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Illustrations from Orchids: Their Culture and Management, 1890.

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It’s fine, Treason is a gateway drug!

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The charity stream for Felix is going on. Please come join! 

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As many of you may have already heard, on Friday, March 3rd Felix Mullins     ( @thejudge ) and Ashley Green(@a-controlled-substance) were involved in a car crash when their car slid on ice and hit a semi truck.

Sadly Felix did not survive this crash.

His girlfriend Ashley Green is currently in the ICU with a brain injury and a skull fracture. The family could use some help with medical expenses and other various things so tomorrow night at 9pm CST I will be hosting a live stream where I will be playing OFF and Felix’s fangame HOME with some help from @lumberjonathan and @pseudotis. All proceeds from the live stream will go to support Ashley’s recovery fund.

Through out the night we will be hosting auctions with prizes donated by @nightmargin @lumberjonathan @pseudotis and myself.

We will also be giving out various game codes throughout the night so please come join us and help out a family in need of support right now.

Please follow me @mutantrenegade for any updates about the stream including more information about the auctions and prizes that will be given throughout the night and please follow @gemboyadvance and the recovery fund for updates about Felix and Ashley.

If you have anything you would like to donate to the auction please message me and I will get back to you as soon as I can.

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keeperofthe-gate:

Porter nodded in agreement, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “Oh, my name is Porter. A-and no, you’re fine, you’re not disturbing me.” He put his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt, pulling his legs closer to his chest. He let out a short sigh. “It’s uh… nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Zeke is thankful, though Porter likely can’t tell. Telling anyone his name always has some risk attached to it, but it doesn’t seem like he’s heard of him. Good. Maybe the wanted posters have stopped circulating since he managed to evade capture last year. Perhaps he’s been pronounced legally dead or the like? That’d be useful.

“Hhm... D-do you know anywhere I c-could stay the night? I’ve been t-travelling.”

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Zeke grins and trots after them eagerly. “Of c-course I’d come back,” he says with a small laugh. “I l-like to share what I know, and I need sugar. It’s only l-logical.”

That said, as he’s brought further out from the main housing section he’s still set on edge, and it settles in that he’s walking into the home of a stranger who was quite prepared to kill him before. He reassures himself a little with the knowledge that, as far as he can tell, Rel finds him more valuable alive than dead, and that counts for a lot in Vesper. They evidently haven’t heard about the bounty on his head. Hopefully it stays that way for good while; this is a good gig, and the possibility getting attacked at some point beats the hell out of risking dying a thief every time he needs sugar.

It's a busy day in Zone 3, and for that Zeke is thankful. It's much easier to hide in plain sight when you can simply move with the crowds. It's been a lot harder to find who he's looking for with all the other elsens milling around, though, so he's relieved to spot Rel; the longer he hangs around anywhere, the more likely he is to get caught. He slips out of the crowd to speak to them. "I'm r-running low on sugar. I've got much more to tell you if you're willing to share."

Rel’s back straightened in surprise upon hearing the voice, having zoned out a little. With nobody to talk to, they often waited around the factory for their shift to start and daydream.

They cracked a grin when they realized it was…. er…. the fact man, again. They had a few hours to kill, how convenient.

“Thought I wouldn’t see you again! C’mon, I’ve got sugar.” They gestured for Zeke to follow them, making their way towards their housing unit. Having been burned, they were housed a little ways out from the other Elsen, but still within shouting distance… sort of.

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((I’m terribly sorry I’ve been absent! I’ve been gone because my girlfriend’s visited me for the first time and I’ve wanted to focus on her, so it’s a happy reason. I’ll be getting to more replies tomorrow.))

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leftoverseer:

Clive’s mouth twists to the side and looks over Zeke again in consideration. What’s this guy been up to, then. “Ye, you do look different but, honestly, the workers here get 2 hours of guaranteed free time everyday besides showers and sleep. And they’d mostly have their head in the desserts, they ain’t gonna notice much about a guy who looks close enough but just has weird eyes and is a bit pink.” Zeke gives the other Elsen a bit too much credit, the ones who weren’t sweetened up enough to notice where probably too busy wanting to get sweetened up. “Like, it ain’t like you’re planning on robbing the sugar vaults or anything. It’s the cafeteria,” he snorted slightly before turning around and began walking off. “Look,I’m heading there anyway so if you’re jittery about it you can just come with me.” The offer was casual, the guy seemed weird before and he’s still weird but he doesn’t seem like a dangerous sorta weird. At first impression, second impression??, anyway… “Besides. I’m a good guy like that, wouldn’t you say so, Mister Passing-Through?”

“True, I suppose.” Zeke knows what sugar-high elsen are like - hell, he’s had enough of the stuff to feel it himself, a few times - and he has to agree with Clive. They can barely remember their own names.

He almost flinches at the joke about the sugar vaults. Well... Hopefully he won’t have to do that again anytime soon. He catches up to Clive as he walks away.

“Th-that sounds wise. I’ll g-go with you. I think.” It’d probably look a bit less suspicious if he walks in with a native worker. “...Though I d-don’t know if I’d call you ‘good’ just yet,” Zeke says, quirking an eyebrow.

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Zeke grins. “Hh-how could I walk away from a deal like that?” He follows them gladly, though internally he remains cautious. There’s always the possibility of a trap, so he prepares to run, strike, or both if necessary, especially once he reaches Rel’s door. After all, they were absolutely prepared to take his life not so long ago.

It's a busy day in Zone 3, and for that Zeke is thankful. It's much easier to hide in plain sight when you can simply move with the crowds. It's been a lot harder to find who he's looking for with all the other elsens milling around, though, so he's relieved to spot Rel; the longer he hangs around anywhere, the more likely he is to get caught. He slips out of the crowd to speak to them. "I'm r-running low on sugar. I've got much more to tell you if you're willing to share."

Rel’s back straightened in surprise upon hearing the voice, having zoned out a little. With nobody to talk to, they often waited around the factory for their shift to start and daydream.

They cracked a grin when they realized it was…. er…. the fact man, again. They had a few hours to kill, how convenient.

“Thought I wouldn’t see you again! C’mon, I’ve got sugar.” They gestured for Zeke to follow them, making their way towards their housing unit. Having been burned, they were housed a little ways out from the other Elsen, but still within shouting distance… sort of.

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“No, no, while I do enjoy being with my friends, it sometimes gets…. tiring, y'know? So I take a walk, find a place to settle, and play guitar all I want before I feel comfortable going back.” Porter shrugged. “I don’t know. Sometimes it’s too much. Knowing that people even….. care.” He mumbled the last part, looking down at his burnt hands. “O-oh uh, sorry. I-I didn’t mean for th-that to get all… uh… p-personal.” He shifted himself a little bit, nervous.

“It’s fine. I c-can relate.” Zeke sighs quietly and pauses for a moment before he continues, turning to look at the library’s tower at the centre of Bismark. “It can feel strange, j-just knowing that people know you exist and that they actually like you, and just being around anyone c-can be too much sometimes.” He turns back to Porter, a little melancholy but content. He laughs softly. “Speaking of p-personal, what’s your n-name, anyway? M-mine’s Zeke. I hope I’m not d-disturbing you, g-given what you’ve told me.”

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Clive shrugs casually, part of him feeling unused to talking this amicably to another elsen. “It’s a living,” he could tell Zeke was a skeptic and honestly couldn’t blame the guy, “don’t worry it won’t cost you money.” Okay, so the second hand feelings coming from Zeke were giving him the most amusement he’s felt in weeks, sue him. He doesn’t want the guy too stressed out though, so he continues after a beat. “Like, you get a meal yeah. You have some, much as you want but you leave some. You give what’s left to me and I read it from there. Simple enough.” Yeah, Clive probably wouldn’t believe that either but hey. “If you feel like giving it a go sometime, or you have some free time to spare after all, passing through. You could usually find me at the cafeteria. Gonna guess you know where that is?” Zeke doesn’t look like he’s from Clive’s Vesper but he definitely looks like he could be from another places Vesper.

Zeke listens curiously, though he squints at the last remark. He’s already come to expect jabs and double entendres from Clive. “V-very funny. Yes, I do know where it is.” He lets it slide; in his experience Vesper elsens tend to be more laissez-faire about weight. It’d be a little difficult not to be, in a lot of cases. It was certainly that way back in his home file.

He looks thoughtful. “D-do you honestly think they’d just let me in and take a plate, though? I m-mean, really. Like you said, I d-don’t exactly look native.” He shifts, a little uncomfortably, and breaks eye contact. “I’m, er, a b-bit hard up at the moment, so it’d help, at least.”

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“Is that so? I-i’m not from around here too… but it’s a long story…ha ha…” Fleur laughs nervously, looking somewhere with a blank expression. “Ah, y-yes, of cousre you can take it! I read it anyway…”

Zeke frowns, concerned, as Fleur stares into the middle distance. “Well, th-thank you... Are you alright?” Everyone has their baggage, he supposes. He takes the book carefully, both as if the book is terribly valuable and as if he’s afraid to somehow hurt Fleur.

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“I get bored sometimes, yeah.” Porter shrugged. “But I usually just stay around my friends. Another reason that I moved. Pretty much everyone I knew at the time lived in Zone 2, so.” He was surprised that this person didn’t ask about his scars yet. Almost everyone did the first time they met him. It was odd, but he didn’t mention it.

Zeke absently runs his fingers through the thick curls framing his forehead, and there’s a glimpse of a long, ragged, dark grey scar hidden underneath them. It looks like he’s not so inclined to ask about scars because he’s got a few of his own. His brow furrows as he listens to Porter speak. “Ff-friends, hm? I d-don’t mean to be rude, b-but... I can’t help but notice the p-past tense, is th-that why you’re out here? I m-mean... I w-wouldn’t call this b-busking weather. C-can’t you stay with the friends you have now?”

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Zeke slides the book from the shelf neatly, then pauses for a moment at Fleur’s question. “Ah, no, n-not really. I don’t live here,” he says, with a wan smile. “Are you quite sure you don’t want this book? I’m p-planning to take it out for a while.”

Zeke stops short when he realises another elsen is reaching for the same botany book as him. "Oh! I'm s-sorry. I d-didn't see you there."

Fleur rarely has an opportunity to talk to other elsens, that’s why he seems very nervous when he hears unfamiliar elsen addressing him. “I-it’s okay! You may take it if you w-want…” Though he is very nervous, Fleur decides to continue the conservation, “Um… I’ve never seen you before, do you live somewhere near?”

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Porter shrugged, looking over to the side for a bit and then back at the other elsen. He wasn’t exactly comfortable talking about Zone 3, but he tried to not show it. “Well, Zone 3 is a lot more… organized. It’s not as calm and quiet as Zone 2 is. I honestly prefer Zone 2 over Zone 3…”

“Fair,” Zeke says, with a little smile. “It’s d-definitely a lot more laid-back in some ways. That’s something I d-do like about Zone 2.” He notices Porter seems uncomfortable talking about Zone 3; he knows the feeling, so he drops it. “Do you ever get b-bored? There’s n-not much work around here.”

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Clive grinned at the others reaction and half-assedly brought a hand to his mouth to cover the suppressed laughing.

That was beautiful.

“Okay, passing through, could already tell you’re a file hopper. Not gonna lie its pretty obvious.” He said, gesturing casually at his own eyes to in point. “You’re certainly prettier than the lot you tend to get around here, anyway.” Okay, yeah he’s being a asshole. “Though, I wouldn’t worry about any of your Virtues,” Clive smirked, “that ain’t what I was offering. I’m a fortune teller, one with a fairly good satisfaction rate around here.”

Zeke experiences a poorly-maintained kiddie-coaster of emotion: rather short and not terribly dramatic, yet still somewhat jarring.

First comes nervousness. He’s perfectly aware that he doesn’t quite blend in in this file, but it still sets him on edge to hear it stated so plainly. He’s been finding it progressively harder to hide in general; he used to be pleased to be getting taller, but since many files have elsens on the shorter side, it’s getting difficult for him to disappear into a crowd even when things like his eyes don’t give him away.

Then he is, admittedly, a little flustered. “Pretty” is something he hasn’t been called for a long time, and it’s pleasant to hear. Even if he’s not interested. (Not right now, anyway.)

Finally comes relief (he didn’t much feel like trying to talk his way out of that politely) and curiosity. A fortune-teller? He hasn’t encountered any fortune-telling elsens, as far as he can remember. It’s probably bunk, but... He’s not about to turn down even the smallest possible chance of an advantage. “Ff-fortune-telling? Sounds... Interesting. Hh-how’s it work?”

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