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Find Chapter 1 here
Chapter 2 is here
Chapter 3 is here
Chapter 4 is here
Chapter 5 is here
Chapter 6 is here
Chapter 7 is here.
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Chapter 8: here
Chapter 9: here
Chapter 10: here
Chapter 11 (R-Rated) here
Chapter 12: here
Chapter 13: here
Chapter 14: here
Chapter 15: here

You can skip Chapter 11 without losing the plot.
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Linkspam can't stop rereading

Thursday, January 19th, 2017 08:27 pm
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Gay Talese @ Esquire: Frank Sinatra Has a Cold
Frank Sinatra, holding a glass of bourbon in one hand and a cigarette in the other, stood in a dark corner of the bar between two attractive but fading blondes who sat waiting for him to say something.

Jeanne Marie Laskasjan @ NYT: To Obama With Love, and Hate, and Desperation
These were people writing, and you’re a person reading, and the president is a person. Just keep remembering that, and you’ll be fine.

Poem: "Your Heart and Your Trust"

Thursday, January 19th, 2017 05:10 pm
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This poem is spillover from the January 3, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] lone_cat and discussion with other characters regarding Turq and Mr. Dipper. It also fills the "betrayal" square in my 1-1-17 card for the Dark Fantasy Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Officer Pink thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

Warning: This poem contains intense material. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It features sudden and (necessarily) fairly rough waking of Ansel by Turq, the first time Turq comes upstairs without direct encouragement, Turq's considerable stress over being indoors at all, reporting a major incident with Mr. Dipper and some kids who probably don't want to be with him, faginy, asking for help and getting it, but still being panicky, references to Turq backsliding after meeting his family, Turq's stumbling path back to everyday society, volunteering for hazardous activities, preliminary plans for a police raid on Mr. Dipper's place, Turq's car issues, betrayal, ethical dilemmas, feeling broken, trust issues, and other difficulties. On the whole, though, interactions between Turq and Ansel are positive. If these are touchy topics for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward. This is a major plot point, so skipping it would leave a huge gap.

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January by the numbers continues (now three days off, meeps~)!
From [personal profile] kelkyag's prompt "Underneath umbrellas, unicorns unite;" a ficlet, or maybe a start of a ficlet.

In the same setting as the Aardvark story (here) and maybe the Fall story (here), which may just be my overarching Space Colony setting.


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The sun was far too bright. The sun was always too bright. On Feshgarrun IV, the land was rich, fertile, and wonderful - but only within [geographic thing] of the equator. The land belted that equator in a series of archipelagos and small continents; there was land near the poles as well, but it was covered in ice, and much much less-populously colonized.

So the land was good, the work was easy, and the leisure time was warm.
Far too warm.

The colonists on Feshgarrun IV - and they were still colonists; it was still a newly-discovered planet and the Company still owned everything from the mine equipment to the houses to the umbrella store - worked steadily, even if the work was easy. And in their leisure time, they would walk along the long beaches, covered with wide umbrellas that reflected the sun back up to the sky.

Colonists - especially the first-instance colonists, the ones that often moved on to colony after colony - were a strange lot. They had Aardvarks, they had Giants. They had Butterflies.

And they had Unicorns, those rare people who by genetics or gengineering were perfect for any particular colony.

On Feshgarrun IV, “perfect” was a matter of some debate. Even the Unicorns wore wide-brimmed hats and sunglasses; even the Unicorns preferred dusk and dawn to noon.

And the Unicorns came together on the beaches, tucked underneath umbrellas, plotting the future of a colony they were designed to work for, not to run.

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Open ID on LiveJournal

Thursday, January 19th, 2017 02:46 pm
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 [personal profile] technoshaman reports that it is possible to vote in LiveJournal polls using the Open ID function.  \o/  So you-all can do that now, and I won't have to hand-count as many backchannel votes on polls.  I knew you could comment that way, but few people bother, and it's not as big a deal.

In related news, the free epic poll is open if you wish to vote.

MARKED - 2.3

Thursday, January 19th, 2017 06:38 pm
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MARKED - 2.3

Lorque jutted out her chin. “Reinmonte is a safe Academy. I’m not worried. Try the squash dish, Nilien.” She turned her whole body towards Nilien, as if physically cutting off the previous conversation. “It’s really good. Better than it looks, I’m afraid, but quite tasty.”

Ember bumped Nilien’s arm with its head.

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[Art] A Corvid's Growth

Friday, January 20th, 2017 12:28 am
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Ballpoint pen on acid-free sustainable forest paper (courtesy of Paperblanks).
This corvid has already been spoken for,
and couldn't be going to a more awesome person.
It actually started out as a doodle,
and I didn't expect anything to come of it at all.

But it's left me thinking I should sketch/illustrate in cheapie ballpoint more often...


A Corvid's Growth

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Poem: "The Day You Start to Move Forward"

Wednesday, January 18th, 2017 10:25 pm
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This poem came out of the January 3, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [livejournal.com profile] paantha. It also fills the "chance" square in my 1-1-17 card for the Dark Fantasy Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Calliope thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

Warning: This poem contains some intense topics. Hankie warning for personal growth and domestic situations. Highlight to read the more detailed warnings, some of which are spoilers. It involves trying to get over things without much luck, frustration with slow progress, awkward couples therapy, boundary issues, communication issues, whole magazine racks full of issues in every color and theme, impaired bond dynamics, negotiation and compromise, mismatched stages of development, and other angst. Overall, though, the tone is hopeful. If these are sensitive subjects for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before moving onward.

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Hard Things

Wednesday, January 18th, 2017 08:31 pm
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Life is full of things which are hard or tedious or otherwise unpleasant that need doing anyhow. They help make the world go 'round, they improve skills, and they boost your sense of self-respect. But doing them still kinda sucks. It's all the more difficult to do those things when nobody appreciates it. Happily, blogging allows us to share our accomplishments and pat each other on the back.

What are some of the hard things you've done recently?  What are some hard things you haven't gotten to yet, but need to do?
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January by the numbers continues (now three days off, meeps~)!
From [personal profile] kelkyag's prompt "Careful consideration;" a ficlet.

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There are some situations which require the sort of consideration that takes actual minutes, actual thought, actual knowledge of the options.

There are some situations where you have to weigh your choices, study the consequences, research the possibilities.

Sometimes, you really have to go into something with your eyes open and your homework done.

Like moving to another planet, for instance.

You need to know where you're going, at a bare minimum, what you're going to do when you get there, how you're going to survive, how you're going to make money.

I mean, that's the absolute minimum. Like, can you breathe the air? Can you survive the gravity? Is there anything there to eat? Most of those planetary colony flights are one-way-only: you get there, you’re stuck. It’s not the sort of thing you do on a whim.

Unless, of course, you’re Jeropey Onefferie. RIght about now, Onefferie is sneaking on to a colony flight, picked — if you can believe this; I hardly can and I’m telling the story — by the roll of a die. He’s stowing away on a bet, the winnings of which he may never be able to collect.

It’s a colony flight, you say, of course he can survive where other humans can. Ah, but we are not on Earth; we’re on Besh Rithtaen, armpit of the universe, highway off-ramp of the galaxy, collection spot for at least three hundred sentient races, many of whom (including humans) live in sealed environments or environment suits.

And the colony ship he’s slipped on to is a Meshtarina ship. That doesn’t spell immediate demise — the Meshtarina live in the same range of environments as humans.

We know this, however, because the Meshtarina run human farms on planets outside the Federation regulations.

There are some situations which really do require careful consideration.
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Rhysling Award Discrimination

Wednesday, January 18th, 2017 04:51 pm
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For some months, the Science Fiction Poetry Association has been squabbling over the definition of speculative poetry, what qualifies as "speculative enough," and in a slightly overlapping discussion, the name of the organization and whether it should say something other than "science fiction." I and several other folks experienced in poetry and small organizations have pointed out that trying to force your pet definition on other people will consistently start arguments and frequently cause people to leave.

Now it's Rhysling Award nomination season, and the officers rejected a poem for not being speculative enough. Said poem was originally published in a speculative magazine, Strange Horizons -- which means the author, the editors, and the nominator all thought it was a speculative poem. But their opinions are irrelevant; the poem is excluded from consideration because someone else doesn't think it's speculative enough, people in a position of power that allows them to dictate other people's actions.

Predictably, this happened. Here is the poem, "I Will Be Your Grave."

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In Which Mieve Actually Says Something

Wednesday, January 18th, 2017 03:37 pm
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First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which Neither Amrit nor Mieve Communicate.


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If there was any forgiving to happen, you have it.

She didn't know whether to feel dismissed, pleased, or worried. She felt a little bit of each.

"I had a Kept. I had a lot of Kept, but I had one, well." She caught her breath, counted to ten, and tried again. "I thought things were fine. I treated him well and we were even sharing a bed. But when I released him, he attacked me." Her lips twisted. "That was the last Kept I released here. After that, I took them miles away first."

For a minute, he didn't say anything. Then Amrit smirked at her - which had not been the reaction she was expecting at all.
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Winter 2011 pictures: We don't have the snow this year, but I have some nice shots of a year that we did~

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Cetus had stopped struggling when one of them got an arm around his throat.

Before that point, he was pretty sure he'd broken someone's ribs and someone else's nose; dislocated three fingers on a grabbing hand and pulled out two handfuls of hair. He'd also twisted his own ankle and sprained his wrist, as well as getting a nasty gash on his forehead, but that was nothing. He'd done worse to himself falling down stairs, when he went through his clumsy phase.
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MARKED - 2.2

Wednesday, January 18th, 2017 07:03 pm
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MARKED - 2.2

Nilien looked around the dining hall. She could see a few empty seats off in one corner, where maybe she could eat in peace.

“It’s not like she really feels pain,” Istore protested. “She’s a Weed. They don’t have feelings the same way you and I do.”

Or there was that little group of people, the the one with the girl with the teal-green rabbit and the boy with the yellow weasel.

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Edally Academy Chapter 58A: The Archive and the Treaty

Wednesday, January 18th, 2017 06:42 pm
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Author's note: This section goes before the section posted Monday.  Sorry about that!

The address Elelakorra had given them turned out to be the floor below the first floor of a four-story stone building just outside the royal quarter.  The entrance in the front of the building led to a very att

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Setting Meme

Wednesday, January 18th, 2017 09:49 am
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I was playing around with my friends on Twitter (thinking about Month of Letters) and this came up.

So: If I wrote a setting just for you, what would it look like?

Today's Discovery

Wednesday, January 18th, 2017 01:42 am
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We met up with my parents and Doug's son Trevor.  Supper wasn't impressive.  But afterwards we went to El Oasis, our favorite Mexican ice cream parlor.  (Have I mentioned it's like a little slice of Terramagne?  Which is why I usually drop my change into the tip jar.)  They had a new flavor: chongos.  Actual chongos is a type of cheese, but not salted like their queso.  The ice cream had a cheesy, sort of caramel flavor that we fell in love with.  Doug decided to double-scoop it with caramel ice cream, and eventually realized that this duplicates his favorite popcorn mix, cheese and caramel.   I didn't think it would have enough contrast, but it actually worked great.  So now the gansito has a real competitor.  :D
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Atul Gawande @ the New Yorker: The Heroism of Incremental Care
Success, therefore, is not about the episodic, momentary victories, though they do play a role. It is about the longer view of incremental steps that produce sustained progress. That, such clinicians argue, is what making a difference really looks like.

[personal profile] siderea: [pols] "hardened against crisis through social programs"
Manufacturing (and exploiting extant) crisis is a way of destabilizing polities and shifting the balance of power. Hardening a society against that line of attack is a matter of civil defense.

Ta-Nehisi Coates @ the Atlantic: My President Was Black
It was birtherism—not trade, not jobs, not isolationism—that launched Trump’s foray into electoral politics.“
&
It is a quintessentially Obama program—conservative in scope, with impacts that are measurable.

MARKED - 2.1

Tuesday, January 17th, 2017 06:26 pm
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MARKED - 2.1

If the classroom hallway had driven home that Reinmonte was housed in a castle, the dining hall shouted it. Nilien stopped in the doorway, despite Lorque’s tugging, to look up at the huge vaulted stone ceiling and then to look down the hall at the columns and the long tables.

“You can eat with my friends and me.”

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