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    • by the Crew of the Automaton I make it to my apartment without any further problems or running into anyone. A sigh of relief escapes me once I'm back on my own floor, back alone like I'm used to being. Putting away the food from Chaisee means seeing the single remaining pastry in the fridge from Yilmaz and I hiss as I close the door. There's no one here to hear it and still it's only a quiet noise. There's too many variables. Too many what ifs and maybes and three days is far too much time to waste. Three days could see him dead…
    • by the Crew of the Automaton Engineering and magical marvels, the quartet of airships known as the LAGOONs are a beacon of safety for the world. No need to worry about fiends or worse when you can hire Riptide Agents from the nearest LAGOON after all! They’re specially trained to make sure the tide is in your favor! But a shocking reveal shakes the world’s faith in the LAGOONs right…
    • by the Crew of the Automaton The way in which I've jinxed us doesn't show up immediately. We have time to make decisions on what to eat and Sara fusses at Chaisee trying to make everyone food on her own. It's an opening that Rehema immediately takes advantage of and I slip in to make sure everyone has napkins and drinks while those three are playfully bickering. My stealth goes unnoticed until Sara is grabbing napkins and stops short with a confused croak. Rehema eyes me suspiciously and I put my hands up. In my defense, I…
    • by the Crew of the Automaton Kukali lets out this little huff of air that I've learned means she's swallowing a hiss at that shout. She doesn't seem all that surprised, an' that means I need to assess what's going down. The announcer talking about economic changes is less important than taking in how she's doing. I've never traveled with Kali before so I don't have a single damn thing to base my assumptions of her reactions on. …Well, that ain't entirely true. Hema is a big cat like Kali is… I glance around quick. Sara's…
    • by the Crew of the Automaton The word hangs in the forest air like a settling fog. It nixes several possibilities from the list I had constructed in my head and highlights others. Just one word and I can adapt and change what I'm considering based on it. None of us respond immediately. I presume that Chaisee, Rehema, and Sara are coming up with their own thoughts to share with me later. And the socially polite thing is to wait for elaboration. Elaboration that never comes. The client repeats themself. "Assassination." Slower…
    • by the Crew of the Automaton Fiends. One of the first things you learn here at the LAGOONs is that you are always on fiend disposal duty and since this is Fiend Disposal 101 - it's my job to make sure that you understand what they are so it doesn't disarm you in the field. They're us. Or they were, at some point... after a fashion. You can see it and hear it in the younger fiends - when they scream, they still sound human. There's no turning them back. Get that bit in your heads - there. is. no. turning. them. back. See,…
    • by the Crew of the Automaton I'd never considered the hiss of my door sliding open to be comforting. Right now though? It's the single most soothing sound I've heard in hours. Taking a close second place is the cold air that blasts from inside of my apartment. Everywhere else is always too warm for me - set somewhere at an average for everyone in this LAGOON - but my apartment is set for my comfort alone. The temperature difference is enough that the initial blast of cold air comes with a visible curl of chill that evaporates…
    • by the Crew of the Automaton So. Somebody you trust gave you a link and told you to click it. This is, perhaps, the one and only time that doing so is a good thing. Welcome, new friend, to the landing page of The Lodestar. You may or may not have heard of us - some folks talk about us pretty openly and our public pages do have a large spread of information. We're not going to make any assumptions, so if you know who we are and what we're about then you can skim the next few paragraphs. If not, then read away. Might save your…
    • by the Crew of the Automaton The training decks will fix me. …Wait. I blink and squint at the ceiling above me. There's familiar grey tile patterned with specks of paint from the one disastrous time someone thought the infirmary needed more color and decided to use red. That hadn't gone over well. The infirmary. The infirmary…? Right. How I got here is a looming question mark, but I remember snatches of the fighting once I made it to the training deck. I remember my plan. I exhale and nod, hand straying to the spot where…
    • by the Crew of the Automaton I don't have plans for things like this. Fiends don't roam the halls of the LAGOON. So I wind up wasting valuable time scrambling for an idea beyond throwing myself out of the way of the charge. The only idea that comes to mind is a bad one. It's such a terrible one that Yilmaz would have already jumped to do it if he could. And it's the only thing that comes to mind as I realize that my dodge has meant that the lobster-shaped fiend is now right in front of the doors of the infirmary. I can hear…
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