "And I observe."
 
@@ -74,7 +54,7 @@ She nodded. "As always, yes, though I do not believe you will need to remain sil
 
 "What will you do?"
 
-The skunk smiled and lifted her shoulders in a shrug. "What I do best, my dear. I will guide the lines of questioning, perform risk analysis, and assess lines of control and weakness."
+The skunk smiled and lifted her shoulders in a shrug. "What I do best, my dear. I will guide the questioning, perform risk analysis, and assess lines of control and weakness."
 
 Ey had been prepared to make a mental note to pull apart her answer to come up with a way to divine her true intentions, but so honest was her answer that ey was wrong-footed into silence.
 
@@ -82,4 +62,4 @@ They talked through a few more plans, though there was nothing that they had not
 
 All five of the party sat up with a start from a sensorium message, a little thrill of adrenaline, alerting them to the time.
 
-Codrin was startled at the lack of fanfare that their departure received. The Jonas who had been running the debriefing waved, and none of the others in the room did more than look over their shoulders as they were shunted over to the DMZ and ey was left blinking in the dappled sunlight of the meeting area.
+Codrin was caught off guard at the lack of fanfare that their departure received. The Jonas who had been running the debriefing waved, and none of the others in the room did more than look over their shoulders as they were shunted over to the DMZ and ey was left blinking in the dappled sunlight of the meeting area.