Our first anomalous entity has appeared while Mechi is deconstructing ruins! Fortunately, he's pretty handy with that biocoded autopistol he carries, but that sightstealer scream will probably haunt his dreams for a long time yet.
We can do cool anomaly research now! Huzzah!
Poor Atom needed some patching up after the battle with the sightstealer, but Mechi was quick on the scene to administer some first aid and probably coo affectionately over his robot baby.
We also captured the sightstealer, but we don't have a proper room for it yet, so it hangs out in the dining room to "relax socially" with Mechi. To each their own, I guess.
Mechi's tall, slim build doesn't seem suited for mining, but if he wants steel for band nodes and mechanoids, he'll have to put up with it anyway. I think he should tie his hair back, wear eye protection, and maybe put on some shoes, too, but I suppose there's no such thing as an OSHA violation on the Rim.
Mechi handles impending social interactions about as well as I do...
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Time to be self centered for a moment:
Me and the guys 🥹🫶
I still can't believe that I was able to meet Bojan, Nace and Jan last weekend (how is it already a week since Malmö OVO) :'D
They were so freaking humble and easy to talk to?!? 🥺🥺🥺
Bojan and I 'are you'ed each other for at least half a minute xD The love is really stored in the Bojan - the way he just gives you his entire attention when you talk to him OVO Plus he remembered my Häärijä cosplay from Helsinki, let me die happy now 😭🥺
Nace is such a lovely turtle dad proudly talking about his babies (I can relate to how much he talks with his hands) and his laugh is even more contagious in person 🥹 Loved that we in Gothenburg ended up wondering over the question 'what is each JO members signature picture pose' together; Nace and I showing off the Jan pose for the last picture x'D
Speaking of Jan, the poor boy had lost his beanie in Gothenburg (not pictured) so he had a scarf on his head :'3 he too was very nice talking to and me and another dane managed to spread the 'please come to Denmark' propaganda 😂
Jan and Nace both got little 2 min. pen doodles from me that I drew with frozen fingers and in a rush (didn't know how long they'd stay) and bless their heart for being genuinely happy to receive them :'D Nace did also get a second Malmö sticker just so I could see his reaction x'D (I'd sent Bojan off with gifts to all the boys during soundcheck and Nace confirmed he had gotten his and it was on his laptop I believe :'3 <33)
(Since I ran to Bojan I was too late to meet Kris in Malmö, and Jure stayed by the bus smoking which I respect)
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Euclid, that tea is for the psychite-dependant biliog colonis— Oh, who cares? Go ahead. There's plenty to share.
A Tale of Tea and Tuques. Nothing can stop Euclid from being the best tailor in the rim, not even a mental-break-induced addiction.
Nobody likes this place
Sorry you had to become a toddler in a place like this, Bluegum. Hopefully we can figure something out soon.
Crowded around a fire in our sleeping bags and steel cribs, huddling up with the animals for warmth... What a life.
Now, as I'm posting this, we've still got an hour-and-a-bit on the last poll about the end of the series, but I noticed some people in the comments with some suggestions, so I'm making a new poll here just to gauge people's thoughts:
Thank you for your input! <3
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Hey guys! It's me again!
I was wondering if I could get some words of encouragement since I haven't been feeling that well and have been feeling really bad about myself.
I don't mean to be a bother by this but I understand if you guys don't want to!
:')
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Miles does not remember this, but his mother tells him that when he was younger, he used to watch The Little Mermaid on repeat. He knew all the songs by heart and he would mumble-sing them to himself all the time, even when he was supposed to be quiet, like at his grandfather’s funeral. When his fifth Halloween came around, he wanted to dress as Ariel, and though his father had warned him against it, Miles had thrown a fit until he was dressed up in green and purple sequins, and his father had carted him around the neighborhood in a red wagon that they don’t have anymore. Miles does not remember this, but when Hobie laughs at the picture, his heart aches.
or,
Miles Morales learns how to love and be loved.
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Does it seem familiar?
Waking up in a world with 13 other players, thinking nothing of them, at first. Running around alone, untied, unfettered, until a single choice binds you to a single person. but you now run around knowing how it ends, knowing of the inevitable red that will spread and then spill, knowing that now and more because of the ticking clock within your chest. but you now wake knowing that one of the players, the very one you would think of, is missing; and now you bind yourself because of an offer, rather than a debt.
Taking up the role of protector. Bodyguard. Hand. Different words acting as shells around an essence of the same meaning; a meaning you never thought you’d apply to yourself, now worn with pride twice. but now you’re the one with less time on the the clock. but now the person you protect is in danger because of how much life he has, not how little.
Does it seem familiar?
In just a few hours, chaos unfolding. Lives being lost; friends being hunted; and, when everything reaches its lowest point, the person you pledged your life to protect asking you to do the impossible. but this time it’s a resort, not a request. but this time it’s to give to you, not than to take from others. but this time it’s to bring peace rather than wage war.
...Does it seem familiar?
(And it’s the sea, not the land. A resort rather than a fortress, a duo rather than an army, a show from the 90s rather than a medieval war. But these are just different guises acting as shells around an essence of the same meaning; of the same actions, repeating over and over again.
And yet-
To offer, not to pay. To protect purely from compassion, not with necessity. To give, not take. For peace.
...These events, you think, are like a shard of glass tossed into the sea. The essence is there and will always be, but the sharp edges are dulled by time and saltwater. They become softer. Smoother. Their core remains, and yet the harshness is lost to days the gone by.)
(Except there’s something else. Time may dull rough edges, but time is not the only force acting here. Just as sharp shards can be smoothed, smooth stones can be sharpened.
After every winter, there comes a spring.
The thrill to kill the fleeting gill.
Always remember: the world is not kind. And if it is, it’s not very interesting to Watch.)
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Or, in other words:
A single day/And then it’s gone
Doomed to repeat/Our will be done.
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