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<li class="done4"> <a href="launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/004.html">Launch: launch-side: Codrin#Pollux</a> - talks with Dear about secession and the mood before and after in general, but also w/in clade, Dear hints that Praiseworthy started shaping the history even before secession and the art of propaganda - 2265</li>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="launch/sys/Ioan/006.html">Launch: sys-side: Ioan</a> - Ioan and May share growing concerns from LV messages - 2034 (probably needs work)</li>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="secession/phys/Yared/006.html">Secession: phys-side: Yared</a> - Demma is a bit grumpy that Yared talked to sys-side, but mostly pleased that they seem to be on board with it; presses Yared for more information, hints at distates for System; told to ignore latest update, team will get him a new one. - 2939</li>
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<li class="done3"> <a href="secession/sys/True-Name/004.html">Secession: sys-side: True Name</a> - Meets with Praiseworthy (skunk female, studious and charismatic) to discuss propaganda angle, thus getting more on sys-side to support political acts. He suggests softening her features to be more approachable, cute, meek, etc. - 2128</li>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="secession/sys/True-Name/004.html">Secession: sys-side: True Name</a> - Meets with Praiseworthy (skunk female, studious and charismatic) to discuss propaganda angle, thus getting more on sys-side to support political acts. He suggests softening her features to be more approachable, cute, meek, etc. - 2128</li>
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<li class="done3"> <a href="launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/005.html">Launch: launch-side: Codrin#Pollux</a> - interviews <em>Why Ask Questions</em> Here At The End Of All Things (Michelle, casual type), who was tasked by True Name and Jonas to meddle with sys-side politics and increase support for secession - 2819</li>
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<li class="done3"> <a href="launch/sys/Ioan/007.html">Launch: sys-side: Ioan</a> - Ioan, distracted, interviews a series of poor families (as ey was) re: what they miss, what excited them, first thing they did, what was disappointing, biggest regret - 3376</li>
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<li class="done3"> <a href="secession/sys/True-Name/005.html">Secession: sys-side: True Name</a> - Council meets, she and Jonas introduce idea of secession, which goes over reasonably well thanks to Praiseworthy’s work - 1724</li>
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<h1 id="codrin-balanpollux-2325">Codrin Bălan#Pollux — 2325</h1>
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<p>Codrin was, as ey supposed everyone must be, primed to hunt for patterns.</p>
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<p>The Odists, as much as they tried to resist it, were as beholden to living within a pattern as any other group of individuals. Perhaps more so than other clades, but certainly well within the realm of societies, or even families. It wasn’t just that they were all weird — though they were — nor that many of them fit the mold of either the human or skunk versions of Michelle Hadje — though that was certainly true. It was a matter of bearing, of how they carried themselves, of how they expressed themselves. Not all were as excitable as Dear nor as affectionate as May Then My Name, but all of the ones that ey had met had the same walk, the same smile, the same sensation of quiet when they were quiet and the same way of speaking when they spoke.</p>
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<p>The differences, then, were in the details. Where Qoheleth had opted for the biblical look, May Then My Name had decided on a comfortable softness that befitted her similarly comfortable, soft nature. And where Dear had wholly owned a look that somehow managed to be painfully well-dressed and playful, the woman before em exuded all of the casual cool of one who was relaxing on a summer Saturday. It was a weekend look, and ey could not find any other way to describe it.</p>
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<p>The differences, then, were in the details. Where Qoheleth had opted for the biblical look, May Then My Name had decided on a comfortable softness that befitted her similarly comfortable, soft nature. And where Dear had wholly owned a look that somehow managed to be both painfully well-dressed and playful, the woman before em exuded all of the casual cool of one who was relaxing on a summer Saturday. It was a weekend look, and ey could not find any other way to describe it.</p>
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<p>Ey was surprised when ey had been contacted by her, rather than the other way around.</p>
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<p>Hey, there is this neat bar I know. Come check it out, and we can chat there.</p>
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<p>— Why Ask Questions Here At The End Of All Things of the Ode Clade</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>It came as a letter. An actual, honest-to-goodness letter, slipped under eir door (which is how the sim decided to interpret it), written in a rounded hand on yellow legal pad paper.</p>
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<p>Ey spent nearly five minutes just staring that the letter, turning it over in eir hands, inspecting the writing, the ink (shitty ballpoint, ey had noted with distaste), the creases. Ey couldn’t make either heads or tails of it. It was incredibly Odist while at the same time being totally unique.</p>
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<p>Ey spent nearly five minutes just staring that the letter, turning it over in eir hands, inspecting the writing, the ink (shitty ballpoint, ey had noted with distaste), the creases. Ey could make neither heads nor tails of it. It was incredibly Odist while at the same time being totally unique.</p>
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<p>When ey showed it to Dear, the fox rolled its eyes and handed it back.</p>
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<p><em>“She is a shithead.”</em></p>
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<p>“A shithead?” Ey laughed. “How so?”</p>
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<p>Codrin refolded the note and tucked it into a pocket in eir tunic. “You sound less than fond of her.”</p>
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<p>The fox shook its head. <em>“Not at all. I like her quite a bit, but I like her because she is good at making others like her.”</em></p>
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<p>“Aren’t you all, though?” Dear’s partner called from the couch. “Look at what May Then My Name is doing to poor Ioan.”</p>
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<p><em>“Yes, but she is particularly good at it, and that is why she is a shithead. She is some strange antithesis of May Then My Name.”</em> It grinned at Codrin and took eir hand in its paw to give the back of it an affectionate lick. <em>“You do not need to be careful, though. She is harmless to any one individual, and any harm that she might cause to a group will be welcomed with open arms and all of the love in the world.”</em></p>
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<p><em>“Yes, but she is particularly good at it, and that is why she is a shithead. She is more like some strange inversion of May Then My Name.”</em> It grinned at Codrin and took eir hand in its paw to give the back of it an affectionate lick. <em>“You do not need to be careful, though. She is harmless to any one individual, and any harm that she might cause to a group will be welcomed with open arms and all of the love in the world.”</em></p>
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<p>“Sounds charismatic.”</p>
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<p><em>“That is not quite the right word, but it will suffice.”</em> It laughed, pushing Codrin’s hand away again. <em>“Go on, then. Enjoy. If it is the bar that I am thinking of, you will doubtless have a good time.”</em></p>
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<p>“And will I get more of this story that keeps coming up?”</p>
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<p>She reached out for the drink, and ey shrugged, sliding it over to her. She took a sip, made a sour face, then dipped her fingers into the glass to fish out one of the shellfish ice cubes to crunch on. The sour face turned to one of disgust.</p>
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<p>The move was so innocent, so playful, that eir first reaction was to laugh rather than get upset at someone’s fingers in eir drink. Ey liked her at once, then grudgingly admitted to emself that, yes, she was kind of a shithead for just how effortlessly she had made em laugh, not three minutes into meeting her. </p>
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<p>Once ey had eir drink again, ey asked, “So, why did you invite me here?”</p>
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<p>“You are doing your thing with Dear, are you not? Your…” She spun her finger in the air as she pulled up the word she was looking for. “History? Your myth? It is so fascinating! There is so much story to be had, after two hundred years. Creation, Secession, Launch; so much happened around those and between them, and sure, there are timelines and dry textbooks and whatever, but this! You are one of the first ones who is actually pulling a story out of it.”</p>
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<p>Ey grinned. “That’s the hope, yeah. I was originally going to just make it about the launch, but there are more parallels between Secession and the launch that I’d expected.”</p>
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<p>“You are doing your thing with Dear, are you not? Your…” She spun her finger in the air as she pulled up the word she was looking for. “History? Your myth? It is so fascinating! There is so much story to be had after two hundred years. Creation, Secession, Launch; so much happened around those and between them, and sure, there are timelines and dry textbooks and whatever, but this! You are one of the first ones who is actually pulling a story out of it.”</p>
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<p>Ey grinned. “That’s the hope, yeah. I was originally going to just make it about Launch, but there are more parallels between Secession and the launch that I’d expected.”</p>
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<p>“There are, yes. And you know, I wonder if we will start thinking of the launch in the same way as Secession. You can almost hear the capital-S in Secession, and now I hear it in Launch.”</p>
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<p>“Perhaps. Maybe we’ll just do it from here and the L<sub>5</sub> System or Castor will do something else.”</p>
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<p>“Mmhm.” She grinned at em. “I have already heard from Castor via the system that we are starting to diverge in pretty major ways.”</p>
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<p>She winked at em, and with that, the interview was over.</p>
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<p>She was, indeed, cuter, but this was tempered by a more conventionally attractive body type, staying shy of being both adorable and overtly attractive. This somehow combined into a look that was more professional. It made her look, she realized, like a public figure.</p>
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<p>“Oh, this is delightful.”</p>
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<p>Praiseworthy beamed. “I am glad that you enjoy.”</p>
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<p>They worked next on how to better her affect. Smile more earnestly, laugh more easily, transition from those expressions to stern or confident or pitying. There were a few more forks as they worked on ways to soften True Name’s voice, pitching it just a little lower, rounding some of the vowels, practicing elocution. With each fork, she found that the lessons stuck more firmly. Perhaps, what was in her mind before became more cemented in place.</p>
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<p>They worked next on how to better her affect. Smile more earnestly, laugh more easily, transition from those expressions to stern or confident or pitying. There were a few more forks as they worked on ways to soften True Name’s voice, pitching it just a little lower, rounding some of the vowels, practicing elocution. With each fork, she found that the lessons stuck more firmly. Perhaps what was in her mind before became more cemented in place.</p>
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<p>Eventually, when the practice and modifications had wrapped up, nearly two hours later, the two skunks sat at the top of a low raise in the landscape, and True Name discussed the other reason that she had sought out Praiseworthy.</p>
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<p>“I need help in spreading ideas. I know that you seem to have settled back into some acting and directing, and I realize that I do not have the time or energy to guide emotions and reactions to news while still working on this political angle.” She plucked at a few blades of grass, rolling them into little balls between fingerpads. “I know that propaganda is not the same thing as theater, but would you be willing–“</p>
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<p>“Yes!” Praiseworthy laughed. “Of course I would be. There is more than a little propagandizing in trying to get actors to do their fucking jobs, even when the actors are yourself. What precisely do you need? Speeches? Words whispered here and there? Posters?”</p>
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<p>“I need help in spreading ideas. I know that you have settled back into some acting and directing, but I do not have the time or energy to guide emotions and reactions to news while still working on this political angle.” She plucked a few blades of grass, rolling them into little balls between fingerpads. “I know that propaganda is not the same thing as theater, but would you be willing–“</p>
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<p>“Yes!” Praiseworthy laughed. “Of course I would be willing to help. There is more than a little propagandizing in trying to get actors to do their fucking jobs, even when the actors are yourself. What precisely do you need? Speeches? Words whispered here and there? Posters?”</p>
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<p>True Name laughed and shook her head. “Not quite the answer that I was expecting, but yes. Speeches and letters specifically. Some geared toward phys-side, some toward the Council, and probably a few towards other groups sys-side. I would not turn down a few words whispered here and there, though that will take some strategizing. There will be an instance of Jonas who will be working with you in shaping sentiment, as well.”</p>
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<p>“I will look forward to it, then.”</p>
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<p>They sat for a while in the sun, each looking out into the fields. At one point, Praiseworthy took off her glasses and set them on the bridge of True Name’s muzzle, shook her head, and slid them into a jacket pocket.</p>
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<p>“He?”</p>
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<p>Praiseworthy shrugged. “I guess. He has been focusing on historical stuff. Documenting this and that, digging into old things. I have no idea where that came from. Loss For Images is writing, these days. May One Day is fiddling with reputation markets — or at least as much as Debarre will let her — and last I heard, Hammered Silver has just been either chilling here with Michelle or sim-hopping.”</p>
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<p>“How is she, anyway?”</p>
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<p>“Michelle?” Praiseworthy frowned, ears tilting back. “Much the same. I think the last of her energy went into us, and she is…I do not know. Empty? She spends a lot of time sleeping, a lot of time sitting and thinking. She has come to a play, but left partway through. She is still of two minds.”</p>
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<p>“Michelle?” Praiseworthy frowned, ears tilting back. “Much the same. I think the last of her energy went into us, and she is…I do not know. Empty? She spends a lot of time sleeping, a lot of time sitting and thinking. She came to a play, but left partway through. She is still of two minds.”</p>
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<p>“And she still has not explained why she never fixed it?”</p>
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<p>The skunk shook her head.</p>
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<p>“Any guesses?”</p>
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