Archive | February 2018

Tootplanet: Captain’s Log

Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub. 10

We came upon a planet that was clearly unfit for humanoid life: not nearly enough oxygen, far too much helium, and too cold in many parts.  And yet on its surface we saw what looked like signs of habitation: cities, or at the very least groupings of twisting towers like unicorn horns piercing the sky. The oceans, such as they were, showed flotillas of what we could only call sideways horns.  The forests were blue-and-white, but something about the swaying frond-like plants and the long tapering sticks said forest nonetheless.

We sent down our politest greeting probe.

 

Tootplanet: Explorers’ Logs Planet 7-9-1

From space, everything about this planet was bloody, red and black.

On the ground, we find the underbrush violet and grey and pink.  The air is sweet, floral, and moist where we landed.  The sky, too, is pink, where you can see it through the underbrush.

The plants we’ve sampled taste dusty, with a hint of coppery flavor.  Nothing to write home about.  But the animals…!

Our first beast sighting was a great thing, three meters at the shoulder with purple horns longer than I am tall.  Lucky for us it appears to be an herbivore.  Still, we’re glad for the sturdy shelter of the drop vessel.


Planetary Day 18

We’ve found three tasty plants: one a grain, one that tastes rather like peas when cooked, and one a root vegetable. This planet is livable, although the pink-and-grey wears on one after a while.

More exciting than the plants are the beasts.  In addition to the Pink-Yak (we are creative with naming, aren’t we?) we’ve found a sleek little predator, knee-high and as long as I am tall, that preys on the purple-and-red birds with the obnoxious song.  It’s also purple, with spots and splotches in mauve and grey, and three of them have been haunting our campsite, chasing the little (pink) rodents that like our food scraps.


Day 110

We are coming into winter here & I am very glad that we have been experimenting with the foodstuffs.

We have also been experimenting with the animals.  The Pink-Yak, the spotted-Cat, and the puff-mice all appear to hibernate through the winter.  So do the Red-Beast, which is bigger even than the Pink-Yak, omnivorous, & deadly (also not very tasty) but with a very nice fur.

We found a (pink) cavern where many of the Pink-Yaks were settling in for the winter and built ourselves a secondary shelter in the center.  The body heat of the Pink-Yaks may prove the key to our survival, if winter is as bad as it looks like it may be.


Day 169

The snowfall here is unreal.  It is survivable,  but for humans only with planning or, in our case, some planning and some emergency supplies.

It is also, of course, pink, reddish where it is stacked too deeply, and it is stacked far too deeply everywhere.

Our cavern shelter has saved our lives – that and the warmth of the Pink-Yaks. The smell is a bit… strong, but after a week or two you stop smelling it.

Or so we tell ourselves.

Torvi and Paet have been tunneling out, & they found several small mammals that do the same – and two grains which survive, in a sense, under the snow.

The rest of us are studying the Pink-Yaks and praying for Spring.


Day 269

The Pink-Yaks have a fascinating hibernation cycle

That is, they appear to mate while in hibernation, which, I can tell you, is an amazing thing to be in the middle of, although it is not so much noisy as it is an entire room moving at once, slowly and with purpose.

How do they choose their mates?  We are beginning to think they do it before they go to sleep. If not, there must be some mechanism — or selection works very differently here than at home.

The small mammals appear to stay awake, tunnelling down to grain pods.  We have found three grain “fields” big enough to sustain human life, although I do feel bad for the mice whose harvest we are stealing.

Still, we pray for spring.


Day 312

We made it through winter!

We might still have a ways to go until we have been here a year – either by ship’s clock or by the planet’s long, lazy cycle – but we are celebrating a New Year as the Pink-Yaks frolic in the bare patches of earth and the small burgundy felines (Red Cats, of course) run about attacking mice still running under the snow.

We have broken out some reserve supplies and Torvi and Paet have found some small baby greens.  It’s not much of a feast, but still.

We made it through winter!


Day 329 

As spring comes into its own here, we’re finding out something new about this planet.

Kittens.  Cubs. Calves.

Turns out they are a softer pink color, in general, and nearly blend in to the surrounding terrain.

Also, you do not want to get between a Pink-Yak and its calf.

Torvi survived, but it was a close call.

Paet is nursing three baby red-cats whose mother ran afoul of the same Pink-yak Torvi did.  No clue if they can be domesticated, but we’re going to try.  Ditto for the yaks.


Day 341 

The flowers.

The flowers when they bud, they fill the air with pink pollen.

There is pink EVERYWHERE.

And I do mean everywhere.

It coats your skin.  It coats the animals.

A violet animal we had not seen before – Torvi is calling it a Zeeraffe – tried to eat me.  We think it’s an herbivore.  It just liked the taste of the pollen that much.

Or the pollen is some sort of aphrodesiac, but it does not, at least, work on humanoids.

And we thought winter was dangerous!

Tootplanet: Captain’s Log

Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub. 9

This planet was so red from space that it looked like streaks of blood across purple and black water.  The foliage is red, shades and hues of it like I’ve never seen, and the rocks are red and black and purple and grey, where the rocks take over the landscape.

The sea itself has even more red plant matter.  The probes we sent down registered no sentient life and an environment safe for humanoids, so we sent Team 2 down to explore.

     

    A New World: Building Potions

    First: A New World

    “All right, all right.”  Halsey sighed.  “Let’s go on.  I think we have enough for the paper – I mean, we can’t write a paper on this place for Mr. Catalon, anyway.  He’s going to blow his top.”

    “We at least have to see the rest of the museum.  Come on, maybe they’ll show us something interesting like where all the tools were or something.  And then we can work out what we’re going to write for class.  I mean.  We could do something on the conflicts between the displays and the book?  And then say, since we weren’t there, we can’t tell?” Continue reading

    Beauty-Beast 30: Ctirad

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    “Mmm.”  Timaios’ hand settled on Ctirad’s back as he purred.  He looked as if he was going to say something else, but didn’t, merely moved with Ctirad, not quite steering him, into the bedroom as Sal went in the other direction.

    When they were alone and the door was closed, Timaios looked Ctirad up and down.  “Stretch for me again?”

    “Of course, sir.”  He thought he might be blushing. He stretched up towards the ceiling, then bent back, slowly, because he hadn’t done this in a while, until he could put his hands on the floor behind him.  Then, because he was feeling like showing off, he kicked up into a handstand before rolling down onto the floor into a kneeling position. Continue reading

    The Hidden Mall: Back the Way They Came ↩️

    First: The Hidden Mall – a beginning of something
    Previous: Circles

    The Hidden Mall has a landing page here: http://www.lynthornealder.com/verses/the-hidden-mall/

    They turned back, retracing their steps.  Past the Tome Home, past the little shop where Liv had traded in a regret for a necklace.  Back towards the hallway, where it had first looked all bright and colorful and shiny, where it now looked covered in cobwebs, grey, and awful.  Back through the narrow door and into a cold concrete hallway, covered in pipes.

    They were all holding their breath.  They were moving slowly, as if they were afraid what they would see.  She was holding on to both Liv’s hands tightly.  She didn’t want to lose either of them.  She didn’t want to know what happened if they got split up here, here where it had all began. Continue reading

    Dying in the Bear Empire

    First: Running in the Bear Empire
    Previous: Traditions in the Bear Empire

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    “You might thank me for saving your life along with my own.”

    Carrone snorted and bowed in his seat.  “Thank you kindly.  but what makes you so important that the Deklegion would want to risk the wrath of the bounty guild?”

    She smiled enigmatically.  “You’ll see eventually.  The thing is… as far as they know, right now, I’m an agent of the Empire. And that much is true.” Continue reading

    January 2018 Stranded World on Patreon

    Hello my friends!  It has been an immensely weird month, but I did post a lot on Patreon.

    Below is everything Stranded World I posted in January – some stories, some meta, a little more meta, and some links.  Winter featured heavily this month.  I find that interesting.

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    Mending Strands
    The room felt wrong.  His sisters, Winter thought, might have said that it was creepy or oogy or sick, although sometimes sick was a good thing.

    This Guy and Autumn could compare notes…
     5 Tips for Planning (and Surviving) a Mega Road Trip

    Talk about a quest. Two years ago, Mikah Meyer set out to become the youngest person to visit all 417 U.S. National Park Service sites. Since then, the 31-year-old…

    Metaphor for Stranded World?
    There are not really enough pictures out there of strings of light or strings connecting people, so when I’m looking for pictures for Stranded World, I come up with some pretty interesting things.
    All right, let’s talk about Summer’s clothes….
    Winter’s Clothes
    First, two notes:

    One:  I think that Winter engages in a combination of actually knowing how to tailor his own clothing and using strand-working to make everything lie Just So, because I do not picture any of the RoundTree siblings particularly rich (Summer might be, eventually, but who knows?) but damn, the man dresses like a million bucks.

    Autumn at the Ren Faire
    I was playing around a little with Pinterest and Image Search today. 

    Here’s some pictures that are pretty close to Autumn’s garb at the Ren Fest, although her costumes are almost always in red, orange, gold, and brown. 

    The Stranded World
    If you’re new to my settings, you may be wondering what this Stranded World is all about.

    So here are a couple worldbuilding reposts talking about the magic of the Stranded world!

    Small Town, USA
    Autumn spends a lot of time in really small towns.  I mean, some of that is just that’s what she seems to like, but you’d think she’d spend more time in big cities that have big craft festivals, wouldn’t you?  I mean, she’s trying to make enough of a living to pay for the occasional inn or motel or Bed N’ Breakfast room, and those aren’t cheap.

    I like small towns.

    A long, long time ago
    I can still remember how
    Maggie’s Ell Jay made me think
    And I knew if I had my chance
    That I could make words sing and dance
    And maybe make them think, too, for a while
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    Ahem. 

    A long time ago, M.C.A. Hogarth posted something in her LJ about tropes she’d like to see.  One of them – which I have tried more than once to write – was about the young male (it might have been a mage?) recruiting the older female (fighter?)

    Everyone gets their inspiration from somewhere; every setting has its seeds in something.Stranded – well, Autumn – came out of the book Blue Highways.

    According to Wikipedia, this book came out in 1982.  I don’t think I read it that early at all – I would’ve been six – but someone recommended it to my father, and I read it.  I was probably in my early teens.

    Locked Posts

    For a portion of every year, Autumn lives out of her van, travelling from Craft Fest to Ren Faire to City Historical Days, selling her art and sometimes solving mysteries.

    The first time Byron RoundTree saw the strands, he thought he was tripping.To be fair to By, he had been partaking in some interesting substances for the last forty-eight hours in a mostly-peaceful tribal gathering of people deep in a national park.

    Curtains
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    Winter wasn’t surprised when he came in to find the new temp crying.

    Their job wasn’t the sort of place that lent itself easily to short-term or temporary help, and yet their supervisor, intent on getting caught up on her filing, kept trying.

     

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