From 53853823200df3dd4c96d323335f14aaaf8d8cf5 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2022 15:00:11 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/012.html | 10 +++++----- writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/006.html | 14 +++++++------- 2 files changed, 12 insertions(+), 12 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/012.html b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/012.html index f6ae3a778..03e3c8147 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/012.html +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/012.html @@ -21,13 +21,13 @@

Both of the Odists, having claimed the other table in order to have their own hushed conversation quickly moved over to rejoin the other three. They all watched as ey frowned, nodded, and skimmed quickly over the letter addressed to em.

Eir frown deepened. “Thanks. Here, hold on–” Ey quickly jotted Message received, passed on, more soon on a slip of foolscap and handed it to the other Codrin. “Send this for now, just so we’re on the same page at as close to the same time as we can manage.”

“Whatever that means,” ey said, laughing and pocketing the slip. Ey prodded em in the shoulder and added, “Dear threatened to beat me up because of you, so thanks for that.”

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Codrin#Artemis laughed. “Well, did it?”

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Codrin#Artemis smirked. “Well, did it?”

“No, of course not.”

“Just have to pull harder, then.” Ey sighed and shook eir head. “Self-deprecating humor aside, tell them I miss them.”

Ey nodded. “Of course. I’d fork and merge back down if I could.”

“I’ll see them soon enough, I guess. A few weeks, tops, though at this rate, I’m guessing only a matter of days. Tell–“

“Codrin,” True Name said, nodding to the writer. “Please come with us. We have only a few minutes to sort this out before we start, and if you are correct about Turun Ka receiving similar information, I would like to plan.”

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Ey shrugged to Tycho and Sarah and stood to follow the two Odists to True Name’s partitioned rest area.

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Ey shrugged to Tycho and Sarah and stood to follow the two Odists to True Name’s partitioned rest area. Codrin#Assist stepped from the sim and back to Castor proper.

“What do you suppose that was about?” Tycho asked, setting up a cone of silence around himself and Sarah.

“Best guess? More about how they’re struggling with the time skew over there. Maybe something specific happened, and that’s why everybody’s gotten messages all at once.”

He nodded, sighed, and rubbed over his face with a hand. For as little as was actually happening, he was incredibly tired. Conferences were always like this, felt like.

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Sarah nodded. “They’re not for everyone, especially here, where you have the problem of perpetuity.”

“Precisely,” Tycho said. “I can’t imagine being around one person or group of people for forty years and still expect to do so for a hundred more.”

“To be fair, neither can I,” she said, laughing.

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After a suitable pause, he nudged the subject back toward a previous topic. “Has your opinion of the History changed at all?”

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“A little, I suppose. A lot of the dramatic interactions felt like just that: drama. It’s the type of thing that I’m attuned to, though, based on my work. The Odists have a flair for that, though, which I guess makes sense, given where they come from.” She paused, gaze drifting off towards nothing. “I guess if my opinion has changed, it’s been to understand just how deep it all goes. Not the behind the scenes stuff, but their control over themselves. True Name especially.”

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After a suitable pause, he nudged the subject back toward the previous topic. “Has your opinion of the History changed at all?”

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“A little, I suppose. A lot of the dramatic interactions felt like just that: drama. It’s the type of thing that I’m attuned to, though, based on my work. The Odists have a flair for that, though, which I guess makes sense, given where they come from.” She paused, gaze drifting off towards nothing. “I guess if my opinion has changed, it’s been to understand just how deep it all goes. Not the behind the scenes stuff, that’s whatever, but their control over themselves. True Name especially.”

“It kind of makes me wonder–“

Tycho was cut off from the rest of his sentence by Codrin stepping into his field of view outside the cone and waving. He dropped the silence.

“Sorry, you two. Time to head back.”

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“I’m sorry, Tycho, I really do want to answer your questions, but we really don’t have time.”