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Dr. Tycho Brahe
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Tall (6‘4” to Codrin’s 5‘11”), white, graying hair kept shortish, salt-and-pepper beard, well groomed, ~50s, wears flannel shirts and jeans. Like if Doctor Strange were anxious and didn’t look like the type of guy who inspired incel assholes to be assholes.
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Tall (6‘4” to Codrin’s 5‘11”), white, graying hair kept shortish, salt-and-pepper beard, well groomed, ~50s, wears flannel shirts and jeans. Like if Doctor Strange were always anxious and didn’t look like the type of guy who inspired incel assholes to be assholes.
Why Ask Questions, Here At The End Of All Things/Why Ask Questions When The Answers Will Not Help
Why Ask Questions and Answers Will Not Help both look basically as Michelle did, minus a few changes: Why Ask Questions has amped up the friendliness somewhat - she can get the whole bar singing with her - while Answers Will Not Help has given up on likeable, often coming off as petty and mean.
Do I Know God After The End Waking/E.W.r
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During the conference, True Name grabs Answers Will Not Help, who is slowly losing her mind and has said the Name, by the blouse. Obviously, everyone is kind of freaked out by this, so they all jolt away from the action, meaning Codrin, Tycho, and Sarah jolting to the side and the Artemisians, if shown, jolting back.

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    True Name’s fucking exhausted

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    She’s having a really hard time keeping it together, and despite sleeping as much as she can, she never seems to get any rest. After Codrin helps her write a letter, she winds up just sitting on the edge of her bed, looking completely fucking wiped. The room’s kind of dorm room situation. Bare walls, a window, a desk, a bed. not much else.

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    True Name’s fucking exhausted

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    She’s having a really hard time keeping it together, and despite sleeping as much as she can, she never seems to get any rest. After Codrin helps her write a letter, she winds up just sitting on the edge of her bed, looking completely fucking wiped, Codrin sitting nearby in a chair looking vaguely concerned. True Name’s in a pantsuit of sorts, Codrin’s in traditional romanian garb ref1 ref2). The room’s kind of dorm room situation. Bare walls, a window, a desk, a bed. not much else.

  • Ioan, May, End Waking, Debarre, A Finger Pointing, and Douglas camping out

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    After giving the go-ahead for the Artemisians to board, Tycho goes the first place he can think of to try and figure out what to do, which happens to be Dear’s house on the prairie.

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    Tycho and True Name catch up

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    With all the dramatic nonsense out of the way, Tycho and True Name catch up and chat, chilling on a shady bench in a brick-paved plaza, drinking iced coffee.

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  • Tycho leaving for Artemis through the Customs Office (This would involve Tycho leaving through a door, obviously, which I enjoy)

    At the end of the book, Tycho decides to join the Artemisians without leaving a fork of himself behind. Due to standard Odist bullshittery, the way to upload to Artemis is in a small building labeled ‘Customs’ that has clearly seen better days. Sticking out from the roof is an old radio antenna, one of those trapezoidal ones made with angle irons and painted red and white stripes with a blinking helicopter light on top. It is on a stone plaza in the Italian style, but just beyond it is a desert in the style of the Sahara.