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<p>And they all acted, and they all promoted, and they all taught and helped as techs and loved each other. They were all hedonists, to the last, because A Finger Pointing was a hedonist, one who wanted to enjoy life to the fullest and to be everybody’s friend.</p>
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<p>And they all acted, and they all promoted, and they all taught and helped as techs and loved each other. They were all hedonists, to the last, because A Finger Pointing was a hedonist, one who wanted to enjoy life to the fullest and to be everybody’s friend.</p>
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<p>She spent time with them all, yes, but the benefit of diving deep into music is that Beholden began to seek out live shows and concerts, and so when A Finger Pointing spent time with her, they became events. They started to veer perilously close to dates.</p>
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<p>She spent time with them all, yes, but the benefit of diving deep into music is that Beholden began to seek out live shows and concerts, and so when A Finger Pointing spent time with her, they became events. They started to veer perilously close to dates.</p>
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<p>At some point, though they disagreed on when — was it five years later? Ten? Each argued passionately for one, and then the other — they <em>became</em> dates.</p>
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<p>At some point, though they disagreed on when — was it five years later? Ten? Each argued passionately for one, and then the other — they <em>became</em> dates.</p>
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<p>There was sense of aromancy in A Finger Pointing that grew after she forked. <!-- Discuss --> She never could say where from; perhaps it was simply that she would rather have been friends with anyone than foster a particular friendship with one person. And yet there was something about Beholden. Something fulfilling, perhaps, or complementary, or a self-love that rose above all others.</p>
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<p>There was sense of aromancy in A Finger Pointing that grew after she forked. She never could say where from; perhaps it was simply that she would rather have been friends with anyone than foster a particular friendship with one person. And yet there was something about Beholden. Something fulfilling, perhaps, or complementary, or a self-love that rose above all others.</p>
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<p>And so they fell in love, each in their own way. They fell in love and, for the most part, reveled. Yes, they had their spats. Yes, they had their flings besides, and the occasional relationship, all negotiated and cherished and bound up in compersion. But yes, they had each other.</p>
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<p>And so they fell in love, each in their own way. They fell in love and, for the most part, reveled. Yes, they had their spats. Yes, they had their flings besides, and the occasional relationship, all negotiated and cherished and bound up in compersion. But yes, they had each other.</p>
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<p>There was, of course, the social implications to consider, the taboo around intraclade relationships, the implications of narcissism and other, far more crass terms. Suggestions were made from on high, such as it were, from across the clade.</p>
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<p>There was, of course, the social implications to consider, the taboo around intraclade relationships, the implications of narcissism and other, far more crass terms. Suggestions were made from on high, such as it were, from across the clade.</p>
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<p>True Name suggested. She suggested that, as pleased as she was for them, their relationship remain something for behind closed doors. Something where they kept their I-love-yous and kisses for a shared bed rather than out on the town or at however many gatherings they might wish to go to. Politics was, as ever, politics, and here are the political reasons laid bare.</p>
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<p>True Name suggested. She suggested that, as pleased as she was for them, their relationship remain something for behind closed doors. Something where they kept their I-love-yous and kisses for a shared bed rather than out on the town or at however many gatherings they might wish to go to. Politics was, as ever, politics, and here are the political reasons laid bare.</p>
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<p>She lay there until she felt Motes slowly relax beneath her arm, heard her breathing slow, and then for a while after.</p>
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<p>She lay there until she felt Motes slowly relax beneath her arm, heard her breathing slow, and then for a while after.</p>
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<p>“Glad to see you up and about, Dot,” Beholden said, briefly touching her nosetip to Motes’s cheek in an affectionate skunk-kiss. “We got the ping that you were, thus lunch here rather than out, but it is nice to see you all the same.”</p>
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<p>“Glad to see you up and about, Dot,” Beholden said, briefly touching her nosetip to Motes’s cheek in an affectionate skunk-kiss. “We got the ping that you were, thus lunch here rather than out, but it is nice to see you all the same.”</p>
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<p>Bookending her with a similar — though far more human — kiss to herother cheek, A Finger Pointing said, “It really is. Are you feeling better, my dear? Please say yes.”</p>
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<p>Bookending her with a similar — though far more human — kiss to herother cheek, A Finger Pointing said, “It really is. Are you feeling better, my dear? Please say yes.”</p>
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<p>Motes laughed and waited until each was finished before returning the cheek kisses to her cocladists. “I am, mostly. I still have a lot on my mind, but I am no longer buried beneath it.” She nodded towards the plates, adding, “I already ate before you got here. I am not sorry.”</p>
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<p>Motes laughed and waited until each was finished before returning the cheek kisses to her cocladists. “I am, mostly. I still have a lot on my mind, but I am no longer buried beneath it.” She nodded towards the plates, adding, “I already ate before you got here. I am not sorry.”</p>
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<p>“Nor should you be!” A Finger Pointing scoffed. “I would be disappointed if you had not.”</p>
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<p>“Nor should you be,” A Finger Pointing scoffed. “I would be disappointed if you had not.”</p>
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<p>She laughed. “Of course you would be. You really set up the sim to ping you when I woke?”</p>
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<p>She laughed. “Of course you would be. You really set up the sim to ping you when I woke?”</p>
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<p>“Just a few things — your door opening, something being done in the kitchen or at the bar, that sort of thing — so that we would know while we were out.”</p>
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<p>“Just a few things — your door opening, something being done in the kitchen or at the bar, that sort of thing — so that we would know while we were out.”</p>
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<p>“She was worried,” Beholden stage-whispered. “You should have seen her brighten when she got the notification you were in the kitchen.”</p>
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<p>“She was worried,” Beholden stage-whispered. “You should have seen her brighten when she got the notification you were in the kitchen.”</p>
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<p>“It’s okay if you act as though they are,” Sarah said. “Or if they become a part of your internal conception of the play. They don’t need to be actively in on it if it’s an internal representation of your world.”</p>
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<p>“It’s okay if you act as though they are,” Sarah said. “Or if they become a part of your internal conception of the play. They don’t need to be actively in on it if it’s an internal representation of your world.”</p>
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<p>“Right,” she mumbled, looking out into the neighborhood and swaying gently from side to side in her swing. “I guess it makes more sense when you talk about family members cutting each other off. If that is a thing that families do with any frequency, then there is no reason for me to not incorporate that.”</p>
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<p>“Right,” she mumbled, looking out into the neighborhood and swaying gently from side to side in her swing. “I guess it makes more sense when you talk about family members cutting each other off. If that is a thing that families do with any frequency, then there is no reason for me to not incorporate that.”</p>
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<p>“‘No reason’?” Sarah asked, picking up on the rhythm of Motes’s swaying.</p>
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<p>“‘No reason’?” Sarah asked, picking up on the rhythm of Motes’s swaying.</p>
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<p>“Well, obviously I hate it!” she said, laughing. “But if I am going to get shit on like this, then I guess all I can do–”</p>
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<p>“Well, obviously I hate it,” she said, laughing. “But if I am going to get shit on like this, then I guess all I can do–”</p>
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<p>Motes snorted. “<em>One</em> thing I can do is reclaim it and turn it into a family spat, right?”</p>
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<p>Motes snorted. “<em>One</em> thing I can do is reclaim it and turn it into a family spat, right?”</p>
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<p>Sarah laughed and pushed herself to start swinging in earnest. “That’s what I was getting at, yeah. But tell me more about being Big Motes. You’ve talked about the family aspect of it, but it sounds like you were thinking about this even before Hammered Silver sent you her letter.”</p>
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<p>Sarah laughed and pushed herself to start swinging in earnest. “That’s what I was getting at, yeah. But tell me more about being Big Motes. You’ve talked about the family aspect of it, but it sounds like you were thinking about this even before Hammered Silver sent you her letter.”</p>
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<p>Perhaps she ought to hug Dry Grass extra-tight next time she saw her.</p>
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<p>Perhaps she ought to hug Dry Grass extra-tight next time she saw her.</p>
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<p>“I guess, yeah,” he said. “I’m not a dispersionista, though, so I can’t really understand. I don’t have any up-trees or cross-trees or whatever. It sucks that she’s being a bully, though, ‘cause she kind of <em>is</em> you, isn’t she?”</p>
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<p>“I guess, yeah,” he said. “I’m not a dispersionista, though, so I can’t really understand. I don’t have any up-trees or cross-trees or whatever. It sucks that she’s being a bully, though, ‘cause she kind of <em>is</em> you, isn’t she?”</p>
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<p>Motes sighed. “I guess, yeah. That is why it hurt and why I had to spend a lot of time thinking about it.”</p>
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<p>Motes sighed. “I guess, yeah. That is why it hurt and why I had to spend a lot of time thinking about it.”</p>
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<p>He reached out and gave her tail a gentle tug — not something she usually tolerated, but the conversation had been so gentle, it had no scent of meanness to it — and smiled up to her. “Well, <em>I</em> think you’re better than she is, so clearly she isn’t you. Tell her to get stuffed!”</p>
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<p>He reached out and gave her tail a gentle tug — not something she usually tolerated, but the conversation had been so gentle, it had no scent of meanness to it — and smiled up to her. “Well, <em>I</em> think you’re better than she is, so clearly she isn’t you. Tell her to get stuffed!”</p>
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<p>She laughed, reaching out to bat at his hand. “I guess I pretty much did, because here I am!”</p>
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<p>She laughed, reaching out to bat at his hand. “I guess I pretty much did, because here I am~”</p>
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<p>After that, their conversation fell back into more comfortable things. They spoke of friends. They spoke of the pros and cons of Rock Park. They spoke of families and the secret pleasures of being punished. Then they played a half-hearted game of tag before Motes finally said goodbye and stepped home just in time for the evening’s planned activities, floating on a cloud of joy like she had not experienced in more than two weeks.</p>
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<p>After that, their conversation fell back into more comfortable things. They spoke of friends. They spoke of the pros and cons of Rock Park. They spoke of families and the secret pleasures of being punished. Then they played a half-hearted game of tag before Motes finally said goodbye and stepped home just in time for the evening’s planned activities, floating on a cloud of joy like she had not experienced in more than two weeks.</p>
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<p>At home, she dashed to the kitchen and gulped down a glass of water, laughed at the uncomfortable chill this left her with, and then dashed out into the fading afternoon. </p>
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<p>At home, she dashed to the kitchen and gulped down a glass of water, laughed at the uncomfortable chill this left her with, and then dashed out into the fading afternoon. </p>
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<p>It was a night for good food and terrible movies.</p>
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<p>It was a night for good food and terrible movies.</p>
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<li class="done2"> <a href="001.html">A: Intro</a> — About Motes; Motes paints; Beholden and boss are heading out; Dry Grass comes over.</li>
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<li class="done2"> <a href="002.html">B: Sasha speaks</a> — Motes gets fucked (and fucked up); talks with Sasha about what happened.</li>
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<li class="done3"> <a href="002.html">B: Sasha speaks</a> — Motes gets fucked (and fucked up); talks with Sasha about what happened.</li>
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<li class="done2"> <a href="003.html">C: Warmth speaks</a> — Visiting Warmth and Rye; The Warmth/Motes Dynamic™; discussing the nature of being an outcast (viz both Dear being a shit as well as Hammered Silver cutting off part of the ninth).</li>
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<li class="done3"> <a href="004.html">D: Slow Hours speaks</a> — Motes has a nightmare; Motes joins Beholden and A Finger Pointing to calm down; talks with Slow Hours about dreams.</li>
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