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Updates, because we have not wanted to be away from this lovely site for so long. More precarious situations, our brain is a very chaotic place and it tends to make life chaotic. In that one post where we said something about feeling for years like we'd been under some kind of strange alteration or influence, yeah, that hadn't actually gone away. It just got more insidious. It's a subject far too complicated for this message, but if you know what it's like to be trapped between a terrifying avalanche of confusing, painful ideas and your screaming nerves, then I want to share with you a victory I never knew was possible, I held one of those storms off. Through sheer force of absolutely no this is not happening. If you have done this, epic, I salute you, if you have not, I hope you get to know what that high is like. And, if none of this applies to you, then I hope it never does.
More updates! Building a first era Mistborn playlist. Looking forward to seeing if the Alleyverse still exists, *sobs* we hope so. We barely got into that before 2020 went to hell and it looked like so much fun.
I hope the years have been kinder to you than they have been for most. It doesn't look like it's getting any better from here on out, but I don't want to say that to be alarmist. Brace yourselves, this bumpy ride is getting bumpier, but it's not impossible to pull through it.
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Hi all,
We wanted to show up and let people know we haven't disappeared, we had a major shift in the configuration of fronters after leaving a difficult living situation in the end of 2020. Now we're living in a place that's really bad for our health, but when we get out of there in the next few months, we're hoping to come back around. -Ammonite (no not the reference, I still don't even know what that is. I just think ammonites are cool and good luck pronouncing my actual name, I can't even do it).
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Happy birthday! To...Feather? The body? System anniversary? I don't know exactly who I'm wishing a happy birthday to, but happy birthday!
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We're back. And have 150 notifications to go through. Clearly no one planned this one well lol!
We had medical stuff to deal with. A roommate to rescue and move in, which was a big source of anxiety mid pandemic, but it's all sorting out.
And then there's all the complexity with the fronting crew, and the system expanding, but we won't go into that here, mainly because trying to describe that would just be a series of shots of our face, looking all the different variations of confused it's looked lately, and no text. A bit too abstract, even if we could see enough to record it.
So have a variety of noises which together sound like Philip Glass and Robert Rich collaborated when they were both super sleep deprived, which essentially boils down to a hi from all of us.
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I'm dead now, Ene kiiiilled meeee.
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Yay! Thanks. And no problem, it's just their file names that display to me, so you can tilt a virtual bookcase full of images into the thread and I'll probably be least bothered by it lol.
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Yay this exists! I'm agender and pansexual/panromantic because life already confuses me enough without adding all that extra complication, at least that's why I feel like I am. I've tried to do things related to the gender I was raised as, but it was just as confusing when I voluntarily participated and tried to relate to it as it was when I was being raised that way, so I gave up. The same went for sexuality, I was attracted to who I was attracted to and how they were physically configured had nothing to do with it. The only exception was once I dated someone shorter than me and it was weird, and I thought it was odd that, if my brain hadn't gotten hung up on any other major detail, it would finally get hung up on height of all things. Sadly won't be able to participate as much as I'd like, unless someone wants to do image descriptions, that would be cool.
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@Delightful
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I wonder if the fact that those senses come from the brain understanding input from specific parts of a magic system would stop this, or make it difficult/more chancy. But maybe not, maybe you could do it. This did get me thinking about other senses though. If you can store the basic five in a tinmind, could you store your other more passive senses that work all the time? Could you get a thug's sense of balance temporarily just by storing your own and tapping it quickly? If I were storing senses, I'd store every sense I could reasonably get away with storing, rotating one out so I wasn't completely vulnerable. Not just the main ones.
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Dalinar? I wouldn't necessarily call them close at the end but it seemed like they were at one point.
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Thank you!
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For @AonEne andd @Gears if they're still interested. Speaking of which do you have a preferred set of pronouns? I can't remember if I saw that anywhere or not. I can only put tags each on their own lines for some reason known only to the depth of the Shard's code, sorry guys. Occasionally I can put text after a tag on the same line but sometimes that gets weird. Spoilered for length.
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Dot lapsed into silence while the other two talked, noting the keys and thanking Aln before she left, as he turned over this new piece of information. Everest didn't know where it could have come from. Aln wasn't as surprised as she should be, or he was misreading her. Some people didn't startle easily but still... He stretched his senses out, reaching for hordelings he'd left in other places, places harder to come and go from. And it seemed that, even with the curious unease and conflict to make this place strange, Alleycity was as ripe with hidden information as it always had been. He wandered toward the shelves Aln had indicated earlier. Current events and recent history would be good to catch up on, and most places didn't have easily available information about other worlds. Some people would know some of it in some of them, but those same people guarded their information and were smart enough to keep a lookout for any kind of lifeform. Having permission to be where you were did sometimes make things easier. Setting a couple books on top of a stack of newspapers on a table next to a chair in a corner, he went to get his key. He went out, retrieving a few things to leave in his room--a bag of sturdy clothing, miscellaneous useful everyday tools, a little money--before settling in with his books. If someone went in there they would find the life of a man who lived only a lightly material life. Closer to poor than rich, with no sentimental belongings. It was rare that he told people who he really was. But it might be an advantage, both for future collaboration and for each other, to tell some of these people. He would wait and see, and if he were discovered sooner, he would deal with that when he came to it. All the centuries of human reactions to what they feared, hated, or didn't know at all meant that now it was an extremely rare event which could convince him to show himself quickly. OOC: The time skip is fine. He'll probably still be there in the morning. The way he's built this body it does need to rest, depending on what parts of it need the rest, but not often. When vital functions do need to rest it's more like a dolphin sleeping than a human sleeping. I might be taking some liberties here but Brandonmakes them seem so configurable to the needs and whims of each of them that I might not be.
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Dot smiled at Aln but otherwise remained quiet as she and Everest conversed. He had to be careful with smiling, but knew that many humans were unnerved by someone who never smiled. Creating toothlike structures had once presented a challenge, but now he could manage them for the most part. His experiments in creating a realistic mouth, however, were still in progress. Most of it he had down, but he'd never quite gotten a natural looking human gumline. He glanced down at the paper and carefully signed it. I, the undersigned, hereby pledge myself to the Guild of Scholars, and promise to strive to gather and spread knowledge throughout the Alleyverse and corresponding worlds. Signed, Dot On the signature line he carefully drew his old name, a dense glyph of interlocking lines. Even it wasn't the original, as that had never been made for ink and paper. No one would recognize it anymore, few in the Alleycity had ever seen it. And they were long dead probably old now long dead no still alive undying-- Stop! It had been a very long time since the various elements he'd tasked his hordelings to had disagreed this completely about something. Not since he was young, and discovering how to interface with different sensory systems. He set the paper down lightly on a tabletop close to Aln and looked up at Everest. "It is good to see people interested in learning," he said. "It always gives me a little more faith in the future." He paused, her last words sinking in. "Atium!" he exclaimed quietly. "Now there is a material one does not see often, even when it was common. If you don't mind my asking, what did he look like? Did he have other spikes?" The only person he knew of in possession of any amount of atium wasn't likely to be running around, rashly making atium spikes with his lifespan. But every now and again a bead would turn up. Secreted away elsewhere? Stolen from Marsh somehow? He had never known Marsh well, but then again, no one did. Not to mention their interactions had mainly consisted of both of them watching each other until he could get offworld. And no one was quite certain what had happened to all of the atium that hadn't been used up, if they were, they were certainly quiet about it. He'd had the misfortune of getting himself stranded on Scadrial during what had thankfully not been its death throes. To lose a world, and one with so much potential, would have been devastating. @turtle @Rushu42 I keep getting distracted writing him and the posts keep not getting shorter! Let me know if it's an issue Block quotes still not behaving for me.
