aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
First: Funeral
Previous: Funeral: Introductions


Senga smiled crookedly at Erramun. “We fix problems. Sometimes we end things, sometimes we start them, but mostly people just pay us to solve situations they need solved.”

“That sounds really, really vague.”

“It’s meant to be really, really vague.”

“So which side of the law are you on?”

“We’re a legal organization. Most of the time, we stay on the proper side of the police and of the law. Sometimes we fudge things a bit,” she admitted. “Those moments where the Ellehemaei in us has to be more important than the law-abiding citizen.”

“And in those times?”
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MARKED - 8.9

“Do you think they’ll all come?”

Nilien didn’t mean to be nervous, but people had been so strange here. She was pacing back and forth in the small space between her bed and Lorque’s. “Do you think they’ll like it?”

“We wouldn’t have asked if we didn’t think they’d like it,” Lorque pointed out, “and if they don’t come, it’s their loss.”

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aldersprig: an ancient-looking world map (map)
1. Introduction
B. Portal Bound
Many centuries ago — nearly a millennium — portals opened between an untouched planet and several other worlds, and a few people came through, a farmer and his family.

Over time, those portals shifted — when they were open, where they opened from — until a clever wood-carver discovered that with the right bits of magic and the right bits of wood, you could stabilize a portal. It still opened when it pleased, of course, but with the proper doors, it would open to the same place and in the same place.

The main nation of this story is run by a bureaucracy that balances on the mandate of the long-missing Prince. It runs well enough, this nation, and the bureaucrats like it that way.
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1. Introduction
Desmond’s World
The world Desmond lives in is on the cusp of industrialization, a word in which most people don’t believe magic exists. Poverty, class struggle, hunger, and crowding are, however, all too real.

The nation Desmond lives in is isolated on all four sides: on three sides by nearly-impassible mountains, and on the fourth by an ocean which is inhospitable and almost entirely non-traversable. It’s a small nation, seven days’ travel by horse long from pass to pass and three days’ travel by horse wide at the widest.

While magic is not believed to exist, it underlies everything, just as the tight isolation, the high price of any trade goods, and the stratified class society do.
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Chapter 22: Arnbjörg
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Monday, November 6, 2000

“What I don’t get is how that’s supposed to help anything!”

Arnbjörg and Jaya – Jamian, whatever – had been arguing on and off for days.  It had started with Jamian’s spare genitalia, but it everything that bothered Arnbjörg about this place had just been coming out, in whispers and hisses and shouts, every time she saw her Keeper.

Today, she'd run into an argument with Sheba without even meaning to.  She'd been in the kitchen, working on dessert, when Sheba had commented on her jacket.  It had escalated from there.  Sheba's ears had gone back and she'd hissed at Arnbjörg - which had just barely missed leading to violence. 

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MARKED - 8.8

“I think we should just call it the study group,” Lorque opined. “Nobody gets nosy or interested in a study group.”

Nilien looked around. They’d been talking about Ember, but where was her familiar?

“It should have some sort of dramatic name,” Augustin countered. “Like ‘Augustin’s Army.’”

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aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
First: Funeral
Previous: Funeral: Coming Home



Senga shifted herself between Allayne and Erramun quickly. “Don’t kill her, either,” she whispered. “Allayne, this is Erramun, sa’Death Comes Silently, a former associate of my great-Aunt Mirabella’s and, ah, currently, thanks to Great-Aunt Mirabella, my Kept, my bond servant. Oh, we got the Manor, too.”

Allayne looked Erramun up and down. “Forget the Manor, your aunt gave you a man? How do I get to be part of your family?”

“Generally,” Erramun answered, with a dangerous rumble to his voice and an obvious lack of being impressed by Allayne, “by losing some of your current family, often violently. At least, that’s what seemed to happen to Senga here. Sa-” He frowned down at her. “You can’t call me sa’, you own me. And I can’t call you sa’, I don’t know your name.”

“You seriously Own him. You Own him. You went to a funeral and came back with a man. Only you, Senga, only you. I told you you should have taken me with you.” Allayne clucked cheerfully. “Well, hello to you, Erramun oro’Senga. And if she wants to call you sa’, I wouldn’t argue with her. She had a fun sense of protocol. Probably comes from growing up with Mirabella as family matriarch. I know that would make me absolutely crazy, and I think Senga here just sublimated it into some strange manners.”
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And it's June!

So pick up to seven days and give them a setting, and I will follow the list of prompts here (http://worldbuildingjune.tumblr.com/) and your list of settings.
If a date isn't setting'd, I'll pick whatever I want ;-)
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2 Desmond's Climb
3 Dragons Next Door
4 Aunt Family
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8 Stranded
9 Things Unspoken
10 Things Unspoken

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13 Fairy Town
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15 Fairy Town
16 Science!
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18 Space Accountant
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20 Space Accountant

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25 Dragons Next Door
26 Stranded
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28 Aunt Family
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First: Slaves, School
Previous: Collar Food


It turned out Hellina and Meshron had a secondary purpose in shadowing the new students through breakfast - it was their job to guide all of the first-year blues to their first class.

That turned out to be a lecture room big enough for all twenty-seven students (with three seats left over, Des noted), fronted by a tall person with a very long white beard dressed much more like the students than most of the adults they’d seen.

The person wore long pleated pants that touched the floor in brilliant blue, a jacket in a lighter blue, and a shirt underneath in crisp white. The collar was gold and seemed to sparkle and shimmer.

“I am Professor Hapdegh, and I am here to teach you the basic theory of collar magic and its history. You may call me Professor Hap if it is easier, and I generally answer to he and him pronouns, although I’m not all that concerned one way or the other. Now, I don’t think I’ll remember all your names, but I’m going to try. Let’s start in one corner and work our way around, shall we?”
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It's time for the theme poll!

This poll picks the theme for the three stories posted each month on Patreon, as well as reposts and possibly other such things.

If you don't have a DW account, you can vote in the comments.

Poll #18432 June Patreon Theme Poll!!
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What should the June 2017 Patreon Theme be?

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Things Unspoken (Setting)
2 (18.2%)

Fourth Husband (Setting)
2 (18.2%)

Under (New Setting)
0 (0.0%)

Desmond’s World (Setting)
1 (9.1%)

Magical Dates (theme)
2 (18.2%)

Weddings and other Joinings (theme)
0 (0.0%)

Rain, mud, and rainy days (theme)
1 (9.1%)

Kaiju (theme)
3 (27.3%)

Encyclopedia Worldia (type) (All About The Worlds)
0 (0.0%)

Demifiction (type) (non-fiction in fictional settings)
0 (0.0%)

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This weekend, we worked on the garden beds!

We moved something like 6 square feet of walking onions from various garden beds into the hedgerow, where we hope they will fight it out with the goldenrod and emerge victorious.

We then started to repair the bed most of those onions had been living in, noticed that we had two 3-½” bolts instead of the 4” we needed, and were about to go out to Lowes and then dinner…

...when we remembered that it was graduation weekend for the largest college in the area.

So we went for bolts the next day, bolted that bed back together, amended and turned over the soil, and planted asparagus roots and strawberries. This is now a perennial bed for something actually intentional, as opposed to a perennial-onion bed.

We had a little time left, so we turned over another bed, planted the cabbage starts, and planted two milkweed (fancy milkweed) and two fancy day lily starts.

So our garden so far:

[cabbage] [kale, needs work ] [sweet potatoes] [asparagus/strawberries]
[tomatoes][peppers, eggplant]][~needs work~ [ ~needs planting~]

And then, off to the left, a wide hilly section that has held/will hold various squash, and on the patio, a whole range of pots holding herbs, tomato, and peppers.

And so far we’ve only lost one pepper plant to the rabbits and, darn it, 1 pack of squash plants to the cat.

How was your (long, in the US) weekend?
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MARKED - 8.7

Nilien took in her friends’ reactions one more time. “It’s a pretty fun list,” she agrees, “even if it’s still pretty short. But - if I tell you something, swear not to tell anyone else?”

She hadn’t made Riva or Augustin do that, but then again, she knew Riva and Augustin better, and their only questionable friend was Istore. She was pretty sure Istore wasn’t trying to kill her.

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Chapter 21: Leofric
by Inspector Caracal


Tuesday, October 31, 2000

Leofric studiously took notes as Professor Pelletier wrote another equation on the board. Physics was a good class for not thinking about what was going on. And even if some of it had been pretty cool — he was growing antlers, Dr. Caitrin said, and now he had some kind of awesome electricity powers — most of it was… Well, he was trying not to think about it.

He’d gotten the worrying thing sorted, at least, after spending a few days convincing himself that a desire to help was not worry — and if he had to abatu his hugr every now and then, well, nobody had told him not to do Workings on himself. And using magic to destroy the feeling was the only reliable way to stop worrying that he’d figured out.



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First: M/m Keeper/Kept
Previous: Free Will
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It was telling, humiliating, and sensible. Do you know what you like to do for fun?

He ought to. He ought to know things that were enjoyable. Everyone did, right?

Ctirad swallowed around a keening sound that refused to quiet itself. He wanted to bow until his forehead was on the floor, but he’d been told to lean back, so he stayed leaning back.

“Hey, hey.” Timaios stroked his shoulders gently. “Hey. Ctirad. Come on, kitten, come on.”

Kitten? The nickname drew him out of his panic for a moment. “Kitten?”

“Sounds better than ‘puppy’ and I don’t think you’d like ‘pet’,” Timaios admitted. “So you’re my kitten.”

“Yes… yes sir. I’m your kitten.”
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This is technically a bonus, since we’ve slipped below the $70 donation milestone, but I have faith that we’ll get back up there soon enough. :-)
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The announcements and the invitations had been sent out:

On May 4, 1785, Louisa sh’Venti Horribiles, daughter of Isabella Venti Horribiles and Perry Longa Nocte, has come to her Change into her adult form.

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I don’t know when this originally posted, since it was up as a voting incentive and then taken down, but it says “Last Modified June 3, 2010."
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Luca was standing outside of a dance hall in Boston when a gorgeous blonde woman threw herself at him. Bastard or no, he was a gentleman, so he caught her, one hand on her slim waist, the other on her shoulders. Her hair fell forward into his face, filling his nose with an intoxicating scent that no perfume could duplicate.

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Originally posted February 18, 2012.
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Cole woke.

He generally considered this a good start to the day, getting things off on an immediate positive note.

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MARKED - 8.6

“Hey! I’m nice” The voice came from behind Lorque and Nilien and, as one, they tensed and turned around. Not Istore, not Istore… Chason was looking indignantly at them.

Phew.

“We were saying Istore wasn’t - coming up right behind you,” Lorque ended unhappily. “Hi, Istore, did you get that math problem figured out?”

“I did. What’s wrong with you? You look like you just ate a lemon.”

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MARKED - Post frequency update

(From Cal:)

Sooo y’all might’ve noticed how it’s been a crazy erratic posting schedule around here lately. I want to apologize for that, first; can’t go into details without going into My Personal Life but I have been dropping the ball a lot.
That, plus talking to Lyn a bit about her...

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Chapter 20: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Wednesday, October 25, 2000

“Ugh.”  The lights flickered out with a crackle.  “Leofric!”

Eriko’s expression needed no light.  Cynara could see the tired twist of her face already, the exasperated way she looked when she dealt with her boyfriend.  She could see Leo’s cringing apology too, the way his shoulders would shrug forward and he’d try to make himself smaller.  It made Cynara want to hug him; it made her want to punch Eriko.

“It wasn’t me,” Leo protested weakly.

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Part I
Part II

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“…I was going to buy that skirt…” Abigail complained.

“No, you weren’t. You would hem and haw about the price and in the end you would’ve left with nothing.” Liv patted her on the shoulder. “We could go into the bookstore there, or we could go to that place that looks like it’s selling herbs and spices?”

“Herbs and spices first. Once we get in a bookstore, we’re going to be there ‘till it’s time for your mom to pick us up.”

Liv giggled. “Like that one time, when she came in to get us…”

“Or that time she had the store page us.

“Or that time she texted us bits of War and Peace until we came out on our own… Yeah. The herb and spice place first.”
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MARKED - 8.5

Nilien smiled at Augustin and Riva as they came towards her. She had a secret! A secret that had nothing to do with her being a Wild Rune, or with someone trying to kill her! She found her smile growing wider and wider. They were almost here. She rose up on the balls of her feet and dropped down before she drew too much attention to herself. The last thing she wanted was Thesri getting wind of this.

“What is it?” Riva asked, the moment she was close. “Did they catch the - the culprit?”

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I haven’t done one of these in a while, but it’s the season to get back into them, I suppose: What I Did on my Summer Vacation Weekend.

Although in this case, it’s a bit of vacation, too, since I started with taking Wednesday and Thursday off, worked Friday, and then took the weekend.

So this extended weekend was all about gardening — or, more accurately, gardening prep. We went two two nurseries, pulled out all our nice ceramic pots to outline the edge of the “patio”, and then went to a plant sale at the local high school.

(Our “patio” is a slab of concrete filling in the space made by an L in house construction. It’s amazing how much MORE patio-like it looks with the addition of a line of pretty pots (Ollie’s Discount Outlet; one’s a little rhomboid, one has a flaw in the glazing, but they cost for five of them what one would cost non-seconds) does to make it look like an intentional outdoor space. Add in the nice plastic-decking-wood deck chairs and table we got last year and it’s a proper patio.)
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After M/m Keeper/Kept and Keeper’s Interview and Needs a Title and Bad Titling is Catching and More M/m, when I’d given up on titles and The Driver Weighs Inand Sal’s Questions and Claws and Monsters and Weapons and Impressions and Masks and Tim Kaprinsky's House, Timaios' Bedroom and Take it Off and Danny and Let's Eat and Plans.



Ctiard struggled to finish eating. Finally he had to admit, “I’m full. I’m sorry.”

Timaios frowned, and Ctirad’s stomach dropped. “Fuck. I hope you didn’t stuff yourself too much?”

“What?” Ctirad stared at him in confusion. “No, sir, you said ‘finish eating’ and…” He was panicking. This was mortifying. He swallowed and tried to get control of himself.
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Map Poll!

May. 23rd, 2017 10:21 am
aldersprig: an ancient-looking world map (map)
As mentioned here, I want to map more things. So...

(Note: Yeah, I borked up "One of the museums in the Dragons Next Door ‘verseMore of the Things Unspoken map?" It was meant to replace the first half with the second half.)

Poll #18406 What should I Map?
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Cloverleaf
4 (50.0%)

Leo’s Territory in Chess Timeline
1 (12.5%)

Cloverleaf’s wider territory in canon
4 (50.0%)

all the named locations in north america, fae apoc
3 (37.5%)

One year of Autumn’s wanderings, annotated.
5 (62.5%)

Smokey Knoll.
6 (75.0%)

Feltian’s house?
2 (25.0%)

One of the museums in the Dragons Next Door ‘verseMore of the Things Unspoken map?
4 (50.0%)

Junie’s school, or the Black Tower, or the Pumpkin.
5 (62.5%)

The “Aunt Houses” of all the various branches of the Aunt Family.
6 (75.0%)

An annotated social gathering as seen by Lance the Star Mapper.
1 (12.5%)

Fairy Town
2 (25.0%)

Unicorn/Factory
3 (37.5%)

The ship in Space Accountant.
5 (62.5%)

Jason’s island.
3 (37.5%)

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When I posted The Gardener I was asked (and now I can’t find where, sigh) about Damkina and the apocalypse. So here is Damkina and the apocalypse, considerably longer than I’d intended. :-)
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The sky was black and red, and in the distance an unearthly howl echoed through the city. But the squash would not forgive her skipping their bug treatment and the weeds in the pepper garden were unseemly.

Damkina muttered wards against bugs as she slammed her hoe into the ground with more force than was strictly necessary.

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Originally posted on 2012. If you sense a theme, it’s likely because “Wine and/or roses” was the Giraffe Call theme in Feb. 2012.
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It was, as fairy gifts went, rather strange.

As wedding gifts go, it was even odder.

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It was hot so the ganache frosting melted and my food photography really needs work, sorry!
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When baking chocolate things in my household, there are two things that we almost always do to up the chocolate flavor, and two more we do as we remember to:

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MARKED - 8.4

Nilien was drawing in the margins of her notes.

It wasn’t a boring class, and she really ought to be focusing, but she kept thinking about Ember, and Ember Spying on Chason.

Chason. She bit her lip and stared at her notes for a moment until she got her feelings and thoughts under control. He was nice. She didn’t want him to be involved in any of this mess! She didn’t want him to think she was a horrid spying untrusting sneak, either.

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Chapter 19: Abednego
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Monday, October 16, 2000

“Abednego.”  Professor Valerian’s hand landed on his shoulder.  “I know Professor Cayenne is your mentor, but I've noticed you're having quite a bit of trouble focusing in my class, and I'm not sure she can help with that.  Would you like to come to my office and discuss it?”

Abednego swallowed.  “I, no, that’s okay, ma’am.  I’ll figure something out.”

“How are you doing, anyway?  Kids aren’t giving you trouble, are they?  I know your brothers…”

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Because [personal profile] inventrix's Mastodon instance is tootplanet, and because Catterfly has been making a tootplanet a day, I've been writing a series of little 500-character-or-less survey logs of planets for an exploration ship.

There's a thread of them here: https://tootplanet.space/@aldersprig/79825

And here's one


Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub. 13

We came upon a lovely system-2 planets in our search parameters, orbiting close together.

The further one sported vast ruins, but only around the equator. They were taller than anything back home, almost belting the planet-but no radio signals, no signs of current occupancy. We sent several probes. We may send a team when we loop back around.

The closer planet showed life just above stone-age. We sent a stealth probe, nothing else.
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MARKED - 8.3

“I think…” Nilien focused on the wall for a minute. When you actually got through all the dirt, there was surprisingly nice wood panelling behind it. “Well, I think this place is going to be pretty if we get a few lamps and a couple chairs down here. A very nice hide-out, though sneaking chairs down might be tricky.”

“We just need a secret club to have secret meetings in our secret hide-out,” Lorque giggled. “Did you know there’s marble down here on the floor? Some sort of mosaic. I’m not sure what yet, but it’s going to need more water than we brought down. We should get Benoir down here to help us clean.”

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More of a vignette than a true story, a bit involving two pure-bred Ellehemaei some time not too long before The War. Verena has appeared recently in “…There is a Military Group in the Area. ..."

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“I’m sorry, Tancred, but our family is depleted and this was the deal we could make.”

Tancred‘s mother didn’t look all that sorry. If anything, she looked pleased.

That was like her, though. She’d solved two problems with one stone.

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Originally posted during the run of Addergoole: The Original Series, so sometime between 2009 & 2012.

It rained at Martin’s funeral; Meckil made sure of it.

She wasn’t allowed at the funeral; ancient ancestral promises banned her from hallowed ground across the continent. So she stood outside, under the branches of the linden tree that had Named her, dressed in mourning as befit a widow, heedless of the scandal, and watched, working the Words of the rainfall into Martin’s eulogy.
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After Beryl and one Specific Boy, which is after B is for Beryl and her Boys.
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“I know,” Jake admitted, “a cemetery isn’t really the ordinary sort of place to take a girl on a date. But I figured, you’re not an ordinary sort of girl, and, really, I’m not really all that normal myself, so why would we go on an ordinary date?

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MARKED - 8.2

“I like him, though.” Nilien sighed. “I don’t know. Why’s he friends with her, anyway? Even he says she’s as prickly as her badger.” She had put off the wet-mopping as long as she could; she dipped her rag in the warm soapy water and started washing.

“Well, maybe he just has really bad taste in people. I mean, I think he’s a lousy judge of character, but what are his other friends like?”

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Fae-Apoc, at the apocalypse, California, 2011.


Verena Truth-Blade was rich. She had gotten that way through patience and dedication, two things her breed were not known for, and by knowing when the time was to spend and when to save.

She had learned that throwing experts at a problem, not money, was the best idea, properly-motivated experts, and had cultivated stables of such experts throughout the centuries.

So when the gods started attacking her home, she got on the phone.

“We’re not going to make it into space in time,” she told the head of her design team for the very-long-term space-station project. “Because our infrastructure is about to be destroyed out from under us. New project. We’re going under water.”

“We’re what?”

She laid out the project, ending with “give me specs, I’ll take care of the manufacturing. We’re in a hurry, we’re not cutting any corners but we are taking shortcuts.”
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Part I
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Abigail reached out her hand without thinking. “What - oh.” It was an amulet, bronze-like in color, the script swirling around it looking similar to that on the awning.

“What is it?” Liv crowded in close. “What - hunh. What is it?” she repeated.

“I’m not sure,” Abigail admitted.

“It is,” the old woman interjected, “a key and a shield, a sword and a lock. It will do what you need it to. And for you two, it is free. Now, should you want something else, do come in and look around.”

Oh, a freebie. Abigail slid the amulet on its cord around her neck and stepped into the old woman’s shop.

Inside seemed like a tent more than a shop, with blankets layering the walls until you couldn’t see the shape of the room it was in, shelves stacked here and there and hangers dangling from ropes criss-crossing the ceiling. The skirts and dresses hanging from the hangers were the prettiest things Abigail had ever seen.

Liv, on the other hand, seemed drawn to the cases of jewelry and strange things arranged in a back corner. Abigail found her digging in her pocket. “I’m down to five dollars,” she moaned. “I never should have gotten that stupid necklace from Spencer’s.”

“I will trade,” the old woman suggested. “The ‘stupid necklace’ for this piece you want.”

The piece looked like scrimshaw, a twist of bone carved with an elaborate pattern.

“Is that even legal to own?” Abigail wondered.

The old woman smiled. “The animal it comes from is not endangered. A trade? The piece you regret for this piece? It will look lovely with that blue dress in your bag.”

Liv looked down at the piece, sighed, and nodded. “A trade, thank you. That’s very nice of you.”

“I deal in trades,” the woman told her, “and regrets. Thank you for your custom, young ladies.”
Without seeming as if they were leaving, they were outside her shop again.


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See Also Plans
Let's see, Math.
Cya starts year 6, 2000 AD
Yoshi starts Year 24, 2018 AD
The White Stag grandson starts... year 41? We'll say 41, 2035
The next one is year 60, great-grandson, 2056
So call this 2064.


There were two people at Iasthai’s front door: a woman with a red streak through chocolate-brown hair and a very skinny man with hair so blonde it was nearly white. They weren’t part of the neighborhood, that much Iasthai knew; it was a small enough, isolated enough village that she knew all her neighbors — and they were clean and well-dressed like Addergoole people, but they weren’t anyone Iasthai recognized from there either.

The woman looked familiar, but Iasthai couldn’t quite place where or why.

“Iasthai?” She asked like it was a formality.

“That’s me,” she agreed carefully.
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Chapter 17: Leofric
by Inspector Caracal


Wednesday, October 11, 2000

Eriko was busy doing her homework. For anything else, it would've been a bad time — it was a bad time, if he was being honest, but it was almost impossible to find a good time when it was just the two of them. And Leofric really wanted this to be a private conversation.

Leofric had chosen a spot on the floor that was clearly visible from her desk (but not in the way; he didn't want to be in the way, she didn't like that) and knelt there. He didn't want to interrupt her; he couldn't interrupt her, even if he wanted to, not since that one time he had and she'd ordered him not to. So instead, he settled into his spot and waited.


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It's time to shorten my writing list again. Funny how that happens.

Things that WILL be on my list:
Addergoole: a Ghost story; Patreon; Tootplanet.

I need seven more. What are they?

Poll #18374 What should I continue?
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What stories should stay/go on the list?

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Cya and Manus
4 (26.7%)

Beauty-Beast
9 (60.0%)

The Hidden Mall
7 (46.7%)

Funeral
9 (60.0%)

Finish It (Tilden)
2 (13.3%)

Poul/The Quest
1 (6.7%)

Fourth Husband
4 (26.7%)

The Trouble with Chickens/Theories
2 (13.3%)

Desmond’s Climb
10 (66.7%)

Kitty Kitty Neko?
3 (20.0%)

Luke’s Rescue Mission 2
5 (33.3%)

Crayon Bingo
3 (20.0%)

buffy goes to Addergoole
4 (26.7%)

H/C Bingo
3 (20.0%)

Edally
4 (26.7%)

Something else, in comments
3 (20.0%)

Something NEW, in comments
0 (0.0%)

Something really OLD, in comments
1 (6.7%)

Something New? Something Old? Something else?

aldersprig: (Cya Surprise)
A bit later than:
Cya gets ready for a date and Almost Out the Door for a Date and Trying Again and Blind Dateand Catching Up and Getting to (re-)Know him
and Also Needs a Title
and More Cya Date and So, Tell me About your Day

See also: Red Thorns
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For their fourth date, Manus brought her a town.

It was more of a settlement, really, a very small grouping of people who all looked at her with big, worried eyes and seemed to be very worried about their lot in life.

She’d known something was up when her normally-peaceful boyfriend was armed and suggested she do the same. “Should I bring a bodyguard?” she’d asked, mostly joking.

“no, that will spook them too much.,” his answer was a lot more serious. “You’ll be safe. you outpower all of them.”

“Them” was this settlement, twenty-three people in a burned-out town that probably hadn’t seen real inhabitance in decades. They looked up at her, and looked at Manus, and looked back at her.

“They want to fly the Cloverleaf flag,” he told her. “We caught them raiding, and stopped them pretty thoroughly, but they looked more hungry than fierce - sorry, guys - and, well..”
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aldersprig: an ancient-looking world map (map)
So tell me, what should I make a map of?

I'll take the first 15 suggestions and put them in a poll.
aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
This was a prompt on #4thewords - Write the missing person poster for your character so strangers could find them among the millions of others out there. Sefton is obviously not actually missing, but here's his missing poster.

Missing:

Feltian of Stonwall


(born Sefton of Marshborder)

Fourth husband of Lady Taisiya of Stonewall.

Last seen in the unwilling company of the bandit team calling themselves “Ladykillers.”

Feltian is 2 meters tall, slight in build, with sand-colored hair and blue-green eyes and scales. His skin is pale with a speckled pattern below the scales and his scales run in the “short diamond” pattern, not reaching mid-back and stopping between his brows.

Reward of 200 tala and seven golden shells. Feltian has an egg at home and must be returned quickly.

Reward of 500 tala and 20 golden shells for any of the “Ladykillers” known to have laid hands on Feltian.
aldersprig: (Evangaline)
After Fated, for my Fourth Finish It Bingo Card.

At the third adoption agency, Karen acknowledged that her family and the power were definitely getting in her way. Before she called the fourth - they lived near a big enough city, but there was still a limit - she visited her Aunt Becka.

She brought Aunt Becka’s favorite sweet rolls and a fresh box of her favorite tea.

And while they ate rolls and gossiped about the family, she swirled her mug and studied the leaves at the bottom.

Everyone had always told her she had no skill for it, no art. She looked at the leaves and saw a cradle.

“Here, dear.” Aunt Becka reached for the mug, and pulled her fingers back when sparks lit up between them.
“Oh!” She chuckled, sounding more pleased than the old woman had sounded in some time. “So you’ve decided to own it, have you?”
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