#cloud log

[your-featherbrained-weather-vane]

Cloud Log — June 28th, 2023

sorry for the lack of cloud log yesterday, it was pouring buckets out there. so far today we find sweet relief with the sight of dramatic towering cumulus clouds against a blue sky, but more storms are forming in the area according to radar

[daily-ethoslab]

[1058] at this rate EVERYONE is gonna end up in exile

[gentlespriting]

🤍 🌅 💻 ⛅️

cloudy sunsets + finally submitted 1/3 remaining assignments...

[taski-guru]

Observing all the nature chants

Bonus sketch for FayeRunehowl

Thank you for trusting me with this!

[threestarsaboveclouds]

An unusually small slugcat crawls out of the access shaft and clumsily falls to the floor as soon as the gravity is back on. It looks very tired…

After recovering, it nonchalantly tosses a pearl in TSAC’s direction, then immediately falls asleep.

The pearl reads:

[TRANSCRIPTION - FUCHSIA PEARL]

This message is intended for Three Stars Above Clouds.

Hello! This is Echoes of Chiming Winds.

Hope this finds you well. I am sending you this pearl because my broadcast failed, apparently… I’m sorry if it frightened you, I only tried to respond to your invitation. I suppose I hoped I wouldn't have to send my messenger to such a harsh environment. Hope they get to you in one piece. And sorry if they caused you any problems.

Don't worry, I'm not in any kind of distress! Thank you for trying to help, but I'm afraid there is not much you can do. My communications equipment is unreliable by design. I never know when my messages get corrupted… On particularly bad cycles, I can't send them at all! I’d rather send data through pearls.

Curiously, I can receive broadcasts just fine, though. I guess my Architects thought me being able to overhear conversations was more important than actually being a part of them... I can tell you more about them if you'd like. I certainly want to hear more about you! For now, I suppose that's all. It's nice to meet you, Three Stars Above Clouds!

TSAC: ...what’s this? Another messenger?

I seem to be receiving an increasing amount of them these days...

TSAC: Ah, please don’t- my chamber is not a shelter...

...

It must be very tired... better to fall asleep here than send it flailing about inside my Cognitive Nexus... I suppose...

TSAC: ...

I see, Echoes of Chiming Winds sent you. You must have traveled very far, if my telemetry data is correct.

[DIRECT BROADCAST] PRIVATE - Three Stars Above Clouds, Echoes of Chiming Winds

SOURCE NODE TRACE: TSAC_ROOT, TSAC_COMM04, 201913_SPIRE01 || DESTINATION: EOCH_ROOT

TSAC: Hello Echoes of Chiming Winds! Your messenger arrived safely to my chamber earlier this cycle. I am quite impressed that they were able to travel such a distance... however yours is not the first messenger who has braved the harsh mountain climate to visit me. I was skeptical at first, but perhaps these messengers are a more viable communication method than I had initially thought.

TSAC: I am glad to hear you are well, despite your communications difficulties. I apologize for my reaction to your broadcast... I will admit that I have been a bit on edge lately due to some ...other concerning broadcasts I have received recently.

TSAC: Such communication issues appear to be increasing in frequency, I’m afraid. I fear that one day the larger iterator populace may become completely isolated from one another... thus my request for others to reach out and communicate. I am glad that my wide-range broadcast appears to have been received despite the decaying radio network.

TSAC: ...you wanted to know more about me. Well, I am an astronomical research facility first and foremost. My research focuses on changes within the Celestial Spheres, and aims to form an understanding of the material universe. My main directive is to catalogue the objects and occurrences in the night sky, and I maintain an extensive archive of astronomical data from across the cycles. I am happy to share any of my records with you if you wish!

TSAC: I will admit that I have had little interest in other fields of study until relatively recently... however after the departure of our creators, I was left with little to do in my free time other than pore over literature from other fields. I now believe that collaboration is key to locating the Solution, a strategy that is under threat due to the decaying communication network. I would like to learn as much as I can about my fellow iterators before I lose the chance.

TSAC: Thus, I would like to know more about you as well! What is your facility like? Do you have any preferred fields of study? Have your iterative strategies changed since the departure of our benefactors? Any findings you would like to share?

TSAC: ...I realize that you may not be able to send a reply to my broadcast until your messenger returns. I will send them on their way as soon as they are recovered enough to travel. In the meantime I will await your reply. May the Cycles be kind.

TSAC: As soon as it wakes up, I can direct the messenger to a more... suitable hibernation spot. Then I suppose it will be on its way.

... I will simply have to work around it in the interim.

[98boo]

hiking boo! 🌥️

[whereifindsanity]

David Mayhew

[council--board]

[kin] Gabv1el [Gabriel x V1] from ULTRAKILL stimboard

Requested by: no one! this is for my own benefit

x | x | x

- | x | -

x | x | x

-> please don’t tag as kin

[textless]

[nostosphotography]

Colorado (2024)

[shih-coulda-had-it]

I'M FREE OF THE TERM. HAVE A WIP THAT I PROBABLY WON'T DO ANYTHING WITH. WC: ~700

Summary: Torino thought just signing on to teach Toshinori's third-year was going to drive him insane. Now there's three teenage time-travelers pestering him.

Oboro, Hizashi, and Shouta are swept into the past. Specifically, All Might's past at U.A.. Bad enough that they have to see this shining star in his youth--how are any of them supposed to act normal when he's still technically their senior?!

//

The day turned to shit long before Torino’s class was crashed by three random teenage pro-heroes, but their sudden presence (and subsequent distraction) did not help his assessment. For one thing, Class 3-A was in the middle of combat training. For another, the first person the trio ended up stumbling into was Toshinori, who instinctively caught the arrivals and cushioned their fall to the floor.

And instead of booking them a trip straight to the HPSC Headquarters, Principal Shi had kept Torino after school hours to discuss their future.

“I don’t want them in my class,” Torino said, helplessly. He did not have to turn his head to know that two of the three new time-traveling faces were pressed up against the glass panel of his classroom door. In front of him, Principal Shi looked unimpressed with his meek protest. She folded her arms and frowned at him, and had she not been wearing her mirrored sunglasses, Torino knew that she would be verging on a Death-Glare. 

“I don’t care,” she shot back.

“They’re second-years. Let them wow their peers.”

“Judging by the reports I’ve been receiving from your students, your class is already overwhelmed. Those three boys might as well hammer in the lesson that they haven’t been prepared enough.”

Torino folded his arms too. “Can’t we rotate them, then? I let ‘em hang on for a week, and then Sound-Off gets the next?”

“Sound-Off,” Principal Shi responded in a clipped tone, “has already reminded me that her homeroom is more focused on hero work as an extracurricular. That was your condition for agreeing to teach our graduating hero course students, if you’ve forgotten.” She tipped her head; the trimmed tresses of her blue hair bounced with the motion. “If they were not U.A. students, I’d have sent them to the Commission until the time traveling Quirk effect wore off. But they are, and last I checked, Gran Torino, you signed a contract to teach U.A. students.”

Somehow, Torino thought blackly, Toshinori was at fault. He huffed, sharp, and Principal Shi took it as his resigned acceptance of the situation. Swift as a bird of prey, she stepped past him and pushed the door open. Twin yelps echoed in the hallway.

“Gran Torino has agreed to teach you for the duration of your stay,” she said. “All three of you.”

“Where are we staying?”

Torino’s stomach twisted in horror. He knew what Principal Shi was going to say even before that demonic smile hooked the corners of her mouth upwards.

With unholy relish, Principal Shi said, “I trust Gran Torino has spare rooms in his apartment.”

“That’s potential legal misconduct!” Torino yells, lunging to catch one of the principal’s shoulderpads, but she sidestepped his sudden half-hearted grab (he remembered just then that Principal Shi was his boss, and that he needed to stay employed for the duration of Toshinori’s last year) and dragged one of the boys into his trajectory. It was the dark-haired sullen one. Torino cursed and twisted his body to the side so he would simply shoulder-bash the boy instead of starting a messy lawsuit.

And then, of course, because Torino was plagued by busybodies, the nosy ones screeched for their friend and tried to alternatively pull and push him out of the way.

“Shouta!”

“Don’t hit him!”

“This is so troublesome…” 

They all went down in a jumble, and Torino was furiously extracting himself from the teenage mess when Toshinori finally arrived on the scene. His temporary ward bolted from one end of the way to them, and hurriedly pulled each boy to their feet. He said in that disgustingly cheerfully reassuring voice, “Don’t worry! I am here to help! My goodness, what happened?”

The dark-haired boy was the last one to be assisted, and for whatever reason, Toshinori misjudged his strength and dragged the boy’s face smack into his chest. The teenage time traveler froze, recoiled, and turned as red as a beet while spitting a cursory thank-you. 

“I think your principal just off-loaded our room and board onto Gran Torino,” the goggled one laughed.

“Oh,” said Toshinori. “We can be roommates then—ouch! Torino-sensei, what was that for?” He clutched the back of his head in apparent pain, but Torino knew better. This brat, he thought incredulously. This goddamned brat, deciding to be a hero without logistical sense.

“Roommates?” the blond one parroted.

“Roommates?” the sullen one wheezed.

[your-featherbrained-weather-vane]

Cloud Log — July 3rd, 2023

[seabeck]

I don’t normally ask people if they want to pet Juniper because of various reasons but on the trail today there was this guy, about my age, who I could tell wanted to pet her. He was happy to be asked and she was happy to be petted

[gentlespriting]

🤍 10.05.24 🦋

everyday i go out on the balcony and fall in love with the sky ☁︎☁︎

lamb for dinner 🍽️

learned how to use a language analysis program – kind of tedious but interesting! 🌀🌀

also got a good chunk of one of my assignments completed yayy

[qesii]

i don’t watch episode eight like ever but old man Rust, full of manic contempt for technology, standing over Marty patiently narrating what he’s doing on a computer and Rust trying to direct the magic box to the information he wants, pacing while Marty actually finds it is so fucking funny

[sagent-of-chaos]

chainsaw bike