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But first, please read +. diff --git a/_config.yml b/_config.yml index 63e30ff..70dc1e2 100644 --- a/_config.yml +++ b/_config.yml @@ -1,22 +1,47 @@ -title: Madison Scott-Clary -email: makyo@drab-makyo.com -description: > - Writing projects by Madison Scott-Clary -baseurl: "" +title: The Writing of Madison Scott-Clary +description: > # this means to ignore newlines until "baseurl:" + Madison is an author of fiction, non-fiction, and poetry living in Loveland, Colorado. Her interests lie in the realms of furry fiction and non-fiction, collaborative fiction, and hypertextual writing. She is a member (and president) of the Furry Writers' Guild, and editor for several projects, fiction and non-fiction. 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diff --git a/_posts/2016-01-26-qoheleth.md b/_posts/2016-01-26-qoheleth.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c92bb64 --- /dev/null +++ b/_posts/2016-01-26-qoheleth.md @@ -0,0 +1,1144 @@ +--- +layout: post +title: "Qoheleth" +description: Qoheleth is the story behind and the goal of an Alternate Reality Game, or ARG, which took place in January, 2017, as part of Post-Self. As the readers worked through the ARG, more parts of the story were revealed, until all five were together. The full story is placed here, and further information about the game itself is included as an introduction. +img: # Add image post (optional) +tags: [Post-Self, Short Story, ARG, Rated G] +author: # Add name author (optional) +--- + +This is Qoheleth in its entirety. During the process of running Qoheleth, each chapter was reveiled as a step of a puzzle that readers had to solve. There is more to this than is exposed here, but is primarily of a technical nature. For information on that, please see [the repository](https://github.com/makyo/qoheleth). + +The original post on [Post-Self](http://post-self.io) is available [here](http://post-self.io/entry/qoheleth) + +----- + +## 1 (Torah) + +Ioan Balan awoke to an urgent message. + +Ey didn't really like these, the sensorium messages. Ey liked paper messages. Ey mostly just liked paper. Ey was always accruing more. Paper and pens. Eir friends thought it creepy. Paper messages, or those rich messages that came attached to paper, played on its surface, or even messed with eir sensorium. To have one that just barged in on eir vision and endocrine system like this made em quite anxious. This one included a tiny jolt of adrenaline as an alert. Waking up with that jolt to have a partial sensory takeover just felt rude. + +The benefit was that ey didn't have to get out of bed to deal with it. + +The opacity on the message was turned up quite high, so that even in eir dark room, with eir eyes closed (and heart still pounding), ey could see the fox. A bipedal fox dressed quite sharply. It was sitting on a fairly plain wooden chair, situated in an empty room. The room had wood floors the same color as the chair, some very light wood, like hickory or pine. The walls were concrete where they weren't glass. Outside the glass was a sere shortgrass prairie, a cloudy day. + +The combination of the fox's white fur, glistening and iridescent, combined with the room and landscape was all painfully pomo. Ey didn't consider eirself much of a pomophobe, but this was...intense. + +*"Hi Mx Balan,"* the fox was saying. *"I have a proposition for you."* + +Ioan grunted. The message was recorded, thank goodness. No interaction + +*"My name is Dear, Also, The Tree Was Felled, or just Dear, and I'm a member of the Ode clade. I'm an artist-"* Ioan rolled eir eyes. Ey could tell it didn't like the word. *"-and performer. I'm not just telling you this to, ah, toot my own horn, I believe the phrase is, but just to underline the fact that I'm woefully unprepared for the situation at hand."* + +The fox smiled, looking tired. *"I need some help finding someone,"* it continued. *"Someone that doesn't want to be found. It's personally important, but also potentially damaging to the image of our entire clade."* + +Ioan furrowed eir brow. + +*"The person has information, a name, that ey have supposedly shared. We --- the other members of my clade and I --- don't precisely know if they actually did, unfortunately, we just have word from others close to the clade that someone knew and said The Name."* + +The fox shook it's head, ears flopping from side to side. *"I'm sorry, I'm getting sidetracked by details. I try to be prepared for conversations and messages like this, but I'm a little worked up, excited, I guess. Can we meet?"* It listed some coordinates. *"Even if only to talk. Even if you're not interested, I'd still like to meet you. You seem neat."* + +The message ended. + +Ioan lay in bed, thinking. It was still about an hour before ey had to get up, and ey was loath to start the day before ey had to. Ey tried eir best to sleep for another ten minutes, at least, but eir mind kept slipping back to Dear's request. + +*Why me?* ey asked the backs of eir closed eyelids. *Why hire a writer who fancied eirself a historian as a PI?* + +With still a half hour to go before ey had to be up, Ioan slipped out of bed, stood, and stretched. The least ey could do was get a shower and some coffee. If there were any reason that the founders of the system had included sensoria in the works it must have been for those. + +Those done and clothes donned --- ey knew ey could never out-natty the fox, so the usual faux-academia garb it was --- ey penned Dear a short note with a time. If it was day in that sim, or even late afternoon, it should get the note before dinner or bed. + +*Besides,* ey thought. *Maybe it will get the fox to start sending notes this way in the future.* + +No luck. Less than thirty seconds later, Ioan received a sensorium ping of acknowledgement, and a shiver up eir spine to go along with it. + +Ey forked and sent #c1494bf out to the meeting. Meanwhile, ey'd get some food. + +----- + +Ioan#c1494bf found eirself about twenty meters in front of the squat house. It was just as postmodern on the outside as it had appeared on the inside: a concrete block, a thick wrap-around patio covered by cantilevered eaves, floor to ceiling glass for walls. Ey wouldn't be surprised if the far side of the buiding --- ey couldn't see it very well, with the slope of the shortgrass-prairie it was on --- jutted out at some crazy angle. + +Smiling ruefully, ey walked up toward the house. + +A soft tone, a vibraphone struck with a soft mallet, sounded inside and outside of the house as soon as ey'd passed the barrier between grass and patio. Ey stood on the patio, waiting to be either admitted or greeted. + +A shadow of a person, human, peeked out through the glass at em, gave a pleasant wave, and hollered through the glass, "Ioan! Hi! I'll grab Dear." + +Before the person could do so, Dear came padding softly from around the side of the house, looking slightly more collected than it had during the message. + +*"Ioan,"* it said, smiling and offering a paw in greeting. Ioan wasn't sure how ey knew when a fox was smiling, but it was definitely a smile. *"Thank you for coming on such short notice. Sorry for the urgent message, I just need to find someone to help out rather soon."* + +Ioan#c1494bf took the offered paw and bowed. "Of course, Dear." Ey realized how strange it was to call someone a term of endearment as a name. "May we have a seat? I've just woken up and am still figuring out how to stand." + +Dear grinned and nodded, gesturing cordially with its paw around the side of the building from where it had come, leading the writer around and through a door in the glass. + +The interior of the house was as ey had seen, though as they moved through the space where the message had been recorded (a gallery, Ioan noticed) and deeper into the house, things warmed up a little. The concrete walls were softened by hangings, and the furniture was unexpectedly plush, rather than of the firm-cushioned, straight-lined variety ey had expected. Fox and writer settled for an L-shaped couch, sitting facing each other across the bend. + +After a moment's hesitation, Ioan began, "I must apologize, Dear. I'm not sure that you have quite the right person. I'm not really a detective, wouldn't know the first way of finding the one you spoke of." + +Dear shook it's head, *"I'm pretty sure you're the right person. I'm not really looking for a detective, per se. There's enough of those in the Ode clade. They'll suss out the whens and wheres."* + +"Then what-" + +*"There's a few kinds of people in the world, Ioan."* The fox said, voice low and calm. *"There's forgers and honers, of course. Forgers build a thing and plow ahead, and honers settle on a thing and perfect it. Artists generally fall into these classes: prolific and unfruitful artists, respectively.* + +*"But you're not an artist. You write, yes, but that's ancillary to what you do. A side effect. There are some other types of people out there, too: catalogers, feelers, experiencers."* Dear shrugged, *"For its own reasons, the clade needs someone to experience this. There's a lot of history in this, a lot that we've forgotten, a lot that we're trying to remember, maybe some that we're trying to forget. I want you to help figure out the history and story of this."* + +"An amanuensis," Ioan said. + +Dear brightened, its ears perking. *"Precisely. And what a delightful word, too."* + +Ioan grinned, "That's good, then. This is very much more my arena. I'll keep this instance around and keep #tracker up to date." + +The fox nodded and looked up, smiling as it's partner came in with three thick-walled, wide-brimmed mugs of coffee, setting two of them down on the corner of the table near Ioan and the fox. "Heard you were tired," they said, walking off with their own mug. + +Dear watched them go. + +"Your partner?" Ioan asked, feeling that a moment of chitchat was necessary. Ey grabbed eir mug eagerly. It smelled quite good. + +The fox nodded, picked up it's mug as well and leaned back into the cushions of the couch, slouching. *"Mmhm. Finally decided to explore relationships,"* it said. *"They accuse me of treating it like an art project"* + +Ioan grinned. "Well, are you a forger or a honer of relationships?" + +Dear rolled its eyes, said, *"Touché. I'm trying to be a honer, with this one. For a long while, I forked to create lasting relationships. Gets lonely, though. It was like being turned down every time. At least from my --- this instance's --- point of view."* + +Ioan felt they were getting a little too deep for having just met, so ey steered the conversation in a tangential direction. "You fork quite often, then?" + +*"Yeah, Dispersionista through and through. Or maybe profligate tracker, as sometimes I don't have the option to let instances linger."* Something seemed to occur to it, and the fox sat up again. *"Speaking of, do you know much about the Ode clade?"* + +Ioan shook eir head, sipped eir coffee. It *was* good. + +*"It's an old clade. One of the oldest on the system. Our founder, Michel Hadje, uploaded basically as soon as he could, and quickly became one of the, er, loudest voices on the system. He campaigned for sensoria to be included."* + +"I've heard of Michel!" Ioan sat up straighter. "Usually in the context of the founders." + +Dear nodded. + +"So what is Ode, then? His old username?" + +*"No, a poem,"* Dear laughed. + +"Oh! Oh, of course. So Michel wrote this poem..." + +*"No, not actually. Michel had a friend, a good friend, who wrote the poem."* Dear said, speaking more slowly now, sounding less rehearsed. *"When the friend died, Michel memorized the poem. All us up-tree instances do our best to keep it memorized as well. Really memorized, too, in the forefront part of our head, up where we think about it, not stored in some exocortex."* + +"Is that where your names come from?" + +*"Mmhm. Each of us is named after a line in the poem. I'm Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled, and my first long-lived fork is Which Offered Heat And Warmth Through Fire. My immediate down-tree fork is Dear The Wheat And Rye Under The Stars."* + +Dear splayed its ears, grinning sheepishly, *"It's not actually a very good poem, I must admit. Michel thought so from the beginning, too. His friend, though, when they died, when they killed themselves, it really tore him up. We all still think of them often."* + +Ioan nodded, "It must be quite long, then." + +*"It's only about a hundred lines, divided into ten stanzas. There are only ever ten branches as direct ancestors of Michel, and each branch only ever has ten long-lived up-tree instances. We may be Dispersionistas, but we're a small clade."* + +"And the poet? Who are they?" + +Dear bristled, then mastered its instincts. *"That's The Name that we don't share. The information that someone supposedly did share. Someone of the clade or close enough to it to know."* + +Ioan's mind swirled, confused at the fox's reaction, the concept of not sharing a name that was clearly important. "I see," ey said into eir coffee, covering eir confusion. "So you'd like me to help in finding this person and act as amanuensis along the way?" + +Nodding, Dear held out its paw once more. *"If you'd be willing, that is. We'd be glad to have you aboard."* + +Ey was already sold, Ioan knew, but all the same, ey took a moment longer to consider the ramifications of the job. + +Ey shrugged, reached out and shook the fox's paw. Dear grinned, shook back. + +*"Excellent. I've shared just about all I have to share on the topic for now, though as we get updates, I'll pass them on to you."* Dear leaned back into the couch once more, *"For now, stay. Finish your coffee, at least, though feel free to putter around for a while. Or just stay here. We've got an apartment on the side of the house. I've already talked with-"* it said it's partner's name, Ioan didn't quite catch it *"-about it."* + +Ioan nodded, "Thank you. I think I'll head home in a bit and sync up with myself, and start the research plan. Do you have any suggested avenues I should start down?" + +*"Of course,"* Dear smiled. *"As for research, dig a bit more into the Ode clade for now, probably. when I send you updates, maybe those will lead to different topics."* The smile turned into a sly grin. *"I know you're not a big fan of sensorium messages, but as that's how the clade communicates --- those of us who do, at least --- I regret to say that you'll be getting quite a bit more."* + +Ioan gave eir best polite smile. + +----- + +The first message was not long in coming, arriving about an hour after Ioan#c1494bf arrived home. At least it wasn't high priority; ey had the choice to accept then. Half duplex, though. Would be an actual conversation. + +Ey sighed and closed eir eyes. The things ey did for work. + +Ey accepted the message + +*"Hi Ioan,"* came Dear's voice. It was still seated on the couch. *"Long time no see, hmm?"* + +Ioan nodded, subvocalized, "Yeah, took you ages. Have something for me?" + +*"Maybe. We've got a file from someone down-tree. Or, well, hmm"* It appeared to think for a moment before continuing, *"Someone down-tree from me found a file, and he thinks it might be a file from the clade, maybe one of the original ten."* + +Ioan waited until the fox was done before responding, "Alright, send it over." + +The file arrived promptly. Eir shoulders sagged. + +``` +-----BEGIN AES BLOCK----- +QUVTAgAAGUNSRUFURURfQlkAYWVzY3J5cHQgMy4wNmMAgAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA +AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA +AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA +AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAB9Mj6WfemiL807HBXlYmB/JG4Y5T9F/q9u4/9M +i1K8vfWJUyFOFrpR0Ej4KpSu7CjjKEN/8jNDvvNSyD5kOog/KOmNxGfD2myXCgvm +d1ev6dNGaKJvEyn9aahd7zjNFNzpB5d293f7++sETN9yRTqRq7yMvhpUyxXig1Q+ +3pK1lxKprLInWreU0uU52i6BrzrBnGzgl5Nu1h0TsNX0Bmf41bNGZ8rC9krVMuTP +pr+NyY7+uuLpeibQECbvUzfHU95h3wRzo8p5+YSpM40EbjqklIO6VjN0mWuuRT/L +QH+q2LgjbvPJ7M0qNAfwc8ac58/vrFXzBsHg5NIImSPog2TPD3LUhik5lsaXAVkv +icj8J1eOaGfH4DYNm2R9P06jNBX8bQCtXdczSR2DkZgiPYXC7Jk+6wAfRj8W97zo +Lv6pBWbfqIf1AO+kAJU/jm4T3BNbOG7D7K7h2niFiYg2dVogv1I2VHzwCjqDwr9z +7vs8Mp616xCc80W1s87dPHIBUwfUz8sPBZ3DwWMYzgKqxvDxK0lNMIfOPqCGr4j6 +gYTmH4lRZKxxID4r6o5nzGUabIviWB19ZIqyiSkV2HLlomd3Fj1lR3DXQd1ZZxV9 +/sIuj6UhBfdIz/ZtuL5JwweHBZORAglB1ugbKeeaVkgKwrUC3WI87o6LVblgpFTG +uEeJs/FemBB+dv9bzzyw6xXGJUVaGyMsyRKmDldGHo1862GxZP0HWXn2oIyucW5t +zQYUnHk5NT5SDi+qlG9fK9DFG2iaelCnSawZTExZBepDhT1ooe445Jk3+6/aREKR +AqP3mRsnwYl+h9bPZ5EV4alVyoF5wO0PWAiJwbZiH/6G+nrRDRjR9oiCnS5XPI9o +Ost1uioKUQzaR96smA0VQ5YHb1lrDw8qw9VEZ227ZN3z3QTGWBuqJ8qMnNpaXGuQ +mnQgGTfrZbQtwToyGljHntB+XXmK8A+NCpxNvx5KcGhpqtkvGZrpUjFJw2Xyt++7 +ULEWEsHBu3p8LWuNsZTlmGF/2wEMZ1LyPAzL02lq48QM0fyFLw8UmpW5ZCpDcBBL +COhaknLtZ91SPDdJl6WkHGCfE1LIcJQdAsGudDvXI1ST97Kgmq+u9HOZMq7588di +uGo+tKWQot4SkfN6ZKPcfd7AR9Cjhuqm3qzKLaT5ploaI9Wbkffi9MpHy/wImaBt +ANjZ0lRGcilGsqUiv4Pql+GzsSYZbubVV3OO8u235jFwygHjFBMY17L/nc/JoQRr +JqKySABDFCGHt67ifSKk4N6vsLd4w2gkp8xe/MOqYIEnzj14WiXDN8SutXk2+z6M +0XkEQD9jA92LEx4JmCY5JzXf9XAYOVnGwihbpJOl8YLWQJ5vjUzPq/wUX3qK8Y9n +73jAnH7/zgPaTJf1Xy0hEIeHPGl3DLBvGQVuTVkadjL8celxD8DGY8DiBWTLP/J5 +J+u7QzOVRbujPMLC7LrrK5myVqDPM/+LdRevC+n6ptZx2V8sbyEPcEApEXFH9u// +OHVMn3gT5zEq/eLVaSZ8PO8BDHRJ+/xEjYAs2IogV+jKMsfEHQyt2kRZj9/BuH6l ++oXxplqjLPFE0PZ+GyaAWYcVUvCkGKpaJ1yIFwI1s9vcDejeRTWH+N+xMlTc/GG7 +xLixBzzk1Lb5jwzzeoOizcAoE/BFHgIGpWE8G6KPZ6IGYqo9evYyXngwu5IlsdL2 +lT7SmuVc4zRz83FfsKypne6QZ4+3/4fQvd38Kcm2Vz0TWfcTEfdUj4yy7Er3/hjZ +RfwAJhNmgZkJ3BxnEchB0gcDBfSF2isyH5Z2UxS2ynhSUkdBmfhiE3UmicqapdcT +3m9h5XmX8QPEDmG6tguVvxF+NNjx6IdS+x+okQZg0ZYhmFtyEwvVRfN0U8b8r0gd +1Vo/pd4PHLqTOvXTVemOMeXUWdjzUlEpbN/yrd6xZxCkLBcGPOyOUklV84szs8rq +d5f1nR0U4Db/t5Hd04z7cDfjtIjHa+lbwOeci12aIyzW+zsGepau6I0oYgHRqKU0 ++PbosRqnjp8qIZG7pEmjIlIcE6sTtG258UFFSTuuokxON2ol1leZqZ39yeqhy6Mg +df7yEYyoqBs40c9Na5xUNeRIhGqUR0ogxHQSN0TBVzEvhBHpym90jtJTgMrM+ALO +Rs3icqEDZvlDO4e6UQA5AZ1ULINCkkgYeiZXODd5Uu+LLvCIrDlkkT1zddnHWRrD +zvIaIDiaeZ6zrM8MTUzyg/VpMu72/p/adGfKIzsr6ZXWX11ZWa23RUkpheYVRuOS +to2gTRXVBsEHeXbdPBHZUBlKCzMzLSeSCDzjlU+IQ4AXshJdoM6E5OwcekoOjoZv +oG4sUbc6+u/UeIoBTIy7GrJPtROhXX7jsOtWLRXZ+4tjOqpYcaCNw6KsF4JX0Dh9 +SxvyVbnNn2xcgk1zEVeCk0wfeMQBpKTzRlYKUTV9iW2MpQzA3yaemENG5abo4iKG +jTaWTgtSMtJxTC2WwTewfpEp9NvFx4/K+aWiMuW3cPCJclSsH0gh2muWwZLRgm8U +vF6zv/r/I0Sl6ZFmmhZOz5nafx9uGnskRGO+NWsyb9S1+3VsFx1nUxAiShXiBuF6 +9SCFV3NfDrgCoVFrvcPROnQpZtauIY1QjEXwmmVmb3KVf/DMhbuZhUJrOJcX/MDR +oIcsoqSaD0pZMM+LPHNyaliugpLctWQZ3RQpn+VtnXiI2ZwThDZ8tlFz7lMv5WCz +VnWCdtRiP3mkNouUSOjzClNlU4zZgn5ngcbzLC2Y+nTE1WwOhLd4SwnMgCyG8i6h +SVpyBeOvYLXIYhwQRg4mcS5wds91X4RcrhGYEPbVaoLKscLPRt/myMLPL9yVAgk5 +sm+wNn4BYBC+I/9G0KuEdstkvKNC6byypFDDPXymePb78/JPIk5otQJQHn6P+Bog +cbtFwP1kz4f+O0DR8z2f8XFs11lkIeZkkKR40Aeb2wYYBm+EykkrozW8WuM7Do/9 +dPHmu55mf/asoyWP6rsf4tQz7QDSMWmfbhuFVznWAua53St2nS6IiT/hGk57sRmS +EflP966Bk9ef8K1eFL28OZjbQ5MR8abTKY8+MD238QBu6xdigeT4ZmNneDuU1C5v +0YAJavkhD+S973oUnR0eisO5Qjf1VMFOM8n54CZJOBklDsCKaedj9Pg8eoELsKAT +pOPsS2f8JAkMSLS+gKsvTPHioycPi26Icm+LKUicGZfEzGzVx+NiW+e5mx/smJr3 +30tMWjo= +-----END AES BLOCK----- +``` + +"What's an AES block?" + +*"An old encryption algorithm. And I mean __old__."* Dear looked a little embarrassed, *"We like old things. That's why we figure it's probably from one of us."* + +Ioan thought for a moment before responding, "So do you want me-" + +*"You don't need to worry about the file itself. That's why I didn't just forward it to you automatically,"* Dear paused, then added. *"Though I probably should have. Amanuenses form an* Umwelt, *so now this is part of yours, now. We'll talk about it at the end. Something to keep in mind, I guess. When we find the key, we'll let you know and send over the contents."* + +"Good. I gave AES a check, and you're right, that's ridiculously old. Can't you just crack it?" + +*"We could. Some of us probably already have. I want the key, though. It's probably a word or something, and may prove interesting."* + +"Interesting?" Ioan asked. + +*"Interesting in that the act of finding the key may turn up further clues."* + +"Ah, good point." Ioan pondered, then added, "Keep in touch, yeah? I'll do some digging on old cryptography, too, and see what all's out there." + +*"Good fucking luck. Cryptonerds were --- are --- very wordy. There's going to be a boatload to sort through."* + +Ey grinned, "I'll fork and research, then." + +*"Good plan. Gonna get back to the hunt, and hey, Ioan,"* the fox gave an earnest smile. *"Thanks. Even if I'm just running ideas past you, it's good to put in words."* + +"Of course, Dear." Ioan waved. Ey always felt silly interacting with sensorium messages. Would #tracker think em crazy? "Thanks for the project." + +Dear bowed, signed off. + +\#tracker was, indeed, giving #c1494bf a bemused grin. + +## 2 + +Transcript of Node: [[bea0cf302fcd00863f0c67a91b1a75c0e4ba4863]](http://35.165.134.227/node/bea0cf302fcd00863f0c67a91b1a75c0e4ba4863) with descriptive text by #d5b14aa. + +----- + +*The footage shows two persons. One of them has to be Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled, who is an up-tree branch of the Ode clade, ninth stanza. No one else has ears that big, nobody else can somehow speak in italics. The other took some research, but I'm confident that ey are an instance of Ioan Balan, a historian and writer. Ey are a tracker, and eir habits tend toward few to no long-running instances. This instance is either #tracker or one tasked to this project.* + +*The two persons are sitting outside of a cafe, from whom I obtained this footage. They are in conversation. Going to sit down and watch this.* + +``` +DEAR, ALSO, THE TREE THAT WAS FELLED: We - er, some other Odists, down-tree from me - have come up with some hints about the message. + +IOAN BALAN: Oh? Anything good? + +DEAR: I suppose it depends on your definition of good. + +IOAN: Oh great. Excited already. Well, lay it on me. + +DEAR: So, one of us did a pretty exhaustive search of some records and found some old archive server running somewhere. +``` + +*Oh goodie. Better start gearing up.* + +``` +IOAN: Wait, start at the top. What were they searching? + +DEAR: They were searching for the block of encrypted text - not what was in it; they cracked that a long time ago, but I think this hunt is still valid and have some reputation to burn, so...anyway - they searched for the encrypted text itself, and they came across an archive server. + +IOAN: Old node boxes? Man, even I feel crusty using one of those, and I'm a historian. + +DEAR: You're only a little crusty *laughter*. They found the archive server though, and there's a bunch of stuff on it. New, old, the whole thing. There's stuff from ages ago, and stuff from a few hours ago. + +IOAN: You're kidding, right? + +DEAR: I know, it's ridiculous. +``` + +*The fox's ears flop when it gets excited and shakes its head, never noticed that. It's kind of cute.* + +``` +IOAN: Never met anyone who could actually get one working well enough to add new nodes. So the encrypted text was in a node on the server? + +DEAR: Yeah. It's still there. Just sent the URI. + +IOAN: I...well, I'll have to take it at your word that it's the same as the one you found earlier, I'm not going character by character. +``` + +*Dear seems a little frustrated at this. About Ioan's slowness? I know I wouldn't compare the files. It sounds exasperated.* + +``` +DEAR: Of course, Ioan. Promise it's the same. Needless to say, we found a crusty old server with the block on it, and there's other public nodes on there as well. I'm guessing a bunch of private ones, too. + +IOAN: Anything good in those? + +DEAR: Nothing...penetrable. It's all fairly opaque. To me, at least. +``` + +*Ioan grins at this.* + +``` +IOAN: Thus us meeting here? +``` + +*Dear nods.* + +``` +IOAN: Want me to have a look, then? Tech stuff is going to go right over my head, you know that. + +DEAR: It's not all tech, promise. I just want you to give it a read and see what you pick up from it, you know? Put your amanuensis hat on and just spend some time experiencing. + +IOAN: You think highly of me. No complaints, but why can't someone from your own clade fill this role? +``` + +*Dear's quiet. Struggling for words? Our Dear? This must have hit it hard.* + +``` +DEAR: We...differ. The Odists, I mean. But we also want someone out-clade for this. I want someone out-clade for this. +``` + +*Ioan seems taken aback.* + +``` +IOAN: Do the others not like that I've been brought on? + +DEAR: Of the ones who know, most are fine with it. +``` + +*Now frustrated/confused.* + +``` +IOAN: The ones who know? + +DEAR: We're a little split on how to tackle this in the first place. Different camps, different strategies, infighting. Ioan, you have to understand that, when a clade gets old, it starts to get a little batty. +``` + +*Calm down fox, I'm working on it. Not so frantic.* + +``` +DEAR: Some clades try to get around this by keeping a certain core group of instances - talking mostly Dispersionistas, mind - in a setting that keeps them as sane as possible, feels very 'normal'. Or maybe some are researching forking from earlier points, from down-tree, rather than from where they are now. +``` + +*It furrows its brow.* + +``` +DEAR: We don't. First of all, we started way too early on for that to be a thing. We trusted that change would keep us sane, that as instances diverged, especially with mutation algos in place, they'd change enough to keep us from falling apart. + +IOAN: And that didn't work? +``` + +*Long pause.* + +``` +DEAR: It kind of worked. I'll put it that way. I feel pretty well rounded, and I'm sure those across the clade from me do too, but...it's complicated. It's like having a super close sib that was raised by a different family, in a different sim. + +IOAN: More different than you'd expect, then? + +DEAR: 'Expect'...fits strangely for this. The problem is that they're still us, we're still them. Clades are like families in a lot of ways, but you have to realize that they're still one individual. We're more different than one individual should be. Does that make sense? +``` + +*It does, Dear. That's why I'm doing this.* + +``` +IOAN: I guess so. So some of your clade would prefer I not be a part of this? + +DEAR: They feel that investigating the matter of The Name being said is too close to investigating The Name itself. + +IOAN: I don't know how I would respond to that. + +DEAR: That's my field. Don't worry about it. +``` + +*Ioan holds up eir hands, looks apologetic. The fox has lowered its ears.* + +``` +IOAN: Sorry, hope I'm not overstepping at all. + +DEAR: Don't worry about it. It's all good, I promise. It's just that we're really good at arguing, so I've been dealing with that a lot, the last few days. I'm a bit on edge. Let's get back to the archive server, yeah? + +IOAN: Sure thing, Dear. Where did you say your cocladists had found it? + +DEAR: Just in a search. Don't know quite the details about how, assuming just a text search of perisystem stuff, I guess? Not too sure on the terminology, I bought into being an artist pretty hard. + +IOAN: *laughter* No worries there, fox. I'm trying to keep up with you is all. I was just wondering if they found anything else. + +DEAR: You mean like other nodes on the server? + +IOAN: I'll poke around at those, look for ties and such. I was more wondering if they'd found anything in their search that didn't meet the relevancy threshold for them. Stuff like things linking back to the server, or anyone talking about this *pause* Hebel Qoheleth. +``` + +*Silly name. Oh well. Dear looks taken aback.* + +``` +DEAR: Hadn't really thought to ask. Don't suppose they did, though. Do you think it'd be worth having them search around more? Lowering the, uh, relevancy threshold? *laughter* + +IOAN: Yeah, I think so. Though now that I've got it too, I can do some of my own digging. Kinda want to see who likes The Bible so much as to name themselves that. + +DEAR: The Bible? + +IOAN: Yeah, Qoheleth is the...uh, the teacher, or gatherer, or a bit of both, really. That's what the book usually translated as Ecclesiastes is named after. Not sure about Hebel. What's kemmer, by the way? The passphrase? + +DEAR: How did you...nevermind. Kemmer is something from a book. One of our favorites. It's complicated and out of scope, but it relates to fluidity of gender. Very big, in our clade. I've opted out. + +IOAN: So I noticed. It makes sense, though. I'll make a note to look it up. + +DEAR: Glad someone's thinking about this stuff. Sounding more like a- + +IOAN: Private investigator? + +DEAR: *laughter* I was going to say historian, sounding more like a historian every time we talk. But you never know, maybe you'd make a good PI. +``` + +*That was fast! I may have less time than I had thought. Dear's lovely, and it's totally right: on the other side of the clade, there are some who'd not like this kind of digging. Too entrenched.* + +``` +IOAN: I can't tell whether or not I should be flattered. + +DEAR: It's a good thing. Just keep digging, and we will too. I'll be about, too. Got a few more things to wrap up to finish the current gallery business, but after that, I'm just going to work on this - with you if you don't mind - and try and figure out what's even happening in the clade. Keep in touch, yeah? Ping me whenever? + +IOAN: Will do. *pause* Wait, you're an instance artist, right? + +DEAR: Yeah, why do you ask? + +IOAN: Why don't you fork to work on both at the same time? +``` + +*Dear shrugs, grins, quits. Very lovely fox. Really quite lovely.* + +*No time to dawdle watching Ioan try and figure out up-tree instances, though. Must be getting ready. Quit this instance, flush the server of extraneous crap to guide a little more effectively - yeesh, how old is some of this stuff? Need to re-encrypt a bunch of it anyway - and get ready for some visitors.* + +## 3 (Ketuvim) + +Ioan sat back and rubbed at eir eyes. Time had gone all funny with all this research. + +As with many of eir previous projects, ey tended to fall into a state of free-running sleep patterns and distractedness. Ey would work for a few hours and suddenly get quite tired, nap for what felt like fifteen minutes and wake up three hours later. Then ey'd work for twenty hours straight, neglecting to eat. + +Ey had researched it and entertained the idea that it might be part of some larger sleep disorder, but had put it off as just one of eir (many) neuroses. + +Less than healthy. + +There were never any complaints about the quality or amount of work ey got done while free-running. Ey didn't slip up or stumble, and being methodical got one quite far as a historian and writer. Ey would write the same quality work at the beginning, middle, and end of eir waking periods. + +What it did *not* do, however, was endear oneself to one's housemates. Ioan#tracker quickly grew frustrated, whether or not Ioan#c1494bf used a cone of silence. Ey knew the feeling well. It was a common enough problem when multiple Balan instances stayed in the same house while on projects, and ey was nothing if not a Balan. + +Ey considered digging a new spot for eirself to work, until ey had remembered Dear's invitation. + +So thats how ey had found eirself rubbing eir eyes in front of a simple (if painfully modern) desk in a studio apartment attached to eir...employer's? Friend? Eir friend's (equally modern) house. + +The apartment really was a studio apartment, too: someone --- perhaps Dear --- had used it for painting, and rightfully so. The exterior wall was floor to ceiling glass looking out over that sere prairie. The landscape, Dear's partner had explained, was the work of Dear's sib, Serene; Sustained and Sustaining, 'born' when their ancestor, Dear The Wheat And Rye Under The Stars had forked to explore its twinned interests of forming oneself and the of forming one's surroundings in greater detail. + +Ioan's head spun whenever ey thought about the clade, but the longer ey spent around Dear, the more ey found eirself liking it. Ey was curious to get to meet another Odist. + +If it weren't for the window, opaquable, the apartment would've felt totally like a cell. Simple cot, Desk, and kitchenette. The walls were whitewashed concrete, the floor that same pale hardwood, the fixtures all brushed steel. No doors to the rest of the house, nor even anywhere but outside, no restroom. One was expected to either turn off elimination or do so outside. + +*There's a cheap joke to be made there,* ey had thought, when first moving in. *About Dear lifting its leg against some tree, but I doubt its body ever had that functionality enabled.* + +Ioan shook eir head and rubbed at eir eyes more vigorously. Ey was daydreaming --- eveningdreaming, actually --- and that made em wonder how long ey had been awake. + +"Probably some horrid number of hours," ey mumbled to the wall. + +A sensorium ping, a gentle impinging of Dear upon eir senses, half-sensed words, *"Does the wall reply back often?"* + +Ioan spun around. Dear was standing, prim, dapper as always, at the door through the glass, paws clasped in front of it. + +"Scared the hell out of me!" Ioan blurted. + +Dear's serene smile widened into a grin. *"Sorry, Ioan. I'll wait until after the wall responds, next time."* + +"Jackass." + +*"Foxass,"* Dear corrected, accenting that with an exaggerated swish. *"Have some news. Care to walk with me?"* + +Ioan nodded and stood, "Glad to. Hitting a wall, here." + +The fennec adopted a look of concern, *"Don't hit your friends, Ioan."* + +"Ha ha," Ioan rolled eir eyes. "Something's got you in a state today. Tonight. Whatever." + +*"Tonight."* Dear's smile softened, *"Come on, let's go walk. Storm scheduled in an hour, let's catch all of the nice smells."* + +----- + +It had been long enough that I was thinking of myself as Qoheleth now. I had even begun introducing myself as Qoheleth, whenever I went out, just to try it on for size. + +That I had never gone out was of little concern. + +I liked the sound of it, though. I liked the connotations of 'teacher' and 'gatherer' and 'director of the assembled'. I wanted to feel the way that it felt to be someone different, and I'd found at least a part of that in this name, the name that *I* had chosen for *myself*. I'd not yet taught or gathered, but I was working constantly to attain that. + +And 'Hebel'. Hebel was another name I had picked up. Vain, futile, mere breath. + +Qoheleth's words, in the book they had written so very, very long ago were all about hebel --- or hevel, could never tell which. "This, too, is meaningless," the author had written, after taking a walk down a path in life and exploring. + +That's not how I envisioned the name, though. + +I thought of the two names as signifiers. Thought of the two *sources* of names. + +Qoheleth. That was the name I had given myself out of hope. It was a name of goals and aspirations. It embodied the things that I wanted to do. It took all of my plans and me, as the maker of the plans, and bound them up neatly into a word. A name. A rejection of The Name. + +Hebel was the name I had given myself out of despair. It was a name of self degradation and a way of reminding myself that, lofty as all my goals may be, they were all vanity. Mere breath. + +Together, the names reminded me that I was doing this for a reason. All of these resources, mostly found objects and hand-me-downs accrued over the years (if you never leave your private sim and never publish outside of it, you get surprisingly little), were being built up and strung together into a cohesive goal. A net. + +They, the resources, were all nothing. The reasons were all nothing. + +The whole plan was nothing, except for the truth underlying it. Not to fear God, but to...to something. To get the whole clade to see. My clade. + +My *old* clade. + +I was now Hebel Qoheleth. + +Hebel Qoheleth. + +The old name was dead. I was Hebel Qoheleth. + +----- + +Dear wasn't kidding about the smells. Ioan turned eir sensorium way up in intensity. Ey wondered if Dear's vulpine nose could smell things eirs could not. + +Serene had worked wonders here. The smells, the textures, the raw beauty of the place. It was a fine line that they had walked, too. Any further in one direction and the landscape would have become nearly desolate, more forbidding than natural. Any further in the other direction, though, and it would've been softened too much, would've become too well-tended, or even cartoonish. + +As the two crunched their way through the short, stiff stalks of grass, winding their way around the larger tussocks, Ioan realized that ey was quite taken with the place. + +A ridiculous house in the middle of nowhere, a glittering white fox and its partner, the prairie fading off into downs on one side and stretching out to infinity on the other...It had all seemed so contrived when ey had first visited. Too simple, too one dimensional. Kind of cheap. + +But it was all so well done. So incredibly, skillfully executed. The artistry was in the details. + +Ioan liked it here. + +Ey realized ey had been dawdling, past the comfortable stage of just enjoying the petrichor being washed in before the storm. + +"Sorry, lost in thought." + +*"It's okay,"* Dear said. *"You looked like you needed it."* + +"Hmm? Getting lost in thought? Or getting out of the apartment?" + +Dear shrugged, smiled. + +"Sorry, anyhow. I'm here now, will try not to do that again." Ioan grinned sheepishly. "What did you find out? You seemed almost punchy." + +*"I was, definitely. Still am."* The fox grinned and shrugged again. *"We seem to have found out who our...ah, who our target is."* + +Ioan mulled over the word 'target', searching for a better one. Ey couldn't think of anything better, so ey nodded. "What do we know?" + +*"We know a name, and from there we can find a bit of history, which you may be able to help in filling in."* + +"Names are good! Something other than Qoheleth?" + +*"Other than that, yes, but almost certainly connected, probably the same. Not much more than the name, though. No location, no sightings in ages. Some aging --- or aged --- resources, a name, and some history."* + +Ioan gave an impatient gesture with eir hand. "Well, what's the hold-up?" + +Dear grinned broadly, *"The hold-up is that I want you to feel some of the excitement that I felt on hearing this from down-tree. I want you excited and invested."* + +"I've been working twenty hour days on this, I'm pretty fucking invested." + +The grin turned into a laugh. *"I know you have. My partner's worried about you."* + +Ioan felt eir cheeks flush, "Sorry, I didn't mean to be a bother being up so much." + +*"No, no, we can't hear you or anything. They're just worried because we __don't__ hear you, or hear from you. We both like you."* + +The historian nodded, chastened. + +*"Don't worry about it, Ioan. It's all good."* Dear patted eir shoulder. *"The name, though, the name is the important thing right now."* + +"And the name is?" Ioan's mind raced. Could Dear say the name? Was it the poet, some how miraculously talking through the system? That would be exciting, wouldn't it? + +*"Life Breeds Life, But Death Must Now Be Chosen, of the Ode clade."* + +Ioan froze. + +Dear stopped a few paces in front of em and turned, grinning intently at em while its tail lashed excitedly behind it. + +"They...what?" + +*"Good,"* Dear's grin widened. *"I'm glad I'm not the only one who had to pick their jaw up off the ground."* + +Ioan stuffed eir hands in eir pockets. Brought them back out to press against eir forehead. Crossed eir arms. Returned eir hands to eir pockets. Suddenly anxious. "It's a real the-call's-coming-from-inside-the-house moment." + +Dear tilted its head, ears perked. + +"Never mind. Old trivia." Ioan shook eir head and rocked back on eir heels. "How, though? How'd you get the name?" + +*"A hunch I had, actually, though someone else dug it up."* + +"What was the hunch?" + +*"Signifier."* + +Ioan rifled through eir mental notes on the project. "Signifier...from the first encrypted note? Signifier is the password something something?" + +Dear nodded, *"Hardly anyone uses it anymore, but signifier used to be what we called the names of long-lived branches. It's still used here and there among older clades. I use it now and then, when I can get away with it."* + +"Makes sense, yeah. So they're..." + +*"They're an Odist, yeah. Way, way down-tree. One of the first instances."* Dear's smile faltered, *"We weren't very good at record keeping back then. We aren't really now, to be honest, but the system's better. We...we didn't know that he was still alive."* + +"Didn't know? I thought you all talked to each other. You must, in order to keep the names straight." + +*"Remember, all of our names are chosen from our stanza. I talk with the other nine within my stanza fairly frequently, and we may fill out the stanza before too long."* The fox's expression grew glassy, *"Life Breeds Life...that's the first stanza. They're a conservative bunch. Only know one or two, but I assume that others are out there."* + +Ioan nodded, "So the first stanza were the first forked?" + +*"The first line from each stanza were the first forked, back when it cost to fork. Like, cost real money. Anyway, the first fork of the first stanza must've just been a little more conservative than the rest of us."* + +"I...hmm. May I ask something potentially personal?" + +Dear nodded. + +"The Odists that don't want me digging into this too much, the ones you didn't really tell, are they from that side of the clade?" + +The fox's ears perked, *"To the last, yes. Why?"* + +"How will, er..." + +*"Life Breeds Life, But Death Must Now Be Chosen. Just Life is fine, too."* + +"How will Life react to the search? To me?" + +----- + +I loved this feeling. I loved the feeling of a project getting past the architecture state to that point where you could just start to use it. You'd been writing all of the interfaces and abstract classes and such for weeks and months (or decades, in my case). Then you'd started to fill in all of the inner workings, blocks of code filling out empty pairs of braces. + +And then, one day, you had enough that you could type in a command and see if it actually compiled, ran. + +And then you'd probably buckle down and start writing tests, start pulling together tasks and issues and such. No such luck for me. Old Qoheleth --- I still get a grin every time I say that --- gets to just keep writing until it's time to hit the big green button. There's no testing, there's no explaining if things go wrong. Just go. + +I was actually pretty excited about it. + +You get old, you know? And you can't die in this place. You can suicide, maybe, crash yourself and try to corrupt the merge, and I guess if I were to quit, there'd still be someone to merge with, but they'd be dealing with the same problems. + +No one ever really dies in the system. They just stop. + +And I'm sure one of those will happen to me at some point, and probably sooner rather than later, but until then, I'll just keep going more and more nuts. We all will. All of us old'uns, and then before long all the young'uns too. We gotta see. They all gotta see, but we gotta see, because we're the ones in a position to do something about it. + +I keep using 'we', too, damnit. I'm not part of their damn clade anymore. I don't know which of them are or aren't, either, and I don't think they realize that yet. + +I just need to keep working on what I can. I kicked Node: [67e97446cdbe3a4a3cfd5ebd75b1260f] out into the wild, so they'll probably get there before long. After that, we finish our little game and I get my moment as Qoheleth. I get to be the one to call the assembly together, the one to teach. + +And, since I know they'll get into these nodes, too, I have to add that, no, I don't bear a grudge. There's no ill will. This isn't a "now I'll show them" moment. + +I just need them *invested*. I need them fighting, which is easy, and I need them interested, which is hard. I need them invested in the problem before I stand up and clear my throat, and then I might have the authority, in their eyes, to speak, to teach. + +I got them fighting by saying That Name, and I've got Dear interested. Lovely Dear. + +I just need them all invested. + +----- + +Dear shrugged and turned its back on Ioan. + +The historian stood where ey was and watched as the fox took a few steps further out into the prairie, crossed its arms and stood, staring up into the bruised-looking sky. *"To the second bit, I don't know that it matters. They --- Life, or Qoheleth, or whatever --- are one of us. And even those of us who didn't want any outsiders brought on board are only frowning, looking down their at the thought, not gathering up arms."* + +"And to the first bit?" Ioan pressed. "What do you think they will think of the search?" + +*"What do I think? Or what do I feel?"* + +Ioan scuffed eir foot against the grass. The temperature was dropping out on the prairie. It'd be an inconvenience to have to slosh back to the house if it rained. + +"Both." + +*"I think that they'd probably get a kick out of it. I am, several of the others are, and the ones who aren't just don't care that much or are too angry."* Dear turned back around. Its arms were held tight against it's front though whether from cold or emotion, Ioan couldn't tell. *"As for what I feel, I feel that it's their game. They're the ones running it. But even if it's a game, it's not play. There's no real fun in it, just snarkiness. It's a game they've worked at perfecting."* + +Ioan marveled at the change in Dear, though with these deeper thoughts, ey felt some of the same. + +The fox's smile was weak as it added, *"They have designs. Designs and reasons."* + +Ioan and Dear trudged back to the low block of concrete, a bunker against the storm, as a chill wind swept away the petrichor and brought with it the rain itself. + +## 4 + +Dear's partner had cooked that evening. They were good at it, so Ioan sat with them around the table and tried not to feel like a third wheel. Eating was not a necessity in the system, of course, not by any stretch, and while it was easy to go for months or years without eating, it was something that remained a habit for many of those who chose to upload. Ioan suspected that there was no small amount of hedonism involved in killing one's body to upload to a world beyond scarcity. + +All the same, it was a muted affair. + +Dear and Ioan had made it back to the house just as the first cold sprinkles had started to fall from the sky. Once they'd reached the patio, they took the chance to stand and watch, just out of reach of water, as the weather went from cloudy, through sprinkles and drizzles, to stormy. Ioan focused primarily on the sound, the way ey was able to pick out the individual sounds of droplets striking dry grass during the sprinkles, to the static of the drizzles, to the rush, roar, and whoosh of the storm itself. + +Ey had no idea what Dear was thinking. It stood, watching the rain and shivering. It looked more contemplative, but was somewhere less than sad. Ioan spent a moment sifting for the word, before giving up and guiding the fox back into its house. + +Ioan felt some energy return with the mix of curry and masala and rice. Calories would've been an empty term here, but that's what it had felt like: like eating a hearty meal and regaining strength. Likely, it was just the simple act of going back to where ey had been in the prairie when first heading out there. Engaging with one's sensorium. Maybe that's why the idea of food had been included in the system, after all. + +Dear picked up a little with the food, but not as much Ioan had, nor, perhaps, as much as its partner had hoped, judging by their own apparent anxiety. Dinner was good, but plagued with silences. Even after, as the three sat talking, their conversation was full of nothings. + +It wasn't until they poured some drinks and moved to the couch that Dear began to open up. + +*"I script a lot of my conversations,"* it said, staring into it's 'glass'. All of the glassware in the house was wide-rimmed to make way for a fox muzzle to lap, having little in the way of lips. Ioan felt strange drinking wine from something more akin to a bowl + +Ioan looked up. "Mmm?" + +*"I was just thinking."* It shrugged, giving it's wine a squirl and then a few laps. *"Earlier, when I was sharing that bit about the name with you, I had that all scripted. It was all pulled together in my head. The whole thing. I'd make a few jokes, lead you on, tell you the name, and then we'd bask in the wonder of the truth of it."* + +Ioan nodded, silent. + +*"Just like I spent dinner scripting this conversation."* Dear's partner gave its shin a playful kick. The fox grinned. + +*"It's thoroughly ingrained. I'm pretty sure most people do it, of course. It's just,"* it sighed. *"I had the whole thing scripted and planned, and then you asked questions --- as you are meant to, of course --- and my script collapsed."* + +"I 'went off script', you mean?" + +*"Mmhm."* + +"Sorry about that, I-" + +*"Oh goodness, no!"* Dear laughed, shaking its head, *"I'm trying to apologize here, don't steal my thunder. I just meant to say that you asked good questions and got me thinking, and I wasn't expecting that."* + +"It likes to proclaim," teased Dear's partner. + +*"It's not __not__ true,"* Dear grinned back. *"But anyway, I'm sorry I got all quiet, I didn't mean to put a damper on things."* + +"You didn't, I-" + +*"I did, though. Dinner was like some depressing silent movie."* + +"Don't sulk, fox," its partner said. "Dinner was fine. And let poor Ioan finish." + +Ioan grinned, letting the banter play out before continuing, "All I meant to say was that I worried that I'd offended with one of my questions." + +*"Not at all. I mean, not really."* The fennec furrowed its brow. *"I felt offended, is what I mean to say, when you asked how Life would react to you being a part of this investigation. An unfair reaction, though. Just one from the gut. I was offended because I realized that I'd invited you along on this as some sort of tool. Something I could wave about and say, "See, look what I have!" A tool or a trophy."* + +Ioan looked down into eir wine, taken aback. + +*"Doubly unfair of me, and for that I apologize."* Dear raised its glass. *"So you asked a really good question, actually, because it made me question my own role in this hunt. It made me think of what others would think, me bringing along an amanuensis and historian, which made me think of why I'm doing so.* + +*"And I think the reason for me doing so goes further than even I had planned. I think I have you along as a means of keeping me grounded, of keeping the clade from just doing what the clade has always done yet again, of-"* + +The fox stopped talking suddenly and set its glass down on the table. Its ears were standing erect and its fur bristled down along the back of its neck, hackles raised. + +It looked frantic. + +Ioan looked to Dear's partner, who sent a very faint sensorium ping in response. + +Sensorium message. That was it. + +The message lasted less than a minute before the fox leapt off the couch and dashed off to another room, forking almost as an afterthought along the way. + +The fork turned quickly and paced back to the couch, looking anxious. It didn't seem to be able to sit, and instead kept up that pacing in front of the couch, before its partner and Ioan. + +After a few tense laps, it said, *"Qoheleth just sent me a message."* + +"What?" Ioan rushed to place its glass on the table with Dear's. "You mean Life?" + +*"He asked me to call him Qoheleth, but yes. He sent me a message. Can I pass it on?"* + +Dear didn't wait. The message came in with a flash. + +Highest priority, it came with a rush of adrenaline and a sensation of falling, sudden and intense fear replaced with an incongruously jovial voice. An old voice, almost Santa Claus-y. The contrast made Ioan's bones ache. + +"Hi Dear, this is Qoheleth. Not Life Breeds Life, But Death Must Now Be Chosen, but Qoheleth. I'm glad to see that you've kept this up and gotten this close. Not sending this to deter you, but to cheer you on. I'm going to send you a bit more information --- just you, mind! --- and I want you to get the rest of the clade in on this, see if you can get them working with the same delightful fervor you and Ioan have. + +"So anyway, here's the bone I'm gonna toss. You should be looking at Node: [32c5a64b66d0338be4373d796cf1eae5343f1077]. That'll get you right to my door. May need Gist Node: [0fedcbbb5e9839936ce799ece39fcd49] to help, too, though you already have the key, I think. I expect most, if not all of you, though, you understand? You're lovely, Dear, and I can't wait to see you and your friend, but I'd like to host as much of the clade as I can. + +"I'm really excited for this, and I'm totally looking forward to see you all, yeah?" + +There was a moment's silence, a sense of lingering, and then, "Oh, and thank you, Dear. You've made this a treat. You're the closest one to the thing I'm after, and I'm glad this tickled you as much as it did me. I think you and I both know why, too. + +"Anyway, see you soon, fox. Cheers." + +The relative calm that fell over Ioan signified that the message had ended, and ey slouched back into the couch, eyes wide. + +"Holy shit." + +*"Right? Hold on, don't go anywhere. Going to reduce conflicts while I make the calls,"* the fork of Dear said rapidly, and quit. + +Ioan shook eir head and said again, quieter, "Holy shit." Ey reached for eir glass of wine once more. + +"Bone I'm going to toss, hmm?" mused Dear's partner. "He makes it sound like a game." + +Ioan nodded and watched the fox's partner spin their wine glass by the stem between their two palms, watched the wine creep up the sides from centripetal force. "It showed you, too, then?" ey asked. + +The figure laughed, "Of course. I know I've not been hitting the books or the streets like you two, but I'm still in this. I was the one who pointed it to you." + +Ey nodded, feeling eir cheeks flush, "Of course, sorry. Do you know what he meant by "closest one to the thing I'm after"?" + +"Maybe. I only really have an inkling, though, and I'd rather let Dear explain." + +Ioan nodded again, "That's fair." + +There was an uneasy silence for a few minutes. The two sat on the couch, sipping their wine and mulling over the message. For eir part, Ioan was considering the strange dichotomy of the familiarity with which Qoheleth had addressed Dear --- "see you soon, fox" --- as well as *why* the fact that this seemed incongruous to em. It was difficult to think of Qoheleth as a member of the same clade as Dear, someone with whom Dear shared a root identity, after so long of thinking of this person as someone entirely different. + +Silences have their own rhythms, Ioan knew, so it waited until there came a point where ey could ask, "About all this, do you know much more about the whole name business?" + +Dear's partner looked up, "Who, Qoheleth's?" + +"No, I mean the whole name of the poet." + +"Ah." They shrugged, "Not particularly. I just know it's something the clade has an almost religious fixation on. Most of them, at least." + +"Do you know it?" + +They laughed. "Oh, gosh no. I mean...well, do you know why Dear's a fox?" + +"Why's that?" + +"Because it likes foxes." + +Ioan felt as if ey'd stumbled. Dear's partner laughed. + +"Seriously, that's true. But also, it was an experiment. I don't know The Name because I'm not allowed to know The Name, that much is obvious from the clade's reaction to this whole thing. But I also don't know The Name because I'm pretty sure Dear doesn't even know it. Not anymore." + +"How do you mean? I thought all of the Ode clade knew The Name, kept it secret and close to their hearts or something." + +"Many do, I've been told. And I think that Dear does this too, in its own way. That way means doing its best to forget it and to move on." + +Ioan nodded slowly, "To get to the acceptance stage of grief?" + +Dear's partner nodded. "So it did its best to forget." + +"Is that something that one needs to work on, then?" + +"Have you forgotten anything, recently?" + +"I, well..." Ioan stopped and thought for a moment. It was a difficult question to comprehend, and more difficult to answer. How could ey know whether or not ey had forgotten something by going back through eir thoughts. + +All the same, ey prowled through eir memories. Even just those from the time ey had been spending with Dear. They were jumbled, sure, and lots of impressions, but nothing was forgotten that ey could think of. + +"I'll spare you by passing on some thoughts from Dear," said the fox's mate. "We aren't gifted with eidetic memories when we upload, not by a long shot, but neither can we truly seem to forget anything we do remember, anymore. It's as thought each memory is labeled with a priority level from zero to ten, and when it hits zero, it's forgotten, except the actual scale only goes down to point oh oh oh oh one or something. We can kick it way to to the back of our minds, down the priority list, but we can't forget it. The system won't let us." + +Ioan nodded, realization dawning on em. "So Dear tried to forget, tried to kick that memory all the way to the back of its mind. What does that have to do with being a fox, though?" + +"Know much about exocortices?" + +"Sure, I've got a few up and running for storing long term stuff. Hell, I've got one for this project. Isn't that kind of like forgetting?" + +"Almost, but you can never forget that they exist, can never forget the passphrase, right?" + +Ioan frowned, directing it to eir wine rather than Dear's partner. + +"But exos also need part of your sensorium to match, right? That way you can't just tell someone your passphrase and let them in." + +Ioan nodded. Ey had a hunch of where this was headed. + +"So Dear put The Name into an exocortex, all by itself, and then tried to change its sensorium enough that it couldn't get back in." + +"I see," said Ioan, sipping at eir wine again. It left em parched. "It's a fox because it likes foxes, but that wasn't the goal. The goal was to no longer quite be the same Dear that put The Name into the exo." + +Dear's partner nodded. + +"How did it do that? By forking?" + +Another nod. "Forking and mutating, forking and mutating. You can change your form easily enough, but it's much harder to change your sensorium. I don't even know how many times or tweaks it took. That's how it got into instance artistry, though." + +Ioan nodded, "Damn. That's intense." + +"Dear's an intense fox." Its partner grinned. + +"True enough." + +"It'll be back soon enough. Let me throw a question back at you, in the meantime. What are your thoughts on the last thing Qoheleth said? "I think you and I both know why"?" + +Ioan settled back into the couch with eir wine and thought for a minute or two. "I'm wondering if he was talking about what Dear did to forget the name. On one hand, it sounds like a sort of congratulations. Like, "I'm glad you're able to move on," but after all that talk of all the clade and all of what Dear said earlier, I'm not sure if that's the whole story." + +"How do you mean?" + +"Well, has Dear mentioned to you the more conservative side of the Ode clade?" + +Its partner winced and nodded, "Plenty." + +"It said that Qoheleth is from that conservative side. I wonder if that's not working out well for them." + +"Conservatism?" + +"Yeah. Retaining all of those things from the original Michel Hadje, following a sort of Dispersionista path, but more in letter than in spirit. Dear called them batty." + +"It's called them that to me, too." + +"I'm just wondering if it's right," Ioan said, finishing eir wine. "Maybe they are batty. And getting worse." + +## 5 (Nevi'im) + +Mustering the Odists took surprising effort. + +Qoheleth had said that he would welcome them at any time, and Ioan had thought that this would be easy. + +It was not. + +Some did not want to go, even with a forked instance. These took much persuasion. One did want to go but refused to fork to do so, or to fork at all --- this, above all else, set Dear off: the fox did not take confusion of this sort well --- and so the clade had to work with the one member's schedule. Some wanted to bring others (such as Dear bringing Ioan), and this set off another round of debate, delaying them further. They decided that they would only bring willing participants who had played a role in the project. + +With little to do, Ioan read and waited. Ey read up on the history of the Ode clade. Ey read up on this form of public key encryption. Ey read Ecclesiastes and all ey could about it. Ey read about various mental vagaries and attempted to map them to Qoheleth, Dear, and various members of the Clade which Dear talked about. + +This last was mostly for fun, but ey was also beginning to strategize eir report. Ey wanted to write something very full-fledged, an essay for Dear, and a slightly modified and anonymous version for publication, if the clade would let em. Ey wanted the result to be readable, rather than simply an account of events. Something that would help explain the whys and hows of an older clade in turmoil. A historical document. + +And finally, the day had come, nearly two weeks after deciphering Qoheleth's last message. There had been no further communications from the wayward Odist. He seemed patient enough to wait. + +----- + +Hebel Qoheleth is a patient man. I have time. Enough time, at least. I know I'm gone, I'm a lost cause, but much of the clade still has their faculties about them. Most of them, at least. So long as they act within the decade, I'll be here. Any longer, and we'll risk further degradation. + +It's been two weeks since I pinged Dear --- lovely Dear --- and although it had tried to contact me several times, and pinged countless more, I never responded. I did my part. I called them, got them fighting, got them interested, and I think I got them invested. + +Now, hopefully they will come. + +----- + +The designated meeting point was the prairie in front of Dear's house. Ioan was confused as to why they didn't just meet in Qoheleth's sim, until ey realized that many members of the clade had not met in years or decades, or, in the case of up-tree instances, ever. + +For a family reunion, it was quite stiff and formal, tense. *Probably not the best of circumstances to regather the clade,* Ioan thought. + +Ey focused on eir job as amanuensis. + +Ey was surprised at the variety of the cladists. It made sense, of course, for a Dispersionista clade, but it was the direction in which the differences headed which intrigued em. The most notable difference was the gender presentation ratio. It was heavily skewed feminine. Michel Hadje had been born male, ey remembered, but had never transitioned, yet here was a crowd of primarily women, all similar enough to appear related, but different in their own ways. Kemmer indeed. + +Ioan supposed it was due to the individual preferences that each long-lived fork had gained in its time away from the root of the clade. The remaining Odists who had not changed, or who had changed very little where the ones who Ioan suspected were the less liberal bunch Dear had mentioned. They all looked fairly similar. + +Ioan couldn't help but think that they represented a lot of the various shames and repressions that Michel had held, that everyone held. It was an interesting dissolution strategy. + +There was one other fox, as well. A female fox, similar in many ways to Dear, though with natural coloration rather than the iridescent white fur that Dear maintained. Dear gave her a tight hug and introduced her to Ioan as Serene, the one who had designed the landscape of its property. Ioan liked her at once. + +Michel himself was notably absent, though Dear assured the historian that he was still very much alive. *"He said that, if anyone should remain behind, it was him, as he had started this whole damn thing."* + +Ioan shrugged and nodded. Dear gave a small smile and shrugged as well. + +There were a few tag-alongs, folks immediately identified as out-clade. A few friends, and a few partners, singular and plural. Some who Ioan suspected were like eirself, historians and helpers brought along to witness and record. One of the conservatives (at Ioan's guess, at least) had even brought a reputation analyst along with him, a slight Asian gentleman who introduced himself as Qián Chunyu. + +Dear announced that the party would be leaving in five minutes. + +----- + +Aha! Dear sent a sensorium message. Just a view of a crowd and it announcing that they would be leaving in five minutes. + +I ran a quick count of the crowd I could see within the fox's few and it looks like I'll be expecting the entire clade plus a few here and there --- I can see Ioan next to Dear, there --- in just a few minutes. + +I'm going to shut down all the exits from this room so that there will be less incentive to wander away. I'll make the extents a little bigger, too, in order to fit everyone comfortably. + +This is going to be fun. + +----- + +The room was a utilitarian grey, closer to black than to white, and the illumination was a central light source somewhere above the exact center of the room, looking slightly misted. It was enough to give definition to the room's corners and boundaries, those walls of matte grey, but not a whole lot else. A small pedestal was set a few meters from one of the walls, only a half a meter high. + +A platform? A dias? + +Except for that change, it was the default room created before one added modifications. + +The Odists arrived in clumps of ten or twenty at a time, taking about thirty seconds to arrive in total. A low murmur started up almost immediately. If this meeting had to be called, then perhaps every detail was of the highest importance. + +A man appeared on the platform. + +Qoheleth. + +Ioan wasn't sure how ey knew, just that it was Qoheleth. He was about Dear's height, but a touch heavier, and had affected a greying beard and receding hairline. His clothes were a simple cream tunic and trousers of...was that leather? Atop this, a reddish-brown robe. + +He certainly seemed to have adopted the part of a biblical notable. The murmuring doubled, trebled, and then subsided. + +Qoheleth smiled, and then called out to the group, "Welcome, folks. Good to see, er, most of you again, and I'm sure it'll be pleasant to meet the rest of you later." + +Silence. Part confused, part curious, part angry. + +"I'm Hebel Qoheleth, though some of you remember me as Life Breeds Life, But Death Must Now Be Chosen, of the Ode Clade. For my own reasons, I've chosen to rescind my membership within the Ode clade-" He held up his hands to quell the protests from within the crowd. "I've chosen to rescind my membership within the clade because something is starting to go wrong." + +Iaon looked to Dear. The fox's brow was furrowed and intent. Ey looked from it to the rest of the crowd, studying the expressions. Many of the other outclade individuals were doing the same, confirming Ioan's hunch that they were other amanuenses. The reputation analyst, Chunyu, had positioned himself up near the platform itself and was scribbling notes. + +The conservatives looked stoic. + +Qoheleth continued, "Something is going wrong in many of the old clades, with many of the old uploads. They should probably all hear this, but, even though I'm not a part of you anymore, I still feel the responsibility to tell you all." + +"Why the puzzles?" a voice shouted. + +The older ex-Odist grinned, looking proud. "I had to get you interested and involved to get all of you here. I had to make you all think that there was more going on than just an old man convening a meeting." + +Grumbles greeted this. + +"It worked, didn't it?" Qoheleth smirked, then went on. "So, on to why I called you all here, hmm? Lets get to the good stuff. Or the bad stuff, really. + +"There's a bit of a problem going on with the older uploads and their clades. It's a small one now, but I think it'll just get worse and worse over time. + +"Actually, it may not be a problem with the uploads at all, but a problem with the system. I'll cut right to it: the problem is forgetting and aging. We can't forget. We never age. We're stuck. We never grow." + +Dear was nodding. + +"Maybe some of you feel the wrongness in this, but I'm worried that it's too few of you. I called you here to teach you why this is a problem." Qoheleth ignored the indignant sounds from the audience and kept going, seemingly in a rhythm. "It feels good to be forever young, to be forever ourselves. But even if the physical and biological origins of aging have been obviated by the system, by being digital, the need to age and change is still there. It's a need backed by sanity and diversity rather and biology. + +"Sanity drives the need because we can't forget. Maybe some of you have figured out ways to intentionally forget, but forgetting needs to be an organic process. It needs to be something that happens to us, not just something that we choose to do. All we can do is ignore, now, but even so, that just drives us further from sanity, over time. It's a limitation of the system applied to our sensoria, our minds." + +Qoheleth seemed to be gaining confidence, talking louder and more fluently as he went. "Diversity, because we need to change more than just our shapes and our memories. All of us here, all of the Ode clade gathered today, are still essentially Michel Hadje. I don't see him here, and that's fine. His choice. But we're all still him. All hundred of us, all of our short-lived instances, all of our secret long-lived instances we didn't name after the Ode." + +Dear briefly splayed its ears, managed its embarrassed reaction, and then straightened up again. Ioan saw several others do the same, all of the more liberal bent. Ey smiled. + +"It's not enough that we make nations out of individuals, we need to change beyond our root ancestors, if we're to survive. We need to breed, to produce more individuals. We can't keep relying on those who can afford to upload from offline for change. We need to forget at the very least," He pounded his fist against his palm with these last syllables. "Or perhaps we need to learn how to die again." + +The silence was intent. Ioan made a note to eirself, *Impressive. He has them hooked. All the way. Almost all of them except the conservatives.* + +"That's why I posted The Name. That's why I gathered you here today. I'm telling you, we need to fix this, and I have some ideas as to how-" + +Ioan missed the cue, if there was one, but with eir eyes locked on the stage, ey didn't miss the action. + +At the mention of the name (and perhaps that was the only cue that was needed), Chunyu hoisted himself up on the stage, withdrew a syringe from his pocket, and slammed it into Qoheleth's back. + +Then he quit. + +Qoheleth had time to let out a soft "hah," sounding bemused, and then began to artifact and jitter on the stage. The death lasted perhaps five seconds, as the old man's internals struggled against the intrusion of the virus, before he crashed, disappearing from sight much as the assassin had. + +By the time Ioan looked around the room, the conservatives had left or quit. + +Ruckus and uproar were too strong of words for what happened with the remaining audience. There were a few scattered shouts, mostly of surprise, but primarily just concerned murmurings. For its part, Dear stamped a foot and began to pace in the small space it had, tail lashing behind it. + +"What just happened?" Ioan whispered to the fox when it came close. + +*"One of the conservatives took a bet."* + +Ioan didn't press further. + +----- + +I have them! I really, finally, truly have them all here! + +I don't know that I have them all hooked, but I did it. I set my mind in motion by will alone. I count those who weren't hooked. Mostly first and second stanzas, mostly like me. How did they go so wrong, though? I'm a first-stanza instance. First stanza, second line, even, and I didn't turn out so bad. + +Well, okay, I turned out kinda messed up, but only because I suffered the same fate that they all would, perhaps were already, only I suffered it a little bit earlier. I started going bonkers from the sheer amount of stuff in my head. I started living too long, living my Methuselah life while still having a mind like a steel trap. Nothing was getting out of my head. Nothing *could* get out of my head. It just wasn't possible in the current system. + +I have grand plans. Grand plans of organizing a petition among all the old clades, with the Ode clade leading and me leading them in turn. A petition to the system engineers to hire some damn developers again and stop treating this like abandonware that still runs. Get some devs in there and add the ability forget and the ability to die. Hell, maybe even the ability to breed. The word's even in my name, my old name, for chrissakes. + +As I continue through my spiel, I can tell I'm hooking the liberals, the later stanzas, most of all. Dear's sold completely, I can see it on its face, fox or no. Can see it on Dear's other fox sib. Dear's whole stanza. + +The conservatives are harder to read. The whole lot look blank and stoic. They just stand there, with their historians and their analyst --- the flash of his stylus as he scribbles notes in shorthand keeps distracting me. I power through, though, because it was working. + +It's working, because I am Qoheleth. I am the teacher, I am leading the assemblage. I am instructing them in the dangers they face, telling them what's going on in forceful, no-nonsense terms. + +And then I fuck up. I knew it as soon as I did it, too. I said something about The Name. I got too proud and started going into my whys. I shouldn't have done that at all. It'd lose me the conservatives. They, more than others, guarded that dumb name more jealously than all the rest. + +I try to keep going to cover up my mistake, but there's that damn analyst, pulling himself up onto my stage. *My* stage. It takes only a moment before I figure out what is going to happen, but by then it's too late. + +The damn analyst's hand slaps into my back, and there's a sudden, searing pain. The only noise I can manage is a sort of strangled laugh at my own foolishness. My insides start to crumble. + +Maybe I was Hebel after all. Vain, futile. Mere breath. + +Havel havalim 'amar qoheleth, havel havalim, hakol havel. + +Fuck. I was so close. + +I'm glitching. Can see bits of myself spreading out. + +So close. + +Tunnel vision, blackness. + +So close. + +----- + +After the assassination, with no one to lead them and no reason to be there, the rest of the Odists and their friends left. Dear's pacing wound down, and it eventually stopped, shoulders sagging. + +It paused, and then turned to Ioan, *"Come on, let's go back."* Then it turned and addressed some others near by, primarily from the same stanza, by the historian's guess. *"Any of you are welcome, too."* + +It was Ioan, Dear, Serene, and Praiseworthy --- the first line of the stanza and down-tree instance from Dear --- who wound up back at the house. They entered the sim about twenty meters from the house, where Ioan had originally arrived, and trudged slowly up to the house. + +Dear's partner greeted them at the door, silent. Perhaps Dear had sent ahead a message, for the individual mostly stayed out of the way of the four. They disappeared and returned shortly with mugs of coffee. + +The four witnesses slumped into the couch, Dear and Serene leaning against each other, and Dear's partner settled on a stolen dining-room chair before them all. + +"So," they said, finally. "What happened?" + +*"One of the conservatives played their hand. He brought along an assassin, and as soon as Qoheleth revealed his reasoning for revealing The Name, the assassin acted and then quit. My guess is that Qoheleth hadn't forked and won't be heard from again, and that Chunyu, the assassin, was a fork who will 'mysteriously' experience some problems merging back. No culpability for its #tasker or #tracker instance."* + +"Ah..." + +Silence fell on the group again. + +Ioan waited for one of those ebbs in the rhythm of the silence before clearing eir throat. "Perhaps it's too soon, but may I ask after everyone's well being? Their thoughts on the matter?" + +Serene shook her head. Praiseworthy offered, "I'm not surprised, really. Not happy, but not surprised." + +Ioan turned to Dear. "You alright?" + +It was a moment in responding, before it nodded. *"I'm with Praiseworthy. I'm not surprised, but not happy. Kinda pissed, actually,"* it said, smiling sardonically. *"That was short-sighted of them, though, because I have a hunch that Qoheleth was right."* + +"Right?" + +*"About the need to age, to die. About forgetting."* + +"Does this have anything to do with you trying to forget The Name?" + +Dear shot a grin at its partner, *"You two get along, I see. Yeah, it does. I think I did it, too, unless there's some association I missed. Can't remember it for the life of me."* + +"You'll have to tell me how you did that, sib," Serene laughed. + +*"Later, yeah. I think Qoheleth was right, though. We need forgetting. We need breeding and change and death."* + +"So how do you feel about the assassination?" Ioan asked. + +*"I'd prefer that not be the only means of death, of course. Perhaps the primary way should be through...ah, suicide is not the best word, but it's what I mean. Through choice, just like Qoheleth's old name."* + +Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen. + +Ioan nodded. + +*"It's like I said. Batty. They're all batty."* It stared at its paws, one of them brushing through its sib's forearm fur. *"It's like some sort of Methuselah syndrome, or reverse Alzheimer's. Instead of being doomed for forget, we're doomed to remember. Doomed to remember everything. We can't forget, and it all gets to be too much for one mind."* + +"What about exos?" + +*"Exocortices are a fix, but an iffy one. You're still stuck with the knowledge that they exist, and their inventory. That's why I can't forget __that__ The Name exists, or that there's an exo containing it which I can't access. Not unless I go through the whole shitty process again --- sorry, Serene, it wasn't pleasant --- with that bit of knowledge, and then what? I'll have the knowledge that I have an exo that I can't access pointing to something of dire importance."* + +Ioan shifted, leaning forward to rest eir elbows on eir knees, eir chin in eir hand. Ey sipped eir coffee as ey thought. + +Serene piped up next, "I get what you're saying, Dear, but I don't want to die. I don't want you to die, either." + +Dear's partner, frowned. "Neither do I, fox." + +The fennec laughed and shook its head, ears flopping about. *"Trust me, I don't either. I don't think many people do. I just think we need death, or something like it, as part of the system."* + +"Something like it?" asked Praiseworthy. + +*"We need a way for an individual to end. We also need a way to create new individuals. Qoheleth called it breeding, but it could just as easily be a way of ending one individual and having them live on as another."* + +The others nodded. Silence once more. + +Finally, Dear gave a lopsided smile, *"Perhaps that's my next project."* + +----- + +Ioan Balan#tracker chose a blithe-theirs merge strategy in this particular instance, when Ioan#c1494bf finished the project and quit. They chose together, actually. #c1494bf requested it, and #tracker agreed. + +There was one more sensorium chat after that, between Ioan#tracker and Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled. Ioan thanked Dear profusely for the opportunity and experience. Dear cried and made Ioan promise to come back --- *"your wall will miss you"* --- to which Ioan readily agreed. + +Ey would, ey was sure, but for now, ey needed a bit of distance to sit and think and remember and write. Maybe not remember --- ey couldn't forget. To mix the thoughts around. To understand. + +Ey moved out to eir favorite Adirondack chair on the deck with pen and paper. Ey spent a moment thinking back on Dear and Qoheleth, another moment savoring the heft of the pen and the texture of the paper, and then began. + +> A few weeks ago, I awoke to an urgent message. +> +> I don't really like those, the sensorium messages... diff --git a/_posts/2016-12-26-assignment.md b/_posts/2016-12-26-assignment.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..150cacb --- /dev/null +++ b/_posts/2016-12-26-assignment.md @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +--- +layout: post +title: "Assignment" +description: Ioan Balan is a historian and blogger assigned to research a flash-cult. Things go sideways, and he's left with more story than expected. +img: # Add image post (optional) +tags: [Post-Self, Short Story, Rated G] +author: # Add name author (optional) +--- + +The feeling of an instance merging state back with the tracker would never NOT make Ioan Balan#tracker uneasy. It wasn't the differences in experiences, those could be anticipated, so much as the tiny changes in identity that resulted. Having to internalize a slightly different version of yourself was too close to experiencing a doppelgänger. Or perhaps hanging with a sib, fresh home from a semester abroad. + +Ioan#tracker had never been abroad, had no siblings. Just new memories. + +Ey set aside eir work --- a simple bit of nothing for a blogging organization that really didn't matter but nonetheless offered some reputation --- and sat back to deal with the squirming, greasy feeling of the merger. + +----- + +Ioan Balan#{{ page.instance }} was forked on suggestion of one of Ioan#tracker's friends as a way to inspect and experience life among a flashcult. Although the lifespan of the group was likely to be measured in months, or even weeks, Ioan figured it was a worthwhile investigation. Ey had an investigative journalism gig that could use a story like this. + +The forking had gone quite according to plan. Ioan#tracker had no reason to expect otherwise, of course, and when the instance was rendered in front of em, the two shared a perfunctory handshake and went over notes one last time before the instance headed out to catch transit to as close to the flashcult as ey could get. + +\#{{ page.instance }} took little time to settle into life among the cultists. Ioan was affable, likable. It was part of why ey had found the work of an investigative journalist easy, and why ey had quickly gone from low to high reputation in the field. The problem ey kept running into was boredom, rather than burning out. + +----- + +Ioan#tracker was left feeling let down, as ey perused what ey had been left of #{{ page.instance }}'s state. Ey used a fairly standard, off-the-shelf algorithm to cut down on the sheer amount of state ey would have to sift through to gain something from the instance's brief --- ey checked the date --- three weeks, two days of existance. It was enough to gain most of the knowledge and a good portion of the emotional and intellectual slices from the state, which was all ey needed for eir work. A full merge would've taken too long, and may have even been counterproductive: ey needed an amanuensis, not a recording device, for eir reporting. + +The 'assignment', such as it was, had been fairly straightforward, and Ioan#tracker had expected little of interest from the state dump. The flashcult was strange, but not too out of the ordinary, so ey sped up eir perusal, skimming. + +A sharp jolt of fear. + +A pain that stretched from physical to existential. + +EOF. + +Ioan#tracker sat up straighter, brow furrowed. Ey skipped back through a few chunks of state to where ey had started to get bored. + +----- + +The flashcult was strange, but not too out of the ordinary. Ioan#{{ page.instance }}, with no journalistic duties, found eirself getting into the swing of things with ease. + +It was a sort of weird vacation, performing weird rituals that slowly began to make a weird sort of sense, knowing that at some weird moment, ey would either get too bored and quit or receive a SIGTERM. When ey caught the signal, ey would either have have to acquiesce and quit right then, find a place to step aside and quit, or risk crashing. But mostly lots of loafing around. + +As work, being an amanuensis was merely inoffensive. Not super interesting, kind of relaxing, and maybe something interesting would happen that eir tracker could turn into a story. + +It was during one of the rituals --- a call-and-response prayer wherein the members seemed to be working on memorizing progressively longer digits of numbers --- when the co-cultist beside em let out a soft sigh that turned into a quiet giggle. + +Then she turned to em, grinned beatifically, and winked. Winked! + +Ioan#{{ page.instance }} watched her raise her hand and call the ceremony to a halt, saying almost dreamily, "I found them." + +Faced turned toward em, all smiling that same, kind, peaceful smile. Ey sat dumbly, looking from face to face. "I...yes?" ey managed. + +"You're the one," a voice chimed in. + +Another added, "The reporter. You're the reporter." + +There was a thrill of fear that ran up #{{ page.instance }}'s spine. It had never been a strictly undercover operation, but neither had ey been forthcoming about why ey were there in the first place. + +Ioan#{{ page.instance }} lifted eir hands from eir lap, palms up in a placating fashion. "Well," ey began. "I am a reporter, no denying, but I'm not here on offic-*urk!*" + +There was a sharp blow to the back of eir neck, knocking em flat to the ground, then a weight settling solidly onto eir back. One of the other members had sat on em. + +"Congrats, Ana," said the cultist on eir back. + +"Three weeks and a day, getting better," another grinned, and others soon chimed in, reaching in to shake hands with the young woman who had originally pointed em out. + +Ioan#{{ page.instance }} picked out the face of the lector in the crowd, an older person of indeterminate sex who had always struck em as rather vacuous. It was a difficult task, from eir viewpoint on the ground, and since all the adherents wore identical clothing, there were few clues. + +"This is the tenth iteration. As we discussed before you arrived, we'll tell you, now." + +The fear continued to well within #{{ page.instance }}, growing in intensity. + +----- + +Ioan#tracker set eir usual algorithm aside for the merger, requesting that the entirety of the instance's state, from that last ritual on, be merged with em. It wasn't the first time ey had done such a thing, but it was still rare enough for em to do so that ey had to look up how. Despite eir career depending on it, ey had never been all that good at the whole dissolution thing. Ey never even figured out how to name eir instances, relying instead on the random string of digits that the system generated for em. + +Once that had been organized, ey moved out onto the wrap-around deck and settled into one of the Adirondack chairs out there. Such things, ey suspected, were built primarily for thinking. + +Ey closed eir eyes, and let memories wash over em. + +----- + +The fear continued to well within #{{ page.instance }}, growing in intensity. + +"We're practicing, you see." The lector paced a slow circle around Ioan#{{ page.instance }} as they went on. "We start something interesting, wait for a reporter, and find them out. That's what we're practicing. Finding out who's watching, who's the reporter." + +Ana giggled once more, "It's a class, get it? An experiment, a dissection. You're the subject." + +The lector nodded and, having completed their circuit, leaned down to meet #{{ page.instance }}'s wide-eyed gaze. "And now we've got it reliably under a month. Time to make it known. What's your branch name?" + +"Ioan Balan#{{ page.instance }}," ey stuttered. "Bu-but why are you...what are...why are you doing this?" + +"We're looking for reliable ways to find out the reporters because," they paused, withdrawing a syringe from the billowy sleeve of their tunic. "Because some day we may not want to be seen." + +That wellspring of fear turned to a geyser. + +In the system, there was no real need for an actual syringe, so they had taken on a new, codified meaning of something that would modify an instance in some core fashion. Intent was thick in the air, so Ioan#{{ page.instance }} had no doubt that this was some sort of destructive virus. + +"Wait," ey gasped, finding eir breath coming in ragged, erratic bursts. + +There was no time to continue with mere words, only a hoarse shout. Eir fear spiked beyond what it felt ey were capable of containing as ey watched the hand bearing the syringe slide calmly toward them to efficiently slip the needle behind eir ear. + +Eir final thought before eir instance crashed was surprise at just how much it hurt to die. It was a pain that spread from eir head through eir body, from the physical reality of the sim to some existential plane. + +----- + +Ioan#tracker found eirself clutching at the arms of the deck chair, eir own breathing shallow and fast. Ey felt some of the same fear that eir instance had felt. + +What should ey do? + +A quick search showed ey couldn't turn over the instance. Little was actually 'recorded' in a useful fashion that any sort of authorities (such as there were) could use. The instances were eirs and eirs only. Ey certainly didn't want to confront the cultists, either as emself or through an instance. Ey didn't know how to change eir instances like some others did, so ey would just look like Ioan#{{ page.instance }} back from the dead. + +Ey realized that all ey could really do was what ey knew how to do best. + +Be a reporter. + +It was what the cult wanted, but ey felt the words and experiences stirring within em already. Hell, it's what *ey* wanted, too. + +Finally, an interesting assignment. diff --git a/_posts/2017-01-23-apres-un-reve.md b/_posts/2017-01-23-apres-un-reve.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c86cc4c --- /dev/null +++ b/_posts/2017-01-23-apres-un-reve.md @@ -0,0 +1,192 @@ +--- +layout: post +title: "Apr\xE8s un r\xEAve" +description: A young woman reluctantly goes through with the uploading procedure, risky though it is, to reconnect with her lover. +img: # Add image post (optional) +tags: [Post-Self, Short Story, Rated G] +author: # Add name author (optional) +--- + +> *Dans un sommeil que charmait ton image +> Je rêvais le bonheur, ardent mirage, +> Tes yeux étaient plus doux, ta voix pure et sonore, +> Tu rayonnais comme un ciel éclairé par l'aurore;* + +Echoes of Grace singing, memories and emotions, clashed with the doctor's words. "I know you've signed the waivers, but I need a verbal confirmation. Do you understand this?" + +Sylvie nodded. It was strange not to feel her hair, always so frizzy and buoyant, not following the motion a scant second too late. + +"The uploading process will be fatal and irreversible. There is some risk, about one and a half percent, that it won't work." The doctor paused and picked up a pen. She added, "Won't work after the point where your body will have died, that is. Do you understand?" + +A swallow, dry, and another nod. "What will happen in that case?" + +"Your family will receive a payout of ten million francs CFA. Your body will not be available for a burial, unfortunately." The doctor looked abashed. "The results of the process are --- ah, not pretty." + +"I understand." + +"One last bit, then. After the uploading process, successful or not, your blood, organs and tissue will be donated --- or, well, sold --- to a tissue bank in central Africa. Your family will receive ten percent of this, and the Centre the other ninety. This is to help defray the cost of the process." + +Sylvie thought for a moment, rubbed her hand over her smooth-shaven head. "About how much will that be?" + +"The cut to your family?" The doctor fiddled with her pen, twirling it across delicate dark fingers. "Lately, we've been getting about a hundred million francs, so again, about ten million. Not a bad payout, hmm?" + +Not bad indeed. Sylvie had little love for her family, minus her brother, so the payout wasn't a huge incentive, as it was for others. She just hoped Moussa wound up with a chunk of it. + +Unlikely, given her mother. + +She nodded her assent. + +"So then. Your surgery is scheduled in one hour. You have fifteen minutes before prep, which means fifteen more minutes to back out if you should choose. I'm going to head back to the team and leave you be to think this over." The doctor gestured to her right, "Dial zero on the phone on the desk if you wish to cancel." + +The doctor stood and leaned forward, offering her hand. Sylvie lifted herself out of her chair and accepted the handshake, feeling as though she needed to be careful of those delicate fingers. The grip was strong, though. + +As the doctor slipped out of the room, Sylvie settled back into the chair. She closed her eyes against the sight of all the posters advertising the procedure. "Upload today!" they said. "Experience a life beyond need!" they promised. "Work without pressure! Fork at will!" they hollered. Everything was so loud, so loud. + +She had them all memorized, anyway. Right now, she just wanted quiet. She just wanted to think of Grace. + +Grace with her silvering hair. + +Grace with her fair and smooth skin. + +Grace with her liquid laughter and lovely singing. + +They’d fallen in love within months, and shared only a scant few years together before being separated again. An impenetrable boundary of distance, of emulated sensorium and embodied flesh. + +Grace's decision hadn't been Sylvie's. Uploading, the thought of uploading, made Sylvie's skin itch and eyes ache. To be removed from this world and sent to another, to the System, didn't appeal to her. + +It did appeal to Grace. + +Grace with her failing voice. + +Grace with her deteriorating coordination. + +Grace with her pain, her depression. + +For Grace, it was a way to escape her body. That body that Sylvie loved so much, and was a prison to Grace. A voluntary procedure --- "Help combat overpopulation!" the posters howled --- but also a way to neatly sidestep the MS slowly claiming her body and mind. + +After the upload, Grace had communicated with Sylvie through text, through mails sent to her terminal which she'd pour over at work. She begged Sylvie. *Come join, come upload,* she said. *The posters, they're all true, they're all right.* + +The thought *still* made her skin itch and her eyes ache, but all the same, she kept dreaming of Grace. Dreaming of softer eyes, of a voice more sonorous. Her Grace shining like the dawn. + +So she'd relented. + +> *Tu m'appelais et je quittais la terre +> Pour m'enfuir avec toi vers la lumière, +> Les cieux pour nous entr'ouvraient leurs nues, +> Splendeurs inconnues, lueurs divines entrevues,* + +Sylvie's mind was filled with Fauré, with that rolling, lilting theme. With Grace's voice. + +"We're going to keep you awake, okay? We need to, in order to tell when the upload is complete, but you'll under local anesthesia. It'll make you feel a little dreamy, may have visual disturbances." The doctor's smile was kind. "Some report it to be enjoyable." + +"Okay. How long will the upload take?" + +"The procedure will be about forty five minutes to prep you for upload, and then the upload will happen in two stages," the doctor said. "You'll be uploaded to a local node at our center, which will give you access to a waiting room of sorts for the System proper. The upload to the System will take several hours --- it's a lot of data, you understand --- so the waiting room will usually have you fork and the copy will be uploaded." + +"Create a copy of myself and let that be uploaded while I watch," she murmured. Sylvie thought for a moment, "What about the copy that remains?" + +"It's free to quit, like a program on your terminal quitting. But they --- the, ah, sysadmins --- usually request that it stay around in case the upload to the System gets interrupted for some reason." + +"And what will I feel if things go wrong?" + +The doctor hesitated, looked to her team. It was another team member, a man with a thick French accent, who responded. "We don't really know. The local node will pick up on it and alert us. Death just looks like death to us." + +Sylvie nodded. Tried to nod, at least. She was firmly strapped down. "Alright." + +There was a pinprick at the crook of her elbow. A feeling of coolness spread up her arm, into her chest. A tightness, there, and then a tightness along her neck. A brief moment of panic as she tried to flex her fingers. + +"Starting the neuromuscular blocker. This will paralyze your voluntary muscles, so don't panic about the feeling," the anesthesiologist mumbled, distracted. He tapped her forearm, sending a pins-and-needles flash through the right half of her body. "But it doesn't numb you. That will be the next one, the anesthetic." + +Sylvie attempted to speak, but only managed a grunt of assent. + +The anesthesiologist nodded, "Good. Here it comes, then." + +The coolness was replaced with a comfortable warmth. + +Not warmth, she realized. Nothingness. Floatingness. Leaving-the-earth-ness. Gone-ness. + +"Sylvie, can you hear me? You won't be able to speak or blink or nod, but can you try and take two quick breaths? It may be difficult. We'll intubate if necessary." + +Sylvie obeyed. Or thought she did, at least. She couldn't tell if the breaths were actually happening. It seemed to be enough for the anesthesiologist, whose shadow across her vision bowed and stepped out of sight. + +Time wandered. + +Voices rang with the tenor of bells, though she could still understand them. Surgeons talking to technicians. + +A dull, basso organ note of something grinding, her vision vibrating, blurring the sight of the light above the bed. + +The light took the form of Grace, and Sylvie more readily gave in to the effects of the drug. + +Grace with her angelic smile. Grace lifting her up, away from the earth. Grace running, running into the ring of that surgeon's lamp. Clouds, clouds parting. + +The organ note screamed up through several octaves. + +Calm, ringing voices. + +That yearning song tinkling through her mind. She was unable to tell whether it came from herself, or from one of the techs. Or maybe from Grace. *Dans un sommeil que charmait ton image...* Tinkling and flowing. Rocking. Drunken. Drunken on dreams. + +Minutes fled by. Hours. Days, perhaps. Always, in front of her, her angel. Pure white skin that contrasted beautifully against her own, cream spilled in coffee. Always lifting her up. How far did they have to go? + +Grace was drifting away from her, receding. + +The light flared in intensity. Somehow became black. A shining blackness amid a field of more blackness. + +Tugging, pulling. + +Prying. + +A snap. + +A sense of wrongness, of gravity. + +Falling away. Layers of self peeling back, each successive shedding revealing something more raw, more primal. Molting. The boundary between her Self and the blackness complicating, fraying, fading. + +Grace was gone, too, faded to nothing. + +*Come back!* Sylvie shouted into the nothingness. Her fists, raw and exposed to their very core, to the concept of Fist sans physical representation, pounded at the blackness. Pounded at herself. + +*Come back! Come back! Grace!* She wailed. Screamed. Sobbed. + +*Grace...* + +A whisper against building chords, Grace's sweet voice. + +> *Hélas! Hélas! triste réveil des songes +> Je t'appelle, ô nuit, rends moi tes mensonges, +> Reviens, reviens radieuse, +> Reviens ô nuit mystérieuse!* + +The team stood still. There was no written protocol as to what one should do while the local node processed the upload, but they always remained silent. The doctor held her breath every time. + +A small pinging noise. The local readout flashed red. + +Shoulders sagged around the room. + +"Error in processing upload." The tinny speaker sounded impersonal. Perhaps it was designed that way to play down the loss. "Irrecoverable data corruption. Please check all contacts before continuing or contact System support for a technician for a full rig inspection." + +"Well." The anesthesiologist's voice, so human, contrasted with the words from the speaker. "That's that, then." + +"That's that," the doctor echoed. She sighed and backed away from Sylvie's body. It was empty, now. A husk. "I'll start the paperwork and call her family and the insurance company. Get the payout processed as soon as possible." + +The other team members nodded. None of them looked happy. + +"Go on, get her cleaned up and sent to the handlers." She trudged out of the room slowly, her feet dragging. Pulling off her gloves, one by one, she added, "At least someone will get something out of this. Alas." + +Prayers began around the corpse. + + diff --git a/_posts/2017-05-08-the-fool.md b/_posts/2017-05-08-the-fool.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..47e13be --- /dev/null +++ b/_posts/2017-05-08-the-fool.md @@ -0,0 +1,344 @@ +--- +layout: post +title: The Fool +description: A student and a motherly badger explore questions of identity through a tarot reading. +img: # Add image post (optional) +tags: [Sawtooth, Short Story, Furry, Rated G] +author: # Add name author (optional) +--- + +The badger looms over a small table, the short sleeve of her smock tugged down toward the table by a glass candy thermometer. A deck of colorful cards rest neatly stacked on its surface. + +Contrary to expectations, the room is bright and spacious. No hint of incense or dark velour drapes, just a simple living room in a simple home, a simple badger and some simple cards. She can't be older than fifty, and she's of a more motherly bent than a mystical one. + +*More motherly than my mother, at least*, I think. *More earthy and far less mystical.* + +"Tell me about your day, Avery," she begins, and as I speak, she shuffles a worn deck of cards, nodding along with me. She draws cards yan tan tethera, and lays them face up on the table with a casual slowness that does little to distract from my words. Still, my language is stilted, and I find myself tracing the edges of the table with my gaze or watching her paws rather than making eye contact. + +"Now," she says when I trail off to an uneasy silence. The badger, the table and cards, a bright room with motes in afternoon sunbeams; an image more meaningful than I anticipated. And me --- dingy clothes draped over a broad frame I never wanted --- out of place. "Here are three cards. Look, and tell me the first thing you notice." + +"Notice?" I ask. I sound dubious even to myself. + +"Notice," she confirms. "What do you see? When you look at the cards, what jumps out at you? Colors, motions, angles and lines. What do you see?" + +I stare at the badger. She stares back, then lets out a kindly laugh and gestures down at the cards. + +Three cards, laid out in a line. I move my stare to those, more bewildered than anything, trying to pick out singular things. "From each of them? One at a time?" + +She shrugs, smiling not unkindly. + +*Odd,* I think. *How such a small task could feel overwhelming.* + +I puff out a breath of air, whiskers bristling, and tap at the first card. "Well, this one's upside down, for starters. The, uh...Page of Wands." Digging through memories, I try, "A page is like a squire or something, right? Someone who helps a knight?" + +"Yes, a young person, someone in training." She grins and nods down to the remaining stack of cards. "There are knights in the deck, too, but that's for another time." + +Whiskers still canted forward, I nod and hesitate for a moment. "So, what does it being upside down mean?" + +"You tell me." + +I roll my eyes. Still, she sounds kind rather than petulant or snide, so I think about upside-down cards. Upside-down figures, upside-down and tipped over, upset in the literal sense of the word. Upside-down meanings. Meanings inverted, reversed, turned over. + +"I think I see." I intend it as the beginning of a sentence, but seeing the badger's smile widen, I leave it at that. I shut out the other cards, focus on the Page. "In training, hmm? They looks like they're investigating or contemplating. The, uh...I guess the wand. The wand is the only thing growing, the only thing with green in the entire scene." + +"Learning about life. Investigating growth." The badger nods, but neither confirming nor sage. Simply agreeing. "But reversed." + +"Not learning?" At this, I sense her expression close down. It's not a visible thing; it's a sensation of her movement of thought being put on hold. "Not...not doing anything with learning, perhaps?" + +The badger nods. I can see the clip on her thermometer holding it to the over-washed fabric, see beads of sugar still clinging to glass, bobbing with her movements. "Wands are for beginnings, for doing. Or perhaps activating is better." She sets a paw next to the card. "This Page --- a bear, maybe? I've never figured that out --- is learning, but not moving, not beginning. There is knowledge, but no decision." + +"Activation energy!" I blurt, and, seeing questions in her eyes, continue. "Like in chemistry. It's dorky, but there has to be enough energy for an electron to jump from one sphere to the next; it just sits there otherwise. It needs the proper amount of activation energy to get going." + +Questions turn to understanding, but her gaze stays locked on mine, waiting. + +"I don't have the energy." + +"Perhaps not. Or perhaps you do, but you're --- you or something within you --- is not letting it reach the activation. The energy may be there, but blocked." + +I have to restrain myself from a snide smile. A reaction to my mom's mysticism, maybe. To crystals and blocked energy. In the badger, though, I sense only earnestness. "Energy as in will? Purpose?" + +She shrugs. My choice, apparently. + +"Everything's yellow in the card--" + +"Energetic color, yellow." + +"--yellow except for the black of the salamanders on their coat-thing." + +She nods, murmurs down to the card, "His creations, perhaps. How many full ones do you see?" + +I lean closer, nudging glasses further up my blunt snout. "Two, maybe three out of a dozen or so." + +"If the card were upright, those other ones would be creations yet to happen." Her voice carries knowledge, and more authority than she's shown yet. "Reversed, that becomes flipped around. It could be creations abandoned, or it could be things you're afraid to start. + +"These cards named after people or titles --- the page, the knight, the king, the queen --- they're sometimes about people. Maybe this card's about you. Or they all could be. Maybe--" + +I smirk, nod my head toward the second card. "So I'm the fool?" + +"Maybe they're just facets of yourself." She finishes, returning my smirk. + +Thus chastened, I look at the second card. "Okay, well, there's a dog, one of those breeds with short fur, though it doesn't look like any of the dogs I've met. He's--" I catch myself, seeing androgyny in the dog's features and tamping down the yearning for my own. "They're stepping toward the edge of a cliff, with a little spirit thing dancing at their feet. They have one of those sticks with a bag tied to the end, but their tunic thing is what has me thinking. It's all growing things." I lean in closer and add, "And little splashes of water. Green and blue with flowers on navy." + +We sit in silence for a moment while I think about the card more. + +"There's a good balance of colors, come to think of it. More than the Page, at least. Blue and green and red and yellow." I hesitate, staring at the lean canine muzzle: the balance continues there, masculine and feminine, hard and soft, focused and uncaring. I say nothing, and wonder why. + +The older woman nods slowly. "It's a fancy shirt, no denying. It'd look good on you." + +I laugh, to which she looks up, smiling. "Seriously. It's a good mix. You're a good mix, too. But you wear all drab colors. Why's that?" + +There's a sudden flush to my cheeks, at my appearance being so deliberately addressed. I lay my ears back. A blush along with the first hints of annoyance. These are soon replaced with simple embarrassment. "I don't want to-- I mean, I don't think I'd look good in bright colors or fancy clothes." + +"I think you would." She hastens to continue, speaking over my mounting disagreements, "I think you'd look good, if you dressed how you wanted. Don't you?" + +I frown at her. She continues, "You didn't say you don't want to dress in bright colors and fancy clothes. You started to say you didn't want to do something else." + +I held my breath. Anger is the wrong word for what I feel. Frustration? Humiliation, perhaps. Am I so transparent? + +"I don't want to," I begin in a rush of pent-up breath, feeling that struggle blown out with it. My shoulders sag, and I complete the statement more slowly. "I don't want to be seen like that." + +"The fool, here, they're everything. They're the beginning of all things, and they've already got all of the endings inside themselves. At the beginning of all journeys, there's the fool: taking that first step is a fool's gamble, after all." She pauses, looking at me earnestly, intently. "You caught yourself earlier, you said 'he' and then switched to 'they'." + +I hunch down into my slouched shoulders, muzzle dipping as I struggle for words. "They looked-- I mean, It's on my mind, I guess." + +"I'll come clean," she admits after a pause, dark paws fiddling with the remainder of the deck, straightening cards. "Your mom told me you were coming, so I know that much. Even if she hadn't, though, it's written on your face. I mean this in the best possible way, Avery, but you don't make a very good man." + +I close my eyes. I shut out the cards, the motherly badger. Motherly in the sense of speaking truths, in the sense of knowing children, in having seen them grow up. Motherly in lived experience. Experience lived in the moment, not in some dream world of crystals and chakras. *More motherly than my mom,* I think. + +When I open my eyes, her gaze has softened. + +"Why three cards?" I ask, deflecting. + +"Past, present, and future." She laughs. + +I nod, then sit up a little straighter, murmuring, "So it's more that past me that didn't have the activation energy?" + +"Or didn't want to use it, yes." + +"That makes more sense, then." + +"How so?" + +I shrug, continuing, "If I'm at the beginning of something now, it's because of how much time I spent fretting --- and not starting --- before." + +She nods. "And are you at the beginning of something now?" + +"I think so." I sound dubious, even to myself. + +"Why now?" + +"College," I say. + +"Away from home?" + +"Mmhm." + +She nods again. "It's a little freeing, isn't it? Being away from parents. So you, like the Page of Wands, have been investigating, leaving all that energy pent up inside. And now you're ready to...to what? Take that step?" + +I catch myself fiddling with the hem of my shirt. It's an olive color, faded further into drabness by countless washings, no fancy tunic; even her washed-out smock is brighter than my shirt. It doesn't go with my fur. Nor do the well-worn khakis. A darker animal dressed in those would look rough and tumble, ready for a hike. A mountain lion looks like a mess of dirty laundry. + +I look up from my dull self to the table once more, speaking to the cards. "I have an appointment to start talking about it --- talking about gender --- with a counselor." + +"Congratulations," the badger says, smiling. And I realize she doesn't need to say anymore. I realize *that's* what I needed from my mom. I realize that's probably why my mom sent me here. I realize that there's probably more to my mom than I gave her credit for. + +I realize I've stopped thinking of this --- the tarot card reading --- as something mystical. + +I speak up, "The third card, then." + +The badger returns her gaze to the table. + +"It feels impenetrable to me." + +She laughs and shakes her head. "It's not a book. You're not writing a report on its deeper meanings. You're picking up on some of those meanings, but you don't have to do it right away or all the time. Or at all, for that matter." Still grinning, guides my attention back down to the card with a gesture, badger and cougar looming over the table. "Just tell me what you see." + +Abashed, I return her smile as best I can. "Alright. It's a...well, I want to say a woman and a child being ferried across a lake or something, but the boat they're in has six swords in it. They're upright, like they've been stabbed through the bottom of the boat." + +"Stabbed? Like they're going through the wood?" + +"Yeah." + +"Is water coming up around them?" + +I look harder. The bottom of the boat is pitch dark. "I can't tell, but no one seems in a rush to get them out, anyway." + +This gets a chuckle. "No, no they don't. Maybe they're plugging the holes in the boat. Maybe it's best to leave them in." + +Nodding, I keep looking at the card. There are lines to draw the attention. The swords, the boat, the pole of the oarsman, the horizon, the water...the water. "The front of the boat, where the swords are, isn't sinking. The people still weigh something, though. Look, the back of the boat's low in the water." + +She nods, "Maybe they--" + +"Like they don't weigh anything," I add hastily, cutting her short. + +"--don't weigh anything, yes." + +I lay my ears back and grin, "Sorry, didn't mean to trample." + +She returns my grin, pats my tan paw in her black one. "You're excited. It's really nice to see." + +"So why swords?" + +"I don't know. What do swords do?" + +I laugh. "Cut and stab. Kill people. Stuff like that." + +"Fair enough," she chuckles. "Why would one do that?" + +Her words stop me short. "To...to kill," I begin. "But that's what I just said. Are you asking me why people kill each other?" + +She nods. + +"To get something," I murmur, fumbling for words. "To gain something. To get what one wants, or needs." + +"So, since this is the Tarot and there's bound to be a lot going on here, can we just say the swords are a tool?" + +"Well, I'm not about to hack and slash my way to get what I want." + +She leans in close to me, stage-whispering, "I'll let you in on a secret. None of the cards in the swords suit --- in any suits --- show blood. Death, yes. Change, definitely. But no blood. It's hardly hacking and slashing." + +"But they're still--" + +She holds up a paw, "They're still swords, but they're tools. Swords show work. Strife, sometimes, sure; striving toward a goal. But what they is show work. These swords aren't working right now, they're just standing there. So where is the striving?" + +"Behind them?" I ask. "They figures are all facing away from something." + +"Or toward something." + +"So," I say hesitantly. "I'm going to go on a journey?" + +She laughs, "Can you guess what my next question would be?" + +I shake my head. + +"My next question would be: are you? And then you sit and think about it for a moment." + +"I sit and think a moment, then say: no, of course not, it's about the work of going through something. The journey is the work." I hesitate, then nod and continue, more sure of myself. "Because I'm here at the beginning. I'm the fool, ready to take the step, and then I just have to take the next and keep going." + +She smiles and urges me on with a little gesture of her paw. + +"So if I was stalling by investigating every possibility, never starting," I say, nodding back to the first card, the Page of Wands. "Then I guess what I'm focused on is taking that first step, and after that, taking the next." + +"You're doing my job for me," the badger laughs. + +My smile falters. "Fair enough, but what do I do?" + +"That's advice, kid." That soft smile, again. She flips the cards over, one by one, and continues, "Advice comes from people, not from cards. And if I'm going to give you advice, you're going to need to tell me what's actually going on." + +She leans forward, folding her arms on the table, and looks past the cards and to me. + +So I tell her. I tell her all that stuff from childhood, all those stupid things --- the dress-up, the questions, the uncomfortable guidance, the frustration at forced roles. I tell her all those things that meant nothing, may still mean nothing, and yet add up to a picture of a different me than who I am now. A different shape, a different body, different face and voice and name. + +I speak more freely than at the beginning of the session. + +I tell her about my mom, about telling her bits and pieces of my feelings, and her insistence at first that it was just a blockage of energies, and then her reluctant acceptance. I tell her about my dad, and how terrified I am of him and his iron grip on masculinity. I tell her about leaving for school and deciding that becoming my own self mattered more than their financial assistance and what belongingness they could offer. + +"Your mom sent you to me," she states again, after a comfortable silence. "Did you tell her any of this?" + +I shake my head. "She knows just that I'm, er--" + +"That you're transgender?" she finishes for me. "Would that be fair to say?" + +"I...yes, that's fair." + +"But you don't want to say it?" she asks, kind eyes on my own. "You don't have to, can just say yes or no." + +"No. I mean, I don't want to say it, but I should. Maybe that's part of the first step." I hesitate for a second, ears flat and eyes averted, before murmuring, "She just knows that I'm trans." + +The badger nods, unclipping the thermometer from her smock and turning it over in her fingers. "Alright. And she sent you to me for advice? She told me to talk to you, mentioned vague facts." + +"Yeah, she told me to go to you to work on things." I give a wry smile and add, "Her words, not mine." + +She laughs and sits back in her chair, slouching and twirling that thermometer. "Your mom is nuts," she says. "I mean that in the kindest way, of course: I love her dearly. Have since school. I suspect she wishes the world worked differently for her. And for you, for that matter." + +The unabashed laugh and words of affection are contagious and have me grinning. "Yeah, she's nuts," I echo. "Still, can't say I'm upset with what I got out of this." + +"The cards, you mean?" + +"Yeah. I was expecting fortunes, I got--" + +"You got what you had when you came in the door," she asserts. "And a chance to talk it through. Now, you want my advice?" + +"Yeah. I want to know what you think I should do next." + +"About which bit?" + +"Coming out, I suppose." I scuff at the back of my neck, paw feeling clumsy. "Maybe starting transition." + +"Well, it sounds like you're on your way to both, right?" She clips the thermometer back to her smock and straightens the remainder of the tarot deck in deft paws. "You've told your mom, and you have that appointment, right?" + +I nod, brushing fingertips over the overturned cards left on the table. It felt like we were both acknowledging their presence in our own ways. "But I still haven't told dad, and I'm still freaked out what the counselor will say." + +"Anxiety, then?" she offers, waving a paw above the cards. "A bit of the Page of Wands still left over?" + +I nod again, silent. + +"Do you want to dig at that?" + +"Mmhm. Do you have any thoughts on how to get past that?" She shuffles the cards and opens her mouth to speak, but I interrupt, "Wait, don't tell me. Now you'll ask if *I* have any thoughts on how to get past that." + +Her laugh is kind and her fingers sure as she slips another card from the top of the deck, laying it flat on top of the first three. + +The image shocks me enough to get me to sit up straight, as if by gaining some distance from the card itself I could escape it. "What the hell?" + +"The ten of swords," she says, voice level, conversational. + +I count the swords sticking out of the anonymous figure's back. Ten. A feline laid flat on his front, a dark sky, a calm shore, and ten swords buried in his back, each as high as the cat himself. + +I clear my throat and manage, "I thought you said there wasn't any bloodshed in the swords." + +"Do you see blood?" + +Despite everything urging me not to do so, I lean in close and inspect the figure. "No," I admit. "Though his cloak is red." + +"The color of passion. And yellow, the color of action." + +"The dawn's yellow, too," I offer. I sound dubious, even to myself. + +"Dawn, then?" The older woman looks down at the card curiously. "Dawn or sunset?" + +I frown and shake my head. "Dawn, I think. It always feels like dawn chases the night, but sunset gives in to it." + +"Poetic," she says, and her smile is earnest. + +I count the swords again. "One in his ear, one in his neck. Three or four in his back." I stifle a giggle and murmur, "That's a lot of swords." + +Her eyes brighten. "Isn't it? Overkill, in the truest sense of the word. Like an overreaction." + +A thought occurs to me, and I lean in over the table. "Staring at the dawn, killed ten times over. Look, the water's even clear, like the--" I lift the last card up to peek, and continue, "Like the six. Like me staring at coming out and poking a billion holes in the idea without ever taking the step." + +Her eyes stay bright. "Maybe it's an alternative to the six, then. Too much emotion, not enough action. Passion and action pinned down, rather than the work of the six. You could keep taking those steps, or you could keep killing yourself with indecision." + +I nod eagerly and ask on a whim, "What's it like reversed?" + +She gives a little shrug and turns the card over for me to see. "The swords fall out --- that's a relief --- but he's still dead, isn't he? Resigned to his place on the shore." + +"Sure enough," I laugh. "Wait, 'he'?" + +"You said it first," she says playfully. "Seriously, though, most of the figures are ambiguous. Or androgynous, I think. What you read into them can mean something if you let it." + +"It could be nothing," I mumble. "Or it could be the old me. The 'he'." + +She shrugs. My choice, apparently. + +A chime interrupts us, me staring at the card and her smiling at me. A clock tolling slow hours. I check my watch to confirm it. Five. + +"Oh jeez, I'm sorry. It's way later than I thought." + +She laughs, "Conversations go where they will. There's no rush. I can pull together dinner for two if you want to stay." She taps at the thermometer with a grin, "I even made marshmallows, though they'll be sticky still." + +"No, it's alright. Thank you. I'm getting pretty tired, as it is." I shrug, realizing just how true that statement is. "This took a lot out of me." + +"It does that. It's a wonder we need exercise at all, when just thinking about things wears us out." + +I laugh with her, nodding. + +"Still," she continues. "You're in town, now. Don't be afraid to stop by, say hi. There's lots more we can talk about, cards or no. Don't wait for your mom to push you my way." + +I lever myself up from the chair, swishing ropy tail once or twice to make sure it hasn't fallen asleep, and offer my paw to the badger. "I won't. I know she thinks we'll work on things, but I just want to talk. This was more than I expected. I didn't know I needed--" + +She bypasses my offered hand and gives me a firm hug around the middle. Startled, I hold still. She smells of sweets. Sweets and baking. + +I feel unfortunately tall. A rectangle. A lummox. A big, dumb cat. + +I also feel understood, appreciated. Welcomed. I return the hug carefully. Then, with her farewell in my ears, take that first step out into the evening air. + +And then the next. diff --git a/_posts/2017-08-09-welcome-to-jekyll.markdown b/_posts/2017-08-09-welcome-to-jekyll.markdown deleted file mode 100644 index eab8d4a..0000000 --- a/_posts/2017-08-09-welcome-to-jekyll.markdown +++ /dev/null @@ -1,25 +0,0 @@ ---- -layout: post -title: "Welcome to Jekyll!" -date: 2017-08-09 21:04:35 -0600 -categories: jekyll update ---- -You’ll find this post in your `_posts` directory. Go ahead and edit it and re-build the site to see your changes. 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"Folkloristics works from the other direction. It constructs a semiotic niche out of so many *umwelten*..." + +How damning was it to have such boring dreams? + +Dani would write this one down on a fresh page in the morning, as she always did. The entry would be noted in the book's index. It would be given a series of tags. "School", "Haswell", "NNND" --- that boring category of "neither nightmare nor desire" --- and probably "work". Should she put "work"? Was the dream even worth it? + +Perhaps, one of these days, she would build her own folkloristic taxonomy of dreams. *Tonight, I'll dream 002.010.001 (work, current job, nonspecific), 004.011.001 (school, past, nonspecific), and 035.103.002 (person, school professor (own), important but no overt pressure),* she would think, and that would be it. + +Maybe if she reduced her dreams to a simple list, she could skip the actual process of dreaming them and wake up well-rested. An otter, sleek by design in all possible ways. + +By the time she had actually woken up, written her dream journal entry, and stretched her way out of bed, she was left with only the grumpiness. Coffee was the first order of business, and then grooming. Neither of those were dreams, both could be easily taken care of. + +The otter's apartment was small and, surprising no one, quite orderly. It wasn't neat, per se. It wasn't pretty or aesthetically pleasing, but there was some unnatural level of order to it that was immediately noticeable. Where many homes would slowly settle into a comfortable sort of entropy, into that "I know it's messy, but I know where everything is"-ness, Dani's seemed resistant to that particular form of entropy, in some intangible way. + +The kitchen was tight, and the plates stacked as one might stack plates, but in such a way as to not permit bowls in their proximity. The DVDs stacked on the shelf were of all sorts of genres, but one would be hard pressed to return one out of alphabetical order. Something about the vanity in the bathroom disinvited one from placing anything on its surface. + +It wasn't the apartment, of course, it was Dani. Even that was obvious: one could no more place that blame on the apartment than one could place a dirty dish on the counter rather than in the sink. + +It wasn't OCD, her therapist had explained --- and she had explained to an ex-girlfriend --- so much as an aspect of personality. + +This was back in her undergrad, and she'd initially been hesitant to accept that. Surely an ICD10 code would help. A bold *F42 --- Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder*. If only she could stack all her problems up into a banker's box and scrawl *F42* across the top in permanent marker. This felt like an indictment that she wasn't fixable, just weird. + +In grad school, she had met a vixen with OCD in one of the classes she TA'd, and she'd immediately dropped an pretenses of *F42*-dom for herself. She lacked the raw, primal anxiety that went along with such a thing. + +She was just weird. + +"Maybe not," her ex had said, at her explanation. "But that doesn't make you any less crazy." + +Ah well, 'ex' was just another shelf onto which one could put a relationship. + +By the time she was coffeed and groomed, all dressed in the usual natty slacks-and-shirt-and-bowtie-and-peacoat, the otter was quite thoroughly sick of this glum mood. There was no reason to expect that work would change that, nor that Friday would bring any relief. None of the others had. + +----- + +When Dani was younger, she got caught stealing a pack of blank cards that were used for the card catalog at the Sawtooth Library. That was the only time anyone had ever pulled her tail, too, before it'd gotten too unwieldy to pull. The librarian had caught her under the catalog desk with a pencil in hand and a fresh pack of cards half-opened, and had yanked her out. + +When her mom had hauled her out to the car, tail still aching, she had argued that the library *didn't even use the card catalog anymore* and *the books weren't even in order anyway* and *why did Miss Weaver have to pull so hard?* + +"It's still stealing, Danielle," her mother had sighed. "And I'll have a talk with Miss Weaver. Why were you even stealing cards? We've got lots of paper at home." + +Dani had sulked and grumbled something about wanting to organize things. + +The incident had been forgotten for years until a nineteen year old Dani announced that she would be adding a library sciences minor to her anthropology degree. Her mother had laughed so hard she'd had to hang up and call back only when she could talk once more. She still had the pack of catalog cards (which Miss Weaver had grudgingly let young Dani keep) and would mail them soon. + +The discovery of the utility of categorizing, sorting, and cataloging things --- an act which previously had felt so pointless --- had been validating in a way she could never explain to her mother. There were boxes. Things were put into them. Sometimes you had to work out which box to use, or if there were actually *two* boxes the thing went into. + +Her degree had turned into one focused on folkloristics, a field she desperately loved, but, unless she went hunting, dominated by the tireless Doctor Haswell. She'd declared a master's degree to be *Enough* and moved, full circle, to working in the campus library's archive department. + +It was fulfilling work, but, as predicted, did little to lift her mood. It was fulfilling without being good. Comfortable without being pleasant. + +She made it through the day, categorizing high-resolution scans of glass-plate negatives, and drove home to another night of plain dinner and a movie she'd seen dozens of times already. + +Her movie habit had started out of necessity for her degree, classifying the stories that she saw and how they were presented. Many of the movies that had wound up on her shelf had done so not out of enjoyment, so much as part of one assignment or another. + +She would be hard pressed to tell why she kept watching them, though. She'd park herself on her beanbag, rudder canted off to one side while she poked her way through a plate of pasta. The DVD would be set to play and she would...well, she didn't watch the movies. + +She didn't watch the movies, she didn't taste the food, she didn't think about whether or not she was comfortable. It was something more than a habit, but less than participation. + +Meditation, perhaps? The voices that she heard offered no companionship, but did so companionably. She could hear voices on the TV and know that other people existed in the world. Rather than making her feel lonely, perhaps the movies made her feel alright to be alone. One didn't talk during a movie, so if she didn't have anyone to talk to, that was okay. + +As she cleaned up her plate and put the rest of the pasta away for tomorrow, she found herself in a cloud of glass-plate negatives, of catalogs and movie dialog. The static of her day was louder than the closing credits of the DVD. + +No amount of sound could drown out that sheer lack of feeling. No voices could add to Dani's life. The drunken slur of a fox in film, the sharp retort of his wife, none of those were more than unimportant variations in that thick static. + +The otter washed her paws, and stood at the sink a while longer, toying with the stream of cold water, brushing it up along her forearms, and watching the way it beaded atop her fur. + +Her mother used to get her soap in the shape of crayons when she was only a kit. It give her a bright-red way to scrawl across the bathroom that was easy to wash off, and which --- theoretically --- got her clean in the process. + +Her mother had been furious when all Dani had done was draw that point of soap along the lines of grout between the tiles in the bathroom. It had turned the walls (and part of the floor) into a pleasing red grid. When pressed, her mom had grumbled about the grout being more difficult to clean than the tile itself. + +Dani had always wondered at that. Sometimes, she would stand in the shower, water beading along far more of her than just her forearms, and draw along the grout with a bar of soap she bought for such purposes. She never used the stuff, hated the very texture of it in her paws, but she did spend shower after shower seeing how well it rinsed out of the grout. + +The dishes were finished, her paws were plenty clean, and still she stood, trying to figure out if she could draw lines in the sink. + +> Life within a comfortable grid. +> Parallel lines +>     Interrupting narrowing circles +>     of birds in flight. + +A snippet of poetry tugged at memory, some bit of drivel she'd written in her undergrad. Something to try and put into words just how her life was organized, how she made sense out of chaos. + +> Travel in straight lines. +> Turn at right angles. +> Trace the roof of your mouth +>     With wet tongue. + +She did that now, finding comfort in the ridges of her palate, each describing a successive concentric arc. + +She turned the TV off and wafted into her bedroom, driven by some part of her she couldn't quite access for all that static. *002.010.001* she thought. *I'll dream of (work, current job, nonspecific).* A small mantra, or maybe a supplication to the Oneiroi: *may I dream less and rest more.* + +----- + +There's something tinny about the smell of oncoming snow. Something metallic. + +Some days, it would stick around for a day or so, maybe a day and a night, right before a snow storm. It would be the herald of six or eight soft inches of perfectly dry, unpackable snow. The weather would be too cold to admit any of the moisture that was required in building a snowball. + +Some days, it would give one a scant hour to prepare for the oncoming weather. A cold front would move across the land in a swift gallop to the Rockies. Two quick inches of drive-by snow. + +Dani had read that the scent of snow was actually the lack of scent, of an air too cold and dry for the nose to pick out anything in particular. The opposite of petrichor. She wasn't sure that she'd believed it. That study had all been canines, and had focused specifically on temperature. + +Today, there was none of the expectancy that came with the scent of snow. It was just a lingering miasma around town, that non-scent that spread on the breeze. There would be no snow, at least not yet. There would just be cold. + +Dani bundled up to take her usual walk. As otters went, she was bog standard. Lithe enough, a bit soft without being fat, with short, oily fur. None of that did anything to protect against the cold. + +A walk was a walk, though. + +She lived two blocks or so from the 13th street plaza, and every weekend, at least twice, she'd take a walk down to the plaza and, at the very least, walk it's length. Some days, she'd grab a coffee from the bookstore-cum-coffeehouse that anchored the far end of it. + +It was only three blocks long, with a fountain set, just outside the courthouse, in the middle of the middle block. Not really an arduous hike, but it was enough to get out of the apartment for a bit and stretch her legs, disengage from the monotony of a screen held at a fixed distance in front of her. In summer, she'd dangle her bare paws in the fountain, watching the streamers of water as she sat facing it. + +The fountain was off now, of course. Nigh on February, and it was too cold to be running water through pipes outside. + +Sawtooth liked to talk about its homelessness statistics. It was a strange thing to be proud of, these folks living without a place to call their own, but here the council was saying that only about a hundred and fifty were homeless out of sixty thousand. + +In the winter, this maxed out the homeless shelters in town and taxed the soup kitchens. Those who made it in were provided the barest of necessities, doubled up in the Open Door Mission and offered approximately fifteen hundred calories per day. + +In the summer, it seemed as though all hundred and fifty were out in front of the courthouse, making the benches their own, using the fountain for covert sponge baths. + +Dani talked with them. She readily admitted that she worked at a campus library and made less than she probably needed herself, so she had little to give, but she would talk. + +It was strange, when she thought about it, how few of them she knew. She'd talk, even wind up spending an hour or so talking with one person, and then seemingly never meet them again. + +"You folks always go away," one had said, when she brought it up. "Talk's all well and good, but we can't ever expect to see you again. Y'all are, pardon, full of shit." + +Still, she kept at it. Or, perhaps, that was the wrong way to word it. She kept coming back. There was no conversion to be made, no minds to change, just a tacit agreement that it was best for both parties to talk to someone. No strings attached, just engagement. + +The scent of the oncoming snow had chased everyone indoors. Dani clutched at a mediocre coffee and wandered back to the beginning of the plaza, thinking of non-scents. Her eyes tracing the herringbone pattern of the walkway, she marveled at the dryness of it all. Maybe that's what the scientists had thought. The scent was the recognition of just how cold and dry the world was, not of anything so grand as snow. + +She made her way through a few cluttered shops, browsing the windows of the mod parlor and thinking of a movie she might pick up at the Discount Video at the corner near her apartment building. + +She was sick of documentaries. She needed something false. + +---- + +Sunday was cold. Way cold. + +The weather had turned into a full-on cold snap. It was too dry for frost to form, but one didn't need to see that fine latticework on the windows to know that it was nearly thirty below outside. It was cold enough that one could walk past a window and pass into a brightly-lit shadow in the warmth of a room. + +Dani spent the day holed up within her apartment, curled on the couch with a movie playing. To keep herself from getting too bored, she set one running in a language other than her own, meaning her eyes had to track the subtitles. It kept her from wallowing into nothingness with the voices registering on some subconscious level. + +The glum adherence to ridged lines had lessened, at least. She found herself wishing she had done more with herself, instead of wishing she could chart life on a sheet of graph paper. + +All the same, a movie alone wasn't enough to keep her satisfied. There was no way that she knew to achieve such a feat. + +Still, once the movie started to bore her, the otter had stood up in a huff, donning her jacket and gloves --- gotta keep the webs warm, they vent so much heat --- so that she could head out on a walk. + +*No sense languishing at home,* she thought. *Well, no sense in anything, but at least I'll be moving.* + +By the time she made it to the plaza, Dani was pretty sure the walk was a mistake. The dryness of the cold air burned at the inside of her nostrils until she was sniffly, and at her eyes, until she teared up. Her paws were warm enough, and her peacoat helped her plenty, but her legs were more exposed, and the cold seemed intent on pulling warmth down through them. An eager cold. A hungry cold. + +*Just think of the coffeehouse at the end.* + +By the time she'd made it to the fountain, the otter wasn't sure she'd make it even that far. She promised herself she'd soldier on, but was caught up short by a bundle on the far side of the fountain. + +At first, it looked like a backpack someone had left there. One of the camping types, with a frame. On top of the backpack, a puffy anorak had been cinched down. + +Cold as it was, Dani detoured around the fountain a ways to at least get a better look. + +"F-fuck you want?" the bundle growled. + +Dani skipped back a pace at the sudden expletive. + +The bundle un-bundled itself enough to become recognizable. There was a small...Dani guessed a young woman, by her voice, buried within the jacket. She'd tucked her knees up and pulled the jacket down over them. It looked like her tail had done similar, curled into her lap underneath the jacket. + +"Holy shit, are you okay? It's cold as hell." + +"Y-y-you're te-telling me." A snout poked out from beneath the hood of the coat, pointy and tan and masked. "Ch-change for c-coffee?" + +Dani shook her head vigorously. "Screw change, come on. I'll buy you a coffee." She pinned her ears back and added, murmuring, "And another layer of clothes." + +The laugh from within the coat was pained, desperate. "N-normally, I'd tell you to f-fuck off, but alright. I th-think I need it." + +The stammering speech seemed to be getting worse, and the shape shook awkwardly as it stretched out. The frame of the 'pack' under the form's anorak was a bundled up sleeping pad, a simple school backpack beneath that. + +The young woman stood up, shaking violently. A banded tail bristled out from beneath the coat, curling as best as it could around tattered-jeans-covered legs. + +Dani reached out to help, then rushed in at the sight of the shaking. She wrapped her arms around the ringtail, rubbing her gloved paws briskly over the form's sides, unsure if that was actually helping. "Come on," she tutted. "Coffeeshop's only a block, then we can figure things out from there." + +It was hard to tell with the shivering, but she was fairly sure bundled-up form nodded. + +Still clutching the lumpy and shaking form close, Dani guided them both down the street to the café. + +----- + +The baristas in The Book and the Bean were good folks. + +There was a sort of unspoken rule that the homeless in Sawtooth were welcome in for about an hour at a time before they were ushered on their way. Still, they offered what they could. They even had a community "coffee pool", where those with a bit of extra cash could pay into it a coffee at a time, and those without could 'withdraw' from it. + +The frowsy badger behind the bar got one look at Dani and the still-indistinct form under the jacket, and leaped into action. + +Dani and the ringtail were guided to a table and made to sit down. The barista disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a mug for the bundled-up bassarisk. + +"Here you go, dear," she'd said, voice flush with concern. "Lemon and ginger and honey. Just tap warm for now. We'll get you a proper hot drink soon, don't want to shock the system." The jumbled speech trailed off as the badger padded back to the bar to start prepping the properly-hot drinks. + +Dani tugged off her gloves and tucked them into the pockets of her coat, the better to help guide the ringtail's paws around the warm mug. It smelled spicy and citrusy, and Dani wanted to breathe that scent for hours to soothe her nose. + +Those tan paws had a hard time holding the mug still, shaking as hard as they were. The otter kept her own paws nearby in case of spills as the young woman sipped at the drink. + +"Fuck. C-cold." + +The badger bustled back up with two steaming mugs. Both of them were stronger versions of that same lemon-ginger-honey tea. "Cold? Freezing. Nineteen below, out there. Surprised you're not frozen solid. Don't drink this yet." + +Dani took a selfish moment to breathe in that steam, sating that craving and soothing her poor, dried out nose. + +"Y-yeah, sorry." The shivering seemed to be picking up, and the ringtail was having a hard time saying more than a word at a time. + +"Just hold onto your cup," the badger said, helping the ringtail out of her coat and pulling up a chair to sit with them at the table. "Gonna get worse before it gets better. Switch to the hot one once you can hold your hands still." + +The three sat in unsteady silence. Both Dani and Malina, the badger, tucked themselves in against either side of the shaking form, adding to the warmth. As Malina said, the shuddering turned into a ragged jerking before settling back into what one might call a 'shiver'. + +Dani made a mental note to look up stages of shivering when she got home. + +"Thank you both for helping. I thought if I bundled up and stayed still, I'd be okay." + +Malina shook her head, "You'd freeze no matter what, dear. What's your name?" + +The preparation of a lie showed in the moment's hesitation before the ringtail mumbled, "Anne." + +Dani nodded. "Do you have a place around here?" + +Anne shook her head. + +"What about the mission?" Malina asked. + +"Full." The ringtail looked uncomfortable as she added, "Or at least it looked full." + +Dani could sense Malina shutting down. She knew the badger was endlessly kind, but she also knew how fiercely protective she could be of the coffeeshop. + +The otter spoke up, "Well, either way, you're not fit to stay out there. Let's get you to my place and we can start calling around and see what's out there." + +Neither Anne nor Malina seemed overly happy with this, but neither brought up any objections. + +----- + +The walk --- or perhaps stumble --- back to Dani's apartment had been a rushed and urgent affair. After the coffeehouse and the spicy-sour-sweet tea, neither had wanted to go back out into the cold. + +Still, they'd made it, and while both were freezing by the time the otter had latched the door behind her, neither were frozen. + +Anne stood just inside the door, looking shy. Dani shrugged out of her peacoat and helped the ringtail out of her own to hang them both together by the door. + +After a moment's hesitation, Anne also shrugged her backpack off and propped it up against the wall right next to the door. Beneath her coat and pack, she was wearing a hoodie over a T-shirt that had obviously seen better days. The ringtail was smaller than Dani's initial estimate; a few inches shorter than herself and slight almost to the point of waifish. + +"So..." + +Dani laughed, "Sorry, didn't mean to space out like that. Pardon the mess." + +Anne tilted her head to the side and grinned, "Your place is kind of the opposite of a mess." + +"I sometimes get extra organized," the otter demurred. "Make yourself comfortable, though." + +Anne nodded. + +The silence grew weird. + +"I, uh," Dani straightened her shirt. "I don't have anyone over all that much. Can I get you anything?" + +Anne moved cautiously to sit on the couch, perched at the edge of the seat. "If you have any...I mean, I don't want to trouble--" She shook her head and gave Dani a bashful smile. "Do you have any food I could have? I can work to pay you back." + +The otter straightened up and grinned, "Oh! Yes, sorry, and don't worry about paying me back." + +Dani cooked in silence. It was well past dinnertime by now, so she didn't feel too bad doing so. She usually cooked three portions anyway, and just wound up making one of her regular meals. + +There was no getting around the strained tension in the apartment. Dani's place was small and neat, and obviously built for one and organized tightly to that one's specifications. She couldn't afford much, loans being what they were, and yet she felt obnoxiously wealthy, with a homeless girl sitting on her couch. + +She also felt obnoxiously awkward. It had been easy enough for her to help Anne out from the fountain to The Book and the Bean, and from there to her place, but now it was obvious that she really *didn't* have anyone over all that much. Or ever. + +She suspected that neither her nor Anne were all that good at engaging with others, and each had led to its own outcome. Dani had buried herself in school and work as an attempt to cope with a disordered mind that wanted everything else to be in order, one that didn't really want others around. She was pretty sure that Anne wasn't all that keen on being around folks either, though she couldn't guess why. + +Dani brought two plates piled high with pasta over to the couch where Anne had parked herself. "It's not much, but it'll be filling. Let me know if you need more, too. There's a whole other serving still on the stove." + +"Thank you," the ringtail said, whiskers and tail both bristled out at the opportunity for food. She seemed to be watching Dani for cues, but when the otter took a bite, she dug in. No prayers for either. + +It was easy to tell that Anne was doing her best to keep from just wolfing the food down. She looked like she was focusing on forking up reasonable amounts of pasta and chewing thoroughly, but her hunger showed in her movements. + +As predicted, she cleaned her plate. + +"Thanks again," she said, paws clutching at plate and fork. "For everything, I mean. I was colder than I thought out there. Fucking freezing." + +Dani set her plate down on her lap and nodded, "I thought you were a backpack at first, all bundled up like that." + +Anne laughed. "Kinda, yeah. Was hoping I could just conserve all my warmth under my jacket." + +"I think you'd probably need more than a jacket out in that level of cold, and it wasn't even dark yet." + +"Fuck. Yeah." The ringtail looked down at her plate for a moment, then shrugged. "Dunno what I would've done." + +"And Open Door was full?" + +"I guess. Kinda." + +"'Kinda'?" + +Anne frowned at her plate. + +"It was full, then," Dani said quietly, trying to settle the matter before any of the ringtail's obviously complicated emotions needed to be put in words. "Is there, er--another place with beds?" + +"I dunno," Anne mumbled. "I only just got here last week. Had been staying at Open Door." + +"Where'd you come from?" + +"Out east a bit. Making my way out to Oregon, nice and slow. Was born here in Idaho, figured I'd get a good look at the state before fucking off." + +Dani laughed. "Fair enough. Never been out of state myself." + +Anne nodded, "I seen a few, but mostly saw a lot of brown. I wanna go west, see all that green they have there." + +"You, ah--" Dani hesitated, trying to think of the best way to ask. "Bussing? Hitching rides?" + +"Mostly hitching. My...well, we came in with a guy who drives between towns once a week." + +Anne was loosening up with the food and warmth. Her speech coming more fluidly, and language less stiff and formal. There were things still being held back, but the otter figured it wasn't really for her to know. + +"So you landed here." Dani stood and took Anne's plate as the ringtail held it out to her. "Pretty cold time for hitching out west." + +"Yeah, it's crazy out. Been through cold snaps before, but not stuck out like that." + +Dani stacked the plates in the sink, right where they belonged, and thought of Anne. Here was this sudden ringtail-shaped kink in her life. She felt confused and anxious and tense. She'd have work tomorrow, and this wasn't how she'd picture'd her Sunday would go. + +"Listen, I--" + +Anne jolted upright. "It's late, sorry. I can head out, I think there's another shelter in town." + +Dani blinked away a moment of confusion and shook her head, whiskers bristling out in a grin. "I was going to suggest you stay here for the night." She gestured to the couch and beanbag. "Plenty of space, and I don't think either of us want to head out again." + +"Thank you," Anne mumbled, ears pinned back. "That wasn't what I was expecting, but thanks." + +The quiet that followed was broken by a giggle from Anne. "You know, you remind me of one of my mom's friends." + +Wrong-footed, Dani tilted her head. "What?" + +Anne stood from her spot on the couch and nodded. "She was a fox, not an otter, but she was kinda like you. Neat, you know?" + +Dani laughed and nodded. + +"Do you have any blankets for me? I'll tell you while you look." + +Dani nodded and padded to the hallway by the bathroom, opening the cabinet there to hunt around. Sometimes, she'd fall asleep on the beanbag rather than her bed. She'd always wake up with a weird kink in her tail or with memories of strange dreams, so she'd been trying to avoid it, recently. Still, she had some blankets of various thickness that had cycled through there. + +Anne continued her story as she followed along, trying to help where she could. "She was neat, like I said. She and her husband. Her husband would make things a little messy, but she'd put them in order. It was weird. Their place wasn't super clean, they had a lot of stuff, it was just all organized" + +Dani poked through the blankets, before giving up and just grabbing them all. It was cold, after all, might as well make sure her guest was comfortable. She stuffed the blankets into Anne's outstretched arms before reaching back for the pillows on the shelf below. + +"Anyway, they were super nice. But the guy, her husband, he got sick. Cancer or something. He passed away. Killed us all, you know? We all loved the guy. Mostly, though, it killed us to watch her. Her tail got all droopy and her fur would get matted and dirty, like she couldn't be bothered to organize again." + +Dani wasn't sure where the story was going. It didn't sound like a flattering comparison to herself. Still, the ringtail seemed to be having a good time of it. She wasn't so bristled out anymore, was loosening up. "Did she wind up getting organized again?" Dani asked. + +"Oh, definitely! You know, you get sad and stuff, and then things slowly get...I dunno, not easier. They get more comfortable. You can live with them better, you know?" + +"Yeah, I get that." + +"Anyway, they were super close, this couple. Two foxes who just couldn't live without each other. We thought this gal was gonna kick it soon after her husband. You know how that goes?" + +Dani nodded, setting the pillows down on the couch. + +"Someone told me once that girls outlive their guys, though. If the guy dies, the girl will keep going, but if the girl dies, the guy's not long after. So maybe we shouldn't have been surprised she kept on going." + +There was a bit of a pause as Anne decided on the beanbag over the couch. It looked soft, she said, so she started piling blankets up on it. + +"Anyway, poor fox. She gets her life back on track, gets her place all neat again, and starts lookin' for another guy, you know? You can remember your loved ones, but you gotta have company, and all. + +"Anyway, weirdest thing, though. There's lots of foxes in the area and such, so she's not hurtin' as to selection, but she keeps turnin' down loads of them. Says she'll reject any who don't look like her old husband. Isn't that weird?" + +Dani laughed and nodded. "Uh huh. Sixty five." + +Anne stopped fussing with the blankets and stared at Dani. "What? Sixty five?" + +Dani nodded again and, with the cabinet door shut, moved to help Anne set up her bed. "Yeah. Number sixty five. The suitors. A woman proves her loyalty by only dating those who look like her dead husband." + +The ringtail plopped down on the edge of the beanbag. Dani sat on the other side. "What kinda craziness is that?" + +"You can organize stories. Take folktales and boil them down to their essences. The core to *that* story is number sixty five on the list of, er...folktale essences. A story which proves a wife's faithfulness by how she remembers her husband in every new guy she dates." Dani realized she'd been rambling and gave an apologetic grin, "Sorry, I studied this in school." + +"Putting numbers to stories?" Anne laughed. + +The otter grinned, "Kind of. We would look at a culture's stories and see how the culture treated them. It would help us trace things back through history. That scale, the numbers, isn't really used anymore, but we all memorized it." + +"You majored in story numberology?" + +Dani laughed. "Well, folkloristics. Part of--" + +"Story numberology." Anne gave a firm nod, then winked to Dani, and they both laughed. + +"Do you tell lots of stories, Anne?" + +The ringtail shook her head. "My name isn't Anne. It's...hm." She made a show of thinking up another, then grinned, "Alex. You can call me Alex." + +Dani tilted her head and frowned, "Well, okay. Going to take me a bit to unlearn 'Anne', then." + +Alex grinned, "It'll do you good. And yeah, we tell stories a lot on the road. True ones. Made up ones. Ones that are a bit of both. It's good to tell stories to friends, and even better to tell them to strangers." + +"How do you figure?" + +"You didn't laugh until I told that one, did you?" + +Dani thought for a moment, then shrugged. "You got me there." + +Anne-- Alex grinned and nodded, "See? It works. Your turn, though." + +"My turn?" + +"Yeah, tell me a story." + +Dani froze. She knew stories. She knew tons of them. Each was stacked on a shelf, each had strings running from it to a list of motifs, each thoroughly cataloged. + +And all of them suddenly inaccessible. + +"I, uh--" + +Alex shook her head and laughed. "It's tough, don't worry. I'm good at this. Gotta get through the days somehow. It's only...what, eight? Just tell me something about you." + +Dani uncrossed her legs to get comfortable on the beanbag, leaning back against the couch where it was nearest, hips canted over to keep from resting solely on her tail. "About me? Hmm." + +Alex took her cue from the otter and stretched out on the beanbag. Dani felt strange emotions tugging at her. Here was someone she'd --- literally --- brought in from the cold, and now it felt like they were in the middle of a middle school sleepover. + +"Doesn't have to be you, I guess." Alex stretched out, then sat up and took her hoodie off, as though that were a serious barrier between her and comfort. Her shirt said 'Ladies is gender neutral'. "Mine wasn't about me. Just it's usually easier to talk about yourself." + +Dani nodded and smoothed her whiskers back thoughtfully, then shrugged. "I got caught stealing, once," she began, and told the story of Miss Weaver and the card catalog. + +Alex looked on thoughtfully, then nodded. "Clearly a three twenty eight." + +Dani snorted. "The treasures of a giant?" + +"Well, okay, I made that up. It's not wrong, is it?" Alex laughed. "You stole things from Miss Weaver." + +"Usually it's something more important. Something you go out of your way to steal. Treasure and such." + +They both grinned. Alex shrugged, and began a simple grooming of herself, brushing through tan and white fur. It was soft-looking, almost downy, but certainly no protection against the cold. Not that Dani's was any better. "There you were," she said. "Concocting your secret plan to steal organization itself from the very lair of the beast, a treasure to keep for yourself." + +Dani laughed and urged Alex on with a gesture. + +"You saw the giant before you, the symbol of the system, of all things more powerful than wee little Dani. You snuck...uh, not up the beanstalk. You snuck around the counter, and there you saw it. The golden pack of catalog cards. 'From these,' you thought. 'I can rule over all of my toys. Each will have a number.'" + +"I did, too." Dani thumped her tail against the ground. "With an iron fist. I was a dictator." + +It was Alex's turn to laugh. "Alright. And so then you did it. You reached for your goal, and you took it in your hand. You were caught! Poor Dani, at the whim of a giant! Little did the giant know, you'd learn to master all of her organizational powers and unseat her!" + +Dani made as if to buff her claws, "And I did. Though Miss Weaver is still on the Library board here. I see her whenever we do archival work for them." + +"You grew up here?" + +"Yeah. Born here, did my undergrad here, and came back after grad school." + +Alex looked around the apartment, "You went to grad school and you live like this?" + +Dani rolled her eyes. "I owe more in student loans than this building is worth, I think." + +"Yeowch." + +"Yeah. Yeowch." + +The chatter continued between the two for another few hours. By the time Dani looked up, it was nearly ten. + +This was a surprising feeling, this talking the hours away. She had gone into the weekend filled with gloom, her mind unable to provide her with anything but static. A noise of delineated things, a sound of overclassification. + +And now here she was, chatting away like a kid again with, of all people, a homeless girl she'd rescued from the cold snap. + +There were problems to be sorted, of course. Dani basically trusted Anne/Alex. There was nothing for the ringtail to steal. She could take the TV, which would suck. She could take the DVDs and would probably be doing Dani a favor. This was no *Les Miserables*. Or maybe it was to a fault. If Alex was going to steal anything, Dani would forgive her. What use had she for the things she kept? + +Either way, they ought to find Alex something a little more permanent. Dani could certainly help with warmer clothing, as she had offered, and she certainly had no qualms in hosting the poor girl longer, if it left her feeling this good by the end of the night. Would it even be okay to ask her to stay? + +Maybe what they had to sort out was how much each of them would get from this. + +They yawned themselves to sleep, that night, and once Alex had dozed off, Dani wafted back into her bedroom. *Tonight, I'll dream of 035.028.000 (person, stranger, important in a positive way).* + +She didn't remember her dreams. + +----- + +Dani's alarm went off too early on Monday. It was the same six AM as every other weekday, but getting up proved harder. + +She silenced the alarm and sat up in bed, groggy. She had a kink in her tail. Not an auspicious start to the week. The cold, the soreness, the weekend. + +It took a few minutes for her brain to unfog enough to remember that Alex --- or was it Anne? --- had claimed her beanbag the night before. + +Well, okay. The cold, the soreness, the weekend, *and* the homeless girl camped out in her living room. + +Dani groaned. She'd not thought this through well enough yesterday. She had work, she couldn't do that *and* help out a homeless girl. She'd either have to call out from work or find a place where Alex to stay. Maybe both. + +The otter levered herself up out of bed, stretching longly and trying to work the kink out of her tail. Tweaked it over the weekend, perhaps, or just slept on it funny. Made it hard to walk without wobbling. + +She tugged her phone from its charger on her desk and swiped a pad across it to unlock the screen. + +Two new voice messages. One from late last night, one from an hour ago. + +"Hi Dani, this is Erin. I got a call from facilities saying that they were having problems with the steam plant. You're usually first in, can you check on things first thing and call out to others if there are any problems in the building? Thanks a million." + +Dani furrowed her brow and skipped to the second message. + +"--all employees and students. There will be an inclement weather closure on Monday the 30th of January. This closure affects all employees and students. There will be an inclement weather closure on--" + +The furrowed brow turned into an outright frown. Still standing in the middle of her cold room, she pulled up the university website on her phone. Right at the top of the page in bold, red text, an announcement. + +> **Inclement weather closure** +> Monday, January 30, 2017 +> +> On Sunday evening, a boiler in central heating ceased working. The back-up boiler was brought online, but cannot heat all campus buildings to a safe temperature. Crews are working to replace the boiler. +> Temperatures have reached -30, stay inside and keep warm." + +"I guess that solves that," Dani mumbled. + +Remembering her guest, she slipped on a loose pair of pants before heading out to the kitchen and living room. Alex was a lump of clothes and blankets on the beanbag, the only visible part of her being the tip of her tail peeking out from beneath two layers of blankets. + +It *was* cold, Dani thought, and checked on her thermostat. She bumped it up a few degrees, wary of the outcome if it got too low. Hot water baseboard heaters were nice and all, but the last thing she wanted was for one of them to freeze and for the pipe to burst. + +She set about making the quietest cup of tea she could manage, waddling around the kitchen as best she could with the ache in her tail. She was normally a coffee drinker, but that'd wake the ringtail in the living room. Tea would do fine, though, if she didn't have to race into work. + +Alex grumbled from beneath the covers at the sound of the water boiling in the electric kettle, but, as far as Dani could tell, kept on sleeping. + +The otter spent the next few hours holed up in her bedroom, sipping her way through a mug of tea as she poked through news and stories on her phone, before pulling down the book of folklore classifications. + +Her life was in disarray, she knew. Alex had thrown a wrench into things, into her neat little life and her neat little apartment. It brushed up against all sorts of weird desires to keep both life and home organized. + +Not that the bassarisk had been a problem. She'd set her backpack down where backpacks go, she'd given Dani her plate when she was done, had used the bathroom once or twice. She had, in fact, not budged from her spot on the beanbag otherwise. + +And yet this all felt like some intrusion. + +Perhaps it was the way in which Dani approached it. Perhaps it wasn't Alex at all, and it was all just on her. She was the one who had taken Alex in. She was the one who was stuck thinking about this. For Alex it was nothing, she could keep clean and to herself. It was Dani who was having a hard time classifying things. + +She realized she was doing the same with her book as she did with her movies. Her eyes scanned over the words in the thin workbook, but none of the text made it further into her mind. She covered each line, recognizing letters, before turning the page. + +*I should just put it up,* she thought, feeling grumpy. *I'm not getting anything out of it. I could take a nap.* + +She shook her head to shake wandering thoughts into a sense of order, and turned back to the index of folklore motifs. + +Maybe she could come up with a story to tell Alex. + +----- + +The silence --- or at least quiet snores --- from the living room slowly morphed into soft rustlings, and then from there to audible yawns and the sound of padding feet heading to the bathroom. + +Dani levered herself quietly out of bed and snuck into the kitchen before Alex could make it back out of the bathroom. + +"Coffee?" Dani asked when Alex stumbled back to the beanbag. The ringtail sat down heavily on the cushion, looking mussed up from her night's sleep. + +"Nngh. Mmhm." + +The otter nodded and flicked a switch on the little countertop espresso machine, then set the grinder to run for two shots worth of coffee grounds. The tea had helped, of course, but she suspected the coffee would help all the more. + +"You're chipper," Alex grumbled. + +Dani nodded. "Been up a few hours already. Dad always used to get us up early for the sunrise. He said it wouldn't rise without us kids. Someone had to be there to see it." + +The otter finished pulling one shot of espresso, and walked it over to the ringtail on the couch. "Let me know if you need milk or anything." + +Alex shook her head, sipped gratefully at the bitter coffee. + +"Anyway, one day we all got sick. One of those bouts of the flu that catches the whole house at once." Dani tamped down the grounds in the portafilter, using the tamp to brush the grounds off the rim. She paused to lick a finger and sweep up a scattering of grounds that had missed the used-grounds container she built the shot over and wound up on the counter, flicking the gritty coffee back into the container. + +"We all slept in to--" She leaned back to look at the clock on the microwave. "Until about ten thirty. We were all so surprised when we saw the sun had risen without us." + +Alex laughed as Dani pulled her own shot. "Oh yeah? And which number is that?" + +Dani leaned back against the counter, wincing at the strain in her tail and clutching her little demitasse in her paws. "You got me. One hundred fourteen." + +The ringtail held onto her empty cup with one hand and leaned back onto the other, grinning up to the otter. "I'll give your delivery an eight out of ten, but the story needs work. Did you rehearse it?" + +"A little," Dani admitted, ears and whiskers both canted back in embarrassment. "Was it that obvious?" + +"To me, yeah. But I live off stories. You get a feel for truth, lies, and the right mix, you tell enough stories. You can hear when one's being told on the spot." + +"What about mine didn't work?" + +The ringtail shrugged and leaned forward to hand over her cup when the otter held out her paw. "Your truth-to-lie ratio was good. Lemme guess," she said, tilting her head. "You got up with your dad, but don't have any siblings." + +Dani laughed. "Yeah, that's it. How'd you guess?" + +"The way you talked about your mom last night, about stealing office supplies." Alex shook her head. "It wasn't that, though. Like I said, that was good. The, uh...what's it. How much the story means..." + +"Consequence?" + +"Yeah, it was inconsequential to a good level. You tell a story, and if you're trying to weave one, you don't make it too consequential. You told me a true story last night; those can be consequential. A tale should make you care enough to laugh or cry, but not much more." + +Dani thought for a moment. "When we'd talk about folktales, we'd talk about what tied them to one culture versus another, even if they'd share a common core. That feels pretty consequential." + +"I guess a little." The ringtail shrugged and stood up once more. "But you're not imparting deep wisdom. They're all just stories, still. They gotta be light, inconsequential --- and yours was --- but they also gotta be, um...spontaneous." + +"Extemporaneous, maybe?" + +"That's it. They gotta be on the spot. Yours was just too rehearsed." + +Dani grinned and shrugged, "I'm not sure if I could do that." + +"It's not for everyone. You--" She paused for a moment, thinking before continuing. "You're too organized. Too OCD to pull a story out of thin air like that. Hey, can I grab a shower? I know you're probably sick of me, but I really need one." + +The OCD comment had caught Dani off her guard. She had so many thoughts, countless words, about how she was or wasn't that. She didn't have the *F42* required for *F42*-dom. All of those had disappeared, as they always did at time of need. + +She just nodded and waved Alex into the bathroom. + +----- + +"So, it's gotten down to negative thirty. I know I was going to offer to help you get more layers, but I think it's too cold for even that." + +Alex nodded and kept quiet. She looked as though she were preparing to be kicked out. + +Dani hastened to clarify, "I don't even want to go out to the car. Plus, my tail hurts too bad to do much more than sit around. You alright just staying in until things warm up this afternoon? I can get you to Open Door or another place if you don't want to." + +The relief was writ plain on the ringtail's face. She nodded. "Yeah, that'd be good. I don't want to go out either. Really don't want to go to Open Door. Can I, uh...can I help out any? I don't have much to pay with, but I can do work or whatever." + +"There's not really much to be done, I don't think." Her expression softened. "You're just welcome to say until things warm up, Alex." + +"Amy." + +Dani blinked. + +"You can call me Amy today," the ringtail grinned. + +"First Anne, then Alex, now Amy?" Dani laughed. + +"A real name holds power, right?" + +The otter thought for a moment, then nodded. "Five hundred, yeah." + +Alex--er, Amy rolled her eyes. "They really did include everything in that catalog, didn't they?" + +Dani nodded as she waddled over to the couch. "Yep. Five hundred is a trickster who will be defeated by someone knowing his true name. Fuck," she interrupted herself. "How the hell did I fuck up my tail? I don't think I did anything to it yesterday." + +"Well, it *is* big." + +Dani laughed, changing trajectory to the beanbag and laying down on her front. "Yeah, it is. Still, I didn't think I could sprain a tail." + +"Well, doesn't that just make us a pair? I don't have the clothing to go outside, and you can hardly walk." + +"Guess it was good fortune, then." + +"Does your catalog of tales have anything to say about this? Is three hundred and eighty a story about an injured person being stuck with someone who can't go out in the cold?" + +The otter shrugged. "I don't think so, no. And there isn't a three eighty. They're all organized into a hierarchy, and they leave some numbers unassigned so that they can add to them later on." + +Amy grinned. "How do you even know all this?" + +"I went to school for it." + +"And they made you memorize it or something?" + +Dani rested her chin on her folded arms, a motion to conceal some embarrassment. "They didn't make me. I did because it was fun." + +The ringtail stared in disbelief, then motioned for her to continue. + +"I really like organizing things, and--" + +"I could tell." + +Dani smirked, then continued. "--and I like the way things can be categorized while still retaining the things that make them unique. Like, the five hundred from earlier? That's a vague classification that can be applied to many stories, which are all different from each other." + +"Sorta like putting things in a box, then?" + +"I guess. Or writing them down on a sheet of paper with a specific heading, then putting that sheet in a folder, which is put in another folder. At the very top, you give rules for how to get to what you need." + +Amy looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. "Makes sense, then." + +"What does?" + +"Your inability to be, uh...extemporaneous. You can't pull things out of thin air, 'cause you're rifling through a catalog." + +Dani stayed silent. + +"I mean that in the best of ways!" + +Dani shifted over onto her side enough to look at Amy more directly, trying to look as kind as possible. She had no idea how to take this being told that she was uninventive. + +"Well, listen," Amy continued. "You have OCD, right?" + +"I don't know. I've been told I don't." + +"But, like...look at you. Everything about you is based around order, around the need for things to be in their place, all classified." + +"Well, sure," Dani demurred. "But OCD requires anxiety that I don't have. You have to feel anxiety about things that you obsess over, and you have to have the compulsion required to fix them. I don't have those. I just classify things. That's just what I do." + +Amy looked thoroughly sorry for having brought the topic up. All the same, she persevered. "Okay, well, maybe not OCD, but my ma, she told me that there's all these disorders around anxiety, and each has a personality disorder to go with it." Her voice was fast, as thought she were rushing to fill a hole she were digging herself into. "Maybe you have that? Obsessive-Compulsive, uh...personality disorder?" + +Dani reached out a paw to rest on Amy's. None of this was too terribly surprising, it was all stuff that made sense. Still, Amy looked as though she had talked herself into a tizzy. The ringtail looked absolutely panicked. "Maybe," she allowed. "What does this version entail?" + +Amy took the hint from Dani's paw on her own. She smiled bashfully and made a show of calming down. "They, well," she straightened up, organizing her thoughts. "They are like the regular dis--er, they're like the regular ones, but without the anxiety. The life is as ordered, order is the obsession, but without, uh...without the anxiety." + +The otter thought it over, spending a few seconds grooming her whiskers back. "I guess that makes sense. It's something that isn't eating me alive, but it's still a big part of me." + +Amy nodded, turning her paw up to let Dani's paw slip into her own, resting the her free paw on top of it. "I really do mean that in the best way." + +Dani laughed and rolled onto her side, letting her aching tail rest against the side of the beanbag, taking some of the weight off. "No, I get that. It really does make sense. I saw someone about it years ago, on an old girlfriend's suggestion." + +Amy tilted her head, though whether at the 'girlfriend' part or the 'seeing someone about chronic neatness' part, she couldn't tell. + +"My doctor said it wasn't OCD, just part of my personality. Not something I felt bad about, something I felt good about. My ex still thought I was crazy, though." + +Amy patted at the otter's paw in her own, then gave it a little pet, brushing fur that was already straight all the straighter. "Can I confess?" + +Dani laughed. "Of course. I'm no priest, though." + +"I didn't think so" Amy laughed. "Anyway, I guess I saw how neat you were, and that's why I've told you so many names. Just add a little disorder to your life." + +"None of them real?" + +"Of course not." The ringtail grinned as mischievously as she could. "I can't tell you that, remember?" + +Dani laughed. "Right. Five hundred." + +"How many of those classifications are there, anyway?" + +The otter started counting mentally, then perked up. "In the bedroom, there's a book on the bed. I was reading it after yesterday. That should have the catalog in it. Go grab that." + +"Uh, me?" + +"Yeah, you." Dani laughed, "My tail hurts too much. I'm laying down and you're sitting. I'm older than you. Just because." + +----- + +"Okay. Fourteen seventy five." + +Dani had found a few comfortable spots on the beanbag, alternating between stretching out on her front and laying out on her back with her tail resting between the folds of the cushion. "Right, hm. Back when I was a kid, my dad used to take all of us to church. The preacher was a kind old guy, but one day, he got it into his head that it was best to keep it in the town. + +"He saw us girls sitting in the front row and asked us all to come up on the stage. It was so embarrassing. He made us promise to God and the congregation that we weren't to be married to girls in other parishes. + +"Everyone laughed and laughed. *Girls marrying,* they'd say. *Good joke, preacher.* But there I was, standing up there with my sisters, saying I'd never marry a girl from another town. All my hopes and--I'm no good at this, am I?" + +Amy laughed and slapped her paws down on the page. "No, you're good! You came up with that better than I thought you would'a. You just got all stiff at the end, is all." + +Dani grinned. "Makes sense, I guess. I kinda get the rhythm, but it's hard for me to just pull it out of nothing. I get part way through and start thinking about my story too much, about what other categories it fills. I start thinking, *oh, that's four eighty, the kind and unkind girls* and then I'm totally lost." + +"Yeah. I can tell. You get this look on your face when you get to let go. You get all confident lookin' and then you fall apart, and I can almost see the filing cabinets in your eyes." + +They laughed together. + +Contrary to expectations, the outside thermometer had pegged itself at thirty below for a few hours and then, around noon, started to drop even lower. They had eaten a late lunch. Amy asked if she could wash her clothes while she was here, and Dani had found her a shirt and pair of loose pants that would fit meanwhile. The temperature stayed cold through the afternoon. + +Neither were keen to go outside and see just how cold, so they'd parked themselves on the beanbag with the catalog of folktale types. + +Amy had said that she was going to teach Dani how to tell a story, but that was a thin excuse for a continuation of the sleepover atmosphere. What would be more 'sleepover' than telling stories and a friendly competition? + +Dani was losing, that much was obvious. + +"Alright, ninety one," she said. "When someone is caught for their heart (or paw, or eyes) as a remedy --- like one's heart or fingers being the only cure to an illness --- but convinces the antagonist that they left it at home." + +Amy grinned and launched right into the story. She would always win, so long as she could jump right in like that. "Oh yeah, that reminds me of one of my daddy's stories. He laughed about this all the time, said one day, this cat came to him. One of those all black ones, the uh..." + +"A panther?" + +"Yeah, that's the one! Daddy would always say hi to this guy as he walked his property. He used to walk the perimeter of his property and make sure all was okay, but it got him to talking with all his neighbors. + +"Anyway, one day, one of his neighbors takes a shine to his tail, says, *Dang, you know, I wish I had that tail. My wife left me some years ago, you know, and I bet the gals would be all over me, I had a tail like that.* Dad would laugh, we'd all laugh at that. Poor old Mister Lincoln, he looked like a shadow in every picture, like someone had cut out someone, wherever he went. + +"Now dad, he can sense Mister Lincoln starting to get more insistent about things, and one day, on a hunch, he grabs a handful of soot from the fireplace --- we hardly ran the thing these days, but the soot was still there --- and rubbed it into his tail." + +Dani laughed, picturing Amy rubbing soot into her tail, turning the stripes all black. + +Amy grinned. "So dad, he's got this all-black tail. It was nearing night, so it wasn't too out of place, but sure enough, once he runs into Mister Lincoln, out walking his property, the big old guy grabs dad by his collar, starts shaking him, asking for his stripes! + +"Dad doesn't know what to do, starts squealing, just as sure as I would. + +"Well, didn't take a genius to know Mister Lincoln was as drunk as he was plain. He thought he could grab the stripes off daddy's tail and take them for his own. Maybe he'd put them on his face and gain some features. Maybe he'd put them on his paws, so he could always see where his hands were. Maybe he just plain wanted dad's tail." + +"And he left it at home?" Dani asked, giggling. + +"Of course he did! Dad, he told Mister Lincoln he left it in the trunk by his bed. *No stripes today, sir,* he said, kind as could be. *Talk to me tomorrow, though, and I'll hook you up!* + +"Well, Mister Lincoln, he looked pleased as peach, said that'd be real nice. Dad, he had something like ten stripes. Golly, Mister Lincoln would'a been able to do plenty with that!" + +Dani clapped her paws gleefully at the story. "Wonderful! You've got the entire thing set up, right there. I feel like I get close so often, but I just don't quite get it to stick the whole way through." + +The two were as two girls at a sleepover, stretched out on their fronts on a beanbag, a book propped up before them both. + +It was Amy's turn to laugh. "You do get close, yeah. You're just missing mechanics. Like, y'gotta start telling little side stories, no more than a sentence long, to buy yourself some time. We don't care what Mister Lincoln does with the stripes, but we make something up to give us time to, uh...stick our landing, I guess." + +"Yeah, I can't even begin to think of how to do that." Dani shrugged, stretching her tail out carefully and wincing. "If I don't go into the story with the whole thing already written, I'm more than likely just going to run myself in circles trying to think of all of the archetypes." + +Amy looked as though she was cuing up a response to that, perhaps some list of improvements for Dani to follow. The otter interrupted, both of her paws clutching at Amy's. She almost had the ringtail clocked. Shelved, cataloged, organized. + +"You, see, you're eighty one. Here you are, plowing through the world, and you're doing really good. You find yourself on the road, and you got yourself some friends, or maybe just one. Just someone you're traveling with." + +Amy shut down at this outburst, her expression going blank and her paws going slack in Dani's. + +The otter persisted. "You said, *It's so wonderful out now, I must be all set for the next year.* + +"But you were with someone, weren't you? Someone at Open Door? He had a home, something he could offer, he could..." Dani trailed off. "Shit, I'm sorry. I went way too far, there." + +The otter tried to tug her paws back to herself, to withdraw. Drunk on storytelling was a new sensation for her. She hadn't expected it would lead to such an overreach. She hadn't expected it to drop her barriers around classification. + +Amy clutched at Dani's paws, shaking her head. It was a confused gesture, a sad gesture. "No, you're right. He's down at Open Door." + +Ears pinned back and whiskers sleeked in against her cheeks, Dani continued haltingly. "You didn't...you didn't prep for the winter because summer was easy. He had, so he kept you in his debt." + +The ringtail's grip tightened around Dani's paws. + +There was nothing the otter could say to continue. + +"So he pulls me aside, he says *we just need to keep ourselves warm.*" Amy's voice is quiet, hoarse. "And that sounds good to me. But I have to do something in return, so I think to myself, *Aha, I've got a plan.*" + +Dani returned the squeeze of paws. Amy wasn't looking at her any longer, staring toward the blank wall with a smile that's more rictus than jolly. + +"*Don't worry. I'll hold up the roof,* I tell him. So I hide myself away up in the attic, tell him I'm doing something useful, when all the while, I'm making sure I can get away without giving him everything he asks." + +There was a silence between them, then. True silence. Neither had anything to say, and neither could offer any path forward. + +It took a good five minutes for the moment to pass. Amy's expression cycled through vacant amusement, thinly veiled anger, and despair. Dani, frozen where she was with the strained tail, could only hold on to the ringtail's paws and hope that she hadn't fucked up too badly. + +"That--" Amy coughed, clearing her throat and sitting up. "That got a little too real. Alright if we switch to a movie or something?" + +Dani nodded and bowed her head, gesturing in the direction of the shelves of DVDs. "Take your pick." + +----- + +Dani stayed silent through the movie. Amy had chosen a thriller, something with enough action to hold their interest without demanding it. Not *too* actiony, not too cerebral. + +The ringtail had shrunk in size, Dani noticed, all her confidence drained away. The jokey story-telling exercise really had gone too far, and although she stood by her assessment, she realized she probably should have been a bit more careful of providing it. + +All of that openness she had grown over the past few hours, all of that was slowly unwound. She had built up this stanchion of confidence, only to find she'd planned the bridge in the wrong spot. She hadn't had a goal in this sleepover storytime, but even so, she'd fucked it up. + +She spent her time pretending to leaf through the book of motifs and tropes. Amy sat where she had been, watching the TV over Dani as the otter poked through her book. She didn't have quite what it took to look Amy in the eyes. + +*Perhaps I should find her a place to go,* she thought. *Perhaps this whole thing was a mistake. We don't know each other, neither of us know how to share.* + +And yet they stayed there. Amy watched her movie, and Dani's eyes traced lines of text without reading them. + +Dani perked up enough to watch the climax of the movie, canting her ears back enough so that the movie isn't all she heard. She'd seen it dozens of times already. She was more interested in Amy's thoughts than in the movie itself. + +The denouement of the film was swift. A proper thriller, she decided long ago, should leave several threads hanging. Explain too much, and you get a detective story. Explain too little and you get...well, a mess. You get her life. Too many things independently explained which do nothing to provide a sense of the whole. + +Amy seemed to melt beside her, slouching first toward one side, then stretching her legs out, and finally slipping down onto the beanbag. It was more of a collapse than a deliberate movement, but at least it was something. + +"You okay?" Dani asked, setting her book down off to the side. + +Nothing but the sounds of the ringtail settling into the beanbag bed. It was her bed, even. Dani's was around the corner in the bedroom. + +The otter carefully squirmed onto her side, doing all she can not to tweak her tail more than she already has. She'll need to get up to use the bathroom a some point, but for now, she considered herself stuck. + +*Might as well fix this, while we're at it.* + +"You okay, Amy?" + +"Amber." + +Dani hesitated for a moment before murmuring, "Is that your name now?" + +"No, that's my name. Just Amber." + +The ringtail's voice was flat, her eyes downcast and even then focusing on nothing. It hurt to listen to. + +"Did I go to far?" + +"No, you're fine." + +Dani watched the way Amber's eyes went in and out of focus. They never shifted the direction in which they were looking, but it was still plain enough to see the focus shifting. + +"You want to know something?" Dani asked. + +The ringtail lifted her gaze enough to look at Dani properly. "Mm." + +"I don't think your story is eighty one, like I said. It's fifty eight." + +Amy--Amber's ears tilted back. Short, sharp condemnations. + +Dani pressed on all the same. "You're the one who sees something on the far bank that she wants. You have a goal, something you could really desire. Not just a passing fancy." + +Amber's expression softened. + +"So you think, *Ah, there we go! Just what I was after.* But it's on the far bank, right? So you look around and you see the crocodile. He's a good kid, you know. The type of person who would try to do right by you, even if he doesn't get the whole story. + +"Well now, you've got a means, and you've got a goal, but you don't have the influence to make it happen. So you sit down by the crocodile and you say, *Great day out here, really nice.* And he says, *Yup.* And it's not great and all, but you know it's gonna take a while to sway the crocodile's interests to align with yours. + +"*I always find myself thinking of the far bank, of what that would bring me, what I could gain by being there.* The croc frowns. Each bank is the same to him. The river is as valid as land, when it comes to crossing. + +"*All I think about,* the croc says. *Is how I'm going to meet someone. Come to a river, and you've got a one dimensional dating pool. I can't meet anyone across the river I can't meet on this side. The river's not that wide.*" + +Amber was grinning outright, though she stayed quiet to let Dani finish her telling. + +"And that crocodile, well, you know he was kinda of an asshole. All he was thinking about was what he'd get out of the deal. Sometimes that's good and all, like you want to get to the other side too, right? + +"Still, you've got goals other than just *Hey, just looking for a lay.*" + +Amber's grin gets tight, a bit mean, but no less earnest. + +"So you give it a bit of thought, and you duck off down the bank, and you put your hard-earned basket-weaving skills to use, and you come up with a present for the crocodile. + +"*Tell you what, buddy,* you say. *I know a bunch of folks on both sides of the river. I've got a guy on the other side, he says he knows someone. I think she's even on this side of the river.* + +"The croc laughs, and comes back at you with. *Why don't you just send her my way, then?* + +"*Well, it's not that easy, duh. I don't know the girl, I just know my guy, he says he knows all sorts of these girls.* You give this big, exasperated sigh. *Look, just get me over there, and I'll get this all sorted out. We both want that, right?*" + +The ringtail was fully engaged now, laughing and rolling her eyes and nodding along with Dani. + +"You can always tell when a guy's just after one thing, so you just need to point it out to him. Anyway, that's what you've done, and your friendly croc bud helps you across the river. That shit's deep, and you could swim, but that'd suck. + +"Crocodile dude drops you off at the far shore, and sure as shit, you're closer to where you want to be. *Sweet, thanks,* you say. *My buddy here, he says that you've got someone already waiting for you on the other side. She's heard all about you, if you know what I mean. See? there she is now!* + +"And you point across the river. There, just across on the other side, poking just out over the water, is the snout of another crocodile! Well, your dude, he gives you the biggest thumbs up and tackiest wink one could manage, and starts back across the river with your blessing. + +"That's your crocodile on the other side, after all. You made her out of reeds, built up from whole cloth, and now here you are, where you need to be. What your dude does with his very flammable wife is up to him. You've done your part." + +Amber laughed outright at that last bit, and Dani grinned happily in response. + +"I'll give you an nine out of ten on delivery on that one," the ringtail said. "You sold me at the end there, but at the beginning, it sounded like an apology." + +"Yeah." Dani grinned sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Amber." + +"It's cool, I swear." + +"So what about the story?" + +"Oh, that gets a ten out of ten." + +Dani laughed. "Oh yeah?" + +"Of course! I think your earlier story was true, too, but this one's better. I got here, didn't I? I got what I wanted." + +The otter went quiet at that, tilting her head. "How do you mean?" + +Amber shrugged. "I got here. I made it across the rockies, and I have a few more, uh...rivers to cross, but I got here with a bunch of help." + +Dani nodded, waited. + +"It cost a lot. More than I want to say. But I can move on from that." + +The otter gathered up the ringtail's paws in her own and gave them a squeeze. "You sure you're okay?" + +"I think so, yeah." Amber nodded. "He's too interested in experiences, rather than people. He can go off and get more of those, while I get what I want." + +Dani nodded, and let the silence linger on. Finally, she screwed up the courage to add, "You can stay here, too, you know. Long as you need." + +Amber laughed easily. "Thank you. You've done so much for me." + +"Does that make me your crocodile?" Dani shot back, grinning. + +The ringtail didn't respond verbally, but leaned in and give Dani a kiss. + +The otter froze. It was completely out of the blue, though perhaps some part of Dani suspected it was coming. The tension had been a thing, of course, but had always been on her end. She hadn't expected a homeless girl to be giving her a kiss, no matter the stories that surrounded it. + +All the same, the otter relented, shifting more onto her side and ignoring the twinge in her tail. When presented with a kiss, there was no further categorization to be done. They were kissing, and that was that. + +The moment shifted and so did Amber, leaning back away from Dani. The otter plastered her whiskers back against her muzzle. She couldn't hide just how much the kiss had affected her, but she could at least distract from the fact. + +"Tell me your name." + +Amber smiled. It was a soft and kind smile, open and honest. "Amber." + +"I'm not going to wake up to a different name, am I?" + +"Would you like to?" + +Dani laughed. "Probably not. If your goal was to subvert me organizing everything too much, you did it. This, though--" and she leaned forward to give Amber another kiss. "I'd like to hold onto this." + +The ringtail smiled, looking happier than before with nose nearly pressed in against Dani's. "'Amber's real. That's my true name." + +Her whiskers bristling from the close contact, Dani smiled. "What power does that grant me, knowing that?" + +"What power would you like?" Amber grinned. + +"Flight?" + +Amber laughed. + +"Seeing through walls, maybe?" Dani continued. "Precognition? Pyrokinesis? That might be nice with it being this cold." + +"And dangerous, probably." + +It was Dani's turn to laugh. "Okay, yeah, probably." + +The ringtail propped herself up on an elbow, resting her cheek in her paw. "Okay, how about company, then? I can give you the power to not be alone, at least for a bit." + +"I don't know if that's a power, really, but I'm more than happy for it." + +Amber shrugged and grinned down to the otter, "Good. I don't feel very powerful. I don't grant wishes or anything, but it's good to be here." + +"Mm," Dani agreed. + +Amber paused, then laughed. "And this is the point when you kiss me again." + +And so Dani did. + +The otter would ever be herself, and she owned that. It was her place in life to classify the things around her, and so she took up the reins and did as she was built to do. + +Amber, her fur was soft. It wasn't pillowy or silky, but it did fall into the category of soft, similar to the way silt was soft. + +*F.S03 --- fur, soft, dry and smooth*. +{: class="text-right"} + +The ringtail was small --- she barely fit in Dani's clothes, and the otter wasn't large by any stretch of the imagination. But one can wear oversized clothing in a number of ways. Amber didn't seem young, like a girl wearing her father's clothes. She didn't seem like someone wearing ill-fitted clothing. She was just comfortably two sizes smaller than Dani, and was wearing that clothing while her clothing was being dried off. That had to be a trope of its own. + +*C.Sm.03 --- clothing, small, by necessity (cute)*. +{: class="text-right"} + +Sometimes, one comes out of the shower smelling not just clean, but bearing the Scent of Clean, patented and trademarked. Amber had just come out of the shower earlier in the day, but she smelled...not clean, but of herself, with nothing standing in the way of that. + +*Os.C.10 --- odor (self), clean, pleasant (not perfumed)*. +{: class="text-right"} + +She was responsive to Dani's touches. She didn't arch or buck her hips or do anything so silly, but neither was she totally passive. Dani felt that she could drag her paws down along the ringtail's sides and front, and trust that she would continue to feel that confidence. Not eager, but willing. Not slack, but still. Not passive, but soft. Available and open to Dani as the otter moved against her. + +*R.5.05 --- responsiveness, consensual, familiar*. +{: class="text-right"} + +Nose twitched, ears perked, paws touched. Dani explored and investigated, gleefully categorizing as she went. Amber was middling ticklish, more quiet than not, and prone to stretching when touched. When they interacted, they were neither verbose nor silent, neither shy nor bold; just a comfortable commingling that was sensual enough to be labeled as such without being lewd. + +Dani ignored the twinges of pain in her tail as she moved. It was more important to find the ways in which they fit together than to hold her tail still. There are things, she knew, that she would regret the next day: stretches, actions, words. Each of those was duly labeled and set aside. + +The otter focused instead on the things that made them both feel fulfilled. They were both all-in on this, they were both moving together, and that left her path clear: there were a limited set of choices she could make, and she made them. + +By the time the two of them settled down together once more, panting and laughing, Dani knew that her classification of Amber had been wrong from start to finish. The act, the moment, the motions --- those had all been tagged and labeled, described and delineated. + +The ringtail: not at all. + +Amber had come into her life through both of their actions, as well as circumstances outside their control. Along each step of their journey, each had made choices and taken actions that wound up here, with each tangled in their own clothes, and both tangled with one another, sharing pleasure and breath. + +Every step of the way had been noted and slotted into its own comfortable box. + +Dani, as a person, was easily classified, but Amber...she was wholly uncategorizable. + +----- + +When Dani awoke early the next morning --- very early, far before her alarms --- she was alone. Amber was gone. + +When she thought of the last few days, she wasn't totally surprised. The parable from the night before had been accurate enough: Amber had gotten to the other side of the cold snap. Dani would be left grappling with the Amber-that-was, the Amy and the Alex and the Anne, for a while yet. + +Not surprised, but not happy. She had set aside that hindbrain need to categorize and order her life for someone, and now they were gone. Maybe that was good, though. Maybe she needed a bit less order in her life. + +She clumsily paced her apartment for a few hours, that Tuesday. The university was still closed for the remainder of the cold snap, though the temperature was now well above zero. She suspected it was more of an issue about the boiler than the temperature. Either way, she was still all wobbly from the strain in her tail. + +She made coffee. + +She took a nap. + +There was nothing she could do to follow Amber. There was nothing she *would* do to follow her. Amber had moved on, and Dani was left to deal with what remained. Dani could no more follow her than the crocodile could. 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+ max-width: 90%; + margin: 0 auto; +} + +.about-container { + margin: 100px 0 100px; +} + +.about-header { + position: relative; + text-align: center; + padding-bottom: 30px; + margin-bottom: 30px; + &:after { + content: ""; + position: absolute; + bottom: 0; + left: 50%; + transform: translateX(-50%); + display: block; + height: 1px; + width: 80px; + background-color: $dark-purple; + } + .author-image-container { + width: 100px; + height: 100px; + border-radius: 100%; + overflow: hidden; + margin: 0 auto 30px; + } + .subtitle { + color: $dark-purple; + font-weight: 300; + margin: 0; + } +} + +.about-body { + .contact-list { + margin: 0; + padding: 0; + list-style: none; + text-align: center; + li { + display: inline-block; + margin-left: 10px; + &:first-child { + margin-left: 0; + } + a { + display: block; + color: $light-gray; + font-size: 21px; + text-decoration: none; + padding: 5px; + transition: all 350ms cubic-bezier(0.13, 0.43, 0.54, 1.82); + &:hover { + color: $dark-pink; + transform: scale(1.3); + } + } + } + } +} diff --git a/assets/css/sass/parts/_animate.scss b/assets/css/sass/parts/_animate.scss new file mode 100644 index 0000000..58a217e --- /dev/null +++ b/assets/css/sass/parts/_animate.scss @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +.main-header, +.page-image, +.page-content, +.about-container, +.post-card-box { + animation-duration: 0.7s; + animation-fill-mode: both; + animation-name: fadeInDown; +} + +.main-header, +.page-image { + animation-delay: 0.5s; +} + +.page-content, +.about-container, +.post-card-box { + animation-delay: 0.75s; +} + +@-webkit-keyframes fadeInDown { + from { + opacity: 0; + transform: translateY(-20px); + } + to { + opacity: 1; + transform: translateY(0); + } +} + +@keyframes fadeInDown { + from { + opacity: 0; + transform: translateY(-20px); + } + to { + opacity: 1; + transform: translateY(0); + } +} diff --git a/assets/css/sass/parts/_author-box.scss b/assets/css/sass/parts/_author-box.scss new file mode 100644 index 0000000..72af900 --- /dev/null +++ b/assets/css/sass/parts/_author-box.scss @@ -0,0 +1,41 @@ +.author-box { + display: flex; + justify-content: center; + align-items: center; + margin-top: 30px; + padding-bottom: 30px; + border-bottom: 1px solid $lighten-gray; + .author-img { + width: 120px; + height: 120px; + margin-right: 30px; + border-radius: 100%; + } + .author-desc { + h2 { + margin: 0 0 10px; + } + p { + margin: 0 0 10px; + } + ul { + list-style: none; + margin: 0; + padding: 0; + } + li { + display: inline-block; + margin-left: 10px; + &:first-child { + margin-left: 0; + } + a { + font-size: 18px; + color: $dark-gray; + &:hover { + opacity: .8; + } + } + } + } +} diff --git a/assets/css/sass/parts/_footer.scss b/assets/css/sass/parts/_footer.scss new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9fbdc7f --- /dev/null +++ b/assets/css/sass/parts/_footer.scss @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +.main-footer { + padding: 15px 0; + background-color: #efefef; + + .copyright { + text-align: center; + color: $dark-purple; + font-size: 16px; + } +} diff --git a/assets/css/sass/parts/_header.scss b/assets/css/sass/parts/_header.scss new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a4d4aa5 --- /dev/null +++ b/assets/css/sass/parts/_header.scss @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +.main-header { + font-family: 'Lato', sans-serif; + padding: 15px 0; + background-color: $white; + box-shadow: 0px -5px 15px rgba(0,0,0,.3); + + .header-flex { + display: flex; + justify-content: space-between; + align-items: center; + } + .logo { + width: 50%; + text-align: center; + a { + text-decoration: none; + text-transform: uppercase; + font-size: 27px; + font-weight: 300; + color: $dark-purple; + } + } +} + +.main-nav { + position: fixed; + top: 0; + left: 0; + z-index: 10; + width: 300px; + height: 100%; + background-color: $white; + padding: 25px 30px; + transform: translate3d(-300px, 0, 0); + ul { + padding: 15px 0 0; + margin: 0; + list-style: none; + + li { + border-bottom: 1px solid $lighten-gray; + a { + display: block; + padding: 15px 0; + text-decoration: none; + text-transform: uppercase; + font-weight: 400; + font-size: 16px; + color: $dark-purple; + &:hover { + opacity: .8; + color: $dark-pink; + } + } + } + } +} + +.menu-icon-container { + width: 25%; + text-align: left; +} + +.search-icon-container { + width: 25%; + text-align: right; +} + +.menu-icon, +.menu-icon-close, +.search-icon a, +.search-icon-close { + cursor: pointer; + font-size: 18px; + color: $dark-purple; + transition: all .4s; + &:hover { + opacity: .8; + } +} diff --git a/assets/css/sass/parts/_pagination.scss b/assets/css/sass/parts/_pagination.scss new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ff79fc4 --- /dev/null +++ b/assets/css/sass/parts/_pagination.scss @@ -0,0 +1,19 @@ +.pagination { + margin-bottom: 30px; + .previous { + float: left; + } + .next { + float: right; + } + .previous, .next { + text-decoration: none; + text-transform: uppercase; + font-size: 14px; + color: $dark-gray; + &:hover { + opacity: .8; + color: $dark-pink; + } + } +} diff --git a/assets/css/sass/parts/_post-card.scss b/assets/css/sass/parts/_post-card.scss new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5b0bd87 --- /dev/null +++ b/assets/css/sass/parts/_post-card.scss @@ -0,0 +1,77 @@ +.post-card-box { + margin: 100px 0 100px; + padding: 0; + + li { + position: relative; + list-style: none; + float: left; + width: 50%; + transition: all .3s; + &:hover { + opacity: 0.9; + } + & .light-gray { + background-color: $light-gray; + } + & .light-purple { + background-color: $light-purple; + } + } +} + +.post-card { + position: relative; + + .post-card-image { + display: block; + width: 100%; + min-height: 150px; + background-size: cover; + background-position: center; + background-repeat: no-repeat; + &::after { + content: ""; + display: block; + position: absolute; + top: 0; + left: 0; + right: 0; + bottom: 0; + background: rgba(0,0,0,.3); + } + } + + .post-card-body { + position: absolute; + left: 5%; + bottom: 5%; + + .post-card-link { + text-decoration: none; + display: block; + } + + .post-card-title { + font-family: 'Lato', sans-serif; + font-weight: 700; + text-transform: uppercase; + font-size: 18px; + color: $white; + margin: 0 0 10px; + &:hover { + opacity: .8; + } + } + + .tag { + text-decoration: none; + font-size: 10px; + text-transform: uppercase; + color: $white; + &:hover { + text-decoration: underline; + } + } + } +} diff --git a/assets/css/sass/parts/_search.scss b/assets/css/sass/parts/_search.scss new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7d6f194 --- /dev/null +++ b/assets/css/sass/parts/_search.scss @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +.search-box { + padding-top: 40px; + position: fixed; + top: 0; + right: 0; + bottom: 0; + left: 0; + z-index: 100; + background: #fff; + transition: all .4s ease-in-out; + transform: translate(0, -100%) scale(0, 0); +} + +.search-grid { + width: 60%; + margin: 0 auto; +} + +.search-form { + margin-bottom: 15px; + .search { + width: 100%; + padding: 15px; + border: none; + border-bottom: 1px solid $lighten-gray; + outline: none; + font-size: 21px; + color: $dark-gray; + } +} + +.results-search { + list-style: none; + overflow: auto; + height: 90vh; + margin: 0; + padding: 0; + li { + padding-bottom: 15px; + margin-bottom: 15px; + border-bottom: 1px solid $lighten-gray; + + a { + text-decoration: none; + color: $dark-gray; + &:hover { + color: $dark-pink; + opacity: .8; + } + } + } +} + +.search-box.search-active { + transform: translate(0, 0) scale(1, 1); +} + +.icon-close-container { + position: absolute; + top: 0; + right: 0; +} diff --git a/assets/css/sass/parts/_tags.scss b/assets/css/sass/parts/_tags.scss new file mode 100644 index 0000000..52b47fa --- /dev/null +++ b/assets/css/sass/parts/_tags.scss @@ -0,0 +1,45 @@ +.blog-tags { + margin: 100px 0 100px; + h1 { + text-align: center; + font-family: 'Lato', sans-serif; + font-weight: 400; + font-size: 36px; + text-align: center; + margin: 0 0 30px; + color: $dark-purple; + } + .tags { + margin: 0; + padding: 0; + list-style: none; + li { + a { + display: inline-block; + color: $dark-purple; + &:hover { + opacity: .8; + } + } + } + } + .tag-list { + span { + a { + display: inline-block; + color: $dark-pink; + text-decoration: none; + text-transform: uppercase; + font-size: 12px; + margin-bottom: 10px; + &:hover { + text-decoration: underline; + opacity: .8; + } + } + } + small { + color: $dark-purple; + } + } +} diff --git a/assets/css/sass/parts/post-page.scss b/assets/css/sass/parts/post-page.scss new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8d7e47e --- /dev/null +++ b/assets/css/sass/parts/post-page.scss @@ -0,0 +1,201 @@ +@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Gentium+Book+Basic'); + +.page-image { + position: relative; + padding: 0; + margin: 0; + height: 500px; + background-color: $white; + overflow: hidden; + + .cover-image { + height: 100%; + width: 100%; + } +} + +.page-content { + font-family: "Gentium Book Basic", serif; + font-size: 14pt; + line-height: 1.75; + margin-top: -5px; + margin-bottom: 100px; + background-color: $white; + padding: 20px; + box-shadow: 0px 1px 1px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.3); + + .invert & { + background-color: $darken-gray; + color: $white; + } + + &.with-image { + margin-top: -80px; + border-top-left-radius: 20px; + border-top-right-radius: 20px; + } + + & > p { + margin: 0; + &:not(first-of-type) { + text-indent: 2em; + } + } +} + +.header-page { + position: relative; + margin-bottom: 30px; + h1 { + font-family: 'Lato', sans-serif; + font-weight: 400; + font-size: 36px; + text-align: center; + margin: 0 0 20px; + color: $dark-purple; + + .invert & { + color: $light-purple; + } + } + .page-date { + text-align: center; + font-size: 14px; + text-transform: uppercase; + font-weight: 300; + } +} + +.page-footer { + margin-top: 30px; + padding-bottom: 30px; + padding-bottom: 30px; + border-bottom: 1px solid $lighten-gray; + .page-tag, + .page-share { + text-transform: uppercase; + font-size: 12px; + color: $dark-purple; + } + .page-tag { + margin-bottom: 10px; + a { + text-decoration: none; + color: $dark-pink; + &:hover { + opacity: .8; + } + } + } + .page-share { + a { + text-decoration: none; + color: $light-gray; + margin-left: 10px; + font-size: 18px; + &:hover { + opacity: .8; + } + } + } +} + +.recent-box { + margin-top: 30px; + padding-bottom: 30px; + border-bottom: 1px solid $lighten-gray; + .recent-title { + font-family: 'Lato', sans-serif; + font-weight: 400; + color: $dark-purple; + text-align: center; + margin: 0 0 30px; + } + .recent-list { + .recent-item { + position: relative; + display: inline-block; + width: 24%; + height: 150px; + margin-left: 0.5%; + margin-bottom: 0.5%; + transition: all .3s; + span { + position: absolute; + font-size: 12px; + left: 2.5%; + bottom: 10%; + color: $white; + } + &:hover { + opacity: 0.8; + } + } + } +} + +.newsletter { + text-align: center; + margin-top: 30px; + padding-bottom: 60px; + margin-bottom: 30px; + border-bottom: 1px solid $gray; + .newsletter-title { + font-weight: 400; + } + .form-container { + padding: 30px; + background-color: $gray; + width: 720px; + max-width: 100%; + margin: 0 auto; + p { + margin: 0; + } + } + .screen-reader-text { + clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px); + height: 1px; + overflow: hidden; + position: absolute !important; + width: 1px; + word-wrap: normal !important; + } + .newsletter-box { + position: relative; + max-width: 100%; + margin: 25px 0; + display: flex; + align-items: stretch; + .email-input { + flex-grow: 1; + height: 40px; + padding: 8px 10px; + width: 100%; + max-width: 100%; + color: $dark-gray; + border: none; + border-radius: 2px; + font-size: 14px; + outline: none; + } + .subscribe-btn { + flex-shrink: 0; + width: 100px; + height: 40px; + font-size: 14px; + text-align: center; + color: $white; + background-color: $dark-purple; + vertical-align: baseline; + cursor: pointer; + border: none; + border-radius: 2px; + outline: none; + transition: all .3s; + &:hover { + background-color: $dark-pink; + } + } + } +} diff --git a/assets/css/sass/tools/_normalize.scss b/assets/css/sass/tools/_normalize.scss new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9b9e3c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/assets/css/sass/tools/_normalize.scss @@ -0,0 +1,436 @@ +/*! normalize.css v7.0.0 | MIT License | github.com/necolas/normalize.css */ + +/* Document + ========================================================================== */ + +/** + * 1. Correct the line height in all browsers. + * 2. Prevent adjustments of font size after orientation changes in + * IE on Windows Phone and in iOS. + */ + +html { + line-height: 1.15; /* 1 */ + -ms-text-size-adjust: 100%; /* 2 */ + -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; /* 2 */ +} + +/* Sections + ========================================================================== */ + +/** + * Remove the margin in all browsers (opinionated). + */ + +body { + margin: 0; +} + +/** + * Add the correct display in IE 9-. + */ + +article, +aside, +footer, +header, +nav, +section { + display: block; +} + +/** + * Correct the font size and margin on `h1` elements within `section` and + * `article` contexts in Chrome, Firefox, and Safari. + */ + +h1 { + font-size: 2em; + margin: 0.67em 0; +} + +/* Grouping content + ========================================================================== */ + +/** + * Add the correct display in IE 9-. + * 1. Add the correct display in IE. + */ + +figcaption, +figure, +main { /* 1 */ + display: block; +} + +/** + * Add the correct margin in IE 8. + */ + +figure { + margin: 1em 40px; +} + +/** + * 1. Correct the inheritance and scaling of font size in all browsers. + * 2. Correct the odd `em` font sizing in all browsers. + */ + +pre { + font-family: monospace, monospace; /* 1 */ + font-size: 1em; /* 2 */ +} + +/* Text-level semantics + ========================================================================== */ + +/** + * 1. Remove the gray background on active links in IE 10. + * 2. Remove gaps in links underline in iOS 8+ and Safari 8+. + */ + +a { + background-color: transparent; /* 1 */ + -webkit-text-decoration-skip: objects; /* 2 */ +} + +/** + * 1. Remove the bottom border in Chrome 57- and Firefox 39-. + * 2. Add the correct text decoration in Chrome, Edge, IE, Opera, and Safari. + */ + +abbr[title] { + border-bottom: none; /* 1 */ + text-decoration: underline; /* 2 */ + text-decoration: underline dotted; /* 2 */ +} + +/** + * Prevent the duplicate application of `bolder` by the next rule in Safari 6. + */ + +b, +strong { + font-weight: inherit; +} + +/** + * Add the correct font weight in Chrome, Edge, and Safari. + */ + +b, +strong { + font-weight: bolder; +} + +/** + * 1. Correct the inheritance and scaling of font size in all browsers. + * 2. Correct the odd `em` font sizing in all browsers. + */ + +code, +kbd, +samp { + font-family: monospace, monospace; /* 1 */ + font-size: 1em; /* 2 */ +} + +/** + * Add the correct font style in Android 4.3-. + */ + +dfn { + font-style: italic; +} + +/** + * Add the correct background and color in IE 9-. + */ + +mark { + background-color: #ff0; + color: #000; +} + +/** + * Add the correct font size in all browsers. + */ + +small { + font-size: 80%; +} + +/** + * Prevent `sub` and `sup` elements from affecting the line height in + * all browsers. + */ + +sub, +sup { + font-size: 75%; + line-height: 0; + position: relative; + vertical-align: baseline; +} + +sub { + bottom: -0.25em; +} + +sup { + top: -0.5em; +} + +/* Embedded content + ========================================================================== */ + +/** + * Add the correct display in IE 9-. + */ + +audio, +video { + display: inline-block; +} + +/** + * Add the correct display in iOS 4-7. + */ + +audio:not([controls]) { + display: none; + height: 0; +} + +/** + * Remove the border on images inside links in IE 10-. + */ + +img { + border-style: none; +} + +/** + * Hide the overflow in IE. + */ + +svg:not(:root) { + overflow: hidden; +} + +/* Forms + ========================================================================== */ + +/** + * 1. Change the font styles in all browsers (opinionated). + * 2. Remove the margin in Firefox and Safari. + */ + +button, +input, +optgroup, +select, +textarea { + font-family: sans-serif; /* 1 */ + font-size: 100%; /* 1 */ + line-height: 1.15; /* 1 */ + margin: 0; /* 2 */ +} + +/** + * Show the overflow in IE. + * 1. Show the overflow in Edge. + */ + +button, +input { /* 1 */ + overflow: visible; +} + +/** + * Remove the inheritance of text transform in Edge, Firefox, and IE. + * 1. Remove the inheritance of text transform in Firefox. + */ + +button, +select { /* 1 */ + text-transform: none; +} + +/** + * 1. Prevent a WebKit bug where (2) destroys native `audio` and `video` + * controls in Android 4. + * 2. Correct the inability to style clickable types in iOS and Safari. + */ + +button, +html [type="button"], /* 1 */ +[type="reset"], +[type="submit"] { + -webkit-appearance: button; /* 2 */ +} + +/** + * Remove the inner border and padding in Firefox. + */ + +button::-moz-focus-inner, +[type="button"]::-moz-focus-inner, +[type="reset"]::-moz-focus-inner, +[type="submit"]::-moz-focus-inner { + border-style: none; + padding: 0; +} + +/** + * Restore the focus styles unset by the previous rule. + */ + +button:-moz-focusring, +[type="button"]:-moz-focusring, +[type="reset"]:-moz-focusring, +[type="submit"]:-moz-focusring { + outline: 1px dotted ButtonText; +} + +/** + * Correct the padding in Firefox. + */ + +fieldset { + padding: 0.35em 0.75em 0.625em; +} + +/** + * 1. Correct the text wrapping in Edge and IE. + * 2. Correct the color inheritance from `fieldset` elements in IE. + * 3. Remove the padding so developers are not caught out when they zero out + * `fieldset` elements in all browsers. + */ + +legend { + box-sizing: border-box; /* 1 */ + color: inherit; /* 2 */ + display: table; /* 1 */ + max-width: 100%; /* 1 */ + padding: 0; /* 3 */ + white-space: normal; /* 1 */ +} + +/** + * 1. Add the correct display in IE 9-. + * 2. Add the correct vertical alignment in Chrome, Firefox, and Opera. + */ + +progress { + display: inline-block; /* 1 */ + vertical-align: baseline; /* 2 */ +} + +/** + * Remove the default vertical scrollbar in IE. + */ + +textarea { + overflow: auto; +} + +/** + * 1. Add the correct box sizing in IE 10-. + * 2. 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