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Hookshot, Ariel. Candlelight hate date.

Another hate date, another table and rug to replace…

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Troll sign language

Typical. You go through learning Alternian, and the only troll in the session is /deaf/.

You start learning sign language for them. Cause no one else is going to.

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Cyma and Hookshot end up in the same session together. A quest requires she admit a Very Personal Secret to him; she admits that she's a hybrid.

You recognized the name when you rolled into the same session, Zeimah Dalyce, an old memory from when you dealt with the Captain. The first time you see her, she is deferential, and you ask if there is something she wanted to tell you. The tall troll in front of you hesitates, and only states that she would like your help in learning how to be a legislacerator. You tell her that you will expect nothing less than perfection from any student under you, and that the training begins now.

Months down the line, outside of the time of the two of you have set for the lessons she asks to speak to you in person. You meet her in her homefree, and she tells you her secret. She’s a hybrid, and she needed to tell you.

You don’t say anything at first, just standing there, looking at her. She remains composed, she took to that well enough. You tell her that she has decided to live by choice and not chance. Making changes and not excuses. Self-esteem, not self-pity. That deserves respect, and she has it from you, and anyone who says otherwise is not worth the time it takes to listen to them.

You don’t know what she expected. But she seems grateful. You think Evelyn would be proud.

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Your entire session is swapping stories and tales of your past sessions and experiences, and when it comes around to you, you can't help but grin. You paint a story of a fool in love, the two of you on Prospit. You build up the suspense and finally release the punchline.

"...needless to say, the White Queen did /not/ enjoy the fact that I relieved the crew of one of the battleships and took my date out for a drive on it."

Despite being sessions ago, you don't think the Queen has forgiven you yet.

You were young, and stupid.

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Meet Debonair Palemask.

She’s kind to you. Polite and understanding. There was some hesitation at your pluralizations, and mannerisms. But once those are out of the way, the two of you become friends. Helping each other to create something new out of the old.

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They're gathering together.

Its been a long time coming, years, /decades/ since you started. But its all come down to this. Your co-players are gethering, they wait for you to say something. You look out at all of them, you know what to do, and so do they.

“For those who we’ve all lost, we have this moment to try and make it right. No more doubt, no more hesitation.”

You smile, because The Faith is looking out for you, and you know your purpose.

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They never stop talking to you. Always talking. Never stopping.

They taunt you with the voices of those already gone, calling you Radiant. The mockery of the Way sustains your hate, and you’re defiant. You claim that they’ll never take you.

They only laugh and continue talking, and you can only hope the Dawn comes soon.

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The Grand Highblood is dead. Long live the Grand Highblood.

You and Abel mourn together. He tells you that the new Grand Highblood will carry on the reforms. You nod and say thats good.

It isn’t why you miss her.

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Scott: replay with Cassie

She was far more excited to see you than you her, but you go along with it anyways. Giving a show of happiness, familial obligation and everything.

You can’t help but keep going on with the charade. It starts off when she asks if you want to help her start putting together the meals for the session meetings. You agree, more for the fact you’re helping than for her company. Later in the session, the two of you start comparing guitars and your respective styles and favourites. She drags you along to everything, and you go with it, because shes family.

Somewhere along the line, you started to have fun, and you’re not sure where.

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Loyalist problems

You have always known that there would be those that hold on to the old order and customs. You give the same messages to all your co-players as you usually do, it is to your surprise that the young human shows you the wounds left by the other trolls. He explains that he managed to escape from them, that they thought he needed to be culled.

You tell him you will take care of it. They will listen to you, you are an adult legislacerator after all.

And if they do not? You give a vicious grin as you contemplate that scenario. If they do not, you will persuade them, you always enjoyed that part of the job.

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There are few times where being quadranted to the GHB is nice. This is one of them.

It would be your luck to replay into a session as the only human in a group of ten. You could probably hold off some of them, you’ve become very adept over the years and sessions, but not four loyalists who view you as an abberation. You have to ask her for help.

At the first amused “Khhhhhhk”, you know she is never going to let you live it down.

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Scott replaying with Kilika

You freeze for a moment when you see the handle come up on Pesterchum. dutifulOverseer, Kilika, in your session. You’re still contemplating what to say to her when she contacts you first, her characteristic “khhhhhk” the greeting to you. A grin comes to you and you ask how her stay on Earth has been treating her. The exchange of banter and verbal abuse goes as expected, the upper hand yours this time, mostly due to the location of this pre-session. After some additional exchanges, you manage to wrangle her location out of her, and it isn’t that far. With your access to a car you could easily make the trip, and then you imagine her going out in broad daylight. You tell her to sit tight, you’re coming over, no matter the protests.Its only a half an hour drive, and you run through the gauntlet of emotions on the trip. You’re still wondering what you’re going to say, what you’re going to do when you knock on the door. It opens in front of you and look up at her.“Khhhhk, you’re shorter than I expected.”This is going to be an interesting session.

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Prompts and Writing

Figure I'll jump on the bandwagon as well. Submit a prompt and I'll see what I can do with it.

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I just helped a friend bury his parents. Maybe this means I should talk about my own family.

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I suppose I should start at the beginning.

If you've seen me on the memo at all in my stint in North Africa, you've probably heard me complain its too hot. Well that's because for most of my life, at least my life before my native session, was spent in northern British Columbia. It was hardly a bad life; quiet, isolated, but there are always trade offs.

My uncle and I lived in a house that was technically owned by the government, it was ours, do not get me wrong, but we had obligations for living there. We had to keep track of people moving in and out of the area and if there was an accident we were the first ones on the scene. This was in addition to any maintenance that needed to be done on the trails and such.

My uncle, James "Marshall" Mason was really the only person I had in my life prior to the Game. He was a very formidable man and father figure. He taught me damn near everything I know, from talking, reading and writing to first aid and triage to surviving in a blizzard to climbing a mountain to playing guitar. But he wasn't there all the time. I didn't understand it when I was small, why I was being left alone in the cabin for hours on end, but I do now. He had to do what was necessary, for the good of everyone. As I got older, I started helping out with his work. Made my greenhouse, learned how to cook so that he didn't have to, and eventually started taking some of his patrols and repair work.

As for the rest, well, I think that can wait for another time. My next shift is starting, and the work is never done.

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Fate leads you strange places

Well this is a first for me.

I suppose I should introduce myself, I'm Scott Mason, or esotericRemnant on the Sburb.org memo. I'm a medic from Canada, and a native Guide of Fate, and currently a Ward of Space in the pre-session for my fourth.

I'm about two months into said pre-session, half way between Alexandria and Benghazi, hitching a ride with a Médecins Sans Frontières mission. Just finished helping the revolution in Egypt, and now its off to Libya's civil war. It has been a long and strange route since I first entered the game.

Knowing how you got to where you are is important, and though I have some of my own mementos to help with that. Something a little more longform might be useful in keeping my thoughts straight. I've got a long way to go still,so I'll probably examine where I've been and write something down before I hit Libya.

Stay safe people.