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The Giraffe Call is Still Open (and on LJ)! It will stay open until this evening.

Also, if you have prompted but only left one or two prompts, please feel free to leave a couple more! We've gotten to the incentive levels where everyone gets at least 3 prompts written to, whether or not they tipped!

At $211, we are just $29 from reaching the next incentive level, where I will hold a chat session with characters! (At this level, I'll almost have paid off the carpet as well as the furnace bill!)

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Road Map to..., a story of Steam!Reiassan for the Giraffe Call

For kelkyag's prompt

Reiassan has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ; this is a story of Steam!Reiassan, far in the future of the Rin & Girey story


The city had been mapped before.

Everything on the continent had been mapped in one reign or another, the oceans around it charted, the flows of rivers, of aether, called sira now, even the ice movement diagrammed. But as the science grew, so did the methods of charting, mapping, and diagramming, and now, under the Emperor, the entire city of Lannamer was being mapped again.

They picked a corner to start from, drove a deep bronze pole into the ground, surrounded that with a stone compass rose, and settled the whole thing against flood, earthquake, and storm with judicious use of aetheric shifting and quite a bit of praying.
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Separation Anxiety, a story of Boom! Post-apoc for @inventrix, @cluudle, et al - PART ONE

This is a story of my RP-in-Addergoole character, Cynara, some years after the apoc but not that many, sending her oldest son Yoshi off to Addergoole. She's shown up in (see landing page) a couple stories before.

"All right, Yoshi, is everything packed?" Cynara knew the question was stupid. Of course everything was packed. She'd taken care of the first run herself, and the third run, and let her oldest handle the middle stuff himself. Everything was in its place, and Yoshi was heading off to school like she had, so many-so few years ago.

"Everything's set, Mom." To his credit, he tried not to let her see him roll his eyes. "I hid the rowan like you said, left the steel where Luke can see it, and I have the throw-away knife for him to take off of me. I've got food for two weeks and clothes... for an entire school... for at least a week. Who wears this many clothes?"
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"I said, Further Exploration reVEALS," a story of Vas World for the Giraffe Call

For 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... )

Tea with /Her/, a (teaser of a) story of Tir na Cali for the Giraffe Call (@dahob)

For @DaHob's prompt, based on a Cali idea.

Tir na Cali has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ

When the Countess called me in for tea, I didn't know what to think.

I knew why, of course. My mother was ailing, young as she was, and I was her heir. I would be the Countess's loyal Baroness soon enough, and I was (so I had been told a thousand times), young for the position. She needed to get the measure of me.

The problem was, I had the measure of her already. I had the feel of her hand and the chains she left on a mind - not in person, she wasn't the sort of liege to do that to her vassals - but in proxy, in the slave who was mine, who had once been hers. I had it in the brand on his hip that I couldn't avoid, every time I touched him, and the marks in his mind, the way that, even after she'd set him aside, he still loved her.
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