-- Tycho Brahe — Fresh out of talks, merges back with #tracker in sim, looks up at the sky, new big feelings, TN shows up w/champagne. She’s kind of sad, but guess it went okay, says she’s trying to be earnest about just wanting to have something to celebrate with someone else, but isn’t sure she knows how anymore. Cracks showing as growth collides with eternal memory.
+- Tycho Brahe — Fresh out of talks, merges back with #tracker in sim, looks up at the sky, new big feelings, TN shows up w/champagne. She’s kind of sad, but guess it went okay, says she’s trying to be earnest about just wanting to have something to celebrate with someone else, but isn’t sure she knows how anymore. Cracks showing as growth collides with eternal memory.
- Codrin Bălan — Talks with Sarah back at home about what things will look like going forward (expand DMZ to idk like 1/3 system size, allow Artemisians to join, allow any to join Artemis as fifthrace). After Sarah leaves, goes for a walk with Dear, mentions what happened with AWNH and TN
- Tycho Brahe — The DMZ expands, sets up a border crossing of sorts, starts to think about what to do, about how there’s this idea that he invest fully that just showed up, fully formed, in his head
- Codrin Bălan — Convinces Dear and partner to join em in both DMZ (Do they stay? Maybe Codrin is so giddy ey doesn’t even care if they do) - Will ey write a history? No, that’s for Genet, ey’s done. Ey might become a librarian!!!! A solution to boredom? Boredom finally a problem?
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Sarah: shocked, startled, curious.
Answers Will Not Help: mid-shout, a splash of black fur creeping up over her cheek, a ghost of a muzzle before her face.
“What the hell?” ey repeated.
-“You are Codrin Bălan?”
+“You are Codrin Bălan, ka?“
Startled, ey whirled to face the party of Artemisians. One of the firstrace members had stepped forward. Assuming the lineup was similar to their own, ey supposed it must be Turun Ko, the recorder, if Turun Ka as leader was on the end. Its voice was surprisingly mellifluous for a being that seemed to be an artificial construct.
“Y-yes,” ey said, shaking er head. “What…is this…time?”
Turun Ko tilted its chin up in a gesture ey could not understand. “Yes. You have departed-slid-away from common time. It is normal-not-unusual for the recorder consciousness-bearing system to detach-accelerate from common time at first. Those such as you and I are primed-eager to observe over time.”
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He looked back toward the door, worry painted on his face, and nodded. “I don’t think that was Why Ask Questions. That was Answers Will Not Help.”