Archive | February 2018

Tootplanet: Explorers’ Logs Planet 7-20-1-β

Explorer Log 7-20-1-β

We set down in a large clearing between several tall buildings & ended up making base camp in the tallest still-standing tower.

The buildings are strange to us – everything in hexagons, including the doors and the roofs – and the ceilings either far too low or far too high, but the winters appear to be cold here & we’ll be grateful for the shelter from the winds.

Meilos has started in on the language & Nepsi is working on xenoanthropology while the rest of us see if the place is long-term habitable.

Meanwhile, we hope what got the Hexigonals doesn’t get us.

 

Tootplanet: Captain’s Log Sector 7, Subector 20

Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub 20-1

The planet here is not the interesting part.  That is: the planet is a gas giant.  There may be life on it, but nothing that we could detect.

On the other hand, three of the moons showed signs of old, dead civilizations, with one of those showing signs, too, of a newer, more compact society, and a fourth (of eight) moons appeared to have a tidy and thriving society living across three craters.

We sent greeting probes to the active societies and a team to the larger of the ruins.


Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub 20-2

This planet had so little green that at first we passed it by but, thinking of some of the earlier planets which had proven habitable, we searched it a little more deeply.

From space, it looks to be mainly gold and orange and brownish-grey, but the swirls of orange were revealed to be something like a cloud; much of the rest is giant fungi and a sort of water-based fungi island.

We send down several probes, but detected no intelligent life.  Still, we did not send down a team.  It didn’t seem kind.


 

7.20.1

 

 

The Haunted House: The Tour

“MDom Not Asshole” continues, now with a name

First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Previous: Expectations

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“So.”  Jasper considered Melanie as if measuring her for a gown.  “Mask Down?”

He made it a request.  She was so surprised that she dropped her Mask like it had been an order.  It had been so long that she’d almost forgotten what she looked like with her fae side showing.  Namesake skin, dark like the shadows.  Eyes blue like stars, or so one or two suitors had said, back when she was free.  Ears that pointed upwards and hair a shade between midnight and ebony.

Of course, she was clean, but she was still underfed and hawthorn-tainted.  She probably looked more like a dirty chalkboard than a midnight sky right now. Continue reading

A Test: The Poll in WordPress

It’s time for the monthly Patreon Theme Poll, and, well, my Dreamwidth subscription lapsed.

So here is a poll in WordPress, just to see if it works out.

What are you voting for?  The theme for my Patreon for the month.

This will dictate the story posts as well as informational posts, reposts, and sometimes the trunk story and map.  (Maybe even the recipe!)

Who can vote?  Anyone!

For information on the settings, see landing pages: Tír na Cali, ReiassanThings Unspoken.  Edally Academy does not have a landing page yet, but it is a sub-set of Reiassan in the steam-goat era and has a serial webpage here: http://www.edallyacademy.com/.

This poll is closed! Poll activity:
Start date 26-02-2018 00:17:29
End date 02-03-2018 11:59:59
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Spoils of War I: Surrender

It was long past sunset when they heard the trumpet sound.  

Nikol didn’t let her guard down.  Just because the treaty had been signed didn’t mean the enemy would-

She spat out a Working as someone tried to hamstring her and kicked him in the face.  He must have good night vision – or, like her, know where everyone on the field was in a ten-foot radius.

She put her boot on his neck and spat out a couple more Workings, her blade poking into him where it would slip through his ribs and cut into his intestines if he got too rambunctious.  “Surrender,” she suggested.  Nobody else was moving.  She didn’t have to kill him.

The trumpet sounded again.  The man under her boot spat out something that was probably not a surrender.  “Prisoners of war go to the Mountain,” she told him, letting her blade break the skin.  “On the other hand, personal prisoners stay with their captors.”

“Not a prisoner,” he grunted.  He was not trying to get away, which was clever, but which also made her wonder what he was trying.   Continue reading

Tootplanet: Explorers’ Logs Planet 7-19-2

Explorer Log 7-19-2

We landed on an area covered in the shortest flowers possible.  We’ve already nicknamed the planet Flora, even though Gerj has been pointing out that just means “plants” to anyone who listens.

The question we’ve got is, if there’s all this flora (you’re welcome, Gerj), where are the fauna?

We’ve found some insects – nothing that seems to like the taste of us, but one that gets in your face like nothing & another that stings – but nothing bigger than that, yet.

If there’s no animals on this planet, it’s going to be a long five years.


Planetary D21

We found animals!

The problem was, we’d thought they were flowers at first.

They are small, no bigger than the palm of my hand, and they are covered in fur whose patterns match the flowers they live in.

With that in mind, we’re going to do a more thorough exploration for fauna.

I’m a little bit worried what we might find right under our feet, to be honest.


Planetary D121

After observation that consisted of sitting very, very still for many hours, we’ve been able to identify five animal species.

Three of them have egg-based birth, one live birth, and one is something similar to a marsupial.

None of them appear to be flight-capable, although three live in the tree-flowers. None are bigger than my two hands together.

And one, a ground-dweller, makes the most lovely songs when it thinks it is alone.

I love this planet.

 

 

Tootplanet: Captain’s Log Sector 7, Subector 19

Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub 19-1

There were theories that the farther from Earth we went in any given section, the less likely we’d be to find habitable life.

Those theories aren’t holding true.

This planet would be warm for most humans, but were it not already inhabited by a lizard-like race of bipeds, it would be a very nice place to settle.

Their technology is fast approaching space-faring.  We sent down a greeting probe and took quite a few recordings of their transmissions.

It appears, if translations are correct, that they enjoy soap operas.


Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub 19

I didn’t want to send down a team to this planet.

It’s not like me to let aesthetics get in the way of the mission, but this planet is lovely.

Flowers cover almost every cm of the surface – water flowers, land flowers, even what looks like flowered ground cover on the mountains.  They sway in meadows and make thick, flowered forest-like copses.

We did send down a team, with a suggestion to tread very carefully and, perhaps, bring the boss a bouquet on retrieval.


Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub 19

We thought our lenses were broken when we first looked at this planet.

There are several civilizations growing up on this large planet – on the high side of what we’d consider livable – but I doubt they’ve encountered each other yet.

There is, among other things, a hundred-mile forest and a mountain range separating the two closest.

The trees are only 2m at the highest, and the sentient lifeforms range from 15-30cm.

We could settle on an empty continent, feel like giants against their fauna & flora, & never see the natives.

We moved on instead.

7.19.2

 

 

Prompt Me!

Okay.
I want to write as many approx. 150-word monsters in the next 5 days as I can stand.

Now taking prompts and/or requests

My Patreon theme this month is “return of the light” with a bonus theme of “blood and heart”

Bonus points (2 monsters+) for prompting within one or both of those themes. Continue reading

Tootplanet: Explorers’ Logs Planet 7-18-2

Explorer Log Planet 7-18-2

We went down loaded for bear and packed up for mid-winter.

What we found wasn’t nearly as cold as we expected – not by almost 5 degrees C – and was very occupied with pleasant animal life. Small things, fluffy, sweet-looking.

Of course, we’re so close to the pole and so close to “summer” here that we’re in a period of long days and long nights.  And the sun just set.

Those fluffy creatures don’t look so friendly in the twilight, let me tell you.  And I’m wondering if we prepared quite well enough.

     

    Tootplanet: Captain’s Log Sector 7, Subector 18

    Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub 18-1

    This planet is larger than Earth but not amazingly so, and it is dryer than Earth but not horribly so.

    What is really notable is how flat it is, with only a small amount of variation between the high and low spots, and how quiet it is.  There is little axial tilt, but enough to make it almost homelike; the tides ride far up on the beaches.

    There is civilization here, although they appear to live in low buildings made mostly of wood.  Stone and metal appear in short supply.  

    We sent down a polite greeting probe.


    Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub 18-2

    We were uncertain at first glance if this planet could sustain life.  Its lang masses are almost all at its poles, with only a scattering of small islands like a crooked dotted line between them.  But the southern continent – almost as large as Africa, if considerably closer to round – has greenery and what appears to be some sort of animal life.

    We were reluctant to send down a team, but the readings were so good, it was hard to resist.  A small colony might be very happy here.


    Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub 18-3

    This planet is lightly inhabited – it looks like the equivalent of early Iron-age technology.  We won’t bother them, although we will note to visit every 100 years.

    The strange thing here is that the continents and landmasses are bilaterally symmetrical, eerily so – and in sharp contrast, all of their buildings, structures, even their roads are defiantly, aggressively asymmetrical.

    We would blame it on some strange trend, but even the ruins we’ve seen share the same lopsided style.

    And yet their seas could be drawn with a compass and their mountains with a ruler.

    7.18.2