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+<p>Note that I've got Telegram going on the laptop, so if there's a sudden lack of anything happening, but you still hear typing, I'm nerding out at people</p>
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                 <p><span class="tag">writing</span> <span class="tag">novel</span> <span class="tag">chapter</span> <span class="tag">fiction</span> <span class="tag">scifi</span> <span class="tag">post-self</span> <span class="tag">qoheleth</span></p>
 <p>It took AwDae just under two hours to find the microphone.</p>
-<p>The first hour was spent searching the auditorium thoroughly. Ey walked around clapping and humming, then singing songs half-remembered from productions ey had worked in the past. Ey would've whistled if it wasn't for the structure of a canid muzzle.</p>
+<p>The first hour was spent searching the auditorium top to bottom. Ey walked around clapping and humming, then singing songs half-remembered from productions ey had worked in the past. Ey would've whistled if it wasn't for the structure of a canid muzzle.</p>
 <p>Silence.</p>
 <p>After an hour, venturing even into the overhead areas where sound was muffled, damped, ey gave up and took a break.</p>
-<p><em>It's probably fruitless to be this thorough in the auditorium,</em> ey thought. <em>The gain' high enough that even a quiet clap should be enough.</em></p>
+<p><em>It's probably fruitless to be this thorough in the auditorium,</em> ey thought. <em>The gain's high enough that even a quiet clap should be enough.</em></p>
-<p>Ey slouched in an auditorium seat and pulled out the slip of paper with Cicero's transactions. Ey found that if ey focused on the page just so, rows would sort themselves by columns. Weird.</p>
+<p>Ey slouched in an auditorium seat and pulled out the slip of paper with Cicero's transactions. Ey had found that if ey focused on the page just so, rows would sort themselves by columns, so ey spent a few minutes aimlessly zooming through the page of digits.</p>
 <p>Ey scanned over the titles of the initiatives voted on. Very little there to latch onto. Or, rather, way too much. AwDae couldn't manage to boil down the table into any single sentence, much less something useful. The cat had apparently voted on just about everything, without taking any breaks.</p>
 <p>Eventually, when neat rows of letters began to blur into one another, ey levered emself up from the seat. Paper refolded, ey slipped it back into a pocket before checking on the board once more. Everything remained set as it was before the break.</p>
 <p>AwDae had imagined ey would work in concentric circles away from the auditorium. Not to be the best idea. The hall was nestled between two arms of the school which did not meet except via the auditorium itself. Eir routine grew arduous: ey'd walk down one hallway, poke into classrooms, and make noise before moving on.</p>
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