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<li class="done4"> Intensity - manipulations fail b/c whoops the Artemisians are way, way better at this<ul>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="remote/codrin/006.html">Codrin Bălan#Artemis</a> — Discusses openly about news from Artemis and some of the problems the Systems have had in the past, Artemisians describe some of their own. AWNH and TN are both struggling now, each getting occasional flickers of Sasha/Michelle. They call a brief break, Turun Ko says take as long as you need b/c time is maleable, AWNH cries, refuses. - 1963</li>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="local/tycho/012.html">Tycho Brahe#Castor</a>*** — Writes #Artemis a note during a lull about what the two parties are learning and how he’s reevaluating the History. (day 3 afternoon break) - 1304</li>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="ioan/009.html">Ioan Bălan</a> — Ioan meets up with True Name at a neutral place to talk about the cracks showing, death of Death Itself and I Do Not Know; growing empathy for True Name - 2326</li>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="remote/codrin/007.html">Codrin Bălan#Artemis</a>*** — AWNH breaks down (revealing she’s AWNH, not WAQ), quits, break immediately called, TN is having a REALLY HARD TIME, Turun Ka shows up, TN comes clean, talks about getting lost, Turun Ka says Artante’s race ran into similar, but stops her from talking about AWNH further for now - 2109</li>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="ioan/009.html">Ioan Bălan</a> — Ioan meets up with True Name at a neutral place to talk about the cracks showing, death of Death Itself and I Do Not Know; growing empathy for True Name - 2326</li>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="local/codrin/010.html">Codrin Bălan#Castor</a> — TN gets news re: AWNH (a fork enters the space, quits, merges - Artemisians like huh???), calls halt to meeting, preempts everyone getting news separately by announcing what happened, Codrin and Sarah confirm they’ve heard, tries to gloss over the swap quickly (b/c of course she’s planned), but Turun Ka speaks up, says that this is part of confirmation required. For what? Tune in next time… - 1884</li>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="remote/codrin/008.html">Codrin Bălan#Artemis</a> — Codrin, Sarah, Turun Ko, Artante meet up (while TN talks with Turun Ka, Iska, and Tycho chills with Stolon) and discuss actual point of meetings: to determine whether humanity is a suitable fifthrace. None of the Artemisians know/will say what the gating factors are, but think they’re close - don’t tell TN (are they supposed to know? Shrug, but implied if they tell TN, that’s a point against them) - 2046</li>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="ioan/008.html">Ioan Bălan</a> — Sarah Genet gets in touch. May is feeling rough, so she mostly talks with Ioan, who talks with May after, feeling better. - 2708</li>
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<p>*** — Added bits about whether or not they’re real.</p>
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<p>While I’m sure that another Odist has already passed on this information, you should know that two Odists have quit recently, May One Day Death Itself Not Die and I Do Not Know, I Do Not Know, leaving behind no forks. The Ode is now ninety-seven.</p>
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<p>May and In Dreams were there at the end, and this has led to an increased sense of urgency when it comes to the clade approaching their affliction. To that end, May and In Dreams are getting in touch with a psychologist recommended from folks on Castor (the Sarah Genet mentioned in the messages I’ve been forwarding) to discuss paths forward.</p>
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<p>These events took place during May’s aforementioned overflowing spell, which led to it being prolonged to nearly a week. She has made it through, and my nose remains intact despite getting tackled, as usual. She has recovered well despite some lingering depression, but this, in combination with some of the news from Castor which you also will have received before this, has me more worried for her than usual. She may be a little terror, but she is my little terror.</p>
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<p>All of them seem to be dealing with this in their own way. May and Dear overflow in their own ways, End Waking’s desire for solitude will override his relationship with Debarre, and now this over on the Death Itself stanza.</p>
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<p>All of them seem to be dealing with this in their own way. May and Dear overflow in their own ways, End Waking’s desire for solitude will override his relationship with Debarre for a time, and now this over on the Death Itself stanza.</p>
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<p>Can you do me a favor when you get a chance, and let me know how True Name#Pollux is doing in this respect in particular? Doesn’t need to be anything too in-depth, but, well, she is a part of this as always, and clearly there is something going on with her here.</p>
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<p><strong>END BĂLAN CLADE-EYES-ONLY MATERIAL</strong></p>
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<p>Pass on my love. I miss you and yours.</p>
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<h1>Zk | 010</h1>
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<h1 id="codrin-balancastor-2346">Codrin Bălan#Castor — 2346</h1>
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<p><a href="#.html">#</a> Codrin Bălan#Castor — 2346</p>
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<p><em>Convergence T-minus 1 day, 2 hours, 2 minutes</em></p>
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<p><em>Convergence T-minus 1 day, 1 hours, 2 minutes</em></p>
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<p>“To begin with an example concept, I have noticed that your common language is very irregular and relies heavily on a small vocabulary and nominal compounding,” Why Ask Questions said. “As we classify our languages into families based on several factors, including compounding, can each of the races expand on various features of their languages?”</p>
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<p>“You speak on general terms?” Iska asked.</p>
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<p>Why Ask Questions was laughing as well. She shrugged and grinned to the psychologist. “Fuck if I know. Come on. The least we can do is make some guesses over the next hour. I need a drink.”</p>
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<p>Ey nodded.</p>
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<p>“I cannot tell you,” she said. Looking steadily at em, she fixed a kind and competent expression in place. It bore a force to it, as though she was willing em to drop the subject. “And that I cannot should explain enough.”</p>
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<p>Codrin blinked, clutched eir notebook closer to eir chest, and bowed to her. “Of course, True Name. Shall we fetch Why Ask Questions?”</p>
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<p>The other Odist was not to be found in her room. She had apparently remained where she had been sitting before, arms crossed on the edge of the table with her head resting on them. Every time a shift in her form brought a jolt or an uncomfortable squirm, and yet she did not lift her head, even when True Name knelt down beside her to speak in hushed tones.</p>
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<p>The other Odist was not to be found in her room. She had apparently remained where she had been sitting before, arms crossed on the edge of the table with her head resting on them. Every time there was a shift in her form, it brought a jolt or an uncomfortable squirm, and yet she did not lift her head, even when True Name knelt down beside her to speak in hushed tones.</p>
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<p>The rest of the delegates arrived shortly after, Tycho and Stolon both looking quite happy. There was a moment’s shuffling as Tycho, Sarah, and Codrin were shifted down by one so that True Name could remain sitting by her cocladist.</p>
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<p>Even so, the meeting was slow to get started. There were a few questions asked by both sides about history, but they all felt very careful, well constructed, and circumspect. It was plagued by silences and subtle glances to where Answers Will Not Help rested her head on the table.</p>
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<p>“From the sounds of it,” Iska said. “Of the four organic species present, all began their projects of building embedding systems after a traumatic event. It seems to be a common feature of biological systems. The desire to protect oneself or one’s species from trauma is a common feature of all life.”</p>
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<p>True Name froze. Everyone froze.</p>
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<p>“We were told–” Sarah began, before Answers Will Not Help cut her off.</p>
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<p>“Prophets! Oh, where is Ezekiel when we need him? A meeting of prophets! <em>Navi</em> to <em>nevi’im!</em> The voice of God from the sky in a pillar of flame!” She looked around, wide-eyed, and her voice grew conspiratorial. “Or Qoheleth, a prophet of our own blood, bearing warning of memory entrancing!”</p>
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<p>Her words came out in an unceasing torrent. She waved her hand/paw toward the Artemisians, giggling. “But instead we are Israel to <em>nevi’im,</em> a people to prophets, a people to prophets, a people with our own personal HaShem, and the only time I know my true name is when I dream, and to know one’s true name is to know God. Time feels so vast that were it not for an Eternity— Fuck, I…time makes prey of remembering, I…I fear me this Circumference engross my Finity— Oh AwDae, oh AwDae. Could you ever have guessed at the depths of the death of memory?”</p>
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<p>Her words came out in an unceasing torrent. She waved her hand/paw toward the Artemisians, giggling. “But instead we are Israel to <em>nevi’im,</em> a people to prophets, a people to prophets! A people with our own personal HaShem, and the only time I know my true name is when I dream, and to know one’s true name is to know God. Time feels so vast that were it not for an Eternity— Fuck, I…time makes prey of remembering, I…I fear me this Circumference engross my Finity— Oh AwDae, oh AwDae. Could you ever have guessed at the depths of the death of memory?”</p>
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<p>True Name stood quickly enough to knock her chair back and, with a decisive wash of skunk down her form, growled, “How fucking dare–“</p>
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<p>The rest of the delegation pressed away from her with a shout. The firstracers rose up to their full height and Iska blurred quickly to stand atop their stool, shouting, “<em>Iha!</em>“</p>
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<p>“To his exclusion who prepare by process of Size…of…” Answers Will Not Help continued, unfazed. She was phasing in and out of common time now, despite the promise of unison. Her words jittering now fast, now slow. “I cannot feel em here. We are so far away from home. I cannot…I miss em, I miss em. I miss…was that eir prophecy? Was that why ey wrote me? Is this AwDae’s words come true?”</p>
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<p>“Stop!” True Name shouted. She swiped out at her cocladist, managing to grab a fistful of her blouse, yanking her closer roughly.</p>
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<p>“Stop!” True Name shouted. She swiped out at her cocladist, managing to grab a fistful of her blouse, roughly yanking her closer.</p>
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<p>With surprising speed, Answers Will Not Help slid a foot back and struck True Name’s forearm with a downward strike of her own, getting a yelp from the skunk and forcing her to let go. She stumbled back, gasping, “The flow of prophecy climbs up through the years, winter upon winter upon winter, and compels the future to do its bidding! Ey said…ey said…”</p>
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<p>True Name bared her teeth, tackling the blurring, crumbling form of Answers Will Not Help to the ground. “Fucking stop! You cannot–“</p>
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<p>After a moment’s tussle, Answers Will Not Help sprawled flat the ground, limp and laughing, retching, crying. “For the Stupendous Vision of eir diameters—” she said, and then quit, leaving True Name to fall to the ground, weeping.</p>
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<p>There was a shocked silence around the table, and when no one moved, Codrin slid out of eir chair to kneel by True Name’s side. Her form had begun to waver once more, and, remembering the aversion to touch that came with that, ey simply sat beside her, waiting until she calmed down.</p>
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<p>It was Sarah who broke the silence. “What just happened?”</p>
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<p>Codrin spoke carefully. “As mentioned, True Name and, uh…Why Ask Questions — that is, Michelle Hadje — were among the lost, and I guess time skew is similar enough to—“</p>
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<p>Codrin spoke carefully. “As mentioned, True Name and, uh…Why Ask Questions — that is, Michelle Hadje — were among the lost, and I guess time skew is similar enough to–“</p>
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<p>“No,” the Odist said between heaving breaths, clutching at her arm where it had been struck. “She was right. That was Answers Will Not Help.”</p>
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<p>Tycho frowned, nodded. “We had guessed.”</p>
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<p>“She should not have been able to do that,” Iska said, nearly growling. “She should not have been able to do any of that. No skew, no exit. What was she? Who are you?”</p>
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<p>Her voice was small. It bore fear and anxiety alongside the omnipresent exhaustion. “Can you please stay for a few minutes?”</p>
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<p>“I, uh…” Ey swallowed dryly. “Do you need anything?”</p>
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<p>“Just for someone to be present. I may need your help writing another note back to Castor in a few minutes,” she said, then had to master some hidden emotion before continuing. “But right now, I just need someone to anchor me. You are very good at that.”</p>
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<p>After a moment’s hesitation, ey nodded, pulling up a chair from the small table in the center of the room. Ey sat beside the skunk as she lay still on the bed, eyes closed, her breathing growing more steady, and then slowing as she apparently drifted into sleep.</p>
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<p>After a moment’s hesitation, ey nodded, pulling up a chair from the small table in the center of the room. Ey sat beside the skunk as she lay still on the bed, eyes closed, her breathing growing more steady, and then slowing as she drifted into sleep.</p>
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<p>Ey watched her doze fitfully.</p>
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<p>What was it Dear had said? That she was still a fully realized person? <em>She does still have emotions, they simply come from a place that we cannot access.</em> </p>
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<p>Ey wasn’t sure how much ey believed that now, that they came from a place ey could not access. True Name had the same emotions ey did, ey knew now, and they came from that very same well within her. She had just become so singular an entity that their expression could only be framed through one very small, very precise lens.</p>
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<p><em>All that may be, but what do I do with it?</em> ey thought. <em>And how the hell am I going to keep what I heard hidden and buried?</em></p>
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