It's less about the director (I have no info about director of FEMA whatsoever), who may be OK with this for some reason, or just so badass, that all this stuff is not enough to make him break, and more about organisation itself. FEMA may trigger as Mover, and suddenly it's personnel can teleport to sites of disaster (it's Worm and they can't take enough stuff with them), or Master and they can make bureaucrats do their work (it's Worm, so FEMA is outlawed and becomes vigilante organization) - and when personnel have lunch break or their work-time ends they lose the power. Also, FEMA gets some behavioral change from shard.
- Location
- Earth, Sol System, Virgo Supercluster, Earth-1218
I don't know if government agencies could Trigger, but consider this:
Entities take their perspective of "What is a person" from the population they're testing.
The United States legal code classifies Companies as people (in certain circumstances)
In a bit of logical, but oh so dumb, extrapolation Zion and Eden class Businesses as People too, and thus they can Trigger (somehow)
Entities take their perspective of "What is a person" from the population they're testing.
The United States legal code classifies Companies as people (in certain circumstances)
In a bit of logical, but oh so dumb, extrapolation Zion and Eden class Businesses as People too, and thus they can Trigger (somehow)
- Location
- Brazil, Minas gerais
Well a Ai had trigger. So it more of case of a power deciding to cheat with multiple hosts... and the other powers not stopping that. Because in my mind all of them are cheating somewhat. Which probably don't help the 'data' that entities wants.
16.5 Road Trip
- Location
- Earth
16.5 Road Trip
"Road trip! Road trip!"
Aisha's excited voice gets echoed out of the SUV speakers. I know I had to be hearing her twice but I couldn't remember it, and that was the weirdest part.
I mean, the weirdest part aside from the actual trip itself. Lisa had somehow convinced my dad to permit a 'girls road trip'. I still didn't quite believe it and we were in the car, headed to Toronto.
The most annoying part was easily the umpteenth time that Aisha had started chanting 'road trip'.
Lisa and I sat upfront, with Madison and Aisha in the backseat. Actually, did Aisha even actually get permission? I probably should have asked before modifying the car so that people could hear her.
On second thought, I probably shouldn't bring it up at all.
We'd left in the morning, and it would take more than half the day to get there. Right behind us was the Taylors in their own vehicle. Mr and Mrs Taylor, to be exact. Lisa had a married couple working as mercenaries working for her, and it was part of dad's permission for this trip that they shadow us. I wasn't sure how Lisa could have arranged to have mercenaries that happened to have my first name as their last name, but I wouldn't have put it past her to do it if there was a way.
Aisha abhorred silence the way nature abhorred a vacuum. "Hey, so, can we go to a club?"
"No-"
I'm cut off by Madison. "Yeah! We totally could. Aisha is the next best thing to invisible. I can be in my mid twenties, and I bet with the right makeup I could make you and Lisa look at least 19 or so. Oh! I'll be the dude, and bring you two with me as dates!"
That's… reasonable. Sort of. No, we weren't dating, so that wouldn't work.
"No, Madison, you can't bring two dates to a club. Especially since neither of us are dating you." Lisa disagrees while Aisha's cackling comes over the speakers and Madison sulks dramatically. "We're going shopping for clothes. Later, we'll be doing the tourist thing just long enough to watch Squealer and Skidmark get shoved out of a van as it drives by the PRT Toronto HQ, and then there's this nice french place I looked up."
"Is it Paradou?" I think Madison sounds sad. That's… normal. I shrugged the thought off.
Lisa responds. "No, it's La Sirene. Why?"
Madison responds with a "Huh?" Had Madison not expected a question back? I guess such a simple question wouldn't normally need a conversation.
"I asked why you were wondering about which restaurant I picked?"
Her voice is more subdued as she responds. "Oh. My parents took me there once. We were going to go again in the fall, the weekend after my 16th."
That puts an understandable damper on things.
The silence can't last forever, Aisha is here. "How come Panacea didn't come? If I get us some beer, she could've been the bestest hangover cure ever. Hair of the dog, except without Bitch being angry about it."
I sigh before responding. "Amy is spending the evening with her parents." I leave unsaid that they're going to counseling together.
Aisha makes a hmph noise and quiet follows. A quiet that is far too brief. "So, Lisa, how's your tower working out? You got those cars removed from it? I hear you've got a glowing hot mama lined up for your secretary spot. You got her working up at the top floor? Oh! Are we going to get a tour, to make sure all the interior decorations are up to par?"
"Yeah, sure." Lisa is way too chipper sounding. "I'll tell you what, we'll break in my new place with a party. You get your brother into something sharp, and I'll drag Taylor there as well."
I am distincting unamused, and glower at Lisa. I am not showing up to be humiliated.
Lisa pats me on the shoulder without looking away from the road. "Lighten up Taylor, I wouldn't embarrass you like that."
There's a pause as we let Aisha's outburst pass by the rest of us. "I totally would! Oh, no wait, even better, I'll cut my bro's shirt off while he's talking to you! Just see how long it takes him to notice."
Lisa responds to me instead. "Seriously, it'd be fun. I'll throw a housewarming party, and at worst, you can bring your gear to keep Aisha under control. We can watch some movies, I'll be doing it only after I hire a chef, so the food will be fresh and good. You should get out more, and the three of us can keep Aisha from being a pest."
"I can help too." Madison adds in.
Lisa's voice is lighthearted as she calls out to the backseat, "Yeah, I know, that's why I said the three of us."
"Oh, thank you, Lisa."
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Toronto's shopping district is nice, I suppose. It's a lot of clothing stores.
My handbag is loaded with tinkertech, using the handle as a connection. I use it to keep track of Aisha.
It also doubles as a protective device. I can position it between myself and either Lisa or Madison to stop them from trying to shove more clothes or shoes at me.
Madison and Lisa are using their twin-like appearance to model clothes for each other, and it's been mostly enough to keep their attention focused on themselves. The couple of long sleeves and pants I picked up for purchase have long since been taken and replaced with four shirts that are too small, a long skirt, and pants that don't fit. I might wear the skirt, but getting all of them let me make a tactical retreat in accepting the first batch of clothes. I've been able to argue that I'm all set since then.
Aisha keeps trying to get me in trouble by putting stuff from various shelves in my clothes bag, but so far I've caught it before leaving the store.
She's picked up an impressive collection of boas, sandals, and sunglasses for herself. I don't think it's a style, but what do I know?
While I track Aisha wandering around, Madison comes out in a floofy dress that looks like watercolors were spilled on it.
She does a couple twirls but whatever she and Lisa talk about results in a negative.
This stuff, it's not horrible. Not really my thing, but the group is happy, and it's kind of nice.
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Ice cream and doing a walking tour of downtown Toronto was nice. I think the city looked similar to most of Brockton Bay, but I'm not much for architecture. Well, there are some signs in french for one difference.
Cleaner too, even before the Simurgh. We had visited the Hockey Hall of Fame, 'because Canada' according to Aisha, and were now headed down towards the PRT HQ for the city.
The PRT HQ was on the edge of the city's shore. The US and Canada had negotiated for the Protectorate to be a multinational organization some years back. The Guild had been Canada's first go at an alliance of heroes, and they had the best spot. Their headquarters had its own airport and was positioned on an island just to the south of the PRT building. Dragon worked at the Guild.
There were rumors Dragon had a massive underground complex, spanning a good portion of the city, filled with her tinkertech. The rumors were almost certainly false, all of Dragon's known facilities were in the wilderness, aside from Guild facilities. Since like 90% of Canadians live within a hundred miles of the US, there was a lot of open space to make finding her secret lairs much more difficult than just digging up parts of Toronto.
In truth, I knew that the rumors were meant to obscure a particle accelerator that Dragon had installed in a ring around the city. Somebody had noticed some odd vehicles in some pictures back from some sewer line upgrades, ostensibly for improving connections to the suburbs, and had posted the appropriate conclusions on one of the news sites I monitored.
Anyway, the Guild HQ was awesome, it even had some of Dragon's old suits on display, visible from the front window. From the initial plasma thrusters on the Hephaestus to their refined version on the Invictus, an active ion torch inversion drive. Behemoth had destroyed most of that one a few years back, but the one of the broken nozzles looked like it was a ceramic, a crystalline ceramic. I bet the discoloration was indicative of its composition.
My phone from Lisa had a camera. After a few moments I found it and started taking pictures.
Aisha spoke up from next to me. "Why did we bring the nerd to the nerdiest Tinker?"
I ignored the sarcasm.
"Aisha, just let her take her pictures, she's excited." Lisa defended me, which was nice.
Eventually though, we did have to move on.
Their lake wasn't clogged with half sunken ships. It made for a nice sight from between the buildings as we were walking up the street.
We weren't going to get to see the inside of the PRT building, but we didn't want to be late.
It was a nice building, lots of bricks arranged as squares in a grid made of metal bars.
Lisa must have been reading my mind again, because she spoke up out of the blue. "The bricks are like ablative armor. The sections can easily be replaced when the building is attacked. You can see how some of the brick sections are much newer than others."
Of course, violence was everywhere. Still, it was a nice building.
The clock built into my gear signaled the time of the dropoff and looked around to see the van drive into view. Lisa, no, maybe Aisha? Anyway, somebody had arranged for a surprise logo on the van. It didn't matter much, the van was not coming back with us.
The logo was a pair of cockroaches dancing beside the words 'Humane Pest Control Services'.
The van drove past up, and slowed as it passed the PRT building. Once the car behind it came to a stop, the back doors on the van popped open and a dumbbell with a chain attached to it rolled out. That was immediately followed by my two former prisoners, who were shoved out by a pair of guys in masks I didn't recognize.
They bounced a bit, but the mesh bags full of packing peanuts that were strapped to them seemed to work as intended.
The van sped off.
I just stopped and stared due to the total lack of guards bursting out of the PRT building. What if somebody attacked their building?
Surely the Brockton Bay PRT had a better response time than this. Through practice if nothing else.
Aisha and Lisa were taking pictures, and so were a few other people. Nobody was screaming in panic, though traffic had stopped and nobody was getting close to the unconscious villains.
Finally a squad of guards came out of the building. Like 20 seconds later. Where were the rockets, or UAVs, or the secret robotic road barriers popping up out of the asphalt? There weren't even any hatches opening up on the brick panels of the building. This was the city where Dragon lived.
I sighed in disappointment. It figured that Lisa would plan this on a day when PRT Toronto was doing maintenance, or something, on all their cool stuff.
Doing this on an off day makes sense, less of a danger to Lisa's mercs, but the PRT always took down videos of breakouts, and I wanted to see the cool gear.
We just left the sedated prisoners to the gathering crowd and PRT troopers as Lisa guided us away before we could get questioned. We were just part of the crowd right now, and it wouldn't be a good thing for us to be interesting to the PRT.
"Road trip! Road trip!"
Aisha's excited voice gets echoed out of the SUV speakers. I know I had to be hearing her twice but I couldn't remember it, and that was the weirdest part.
I mean, the weirdest part aside from the actual trip itself. Lisa had somehow convinced my dad to permit a 'girls road trip'. I still didn't quite believe it and we were in the car, headed to Toronto.
The most annoying part was easily the umpteenth time that Aisha had started chanting 'road trip'.
Lisa and I sat upfront, with Madison and Aisha in the backseat. Actually, did Aisha even actually get permission? I probably should have asked before modifying the car so that people could hear her.
On second thought, I probably shouldn't bring it up at all.
We'd left in the morning, and it would take more than half the day to get there. Right behind us was the Taylors in their own vehicle. Mr and Mrs Taylor, to be exact. Lisa had a married couple working as mercenaries working for her, and it was part of dad's permission for this trip that they shadow us. I wasn't sure how Lisa could have arranged to have mercenaries that happened to have my first name as their last name, but I wouldn't have put it past her to do it if there was a way.
Aisha abhorred silence the way nature abhorred a vacuum. "Hey, so, can we go to a club?"
"No-"
I'm cut off by Madison. "Yeah! We totally could. Aisha is the next best thing to invisible. I can be in my mid twenties, and I bet with the right makeup I could make you and Lisa look at least 19 or so. Oh! I'll be the dude, and bring you two with me as dates!"
That's… reasonable. Sort of. No, we weren't dating, so that wouldn't work.
"No, Madison, you can't bring two dates to a club. Especially since neither of us are dating you." Lisa disagrees while Aisha's cackling comes over the speakers and Madison sulks dramatically. "We're going shopping for clothes. Later, we'll be doing the tourist thing just long enough to watch Squealer and Skidmark get shoved out of a van as it drives by the PRT Toronto HQ, and then there's this nice french place I looked up."
"Is it Paradou?" I think Madison sounds sad. That's… normal. I shrugged the thought off.
Lisa responds. "No, it's La Sirene. Why?"
Madison responds with a "Huh?" Had Madison not expected a question back? I guess such a simple question wouldn't normally need a conversation.
"I asked why you were wondering about which restaurant I picked?"
Her voice is more subdued as she responds. "Oh. My parents took me there once. We were going to go again in the fall, the weekend after my 16th."
That puts an understandable damper on things.
The silence can't last forever, Aisha is here. "How come Panacea didn't come? If I get us some beer, she could've been the bestest hangover cure ever. Hair of the dog, except without Bitch being angry about it."
I sigh before responding. "Amy is spending the evening with her parents." I leave unsaid that they're going to counseling together.
Aisha makes a hmph noise and quiet follows. A quiet that is far too brief. "So, Lisa, how's your tower working out? You got those cars removed from it? I hear you've got a glowing hot mama lined up for your secretary spot. You got her working up at the top floor? Oh! Are we going to get a tour, to make sure all the interior decorations are up to par?"
"Yeah, sure." Lisa is way too chipper sounding. "I'll tell you what, we'll break in my new place with a party. You get your brother into something sharp, and I'll drag Taylor there as well."
I am distincting unamused, and glower at Lisa. I am not showing up to be humiliated.
Lisa pats me on the shoulder without looking away from the road. "Lighten up Taylor, I wouldn't embarrass you like that."
There's a pause as we let Aisha's outburst pass by the rest of us. "I totally would! Oh, no wait, even better, I'll cut my bro's shirt off while he's talking to you! Just see how long it takes him to notice."
Lisa responds to me instead. "Seriously, it'd be fun. I'll throw a housewarming party, and at worst, you can bring your gear to keep Aisha under control. We can watch some movies, I'll be doing it only after I hire a chef, so the food will be fresh and good. You should get out more, and the three of us can keep Aisha from being a pest."
"I can help too." Madison adds in.
Lisa's voice is lighthearted as she calls out to the backseat, "Yeah, I know, that's why I said the three of us."
"Oh, thank you, Lisa."
========
Toronto's shopping district is nice, I suppose. It's a lot of clothing stores.
My handbag is loaded with tinkertech, using the handle as a connection. I use it to keep track of Aisha.
It also doubles as a protective device. I can position it between myself and either Lisa or Madison to stop them from trying to shove more clothes or shoes at me.
Madison and Lisa are using their twin-like appearance to model clothes for each other, and it's been mostly enough to keep their attention focused on themselves. The couple of long sleeves and pants I picked up for purchase have long since been taken and replaced with four shirts that are too small, a long skirt, and pants that don't fit. I might wear the skirt, but getting all of them let me make a tactical retreat in accepting the first batch of clothes. I've been able to argue that I'm all set since then.
Aisha keeps trying to get me in trouble by putting stuff from various shelves in my clothes bag, but so far I've caught it before leaving the store.
She's picked up an impressive collection of boas, sandals, and sunglasses for herself. I don't think it's a style, but what do I know?
While I track Aisha wandering around, Madison comes out in a floofy dress that looks like watercolors were spilled on it.
She does a couple twirls but whatever she and Lisa talk about results in a negative.
This stuff, it's not horrible. Not really my thing, but the group is happy, and it's kind of nice.
========
Ice cream and doing a walking tour of downtown Toronto was nice. I think the city looked similar to most of Brockton Bay, but I'm not much for architecture. Well, there are some signs in french for one difference.
Cleaner too, even before the Simurgh. We had visited the Hockey Hall of Fame, 'because Canada' according to Aisha, and were now headed down towards the PRT HQ for the city.
The PRT HQ was on the edge of the city's shore. The US and Canada had negotiated for the Protectorate to be a multinational organization some years back. The Guild had been Canada's first go at an alliance of heroes, and they had the best spot. Their headquarters had its own airport and was positioned on an island just to the south of the PRT building. Dragon worked at the Guild.
There were rumors Dragon had a massive underground complex, spanning a good portion of the city, filled with her tinkertech. The rumors were almost certainly false, all of Dragon's known facilities were in the wilderness, aside from Guild facilities. Since like 90% of Canadians live within a hundred miles of the US, there was a lot of open space to make finding her secret lairs much more difficult than just digging up parts of Toronto.
In truth, I knew that the rumors were meant to obscure a particle accelerator that Dragon had installed in a ring around the city. Somebody had noticed some odd vehicles in some pictures back from some sewer line upgrades, ostensibly for improving connections to the suburbs, and had posted the appropriate conclusions on one of the news sites I monitored.
Anyway, the Guild HQ was awesome, it even had some of Dragon's old suits on display, visible from the front window. From the initial plasma thrusters on the Hephaestus to their refined version on the Invictus, an active ion torch inversion drive. Behemoth had destroyed most of that one a few years back, but the one of the broken nozzles looked like it was a ceramic, a crystalline ceramic. I bet the discoloration was indicative of its composition.
My phone from Lisa had a camera. After a few moments I found it and started taking pictures.
Aisha spoke up from next to me. "Why did we bring the nerd to the nerdiest Tinker?"
I ignored the sarcasm.
"Aisha, just let her take her pictures, she's excited." Lisa defended me, which was nice.
Eventually though, we did have to move on.
Their lake wasn't clogged with half sunken ships. It made for a nice sight from between the buildings as we were walking up the street.
We weren't going to get to see the inside of the PRT building, but we didn't want to be late.
It was a nice building, lots of bricks arranged as squares in a grid made of metal bars.
Lisa must have been reading my mind again, because she spoke up out of the blue. "The bricks are like ablative armor. The sections can easily be replaced when the building is attacked. You can see how some of the brick sections are much newer than others."
Of course, violence was everywhere. Still, it was a nice building.
The clock built into my gear signaled the time of the dropoff and looked around to see the van drive into view. Lisa, no, maybe Aisha? Anyway, somebody had arranged for a surprise logo on the van. It didn't matter much, the van was not coming back with us.
The logo was a pair of cockroaches dancing beside the words 'Humane Pest Control Services'.
The van drove past up, and slowed as it passed the PRT building. Once the car behind it came to a stop, the back doors on the van popped open and a dumbbell with a chain attached to it rolled out. That was immediately followed by my two former prisoners, who were shoved out by a pair of guys in masks I didn't recognize.
They bounced a bit, but the mesh bags full of packing peanuts that were strapped to them seemed to work as intended.
The van sped off.
I just stopped and stared due to the total lack of guards bursting out of the PRT building. What if somebody attacked their building?
Surely the Brockton Bay PRT had a better response time than this. Through practice if nothing else.
Aisha and Lisa were taking pictures, and so were a few other people. Nobody was screaming in panic, though traffic had stopped and nobody was getting close to the unconscious villains.
Finally a squad of guards came out of the building. Like 20 seconds later. Where were the rockets, or UAVs, or the secret robotic road barriers popping up out of the asphalt? There weren't even any hatches opening up on the brick panels of the building. This was the city where Dragon lived.
I sighed in disappointment. It figured that Lisa would plan this on a day when PRT Toronto was doing maintenance, or something, on all their cool stuff.
Doing this on an off day makes sense, less of a danger to Lisa's mercs, but the PRT always took down videos of breakouts, and I wanted to see the cool gear.
We just left the sedated prisoners to the gathering crowd and PRT troopers as Lisa guided us away before we could get questioned. We were just part of the crowd right now, and it wouldn't be a good thing for us to be interesting to the PRT.
Status of Metastable
- Location
- Earth
I've got a sad announcement to make.
Metastable will be going on a hiatus.
Currently, my buffer does not include even the next Arc and I feel like I need a break. I've enjoyed Metastable and when I was thinking about the future this chapter felt like a reasonable place to leave the story resting for a while. The writing of Metastable has been getting progressively harder for me and I realized I was no longer looking forward to trying to write more on it.
Although I have other projects I also enjoy that take up my writing time (AEoS, Dura, CQ, and others), I don't feel like I've gotten bored of Metastable. I just want a break from feeling like I need to make the story happen.
I think slowly, so to be clear, this hiatus will likely be on the order of months or years. For those of you that read AEoS, the rewrites of Arc 2 and 3 (some 10's of thousands of words) took about a year. One thing I greatly like about SV is the lack of an anti-necro for threads rule. Please be aware that pestering me for 'when will this story happen' won't increase my desire for, or rate of, said event, but commentary, or omakes, or so on will continue to be welcome.
Metastable will be going on a hiatus.
Currently, my buffer does not include even the next Arc and I feel like I need a break. I've enjoyed Metastable and when I was thinking about the future this chapter felt like a reasonable place to leave the story resting for a while. The writing of Metastable has been getting progressively harder for me and I realized I was no longer looking forward to trying to write more on it.
Although I have other projects I also enjoy that take up my writing time (AEoS, Dura, CQ, and others), I don't feel like I've gotten bored of Metastable. I just want a break from feeling like I need to make the story happen.
I think slowly, so to be clear, this hiatus will likely be on the order of months or years. For those of you that read AEoS, the rewrites of Arc 2 and 3 (some 10's of thousands of words) took about a year. One thing I greatly like about SV is the lack of an anti-necro for threads rule. Please be aware that pestering me for 'when will this story happen' won't increase my desire for, or rate of, said event, but commentary, or omakes, or so on will continue to be welcome.
- Location
- Internet, The
This announcement would bother me more if I didn't enjoy your other stories as well.
It really does feel like a good place to pause the story. The last few chapters have been very calm. I'm assuming the next arc would hit off within the next one or two chapters. Anyway, good luck recharging your batteries, and I look forward to Metastable's return.
It really does feel like a good place to pause the story. The last few chapters have been very calm. I'm assuming the next arc would hit off within the next one or two chapters. Anyway, good luck recharging your batteries, and I look forward to Metastable's return.
Arkeus
Crazy cat guy
- Location
- France
Well, sad to see this going on Hiatus, but it's better to do this than force yourself to write something that will be of lesser quality.
I love your Taylor so much.
- Location
- Massachussetts
Agreed. Those are the two quotes I was going to point out. I've missed Taylor's analysis of things, and it gave me a huge smile to see her explaining the world again in a new city.
Secretly I'm hoping that Dragon knows exactly who Recluse is and is just as entertained as we are at everything she gets up to.
I really love Metastable, and look forward to more whenever you feel excited about it again. I totally agree about the necro-friendly environment on SV.
No it isn't. Dragon lives in Vancouver. Narwhal is the prominent hero who lives in Toronto. Canada does have more than one important city you know.
(Vancouver in British Columbia, Edmonton and Calgary in Alberta, Toronto and Ottawa in Ontario, Montreal and Quebec City in Quebec, Winnipeg in Manitoba, and Halifax in Nova Scotia)
That's unfortunate. Still, it is a reasonable place to put a pin in it and you gotta do you; s'not like we're paying you or anything.
- Location
- Earth
As the phrase goes: If you're not cheating, then you're not trying hard enough.
Of course, 'no rules' is how the entities ended up eating each other to death, but at least the shards are in keeping with their history.
I'm pleased to have another reader, although you have my sympathies for arriving just as the story goes on a break :-(
Taylor would certainly agree with your assessment. The more heroic lairs of good that a hero has, the better.
Thank you all for the supportive words
Yes, Taylor hiding in her lab does limit how she perceives the world, and regretfully deprives the world of her thoughts and vision.
That would certainly be quite the twist for Dragon to show up while that was true.
Uh...
I didn't plan this, but...
Taylor: "Dragon works in Vancouver, she doesn't live there. Heroes don't publicize where they live. That wouldn't be safe. Dragon teleworks, of course."
(More seriously, I'll consider fixing this, going with Taylor being a fallible narrator, or making it an AU aspect.)
I've got to ask, was that list exhaustive?
It depends on the definition of important, really. Globally important? Only Toronto, Vancouver, and Montreal. Locally important? Add a few more cities, probably one in each province and one or two more in Quebec and Ontario.
I went with "other Canadians would probably agree that the city matters" but the nature of the question makes it wibbly.
I mean, Canada has thirty seven million people. It's not all rural plus Toronto.
Nighzmarquls
The Endless Hunger
- Location
- United States
That feel when your state has more people then canada and half of Canada's population lives in your home metropolitan sprawl area.
It could just be that Dragon 'lives' in every major Canadian city. I mean, she always seems to be home when someone rings the bell.
So I'm finally catching up on everything after the pre-holiday rush at work. I'm sad to see this go into hibernation, but have hopes for the new year. I agree with others that this is a pretty good pausing point. It is a nice calm section, where things have settled down, just the kind of spot to let it sit before the storm comes.
I also wanted to say that I find this one of your very best stories. It has a consistently concerning Taylor. Her issues are not magically vanishing, and while she makes progress she also has relapses. But above all that is the consistency of her vision. I look forward to seeing more of what happens after reconstruction, and wonder if she shouldn't try getting state instead of just local government involved. Going federal might be too much of a risk or attention draw, but may be necessary to overrule the PRT's paranoia. After all, only one paranoid allowed in this city!
So I'm finally catching up on everything after the pre-holiday rush at work. I'm sad to see this go into hibernation, but have hopes for the new year. I agree with others that this is a pretty good pausing point. It is a nice calm section, where things have settled down, just the kind of spot to let it sit before the storm comes.
I also wanted to say that I find this one of your very best stories. It has a consistently concerning Taylor. Her issues are not magically vanishing, and while she makes progress she also has relapses. But above all that is the consistency of her vision. I look forward to seeing more of what happens after reconstruction, and wonder if she shouldn't try getting state instead of just local government involved. Going federal might be too much of a risk or attention draw, but may be necessary to overrule the PRT's paranoia. After all, only one paranoid allowed in this city!
- Location
- Earth
Thank you, that is flattering
I'm not sure what you mean by 'consistency of her vision'. Would you mind expanding on that?
Taylor is very reactive, and isn't likely to pursue that. Danny and Lisa may very well though. If everything went in favor of the Hebert SCONE, then they would take out the E88 and cement their position in the city. If Tagg still won't focus on criminals besides the Hebert SCONE, Lisa might eventually go outside of Danny's permission to manufacture a few scandals to hurt the PRT on the argument that they're being useless anyway and getting Tagg fired would probably be a good idea.
Mainly that she retains a very inward facing persona, and doesn't slip away from her own personal neurosies after a chapter or two. I guess I should have said consistency of viewpoint or characterization instead.Thank you, that is flattering
I'm not sure what you mean by 'consistency of her vision'. Would you mind expanding on that?