aldersprig: a red-heded freckled girl, smiling (Autumn)
Okay! I stole this from [personal profile] balsamandash, whose post is here; they stole it from [personal profile] thebonesofferalletters, whose post is here. And because October goes up to 31, I have 31 characters. The characters are from 15 different settings (Counting Fae Apoc, Addergoole, & Doomsday as separate...) so there's a good chance your favorite setting is on here.

Here's the game. I have a set of characters numbered from 1 to 31. You may ask them any questions you'd like, and you can keep the conversation going. You can ask them ICly or just as yourself. They will respond with an honest* answer and as people ask questions, I will update the post with who correlates to what number.

* they might lie!

You can:
ask multiple questions to one character.
ask questions of as many characters as you'd like.
ask the same question to different characters.
ask more questions of characters that have already been revealed.
ask additional/clarification/tangential questions in response to answers.
jump in on another answer/conversation if the subject sounds interesting to you and/or your character.
use original or fannish characters to ask/comment
leave your own character for people to ask questions to if you want, be it as a list form or as a singular character who you would like to play with.

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aldersprig: (Vas tree)
I have updated the Vas' World landing page and, in honor, am taking 2 prompts on Vas' World.
aldersprig: (Vas tree)
Vas’ World
They had trained for this scouting mission for over a year; they’d trained in the space service for years before that. But they were still unprepared for everything they found on the new planet.

Vas’ World is a soft sci-fi story of planetary exploration; like the exploration, this setting is still in the nascent stages.

Icon by [personal profile] meeks.

Best places to start:
Naming Names
The Sea and Sky

Stories include:
(The Vas Cycle)
Naming Names
Observe and Report
By the Wall (LJ [Donor Perk]
Contemplating the Wall
Fighting for Dominance
Coming Up (LJ)
Wound (LJ) (Donor Perk)
Greetings (LJ), to [personal profile] eseme's prompt
Harvest (LJ)
Further Exploration Reveals... (LJ)
"I said, Further Exploration reVEALS," (LJ)
Dream (LJ) Malia's Vision Quest

(The Becky Cycle)
Care Package
all four available in Tales for the Sugar Cat e-book!

The Sea and Sky (no xpost), of the origins of this planet.
Vinting Love (LJ), after Sea & Sky
Harvest (LJ)

The Planet Called "Oh, Fuck, We're Screwed."
Holy Fuck, It's Snowing
First Thanksgiving

Read my short story "Xenonegotiation," set in the pre-history of Vas' World, in the April Issue of EMG-Zine!

February Worldbuilding Q5
February Worldbuilding q21 (LJ)
aldersprig: (Vas tree)
[personal profile] piratekitten has declared February world-building month.

Every day in February, I will answer one question about any one of my settings.

The question post is here, please feel free to add more questions!

The twenty-first question comes from [personal profile] clare_dragonfly and is for Vas' World

Well, you could tell me more about how the lost colony got there and came to be lost... :D

Hattip and thanks to [personal profile] thnidu for this comment from which I got much of the answer.

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aldersprig: (Vas tree)
[personal profile] piratekitten has declared February world-building month.

Every day in February, I will answer one question about any one of my settings.

The question post is here, please feel free to add more questions!

The fifth question comes from [personal profile] clare_dragonfly and is for Vas' World

Are there other colonized planets in this universe?

Yes. :-)
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aldersprig: (Vas tree)
To [personal profile] rix_scaedu's prompt to this [community profile] trope_bingo card.

This fills my "trapped in a dream" square.

This is in my Vas' World setting.

Um. This might need a warning?

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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (snow)
For [personal profile] rix_scaedu's commissioned continuation of Holy Fuck, it's Snowing.

The snow kept falling.

The clear-sky thing hadn't lasted for more than a few hours; now the sun struggled to be seen through thick layers of cloud cover, and the flakes fell and fell and fell.

It was similar enough to snow from home to make them want to make snow-men and snow-angels and snow-forts. They declared a holiday, and the entire town went out and played.

By the third day of snowfall, they had Aoife out trying to get answers from the sleeping trees. When that didn't work, they sent the scientists out to pull samples.

By five days, they were making snow forts again. Not so much for fun, this time, as for shelter. Their roofs weren't built to handle the weight; their structures weren't built for the winds that were coming in.
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aldersprig: (Vas tree)
For @Dahob's prompt; this happens concurrent with The Planet Called "Oh, Fuck, We're Screwed," (LJ)

"Holy Fuck. It's snowing."

Of all of them, Tarval had been the most resistant to the "it's getting cold" idea. Although meteorology was not his primary or even his secondary skill, he had been an amateur weather-watcher on his home planet of Teyska, and had been certain the signs pointed towards a chilly but dry, mild "so-called winter."

Besides, the trees didn't like him, and he didn't like them.

He had continued to do his own thing - preparing for the mild, brief cold snap he was expecting - and continued to tell everyone they were crazy for listening to trees, trees that tried to eat people, and not to the signs of the weather.
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aldersprig: (Vas tree)
For [ profile] rix_scaedu's Prompt in Mini-Giraffe-Call January 1

Vas' World has a landing page here.

This story takes place after Harvest (LJ) and after Xenonegotiations.

"Looking at the trees - talking to the trees - there's going to be some cold weather coming."

Aoife had the strange position, although, all things considered, it could have been stranger, of being Ambassador to the Trees on what they were calling Happy Accident (Because "Oh Fuck We're Screwed" had been declared far too depressing a thing to name a planet, and nobody wanted to teach that name to the children they hoped would come).

The trees would communicate with other people, roughly, stay out or go here. But with Aoife, they would actually explain things.
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aldersprig: (Vas tree)
For [ profile] eseme's Prompt and [ profile] ysabetwordsmith's Prompt.

Vas' World has a landing page here.

This story takes place after Vinting Love (LJ) and after Greetings (LJ), in two separate times

Thanks to @inventrix for the names and @dahob and Sky for some of the morphemes!

Caliber and Armanie's wedding was the first major celebration in their new colony.

By necessity it was a short party, but his new wine flowed by the bucketful, no-one caring that it hadn't had time to age, not even Caliber. They feasted as much as they could manage, sang old songs they could barely remember, and chased the bride and groom to their house with raucous and crass jokes and more than their fair share of hooting and hollering.
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aldersprig: (Vas tree)
Read my short story "Xenonegotiation," set in the pre-history of Vas' World, in the April Issue of EMG-Zine!
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
For [personal profile] becka_sutton's prompt.

Vas' World has a landing page here.

This comes after The Sea And Sky.

Caliber was a little annoyed at their new planet.

They were all a little annoyed at their new planet, to be fair. It had any number of flaws and not nearly enough positives to counter them, far too many deadly problems and none, so far, of the things that sometimes made new settlements totally worth it.

Gentor, despite its scorching temperatures, had had garithite, which made several cancers visible in very early stages. The lovely and deadly Elrodre had produced Elriers Rouge, which prevented most forms of skin cancer. Kincaid, with its naturally-exploding plants and shrapnel-generating animals, had been found to have crustacean-like critters with shells naturally strengthened with tungsten. This planet? This planet couldn't even grow grapes.
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Next: Harvest
aldersprig: (Vas tree)
After "I said, Further Exploration reVEALS," (no xpost), [personal profile] clare_dragonfly's reward for feedback here.

Vas World has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ

"Answers would be nice," Paz muttered petulantly. "This place gives me the creeps."

"How did you ever end up in the Corps?" Malia slipped through the door and swept the beam of her flashlight over the room - not a library, as she'd hoped, but some sort of office, in more disarray than anything they'd found yet.

"Really good test scores. And I can hit a bullseye at 500 yards, which squeaked me by the psych."

"...Our psych eval needs evaluating." She picked the smallest desk and sat down, carefully, in the chair.

"Well, what about you, Miss Loves-Everything?"
aldersprig: (Vas tree)
For [personal profile] eseme's prompt, immediately after Further Exploration Reveals... (LJ)

Vas World has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ

The city was abandoned. Malia and Paz made their way through it, staying close, pretending they weren’t clinging to one another in a desperate hope for some normalcy, anything they understood.

It hadn’t been abandoned quickly. There was no sign of hurried leaving; everything was packed up tightly, the buildings weatherproofed, shuttered, the doors locked. Generations later, if they were right about the plant growth, most of the buildings were still safely closed. Malia felt like a burglar, picking the locks, breaking into people’s homes and businesses. She felt like more of an intruder when there was some small thing left behind, some human thing made strange by this planet - a teddy bear, its fur blue, with an extra set of arms. A wooden bowl, stained or grown neon green. An herb, long since dessicated, this with thorns the way the trees and vines hadn't had them. Read more... )
aldersprig: (Vas tree)
To an anonymous prompt.

Vas' World has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ.

This comes some short time after Greetings ()

it had been with effort that Paz and Malia had slipped away from their "welcoming committee" who were, after five days, beginning to feel more like benign jailers. Vas was still doing the staring-slack-jawed thing he'd been doing since they encountered the purple girl, and the rest of the team were baby-sitting him, trying to get him to snap out of it. That left the uncomfortable pairing of Paz and Malia, who had in common that they thought Vas was a bit of a jerk, to handle the finding-an-escape route and generally doing the job they'd been sent here to do.
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aldersprig: (Vas tree)
To [personal profile] eseme's prompt.

Vas' World has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ.

The whole thing was insane. Vas couldn't come up with another word for it. Well, that wasn't true. He knew the words for "this breaks the way the world ought to be" in seventeen different languages; it was a word an explorer such as he was had been trained not to use. After all, "the way things ought to be" in Hoboken was not the same as it was in Halboingcartmen-chtallax, for instance, or at least not the same to a New Jersesian as it was to a Chtallaxon.

But this... this, he was pretty sure, would have Jersian or Cthallaxon agreeing with him. This was crazy. Here he was, ten light-years from home, and he was bowing politely to a woman who wouldn't have looked out of place in the right underground clubs back in the City. She had blue hair, sure, and a purple tinge to her skin, a couple extraneous features that one of the team members could probably tell him were adaptations to something or other on this planet. But she had human (not humanoid) features, and a human (not humanoid) voice.
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aldersprig: (kai-sky)
Continuing flash series! I'm going to write one flash for every Icon I have, over 4 LJ accounts, 1 DW, and a whole bunch of not-currently-in-use, until I get bored or run out of icons.

Today's icon:

I don't remember, I'm sorry, where I yoinked this from, 3 years ago, to serve as Kailani's fisrt icon ("sea and sky.") Today, I'm using it as a picture, not a Kai icon.

The sky and sea seemed to go on forever.

Their exploration ship had crash-landed on this planet, splash-landed, more like it, when a computer failure (meters and yards were not the same thing, and why had it taken this long for someone to notice the problem?) had sent it off course. Many of the crew and passengers had made it out alive, in the amphibious landing vessels that were designed for any human-habitable landing site, and now they floated along, staring out at the endless sea.
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aldersprig: (Vas tree)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "30) The story ends with 'coming up'."

This come directly after #1 in this series - "It's going down." (LJ Link). Vas' World.

“Someone built it,” Suki assured him, not for the first time. “We might not have met builders yet, but elevators don’t grow organically.”

“I know. That’s my issue,” Vas finally admitted. “Look at the pulley. It’s nearly identical to ones we have back on Earth. The horses,” he lowered his voice, despite the fact that the damn things seemed telepathic, “are remarkably similar to horses on Earth. Even the walls we found are reminiscent of old New England cobblestone walls. It’s eerie.”
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aldersprig: (Vas tree)
From my call for prompts and (LJ post); to @SharonTheRose's prompt "a misogynist funds himself in a woman's body, in a patriarchal system."

Vas' world, from the point of view of the McAliens.

a misogynist funds himself in a woman's body, in a patriarchal system.

Seffie knew something was wrong the moment he woke up. He was in the wrong house, for one; the ceiling above him was painted in strange blue lines, not the red curlicues of the home he had built for the wife and children he had yet to find and make.

The blankets over him were wrong, woven in patterns he didn’t recognize, and they flowed strangely over his body, lumpy, incorrect.

“Woman!” Even the voice shouting in the next room sounded wrong, the accent twisted and barely intelligible. “Where is my food?”
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aldersprig: (Vas tree)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "1) the story starts with the words 'It's going down.'"

Vas' World has a landing page (LJ Link)

"It's going down." Vas watched the wicker cage slowly descend the cliff, shaking his head.

"Of course it's going down," Suki laughed. "It's an elevator. What did you expect it to do? Swing back and forth wildly?"

"It's not an elevator," he grumbled, never mind the horse-creatures that could probably overhear him. "It's a wicker basket and a pulley system."

"Sounds like an elevator to me. And it sounds a lot safer than the path there... besides, it's holding two horses and Malia, and it's doing just fine. It can hold our weight."
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aldersprig: (Vas tree)
Day 16 of 30 days of Fiction: "16) Write a scene on horseback."

Vas' World, and in sequence with the rest of the Vas cycle. See them all here (Lj Link)

“Can I call it a horse, at least?” Malia twitted Vas, not for the first time.

“It has blue hair,” Paz complained, “and a purple mane and tail. Mine at least is sort of natural-colored.”

“She, not it,” Suki interjected, “presuming mammalian biology. All three of them appear female. And considering the intelligence they showed, might not appreciate being spoken about as if they weren’t there.”

Vas, who was having a bit of trouble reconciling any number of things about the proto-horses, including the cotton-candy pink mane of the one he and Suki were riding, said nothing.
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aldersprig: (Vas tree)
This is a story of Vas' World - see here for a complete description; it comes immediately in sequence with the Vas Cycle, after Contemplating the Wall

From [community profile] dailyprompt

“Stand here, by me,” Vas ordered, and was gratified although not too surprised to see that his team obeyed him. In a crisis, he was still the leader. This, he reckoned, definitely counted as a crisis.

The tentacled tree-like-thing was holding his senior xenobiologist Suki about six feet off the ground, not moving her anymore but restraining her. Other branches were stretching towards their group, while Malia and Paz waved their axes threateningly. They were surrounded on three sides by the wriggling trees, while the fourth side was bordered by a long, clearly-sentient made wall. At least one of the sentient species here, Paz’s wounded leg could attest, used ranged weapons. Somebody built walls. And the trees seemed aware of the threat of the axe.
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May. 11th, 2011 10:31 pm
aldersprig: (Vas tree)
Thanks to [personal profile] meeks ([ profile] meeksp), I now have an Icon for Vas' World! It's the trees, from this story (dreamwidth link).

[personal profile] eseme's discussion on fiddlehead ferns had more than a little to do with how I visualized these trees :-D
aldersprig: an ancient-looking world map (map)
[personal profile] ysabetwordsmith posted an interesting discussion on population bottlenecks.

While the article is rather interesting ("North America was populated by no more than 70 people 14,000 years ago, claims stunning new DNA research"), I find the links to Minimum Viable Population and Population Bottleneck more interesting.

World-building-wise, when discussing the exodus that landed people on Reiassan (as well as in contemplating the blue-haired McAliens in Vas' World), I've had to keep in mind such concepts to be sure the populations are viable. But the Founder Effect gives me some fun grist for my mill...
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (aldersprig)
Originally posted here in response to a photoprompt

"What. Is that?" Andon stared at the long stretch of stacked stone, his jaw dropping.

"We told you," Paz answered patiently. "Walls."

"Are you sure they're not natural occurrences?" Suki tried. "Some sort of land coral-like thing or...?"

"Not unless coral grows with integral mortar." Malia and Suki were getting along, Vas noticed, worse and worse since Becky's disappearance. Since they'd barely been able to be in a cabin together beforehand, he did his best to keep them separated. The walls, though, changed everything.

"So there's really a sentient species here?" Andon looked so disappointed. He'd been hoping, Vas thought, for a colonial mayorship or something. Not that he couldn't still have it, but...

"Sentience could be arguable," Paz grumbled. He was still unhappy about the attack, and so inclined to be less than charitable about their hosts. "But the have tool-using capability and weapons. And something built the walls."

"Walls, plural," Suki snapped. "This isn't the first one?"

"We were a little busy getting shot at," Malia snapped. "You may have noticed?"

"Well, you'll have to show me the other one, too."

"Only if you want to get shot at," Vas pointed out. He didn't like Suki's tone any more than Malia did.

"It's still science, and it still needs to be observed and recorded," she answered primly.

"I'll observe and record..." Malia mumbled. Ezra, finally, chose that minute to get involved, in, of course, exactly the wrong way.

"Now girls..."

For a moment, both women were united in the venom they turned on him. "We are you fucking colleagues, Ezra," Malia snarled...

"Not children in a classroom," Suki added. And then, before Ezra could retort, she screamed.

Every man there turned, hand on his weapon, in time to see the branches of the tree-like vegetation, the twisted branches that had looked a bit like tentacles, a bit like arms, twist around the senior xenobotanist's waist, pulling her off the ground and up into the air. Another tentacle wrapped around Malia's waist.

"I have a hatchet," she snapped. "Don't even think about it."

Pronunciation note: "Vas" is pronounced like a fine-art vase, vos.
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (aldersprig)
Originally posted here in response to the quote prompt "If it bleeds, we can kill it."

"If it bleeds, we can kill it." Paz muttered.

"And if it farts, we can smell it. Lovely science there, Paz," Malia snorted softly. "You're all getting pretty creepy about this." Still, she kept her voice soft, and watched the sides of their path carefully. She'd done her time in the space service, after all; she'd done basic training.

"The planet was supposed to be uninhabited," Ezra complained; he, too, kept his voice quiet, but what she could hear in the tone suggested he felt betrayed. They all acted that way, like wall-building creatures had somehow done it just to thwart them. Like they were thwarted at all, just by a little ancient construction. And now they were tracking... what? They still didn't know.

"Well, from all the satellites, it is," she answered reasonably. "It's not as if there's any major cities here, no radio traffic. We know the planet has no wide-spread civilization."

"But it has sentient life," Vas grumbled. "And sentient life-forms cannot share a planet comfortably."

That, of course, was completely subjective, but Vas liked to make blanket statements like that. It was easier to just let him make them. Except...

", it won't be very comfortable if we go by the 'it's bleeding, let's kill it' philosophy, will it?" She narrowly avoided slapping her hand over her mouth to keep in the words she'd already said. She'd done it now.

"Malia, don't be stupid. It took a shot at us."

"And we took a shot at it. And now we're... what? Tracking it back to its lair? What happened to observe and record?"

"I'm perfectly fine," Paz grumbled, setting one big hand over the wound where the arrow had grazed flesh, "observing and recording this thing dying."
aldersprig: an ancient-looking world map (map)
Posted originally here, in response to Ty's 15-minute fiction prompt. It's clearly not complete, but I like its beginning

They followed the newly-named Yarthout River all day, their little craft handling its rapids with a smoothness and ease that surprised Vas. Wisely, he kept his surprise to himself; Malia and Ezra would be unbearable enough about their success without him acknowledging it.

The cliff sides grew lower and lower as the sun, too, sank down, until by late afternoon, they were floating through a meadow of strange blue-flowered grain.

It was dinner-time when they reached the confluence of what he was now thinking of as “their” river and a wider, wilder waterway; Ezra and Paz guided their boat to the V between the two rivers, where the ground raised into a hillock covered in another flowered grain, sprinkled with trees that seemed to be some sort of fruit.

“It seems almost pastoral.” Malia had been saying things like that since they made landfall; Vas did his best to ignore all of it. It was unscientific, for one, and had no place in their research. For another, it set a mood in the party’s mind, coloring the places they studied in insidious ways that would end up skewing their later feasibility reports.

He would have ignored it again, but Paz was getting in on it now. “Not almost, Mal. Look at the way the trees are planted up there. That’s not a random placement.”

He opened his mouth to stop their silliness, but the view over Paz’s shoulder stopped him dead.

“That,” he croaked, “is a wall.”


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