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Question, just for curiosity's sake: What's the difference between being in the closet and being in the egg? Are they different?

May I sign up as a pinch-hitter?

Most of the interactions I have had with boys I'm friends with have been with my brothers or cousins. Maybe that just means I've had a weird life. I'm trying to figure out the non-physical differences in how the interactions should be because the physical ones are obvious and nobody ever really talks about the mental/emotional/social/intellectual/whatever-other-not-physical-types-of differences in how the interactions should be. Should I tease him and talk to him and treat him and support him and encourage him and worry about his problems and try to help him and fight with him like I would one of my brothers? Or differently? If differently, how? In trying to understand this all it doesn't help that I kind of stunted my own social and emotional growth. That's probably why I need this help. (Oh also, this is specifically in regards to someone who likes spending time with me and probably knows I like spending time with him.)

Semi-awkward question I would really like an answer to: In the non-physical ways, how ought one treat someone they like* differently than they ought to** treat a sibling***?

Time travel! Clearly!

Part of why I'm going with just "Christians" is because we believe in Christ, just like the other Christian groups do, and I would rather emphasize that most-important similarity than emphasize all the different pieces that are different and that many others don't fully understand. Yes, there are things we believe differently from other Christian groups, but we all believe that Christ lived then and lives now, He loves us, He died for our sins, and because of Him we can live with God again. @Ookla the Silver (this isn't an RP, you don't have to speak in quote boxes.)

I'm pretty sure President Nelson said we shouldn't call ourselves "Latter-Day Saints" because it has the same problem "Mormons" did - it takes out the name of Christ. I'm going with Christians.

Rilla sat on the floor of the room she'd been hiding in all day, rocking back and forth, head in her hands, muttering to herself. "I don't know anything useful. I don't even know what's happening anymore. Onon was right, I misjudged Sirta. I just... I didn't know that was how it was supposed to work. Now what? What do I do, what do I do, what do I do? I have to think things through as well as I can before sunset. Onon... Onon's dead! The ghosts have taken him away! They were supposed to help him! They liked him. Is that why they took him? Think. Think! I don't know what to think." She reached for her notes, but they dissolved in her hands. "No. No! Now what? Am I useless? Just like that? No, I have to find some way to help. Rem. Rem? I don't think it's Rem. But if Rem's a Thug, not a Lurcher, shouldn't someone have said something about maybe not killing Sono based on Rem's claim? Why didn't Onon say something? He knew. Rem couldn't say something without giving the Spiked a clear opportunity, could he? No. The Spiked attacked him on the first day. They would have killed him if they knew they could for sure. Pending. Pending says he wasn't blessed by the mists, right? Yes, that's right. But so much can hide behind such a claim. What if he was blessed, and he claimed not to be so he could hide, invisible among us? I don't know anything, do I. Sirta. I think I trust Sirta. Onon trusted him, and he's trying. "Pending. I'm sorry. I just - don't know what else to do."

I don't have a BT ruleset yet. @Ashbringer?

Me three?