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I was mainly picturing something like the latter, but a bit slimmer. Maybe like a cocktail dress, but made of ivy, with 'seams' of small flowers.
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Actually yeah that's about what I was talking about.
I thought you meant something kind of more fanservicy lol.
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Something like that was definitely a consideration, but I imagine the rest of the voters would prefer the 'living dress' look over looking like a forest nymph.
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I had in mind a summery gown whose main body is more or less thick web of stalks and leaves dotted with roses. The main engineering achievement is making the inside face smooth enough for gardenian comfort standards.
But there's a lot you can do with the plant dress theme if you go for something more aggressively structured. A corset made of wood or bark, a train of roots that get in people's soil to keep it fed, an opened-flower themed neckline (it has a bulbous but effective protective combat mode), getting out of the circular flower model with fasciation, an attendant swarm of bees...
But there's a lot you can do with the plant dress theme if you go for something more aggressively structured. A corset made of wood or bark, a train of roots that get in people's soil to keep it fed, an opened-flower themed neckline (it has a bulbous but effective protective combat mode), getting out of the circular flower model with fasciation, an attendant swarm of bees...
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No no officer, it's an aesthetic bee swarm. I don't know why it tripped the scanners.
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Now that I've thought about it a bit, I think I actually like this compromise more than either of the individual options. It feels like it pushes our characterisation towards practical but always ready to party.
Edit: Also, I'm pretty sure I've sent more messages here than on the rest of the site combined.
Edit: Also, I'm pretty sure I've sent more messages here than on the rest of the site combined.
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It's kind of awesome to see how many people who don't really post much have been attracted to this quest.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
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The cat is the hat!
[X] Check the local message boards for a more private facility with the equipment you need.
Acatalepsy
Firewall Proxy
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- The Diamond Age
[X] Talk Mirareki into letting you meet her Firewatch contacts
Yes we need to know about theFirewall Firewatch contacts.
Yes we need to know about the
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
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Does meeting with Firewatch when we're fucking possessed really seem like such a good idea?
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Hmmm that's a fair point.
[X] Talk Reizay into finding a decryption rig to open your profiles to find more about yourself.
Background information is my fallback - whoever we were before, it got Alex's attention somehow? We were possessed before getting put on that ship, probably. So trace those steps back and maybe that's useful info?
[X] Talk Reizay into finding a decryption rig to open your profiles to find more about yourself.
Background information is my fallback - whoever we were before, it got Alex's attention somehow? We were possessed before getting put on that ship, probably. So trace those steps back and maybe that's useful info?
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We're hoping for an update today but while the end of the British heatwave is welcome, it's also further disrupted my sleep schedule, and Peel has a big project on, so there's a possibility this update is going to get pushed back a bit.
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Wow, between Australian floods and British heat waves, kinda wonder if our countries got their postcodes mixed up
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We're hoping to get an update up tonight, it's just going to be later and shorter than we wanted.
Interva 15: Forest Bus
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[X] Talk Reizay into finding a decryption rig to open your profiles to find more about yourself.
You stop outside the port proper under a walkway, covered by a clear crystal roof showing off the sky's cloudscape while shielding from the rain. The wood is local, but wound around with Gaian vines with sweet flowers. Insects buzz around pollinating and policing the introduced flora.
Cloudscapes seem to be a big part of local art, as is the local wood. Steps, pavements and the like are all layered with artfully put jigsaws of wooden planks. Unlike some aerospace ports you remember, which are designed to be a single covered unit, this one has a lot of outside. You guess they're not security unconscious, but the whole port is on its own seperate hill, and looks like it'd be quite difficult to approach without climbing or flight gear. The outside walks give an incredible view over the city beyond, its great black glass and living wood towers set out between large parks and streets of high density ground level housing.
Along the sides are dozens of informational signs, telling travellers of the various sights and attractions of Equator City, and the particular products of local champion coops.
"So! What are we doing?" asks Reizay, a little forced.
"If we were to need a decryption rig, where would we get one from?" You ask.
"A university might have one," she says, considering. "But intellectuals are inherently insecure." She smiles. "Fortunately, I have some contacts here who can set us up!"
"You have contacts?" Mirareki looks unconvinced. "You're like, sixteen years old and you've never left the dyson."
"I'm eighteen!" Reizay snaps at her. "And this isn't the blackout period. You don't need to go to a place to have contacts there. There's a whole network of people across the whole Garden who want what we have. I'm simply tapping into that, and making friends. Some of them just happen to be on Haraway."
"You're external intelligence?" Luyu asks.
"Uh–" Reizay blinks. "N-nothing so formal. But as a security officer it's my responsibility to maintain awareness of dark web events and potential external threats! I have to understand what's beyond in order to secure us from it."
Luyu, along with everyone else, gives her a sceptical look. "...well, we won't tell anyone when we get you home." She continues as Reizay sinks into her seat. "I guess it would make sense for the ones who snatched us to want to get someone with a little external knowledge. Anyhow." She shrugs. "I'm going to head down to a body bank and see if I can get some more of myself made."
"They just allow you to walk out with a set of combat bodies?" Reizay sounds ostentatiously horrified.
"Sure." Luyu smiles. "I've worked with the militia here remember? I'm fully certified to be as many of me as I want." The two of her press up against one another in front of a flushing Reizay before the effect is spoiled by the hats starting to hiss and scratch at one another.
"Meantime, I'll be out of communication for–" Mirareki attempts to ignore all this. "Honestly I don't know. Until I call you probably. I have no idea how the local team will want to organise things. They're kind of an odd bunch."
"All of you are an odd bunch." Luyu detaches herself. "Anyhow, I guess I'll see you guys later. Send me a message when you know where you'll be." She heads off through the crowd towards the transit station.
"If you do need me, I'll try to still be on comms." Mirareki says. "No promises though." She heads off towards a different part of the transit station.
"So where are these people based?" Juketta asks Reizay.
"Oh, out somewhere." She projects a line in augmented reality. "They sent me a bus route."
Bus Blue-27 proves to be a small machine, presumably for a low traffic route. You're the only passengers. The bus loads onto the back of a monorail and you rocket off across the city, passing the buildings.
"Is that a parade?" Reizay asks, kneeling up on her seat to look down.
Juketta looks too. "Looks like a protest to me."
It does indeed look like a protest: Banners in the ancient red and black of rebellion are held high, bearing signs: "No to second beanstalk." "Preserve the lowlands." "The Youth is not your enemy!" Local emergency response teams stand around but the march seems in general peaceful.
"A protest." Reizay looks frightened, but also curiously ecstatic. "It's really a protest!"
"Guess they don't have those back on the closed Dyson."
"Oh no, the Enclosing Lady wouldn't allow that kind of disorder." She says. "Do you think they'll be fighting?"
"Not unless there's a counter demonstration." Juketta says. "But I doubt there will be. The best data I can find puts anti-second beanstalk sentiment as close to universal in Equator city."
"What's all this even about?" You ask as the crowd flows by below. Juketta shoots off an order to the bus's food processor and mocha and a box of glazed shortbread arrives. You remember hearing somewhere that ancient humans would have health problems if they ate too much sugar. Given what you're discovering about your own tastes you're not sure how you'd have managed. You order an iced coffee for yourself. Reizay scans the menu and then her eyes light on something and she seems ready to ask if she can order it, then realises how silly that is. A few moments later the food system spits out a rare steak sandwich and brings it over to her.
"I think Haraway is feeling its mortality. They've always been the first among equals in the Gateward Corner Stars. The precursor gateways in the system have let them do quick trade with Firestone which is not far from the inner core, and they've followed a very deliberate set of development policies, become the local centre of products that require specialist fabrication, established R&D and education systems. A lot of students from the Corner come to Haraway to get an education. They have links to the River trade too, nothing unsavoury, but they've used it to their advantage. Lemnos was always their rival, owned another part of the gate system and a bunch of enclaves over here, and felt like it should be the regions big sister. Only it's never really been able to pull it off. There's a lot of historical arguments as to why. They have a lot of anti-prometheans who went into exile when the current interfacer came to power a century ago, and a lot of conflict with their nomads. I could give you a lot of citations, but the upshot is they've always been behind Haraway. Recently though, they had a promethean youth revolution there, and this coincided with finding several access points to the gate system on the planet itself. So Haraway has been scared quite badly."
"A lot of the old Lemnos apparatchiks actually ended up in exile here, which is pretty funny. So now Haraway is feeling paranoid about the radical youth of Lemnos starting a war or something, or just outcompeting them through sheer fervour. That and the idea that there could be alien populations in stasis tombs in the unexplored deep sea, has lead to a lot of desire for increased output reforms. Development in the lowlands, greater integration of the various nomad and isolate groups into the planetary economy, stuff like that. That means Equator City loses its status as the planet's only very large space port and beanstalk, since a centrepiece of the proposal is to build another on the second continent. The Council woman who got shot was a big opponent of the second beanstalk."
"Hold on," you say. "Alien stasis tombs?"
"It's a bit of a long story." Juketta says. "I think we're here."
The bus is rolling to a stop near a quiet rural station.
"They're not collecting us right from the stop?" Juketta asks.
"No. It's insecure." Reizay says. She leads the way down the road for about a kilometre until you finally see a large utility hover with two locals in the front. One purple, one blue, both with ears pricked as they look at you, wearing raincoats and holstered pistols over what look an awful lot like replicas of the same strange uniform Reizay is wearing.
"Enclosing Lady bless you." One says as she gets out.
"And surround you always." Reizay says, a bit primly. She seems abruptly stiff and unsure.
"You're finally here! Everyone is so excited!" One says. "We'll put your bags in the back. Come on." She stops. "Oh, where are my manners. I'm Alissa. This is Sendra."
Both are smiling, mostly at Reizay, in a way that flashes danger signals in your mind. It's protective and possessive more than friendly. Part of you doesn't want to be separated from your carbine. On the other hand, keeping your bag with could draw attention to it and highlight you have a weapon in there.
[ ] Insist on holding onto your bag
[ ] Let them put it in the trunk where you can't easily get at it.
You stop outside the port proper under a walkway, covered by a clear crystal roof showing off the sky's cloudscape while shielding from the rain. The wood is local, but wound around with Gaian vines with sweet flowers. Insects buzz around pollinating and policing the introduced flora.
Cloudscapes seem to be a big part of local art, as is the local wood. Steps, pavements and the like are all layered with artfully put jigsaws of wooden planks. Unlike some aerospace ports you remember, which are designed to be a single covered unit, this one has a lot of outside. You guess they're not security unconscious, but the whole port is on its own seperate hill, and looks like it'd be quite difficult to approach without climbing or flight gear. The outside walks give an incredible view over the city beyond, its great black glass and living wood towers set out between large parks and streets of high density ground level housing.
Along the sides are dozens of informational signs, telling travellers of the various sights and attractions of Equator City, and the particular products of local champion coops.
"So! What are we doing?" asks Reizay, a little forced.
"If we were to need a decryption rig, where would we get one from?" You ask.
"A university might have one," she says, considering. "But intellectuals are inherently insecure." She smiles. "Fortunately, I have some contacts here who can set us up!"
"You have contacts?" Mirareki looks unconvinced. "You're like, sixteen years old and you've never left the dyson."
"I'm eighteen!" Reizay snaps at her. "And this isn't the blackout period. You don't need to go to a place to have contacts there. There's a whole network of people across the whole Garden who want what we have. I'm simply tapping into that, and making friends. Some of them just happen to be on Haraway."
"You're external intelligence?" Luyu asks.
"Uh–" Reizay blinks. "N-nothing so formal. But as a security officer it's my responsibility to maintain awareness of dark web events and potential external threats! I have to understand what's beyond in order to secure us from it."
Luyu, along with everyone else, gives her a sceptical look. "...well, we won't tell anyone when we get you home." She continues as Reizay sinks into her seat. "I guess it would make sense for the ones who snatched us to want to get someone with a little external knowledge. Anyhow." She shrugs. "I'm going to head down to a body bank and see if I can get some more of myself made."
"They just allow you to walk out with a set of combat bodies?" Reizay sounds ostentatiously horrified.
"Sure." Luyu smiles. "I've worked with the militia here remember? I'm fully certified to be as many of me as I want." The two of her press up against one another in front of a flushing Reizay before the effect is spoiled by the hats starting to hiss and scratch at one another.
"Meantime, I'll be out of communication for–" Mirareki attempts to ignore all this. "Honestly I don't know. Until I call you probably. I have no idea how the local team will want to organise things. They're kind of an odd bunch."
"All of you are an odd bunch." Luyu detaches herself. "Anyhow, I guess I'll see you guys later. Send me a message when you know where you'll be." She heads off through the crowd towards the transit station.
"If you do need me, I'll try to still be on comms." Mirareki says. "No promises though." She heads off towards a different part of the transit station.
"So where are these people based?" Juketta asks Reizay.
"Oh, out somewhere." She projects a line in augmented reality. "They sent me a bus route."
*****
Bus Blue-27 proves to be a small machine, presumably for a low traffic route. You're the only passengers. The bus loads onto the back of a monorail and you rocket off across the city, passing the buildings.
"Is that a parade?" Reizay asks, kneeling up on her seat to look down.
Juketta looks too. "Looks like a protest to me."
It does indeed look like a protest: Banners in the ancient red and black of rebellion are held high, bearing signs: "No to second beanstalk." "Preserve the lowlands." "The Youth is not your enemy!" Local emergency response teams stand around but the march seems in general peaceful.
"A protest." Reizay looks frightened, but also curiously ecstatic. "It's really a protest!"
"Guess they don't have those back on the closed Dyson."
"Oh no, the Enclosing Lady wouldn't allow that kind of disorder." She says. "Do you think they'll be fighting?"
"Not unless there's a counter demonstration." Juketta says. "But I doubt there will be. The best data I can find puts anti-second beanstalk sentiment as close to universal in Equator city."
"What's all this even about?" You ask as the crowd flows by below. Juketta shoots off an order to the bus's food processor and mocha and a box of glazed shortbread arrives. You remember hearing somewhere that ancient humans would have health problems if they ate too much sugar. Given what you're discovering about your own tastes you're not sure how you'd have managed. You order an iced coffee for yourself. Reizay scans the menu and then her eyes light on something and she seems ready to ask if she can order it, then realises how silly that is. A few moments later the food system spits out a rare steak sandwich and brings it over to her.
"I think Haraway is feeling its mortality. They've always been the first among equals in the Gateward Corner Stars. The precursor gateways in the system have let them do quick trade with Firestone which is not far from the inner core, and they've followed a very deliberate set of development policies, become the local centre of products that require specialist fabrication, established R&D and education systems. A lot of students from the Corner come to Haraway to get an education. They have links to the River trade too, nothing unsavoury, but they've used it to their advantage. Lemnos was always their rival, owned another part of the gate system and a bunch of enclaves over here, and felt like it should be the regions big sister. Only it's never really been able to pull it off. There's a lot of historical arguments as to why. They have a lot of anti-prometheans who went into exile when the current interfacer came to power a century ago, and a lot of conflict with their nomads. I could give you a lot of citations, but the upshot is they've always been behind Haraway. Recently though, they had a promethean youth revolution there, and this coincided with finding several access points to the gate system on the planet itself. So Haraway has been scared quite badly."
"A lot of the old Lemnos apparatchiks actually ended up in exile here, which is pretty funny. So now Haraway is feeling paranoid about the radical youth of Lemnos starting a war or something, or just outcompeting them through sheer fervour. That and the idea that there could be alien populations in stasis tombs in the unexplored deep sea, has lead to a lot of desire for increased output reforms. Development in the lowlands, greater integration of the various nomad and isolate groups into the planetary economy, stuff like that. That means Equator City loses its status as the planet's only very large space port and beanstalk, since a centrepiece of the proposal is to build another on the second continent. The Council woman who got shot was a big opponent of the second beanstalk."
"Hold on," you say. "Alien stasis tombs?"
"It's a bit of a long story." Juketta says. "I think we're here."
The bus is rolling to a stop near a quiet rural station.
******
The bus stop is a clean shelter with a set of benches, a glowing vending machine for edibles, and an equipment tree hung with various common items. The lowlands around it are a thick mass of trees with deep, glossy purple leaves. It's raining but there's a few beams of golden sunlight falling through it to illuminate the forest. "Okay." Reizay says, holding up her hand to show an AR line. "They're going to pick us up a while that way."
"They're not collecting us right from the stop?" Juketta asks.
"No. It's insecure." Reizay says. She leads the way down the road for about a kilometre until you finally see a large utility hover with two locals in the front. One purple, one blue, both with ears pricked as they look at you, wearing raincoats and holstered pistols over what look an awful lot like replicas of the same strange uniform Reizay is wearing.
"Enclosing Lady bless you." One says as she gets out.
"And surround you always." Reizay says, a bit primly. She seems abruptly stiff and unsure.
"You're finally here! Everyone is so excited!" One says. "We'll put your bags in the back. Come on." She stops. "Oh, where are my manners. I'm Alissa. This is Sendra."
Both are smiling, mostly at Reizay, in a way that flashes danger signals in your mind. It's protective and possessive more than friendly. Part of you doesn't want to be separated from your carbine. On the other hand, keeping your bag with could draw attention to it and highlight you have a weapon in there.
[ ] Insist on holding onto your bag
[ ] Let them put it in the trunk where you can't easily get at it.
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10th Council Nominations - 2022-2023
Hello, everyone! Nominations will open today, Tuesday, August 16, and will remain open until 11:59PM EST Tuesday, August 23. For those of you who are looking for more information on the Council and Council elections generally, you can find it in this thread. In short, however - Councillors...
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I think this is fine if we're just polite about it. Probably.
I think this is fine if we're just polite about it. Probably.
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