From 65197756a46b0b45b3ca65e00e7985d425eb7d67 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Madison Scott-Clary <mscottclary@nvidia.com>
Date: Sat, 4 Dec 2021 00:49:28 -0800
Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup

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 writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/007.html | 7 +++++--
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@@ -160,7 +160,7 @@ how say</dd>
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 <li class="done2"> Experience - exchange of emissaries, discussions, knowledge share<ul>
-<li class="done2"> <a href="local/codrin/007.html">Codrin Bălan#Artemis</a> &mdash; divvying up tasks (e.g: #Emissaries talk about politics, society, history, #Artemises talk about science, language, astronomy), forking, watching remote team head off, then forking and transiting DMZ border to welcome and orient emissaries. - 1307 (expand)</li>
+<li class="done2"> <a href="local/codrin/007.html">Codrin Bălan#Artemis</a> &mdash; divvying up tasks (e.g: #Emissaries talk about politics, society, history, #Artemises talk about science, language, astronomy), forking, watching remote team head off, then forking and transiting DMZ border to welcome and orient emissaries. - 1490 (expand)</li>
 <li class="done2"> <a href="remote/codrin/001.html">Codrin Bălan#Emissary</a> &mdash; First entry into the meeting hall, a dome in the middle of a compound, disoriented, unable to fork, time feels weird, introduced and oriented, ey finds out about WAQ/AWNH switch, remembers what they were for, frown; AWNH and TN are kind of freaking out b/c time slipperiness feels like being lost. - 2403</li>
 <li class="done2"> <a href="local/codrin/008.html">Codrin Bălan#Artemis</a> &mdash; starts out simply recording, Tycho too overwhelmed to speak, notices Turun Ko, discusses roles during a lull, TN frowns, Emissaries are set up with sandbox sim for downtime however they please; catches up with Tycho and Sarah Genet about how learning is going (hint: everyone&rsquo;s baffled) - 1875 (expand)</li>
 <li class="rejected"> MERGED ABOVE <!--<a href="remote/codrin/002.html">Codrin Bălan#Emissary</a> --- starts out simply recording, Tycho too overwhelmed to speak, notices Turun Ko, discusses roles during a lull, TN frowns--></li>
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@@ -19,7 +19,10 @@
 <p>Every time Codrin thought <em>hey, this is almost like&ndash;</em>, ey was brought up short by all of the ways it wasn&rsquo;t. It was organized and guided, but without the careful precision that ey now knew to be the case for the <em>History</em>. It was hectic and <em>ad hoc</em> but without the spur-of-the-moment surprises that came with <em>Perils</em>.</p>
 <p>Consequently, ey kept felt emself stumbling when presented with a pattern that fit one project and then failed to fit completely.</p>
 <p>At last, though, they had dotted all of the &lsquo;i&rsquo;s and crossed all the &lsquo;t&rsquo;s that they could think of and gathered &mdash; forks of them gathered, at least &mdash; to begin the final preparations.</p>
-<p>&ldquo;Alright,&rdquo; a Jonas said, standing before the group of five. He held a clipboard with a checklist he appeared to be reading from. &ldquo;Greetings. True Name?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The five of them trickled into the boardroom. They&rsquo;d been told to dress &lsquo;nice, but comfortable&rsquo;, which didn&rsquo;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.</p>
+<p>It left Codrin feeling somewhat overdressed for the occasion, but ey shook it off as best ey could. A few years prior, ey&rsquo;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&rsquo;d taken to dressing in various levels of traditional Romanian clothing from the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, 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, looking rather like an apron in rich, embroidered red, with a simpler panel of fabric hanging from the back.</p>
+<p>Ey had even braided eir hair. Ah well.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Alright,&rdquo; a Jonas said. He held a clipboard with a checklist he appeared to be reading from. &ldquo;Greetings. True Name?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;<em>Rehasiër munachla achles eslosam.</em>&ldquo;</p>
 <p>An instance of Answers Will Not Help standing by Jonas nodded approvingly at statement.</p>
 <p>They proceeded down the line, each reciting their version of the greeting.</p>
@@ -54,7 +57,7 @@
 <p>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.</p>
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