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HASO: On the topic of choosing joy

In honor of some testing I did NOT want to study for.

Brian heard the soft padding of paws before he saw Clojer in his peripheral, asked a quiet, “Sir?” he hummed as response to.

“What are you.. doing?”

Brian looked the overgrown house-cat— his employee over before going back to his game of solitaire “Procrastinating.”

Clojer sat next to him, his ear twitching when Brian began humming under his breath.

“If I may—“

“You may. Don’t need to ask, I don’t bite.”

Neither of them quite believed that but if the phrasing bothered Clojer, he didn’t show it.

“Why, Sir? Didn’t you say you needed to read about more systems of law for your trial?”

“Yes.” Brian placed a three at the top of the stack of hearts. “Your point?”

“You’re… Not doing that.”

“It’s lunch.”

Clojer narrowed his eyes, unimpressed gaze going from Brian’s untouched thermos to his face.

“I can eat on the job,” he countered.

“With a muzzle.”

“Can drink the soup with a straw.”

“That’s a choking hazard, Brian.”

“Sod off,” he snapped with more bite than intended, sighing when he was leveled with a low growl.

He kicked his feet up where there weren’t cards residing. “I chose joy tonight, friend. Will that probably stress me out in a couple days, sure. But a guy deserves some rest.” 

Brian flicked a blank in Clojer’s general direction. Were the latter not paying better attention, he wouldn’t have heard a muttered, “Only so much time I get to relax without the muzzle nowadays,” before a joker was flung at the offending piece of metal.

“Might I join you, Sir?”

Brian nodded, hesitating before he confidently placed several more cards. He didn’t react as there was a dip in the plush chair next to him. He found it odd at first how many types of chairs there were around the station but sitting in some of those nightmares without lumbar support for his workday righted him quick. The fluff of a tail brushed his arm before going back down as Clojer set the blank back down in his deck.

“Why do this if you know you’ll be distressed by the time lost later?” he asked softly.

“Executive dysfunction for one. But uh.. I just need to do something to feel happy for two. Being bored and panicking about how little I know just makes me feel shit. And I don’t like feeling shit so.. Cards. More fun than a literal textbook of legalese.”

Clojer picked up the book, inspecting the sticky notes over it as he flipped through.

“Is there any way I can help you read this without getting.. ‘shittifyed.’”

Brain chuckled as he shrugged. “I dunno, Clo. And I don’t wanna use up your time.”

“I will outlive you by at least 50 years on workplace safety alone, Sir. How may I help?”

“…Read it to me?”

“You’re lucky I took the course to learn written English, Sir.”

Brian nodded as he relaxed into the sofa. “‘S… comforting. Talking to someone in my own tongue. One day I’m gonna learn yours.”

“After the trial, Sir.”

“Don’t call me Sir, Clo. We’re friends.”

“Affirmative, Mr. Brian.”

“Whatever Mr. I-got-fourty-years-on-your-arse, get to reading.”

“I said fifty you twat.”

“You point, twit?”

Clojer kicked his legs off the table. Precisely proving Brian’s point of you asked him, now instead strewing his legs obnoxiously about his favorite electrician. He’d probably complain when the building static shocked him later but that was an issue for future Brian.

Clojer began reading and Brian vaguely noted his own accent and slang rubbing off on Clojer, as he was very sure that most the courses in the station were taught by Americans. Not he especially minded, not even space seemed like it could limit British invasion.

Clojer only attempted to keep him awake the first ten minutes, letting Brian doze after he deduced he wasn’t retaining anything. One night. He could give Brian one night for joy.

———————— woah, continuity?? Part one of these silly shits that you could totally read if you want to????

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Well fucks? Get to it!

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You gotta hate when you are scrolling through a normal, unsexulized tag and bam, full body nudity.

I'm trying to read weird stories about how humans are weird, not look at naked bodies thank you very much

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Hello, I hope you and your family are well. Can you please help me recycle the post on my account? 🌺 And help rescue my family from the war in Gaza? 🙏 Thank you.

https://gofund.me/71c9635a

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HASO: On the topic of adrenaline

Post Cycle 2043, Rotation 264 [September 21st, 2043]

All current and training medics are to attend an anthropology and Saipan Gen-Med seminar for a designated time based on career path. 

To minimize unnecessary death and pain until the program is implemented, please share the following incident report with all current non-human medical personnel within the Coalition’s medical department:

264, 2023

Patient entered with chief complaint of chest pain with no apparent injury after a “kerfuffle” on his ship. Patient was checked in and dismissed to the waiting room to be treated ‘in order of apparent priority’. The patient coded approximately 10 minutes [standardized units below] after admittance from internal bleeding caused by a broken rib from the incident cited, a ship crash. Patient remains in critical condition. Continuing to monitor.

And a critical note to all current and upcoming medical staff;

Although humans are resilient creatures, they too have their limits. Their bodies produce epinephrine to allow them the time necessary to survive until they can find help. Not all humans will show their pain. Injuries to their head and respiratory systems can prove fatal in a manner of minutes. Monitor carefully and understand the injury before deciding priority. Humans bodies to everything to keep them alive until they can’t anymore. You are there to fix what their systems alone cannot.

Best, your Captain

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Please help us get our lives back

My name is Marah, an aspiring computer engineering student. I dreamed of completing my studies and working in the field that I love. She enjoys spending long hours studying.

But the war deprived me of my ambitions

And my dreams and my studies

My university was demolished, as was my home

I no longer have any dreams or ambitions

Your help may restore hope in completing my studies abroad

Any donation could make a difference in our lives and give us hope

@communist-hatsunemiku @sayruq @elierlick

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🚨 Urgent Appeal for Help from Gaza 🚨

My name is Mohammed, and I am a husband and father of three amazing children. We live in Gaza, a place that was once filled with the vibrant energy of bustling markets, children playing in the streets, and the comforting presence of family and friends. Our city, with its beautiful coastline and historic charm, was a place where we could dream of a better future. 🥺

But today, that Gaza feels like a distant memory. The ongoing war has ravaged our home, leaving it severely damaged and our means of livelihood shattered. What was once a place of joy and community has turned into a zone of fear, with bombings that never cease and the constant struggle to secure basic necessities like food and clean water.

We are weary, and the daily struggle to survive in this war-torn reality has taken a heavy toll on us. The place that once gave us comfort and hope now feels dangerous and uncertain, and I worry about what the future holds for my children.

After much painful reflection, my family and I have made the heart-wrenching decision to leave Gaza in search of safety and a chance to rebuild our lives. We are trying to raise $40,000 to escape the war and cover our living expenses abroad for one year, giving us the time we need to find stability and start anew. 🕊️

Leaving our beloved home, the place where we were born and raised, is not a decision we take lightly. But for the sake of our children and the hope of a safer, brighter future, we must take this step. 😞

We humbly ask for your support. Any contribution, no matter how small, will bring us closer to our goal and help us begin the journey toward safety and a new life. 🙏

Thank you for your kindness, understanding, and generosity. 🌹

@90-ghost @northgazaupdates2 @sayruq @gummygooooooo @appsa @wellwaterhysteria @irhabiya @writerqueenofjewels @qattdraws @thoughtlessarse @feluka @horrorhorizon @judelvr @beam-of-sunlightbb @isanyonetoknow @buttercuparry @jezior0 @determinate-negation

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Happy belated 2nd B-Day to my blog. HASO: On the topic of birthdays

Birthdays are not a human concept. Tracking one’s age through time since birth is logical. It allows to you see how much time has passed and how much longer in your natural lifespan you have left, how much longer you have before you must mourn. Yet, on the day, one I’ve known all my time as melancholic and introspective was the same occasion humans deemed worthy of celebration. Celebrating life and not where death lurks. Counting time as an accomplishment and more than a number. That I find is a human concept. I’ve been to 30 and counting off such ‘Birthday parties’ in this life. I do hope my humans continue their rejoice. It’s a fondness I’d like to continue to allow myself.

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Using the bathroom when you’re trans is scary, I get that. I’m talking to everyone else who’s school age here:

On a good passing day, go scope out bathrooms throughout the day. Find which ones people use a lot and which they don’t. Finding bathrooms that aren’t full of cis people to make you anxious will make your life so much easier. There a 4 at my school that I will routinely go to. And it’s also worth checking if your school has a gender neutral bathroom. You might think they don’t but sometimes you have to ask a knowledgeable adult because the one at my old school was hidden. Using a bathroom that makes you feel good is such a little experience that means so much. If you can, try for yourself.

(obvi this doesn’t apply to every trans person, but I know it helped me. Do what is realistically safe for you and what you’re comfortable with. I have the luxury of being in a pretty accepting place and I know not everybody is.)

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Dtiys

@stormyth-art

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Hello, I saw https://www.tumblr.com/xy-nox/727929825022689280/ayo-so-like-i-did-myself-a-search-of-around-ten this post and I thought that maybe you can find something similar to the last picture from genshin impact cosplayers. The style reminds me of that a lot and some of the elements of the outfit look similar so maybe you can find a base for some of the clothing. I hope this may be helpful and success! Have a nice day/night

thank you for the well wishes and hey, I did end up finishing it! Ty for reminding me genshin exists lol (cosplayers for the game are epic as hell)

This is what I ended up making :D

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ayo, so like I did myself a search of around ten minutes looking for cosplays from the Exocolonist fandom (what I found was hella epic) but I can’t find anyone who’s cosplayed as sol

I wanna try and make/buy parts for one of their outfits (haven’t decided which but ending cards are included) but can’t find any good clothes to use as bases or patterns I could use to sew the thing myself or even just someone else trying to dress as them so I could see their process

If anyone has anything they think might be useful for their adult, teenage or one of the ending card outfits—e.g: performer, governor, astronaut, engineer, etc— drop a link or a name I can search please!

(I finished it! Link to a pic of the jacket in this post)

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Exocolonist Fan Week will start on September 10th!

From the 10th until the 17th, I'll be posting a prompt each day.

Please tag your entries with #iwatexfanweek2023 so I can reblog them. This blog will serve as an archive for all your creations.

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Stay safe

To everyone who’s living somewhere with smoke in the air and shit air quality right now, my best wishes and we’ll pull through I guess. I wouldn’t have guessed Canada would end up burning but it’s 2023 I guess

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Radiance Space station: 10 Lifeforms reported missing. On the up and up…

The captain had seldom let their crew see them cry before. Yet here they were. Sobbing as they yowled and begged, kicked and screamed for their team to not get separated.

Captain Filkes held my paw and they kept holding on despite the beating they received to make them lose their grip and let go…

“I can’t loose another one. I’ve already lost one, I can’t loose another crew mate!”

They let go at last with a punch to the jaw. I couldn’t have stopped any of this despite my desperate want to. I was to be placed in ‘transport,’ no information on where I’ll be relocated. I trembled as I watched my Captain begin fighting again, managing to cling to my one of my legs of all things and with a stronger grip, refusing to let go. 

I could feel my jaw move but all I could hear was blood rushing through my ears.

     “I’ll be fine Captain. Please.. They’re hurting you.”

     “I swore an oath. I swore that I’d protect you lot with my heart and soul, that I’d lead you and keep you safe. It’s not a successful mission if everyone doesn’t come back home! Stop letting them take you because I’m not going to leave you.”

Captain endured another minute of beatings before they rose to their feet, incapacitating the guard holding me with a kick to their sternum. That alone wouldn’t’ve done it but falling headfirst against a blunt object helped.

They stood against by back, watching where I couldn’t see. This was a losing fight. We were surrounded. But I never quite forgot what they said to me, the way I could feel them slump against my back as they spoke. 

“I’d fight like hell for you, for all our damn crew. Get back to the Radience,” they whispered, slipping their portable locator into my Jacket. “Survive. If you don’t fucking live I’ll never forgive myself. Least I can do is give you a fighting chance…”

And I’d admit, we put up a good resistance but again, it was very much a losing fight that Filkes was very unconscious by the end of.

I had a new mission. Live to tell the tale..

I punched in my current location to the device, hoping with every fiber of my being that Captain and the others, as they only seemed to keep the humans, would still be here when I returned and I will return. I had to repay my Captain’s kindness and I intended to do so tenfold.

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Apparent Defamation

(Some context. Can be read without though.)

—————————————— {

UI.Text.text “Access granted to: Luke Vuray to…”;

ProgramName = Transcript of interview with West Lance from NeoDWES News Broadcast;

Debug.Log “Begin”;

}

West_L: “I regret nothing from that day. I punched that Iter’cov after xe punched one of my best friend’s brother. I don’t care how it reflects on my music, I did what was right. Nobody hurts family.”

Interviewer: “Many people are saying that you’ve become increasingly irritable after the incident. Do you care to comment?”

West_L: “Well, for the folks at Commission who’re gonna censor this because the first amendment doesn’t exist up here, [Redacted for Defamation; 5 paragraphs of dialogue cut from program]”

Interviewer: “Well.. Is that all?”

West_L: “No, this one’s for the people at home. If what I’ve done and said has angered you, implore you to look at what Brian is saying. He’s the one being [Redacted for details of a classified and ongoing legal suit.] It’s gonna take work to sue Commission but good guys like him have been getting punished unproportionately to their so called ‘crime.’ We have to stick together, lest Commission come for us next..”

{

If Program = Played

{

Debug.Log “End transcription”;

}}

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Two Weeks Later..

“A defamation charge?!”

“No,” Whisky said, taking his reading glasses off and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “And I must insist you keep your voice down. You’re dealing with a cease and desist. You tried to get your interview with NeoDWES uncensored for the public. You, quote unquote, ‘slandered’ the Commission by talking about the situation with Brian.”

    Brian tried to speak around the muzzle around his mouth. “Yeah, talk about me like I’m not in the room. Go ‘head.” Whisky rolled his eyes and lit more incense. His place always smelled like a damn candle shop. “Don’t talk Bri, it makes your jaw hurt.”

    West talked over him before he could even rebut. “You talk a hell of a lot for someone who can barely move their mouth.” He stared at him for a solid five seconds before turning back to Whisky. “And so what? I talked down to the Commission, I didn’t even lie about anything..”

“Hence why the more I’m looking at, the less this is about suing Commission and the more it is about stopping the Commission. They’re hiding a lot from us.”

    “Do you mean us as in everyone involved with Brian?”

    “No. I mean us as in everyone from the Radiance space station. Haven’t you wondered why the Iter’covs are the only new species we’ve met since getting in contact? Why we’ve only met others after they were hostile first? Commission is keeping us away from others. I refuse to believe there are so few intelligent life forms out there.”

“We only met the Iter’covs because they forced our hand in meeting them. They kidnapped Allen.” Brian sighed. They all knew the weight the Iter’covs brought with their presence.. “If they hadn’t we wouldn’t ‘ave known they existed would we?”

“I’m going to keep looking into this Brian, I promise this isn’t the end of your case but I’m afraid I need a break. I haven’t had a day off in two weeks..”

    Muzzle very obviously disallowing him form offering a smile, he shot Whisky finger guns “Do what you need to do Whisky.”

    “My name is Luke..”

“I’ll call you that af’r you prove me wrong on that bet.”

Silence prevailed for a solid minute before Whisky got up to get more tea. “… Whisky it is..”

[[Excuse the sucky code at the beginning. It was fun to write with my little knowledge of C# and I didn’t have the heart to remove it. More parts (maybe) coming soon]]

edit: Part 3 here

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One Hell of a Lawsuit

(Everything here is pretty under explained narrative wise but that’s a future issue..) 2nd Part & 3rd Part

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“You’re suing commission?!”

The silence was deafening, all eyes on Brian. “Oh don’t give me those looks. Is this humane?” He said motioning to the muzzle on the other side of the table.

    He paused to take a sip from his canteen, chicken soup just like his dad always makes it. He’d have to thank his brother again for making it. Would also have to make a complaint to commission for jaw pain ‘cause of their little ‘punishment.’ Regardless… “I have rights, not just on earth, but also up here. Section 3 on captivity, subsection 57. ‘Unreasonable restraints aren’t to be used unless the subjected is hostile to those maintaing them.” He flicked out his pocket handbook and slid it across the table. 

Manny picked it up and flipped to the section stopping on a page full of annotations and highlights. “This clause may be ignored if the subjected has committed any of the following crimes in section 4, subsection 1 on unredeemable crime.”

“I’ve sifted through that too,” Brian said putting down the thermos. “I’m redeemable bitches.”

Jov laughed at that. “I might just’ve sued, in solidarity of course, if you weren’t. You started a scuffle,” she said running her hand over a scratch on Brian’s face. “Not the next interplanetary war.”

Manny resumed his place in the handbook after a sip of coffee. “Unreasonable in regards to restraints differs between species. For humans, anything that’ll give us sores, long lasting aches, broken ribs and or other bones. This includes but doesn’t limit to restraints that limit the ability to communicate, breathe, eat or perform other bodily functions due to covering or restriction of the jaw, mouth or nose. This is considered unreasonable without repeated hostility.”

“Wait, wait, wait—“ David said around his food. “It was only the one Iter’cov you beat up, right?”

“Yep. I have no repeated offenses. This case is so damn simple I could defend my-fucking-self.”

“The commission doesn’t often use Earthly systems of law to settle lawsuits because they lose more often than they win.”

Attention shifted to Clojer who shrank in his chair, fluffy ears back and flattened. Brian was more by the day convinced he was an over-evolved house cat.

     Clo continued after a sip of tea. “You’d have a harder time convincing them to let you use the trial by jury system alone as they often involve others as well.”

“Seriously?” What do they usually use to try people?”

“The Rivaelean system is often used after Earthly if the commission wants to be quick about it. With it, your actions and motive are put into a.. pipeline? I think that’s the best way to describe the chart. It sifts through a series of yes’s or no’s and in the end assigns a ‘verdict’ for that action or your motive a point value. For example… ‘Heinous’ is the verdict of the action, of let’s say a stabbing, with a point value of 30. The motive is deemed ‘uncalled for and unprovoked’ assigned a value of 25. The added numbers are higher than 50 so the given punishment is ‘Harsh.’”

The whole table sighed at that. “There’s no wiggle room. You get a bad score on your crime and you’re going straight to the slammer,” Jov said.

“What’s what I did to the Iter’cov count as?”

     Clojer made motions with his hands going down the chart in his head. When he finished, his expression was tight. “Your crime would hypothetically get a score of 10 for excessive harm in defense of another. The maximum you can get and still not have a punishment ‘devoid of temporary restraint or imprisonment,’ is 15. I’m not sure how they’d take your motive though.. it could go either way.”

     Brian considered the numbers and smiled, swiveling in his chair. “So what you’re saying is there’s a chance with Rivaelean and a shoe in if I get Earthen?”

     “In essence,” Clo said excusing himself from the table. Jerizole was yelling about something to do with a faulty wire and electrocution risk so it sounded like lunch break was over.

Manny kept the handbook as he left., silent assurance he’d keep looking into this. It was just him Jov and David.

Dave slumped in his chair with a sigh. “Holy fuck, we’re suing the commission.”

[[This will be continued as soon as I flesh out some more of the chart. It is a WIP at the moment but I want to have more solid numbers before I go in and write how the case goes but I intend to write more about Brian’s friends up till the day of the trial. In addition to this, please excuse any errors regarding our planets confusing ass legal system and terminology regarding it.]]

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