Archive | June 2018

Mermay: The Date

Percival looked at the clock.  The day was right; the calculation was right; the ball was the perfect setting.
It had taken a little doing.  Yes, the Club had a ball like this once per year.  Yes, they held it in this place, the Grand Promenade, as it was called, right on the water.  These things were always true.  But to get them to move the date, to hold it not on a day of rest – that had taken all of Percival’s skill to convince his sister Gwendoline to convince the planners.  And it had taken no little bit of Gwendoline’s skill and leverage, either!

There she was, the grande belle of this grand ball, dancing with a handsome man in a top hat.  A handsome stranger.  Percival leaned forward.  This was the right time.  He checked the huge clock on the wall, the masterpiece of the clockmaker’s craft.  Where were they?  Where were the Creatures?

“Oh, don’t trust that cake, m’lord.”  The waiter passing by pressed a glass of sherry into Percival’s hand.  “It’s always gone two minutes slow, and nobody can make it right.”

Two minutes…

Percival’s little pocketwatch clicked and tinged midnight.

Were those… tentacles suddenly sliding out of Gwendoline’s dress?  And from behind the had of her dance partner?

“Nooo.”  Even now, it was only a whisper.  He had come so far.  He had done so much…

But they weren’t supposed to manifest within his sister!


Written to Kelkyag’s prompt Intrigues at the ball.  It feels either like Science! or Things Unspoken, or like Victorian Fairy City. 

The Hidden Mall 33: Copies 👭👭👭

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

They got ready to take the door that Liv-Old suggested, because it would be silly not to trust her now, their robotic whites changed out for sporting clothes, their packs re-balanced with new supplies.  “You won’t need protection from the rain or other elements much,” Liv-Old had commented, “but you might need protection from cold floors or rampaging monsters.”

It had seemed like good advice, but Abby had noted Liv-2 grabbing an umbrella and had grabbed one of her own, which had gotten Liv-1 to grab one, and then they were taking the door.

“Remember,” Liv-Old warned them.  

“I remember,” Abby assured her.  She reached out and touched the woman’s cheek.  It was still her friend. Just… her friend like three times her age.  “Take care of yourself, okay?”

She turned away politely so she and Liv-Old could pretend she hadn’t seen tears in the older woman’s eyes.  “All right. Livs?”

Liv-1 hesitated.  “We could stay here, you know.”  She gulped. “I mean. We wouldn’t get home that way. I know.  But we could stay here, and… never see any beavers, but I can’t remember why that was important.  And maybe we would just, I don’t know. Collect more people?”

“The thing is,” Liv-2 answered very slowly, “that something is eating Abbies.  But nothing is eating Abbies here. We could stay here.” Her hand tightened on Abby’s.  “Stay here with Liv-Mom and be safe.”

“We could,” Abby answered.  They could. She looked between the Livs.  Her Livs both looked hopeful. They looked worried.  They looked… tired. “But the thing is… something is eating Abbies, right?  And the problem is, if we stay here, nobody is going to stop that thing from eating other Abbies.  Which, well. I don’t like something eating me – people that are a lot like me.  People that look and think like me. I don’t like something eating anyone,” she added, feeling a little selfish.  “And we can’t stop it if we stay here, tucked away and safe.”

“But, well, the thing is,” started Liv-2, “how do we know that we can stop it?  We don’t even know how to find whatever’s eating the things. We’ve gotten bitten by sharks and chased by plastic people – and by robots! – and then there were the vines that were literally eating people.  There aren’t a lot of safe things out there.  But if, uh, if older-me is right and there’s something in this multiverse-mall targeting you, how are we supposed to find it, much less stop it?”

“It’s fine to think about what the Pevensies would do,” Liv-1 put in, “but they had Aslan and the Beavers and a whole host of other people.  All we have is ourselves.”

“Then… I guess we need more of ourselves.”

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I was lightning before the thunder

Okay, I guess you shouldn’t let me listen to Imagine Dragons’ Thunder anymore. 

This is 100% self-indulgent and I have no idea what timeline it fits in, or anything but that it’s well after the founding of Cloverleaf but before Cya decides it’s time for a new project. 

 

There was a god at the gates of Cloverleaf — floating a little above the gates, to be accurate  — and he was declaiming in a loud and booming voice that he was the god of thunder.

The Guard force did not laugh at him, mostly because they had been trained to be polite to visitors, but when the mayor of Cloverleaf arrived, she had no such training and no such manners.

She looked the would-be God up and down  — somehow managing, although he was hovering above her position on the wall, to make it look like she was looking down on him.  “Boy, you want to be a god of thunder? You have no idea what you’re dealing with.”

She smiled.  She had already put a lock on his powers while she walked up here, and she found it was fun to be able to posture a bit.

“Here in Cloverleaf,” she informed the would-be god, “we have the Lightning.”

It needed a proper power chord intro, because she was rock and roll and not anime.  One of the far guards indulged her.

Guitar music screamed from nowhere.  Someone handled the percussion.

And, as if on cue, Leo arrived.

 

Tootplanet: Explorers’ Logs Planet 7-23-3

 

Planetary Date 148

We learned 3 things.

1st: when it rains here, it pours, & that rain can dislodge some of the protections from the trees/vines.

2nd: an electrical storm here is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.

3rd: a particular arrangement of mostly vines can, during the middle of a rain storm, make a perfect EMP.

We’ve also discovered the exact extent of our EMP-backup procedures & how many things require manual reboot & reprogramming.

Haunted House 15: Assignments and Plans

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

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Mélanie ate slowly, trying to wrap her mind around the man who had bought her. “If you… but that’s…”  She went back to her food. Eggs were better warm, anyway. And she had, feeling daring, served herself almost as much food as she served him.  

He waited.  That, too, would take some getting used to: not talking over her, not teling her to shut up, but listening.

She cleared her throat and tried again. “That’s, uh.  That’s you. Usually people buy a slave so that they can, you know, have someone to do the work they don’t want to do for them.”

“I did.”  He smiled at her.

It was the first thing he’d said that had really made sense.  Except – well, except she had a sinking feeling it didn’t actually make sense.

“Sir?”

“I don’t want to sort through all that loot.  Also, I can’t keep myself company, and, while I enjoy this house, she is not the best conversationalist.”

“So… you bought me because you don’t want to inventory and sell stolen goods and you don’t want to talk to yourself?”  She thought that almost actually sounded reasonable.

“Well, that and, if I didn’t get you out of there, I was probably going to start breaking noses, and, let’s be honest, beating up a whole lot of people face-on is not really my normal M.O.  So I figured buying you with stolen goods got me the legal ownership of you without having to challenge someone or – more likely – trick him into challenging me, and it got you out of there and with me.”  He looked far too pleased with himself.

She honestly didn’t know what to do with that.  She tried, though. “So… you felt bad for me?”

“Well, yes.  You were naked, chained, miserable, and terrified.  Only a real asshole wouldn’t feel bad for you. But mostly I felt furious.”  Somewhere in the lighthearted words were steel.  “I might still go back and burn the place to the ground – after I figure out how to get all the slaves out, of course.  Places like that, people like that, are a blight on the face of humanit – of people-kind.”

He meant it, she could tell.  She sipped her coffee slowly. “If… if you wanted to bring that place down, I think I could probably offer some, ah, intel?”

He leaned forward, a smile sliding onto his lips.  “Yeah?”

“I mean, if you really wanted to – I’d certainly help any way I could.”  She took another long sip of her coffee. “I’d love to make sure it was never there again.  To watch that place burn to the ground. But I’ve been there long enough – and enough times,” she sighed, then recovered herself.  “-to know a lot more about the way they run than they think I do. So… yeah. I could help you a lot.”

It was just a pipe dream, she told herself.  He didn’t really mean it.

“This morning, you have two assignments.  The first is to pick five outfits for you, if you can find that many that you like and would like to wear, from my stores.  The second is to draw a plan of everything you can remember about the slavers.”

“Yes, sir.”  He had changed direction so quickly, she had to wonder if she had done something wrong. “Is there anything else?”

“No, that’s good.  We can talk more about sorting out the inventory this afternoon.”  He smiled broadly at her. “This is a good breakfast, thank you. And I’d like to show you around a little bit more, but perhaps after we go talk to the horses…?”

We.  She blinked at him.  “Yes, of course, sir.”

“Mélanie, did I say something wrong?”

“Did you – sir.  You’re the boss. I know that you like to be casual, but you are still the boss here.”

“You know, I was reading a management book the other day.  I don’t know, it ended up on my nightstand.”

“…Management, sir?”  If he kept changing topics, she was going to be completely lost.

“Back pre-apoc.  When you had a number of employees and you needed to make sure they were doing their jobs, were happy in their jobs, and so on.  I do believe it showed up after my last… employee.. had hysterics and threatened to set everything she could find on fire unless I found her someone else to work for.”  He cleared his throat. “Anyway. It was very clear on the point that, while managing people means that you are their boss, what it doesn’t mean is that you can do no wrong.  After all, you want the people working for you to be happy, no?”

He smiled at her.  It was a slightly terrifying smile, because it meant that he thought he was making a point.

“Sir…?” Maybe if she kept looking puzzled, eventually he would make sense.

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World Building June Day 4-5 History and Civilization

It’s World-Building June!  So I’m building Worlds!  Aerax/Expectant Woods over on Patreon, and Bear Empire and a new thing here!

It’s also June WorldBuilding – so we’re getting two sets of prompts.  After I exhaust the answers I’ve written, I might just default to Inspector Caracal’s questions.

Warning: Long post.

Bear Empire
(The setting for Carrone and Deline, Chased in the Bear Empire)

4. What’s its history? (How did it come to be?)

The legend most often told about the land was that the Bear grew tired of swimming.

That is: There had been a land far to the south, but the Bear was too warm all the time, and the Fox found that its fur was the wrong color all the time.  The Cat was being hunted by the ones that did not care about its mighty roar, and it wanted more trees, and the Lynx wanted some place where it did not get mud in its toes and sticky sap in its fur.  

So they all worked together, and they climbed onto the Bear, who was the largest of them, and they swam and swam and swam.

And when the Bear was tired of swimming, she curled up in a shallow place in the water, and the others curled up around her flanks, and there, the new land formed, both of and for the creatures who had swum so far.

That’s just one telling.

There were several tribes of people who each followed an Animal deity, and that animal’s magic and power.  And after a time, the Bear people decided that they should be in charge of everything, and started conquering.

It is said that they stopped for five reasons:  There was nothing to the north but ice. To the west were the mountains, and the Bear lumbers too much to cross them easily.  To the east was the ocean, and the Bear did not want to make another mighty swim. And to the south was a river blessed by one who had been here before, and they did not wish to dishonor her by fouling it.

And while these things had slowed the Bear down, the other groups had quietly changed their names, and in some cases the deity they gave honor to, so as to confuse the Bear, who was hunting down and consuming only the other animal-totems.

Or so it has been said.

The Bear Empire has lived as it is for about four centuries, and there is a lot that is lost in allegation and history.  Who you ask might change an answer, when you’re going back that far.

What is known is that there were several Kingdoms with animal deities, and now there is the Bear, and that the Bear did unabashedly conquer and conquer… and then stop.

Some whisper that a Bear the size of an empire simply has a very long hibernation period, but within the nation, they say simply “this is the size of the Bear” and believe that that means everything that it needs to.

5. What sorts of civilizations and architecture fill your world?

Ooh, goody!  *rubs hands together*

All right, we’ve already noted the Bear, the Deklegion, the Halorians, and the Carrup… Car… Don’t know which part of that is the nation and which part is the people.

With the exception of the Bear, these nations are a little bit bigger than your average Western European nation.  They vary in specialties, available technology and magic, and in culture.

The Bear Empire, especially the Heart of the Bear, that valley and the surrounding three mountains that make up the capital and the believed-home of the Bear Nation, like pointy architecture.  Everything has roofs that reach up for the sky in a sort of absurd height. They also build in what they call “Winter-Walls” and “Summer walls”; the winter walls are exterior and made largely of doors, so that when opened in “summer” (the slightly warmer season” breezes are aimed properly into the house.  There is a corridor, just wide enough for someone to walk through, between these sets of walls in many cases, although in some it is filled with straw or wood or other such things.

As you move south and towards the mountains, you also get a great deal of in-ground structures, what we would call “earth-sheltered.”  Often this takes the form of a dwelling built in a declivity between two slopes, with the always-pointed roof being one of the only parts visible.  That roof, too, might be covered with moss, so that you end up with just a very pointy-looking hill.

Moving towards the ocean and also southward, the stone that is the predominant building material in the far north is replaced by wood.  You still end up with tall, pointy structures, but they are brown instead of grey, and sometimes built, in dryer areas, of stacked wood covered in a hardened mud mix for the first floor, before going on to boards above that.

The exception to this is temples.

Those are generally built in a round shape referred to as the “sleeping bear”, often in a stack of 2-5 rounds, all of them with an opening in one section.  You enter the Bear through the mouth and exit it the same way.


The Union of Space
(an entirely new setting (probably))

4.  What’s its history? (How did it come to be?)

The United Space of 2407 has been a federated nation for almost 300 years.  Breakthroughs in the mid-to-late 21st century in medicine and technology heralded and were heralded by a series of social changes in which humans, shaken up by a series of catastrophes, became both more interested in worlds beyond earth and, to put it very simplistically, became better people (on average).

The colonies were formed as part of a wave of colonization in the early 2300s and late 2200s after a breakthrough in space travel made other M-class planets not a matter of generations of travel but of months or a couple years.  

Several attempts were taken at colonization, but the first ones lacked any rigorous protocols.  Thus, the University created a study, gained funding, and colonized ten M-class planets with 1000 people each.

At about the same time, several corporations were hoping to lay claim to the vast untapped wealth of these planets — and to the research possibilities held therein.  They, too, populated their own colonies, not collaborating with the University in all cases.

Scribe is a beautiful and rich planet; it is unsurprising that two groups wanted it.  While technically the University group made landfall first, it’s been eighty years, and they landed within a couple planetary months of each other.

5. What sorts of civilizations and architecture fill your world?

Although United Space as a whole is one federated government (simplified overarching laws, a defense military, infrastructure, a basic support system,simplified taxes, and a tricameral system of democracy), there have been several groups which have settled different planets within “easy” reach with the new star drive.

The current legal system of the United Space declares that each planet must obey a certain set of laws and may otherwise be self-contained until they reach the point where they wish to trade with the rest of United Space.

The University colony’s core is built of 3d-printed/”replicated” buildings that all look very similar: nine? blocks of ten houses each are built with interspersed sales buildings, parks, and two stretches of farmland; some farmland still surrounds this city core.

These core buildings are quadplexes; each quad is a 4-bedroom house designed to hold at least 4 adults and possibly 2 children each, so that each quadplex originally held 8 to 16 people.

These houses look very square and tall, with hip roofs and very thick windows.

Outside of that core section, the oldest houses look very similar.  Most of those are built in a duplex style, often with a small courtyard between two duplexes.  Those too are 3D printed, made of a strong concrete-like substance, and like the quadplexes, they have very thick walls, very thick windows, and are three stories and a shallow attic tall.   They all have deep basements, and solar panels provide electricity inside as well as water heating and some house heating/cooling.

Many of the buildings throughout the original colony and both sub-colonies have the same basic look: The winters are cold here, the summers warm, and thick walls help moderate heat changes.  The replicator is available and still functions (it was built to function for 150 years and makes its own replacement parts), and so people still build at least the core of their homes and businesses that way.

However, newer homes often incorporate more hand-crafted materials; while an original house might have hand-carved or at least individually 3D-printed and hand-designed trim around the windows and doors, newer homes go for elaborate trim, wooden and stone decorations, reed tapestries on the outside, and so on.  


Cal Questions, Bear Empire

ENVIRONMENT

4- What kind of day and seasonal cycles do people who live there experience?

The Bear Empire has long days in the summer and long nights in the winter, culminating, in the capital, with the Day of the Bear in the summer (24 hours of sun) and the Night of the Howl in the winter (24 hours of darkness).

Their winter is long (in terms of Earth Months, it would be from late September through early June) and in the middle of it is quite cold.  Their summer is brief and pleasant.

Their growing season, thus, is very short.  They grow a great deal of root vegetables, with oats being their primary cereal grain.

 

5 — what is the weather like?  Is it natural, artificial, or a combination?

The Bear Empire has some very agressive weather.  Blizzards are common in the winter season, sometimes coming super early or rather later in what would be called “winter” by more southern nations.

In addition, storms — sleet, thunderstorms, freezing rain — they are all common, especially in the two months of “spring.”  Those storms can actually be more dangerous than the blizzards. Winter gets cold, yes, but spring will get you freezing and soaked.

Most of the weather is natural.  There are a few corners of the Empire where one of two things will contribute to kinder weather over, for instance, farmland or a particular festival or ceremony:

Magery can mitigate some weather, the sort of storms that come up unexpectedly.  It would take five people working intently to shift a storm so that the weather might, say, rain on a field but not hail or sleet on it, or to make the weather directly over a parade be more mild.

The Blessing of the (I’m going to call them totem spirits for the moment) can sway an entire weather pattern, but this requires the concerted work of many priests of that totem spirit, or many “lay priests”.


Cal Questions, Union of Space

ENVIRONMENT

3- What type of climate does it have? Wet or dry, hot or cold?

Many parts of United Space have technologically-balanced

The University Colony is in a sheltered area. Its weather is more mild than the surrounding area, which tends to be cold in the winter, warm in the summer, and generally windy, whereas the University Colony does not get as hot or as cold, although when it gets wet, it really gets wet.  Its snowfalls can be inches to a foot more than surrounding areas, but its days below 0F are far fewer than the surrounding areas.

The two nearby colonies are set in similar areas, protected by hills and set near wide bodies of water.  

The Company Colony has weather that is neither as cold in the winter (It rarely snows, but it does get rather rainy for a couple months) nor as mild in the summer, with temperatures reaching 100F on a regular basis.  It is not as sheltered as the University Colonies, and it is further from any large body of water – trying to stay away from the potential sight of the University Colony boats.

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Beginning – No Title Yet

This has been bouncing around in my brain.  

Fae apoc, Keeping, consensual.  Plays off a story I wrote a long time ago about a d/s place that worked as a facilitator between people that wanted to be Owned and people that wanted to Own them. 


“All right.”  Landry was settled into the back of a rather large limo with three complete strangers, all three of whom were gagged and bound.  Only one of them looked very comfortable with it, which made Landy start to wonder a little bit.  “Let’s get these gags off of you and start there.”

Two weeks ago, Landy had been facing a rather awkward issue: where do you find Fae willing to work for you, willing to admit that they’re fae, and willing to tell you what their Words are, all on a short time frame.

Landry’s long-term driver, assistant, aide-du-camp and all-around miracle-worker, Macy had, rather tentatively, offered that there were places that did just that.  They took in willing candidates for Keeping, put their belongings and a large portion of their fee into a trust for them, and vetted potential buyers.

Now Landry had something like Mr. and Miss July, bondage-pin-up edition, tied up in the back seat of the limo, and the whole thing was seeming far more sketchy and far less, well, simple than Macy had made it sound.

Gags.  Landry started with the first of the two guys: shaggy blonde hair, stunning blue eyes, and a sort of panicky look about him.  One finger on the lips once the gag – something like a whiffle ball, and not the sort of thing that Landry would normally use for such things – was removed.  “We’re going to stick to ‘speak only when spoken to’ for now.  Understood?”

“Yes…” ah, the look.  “Yes.”

“That goes for all three of you.”  Next was the woman’s gag.  She was leaned against Landry’s legs, not seeming to mind.  She didn’t try speaking when the gag was out but did work her jaw.  And then the third, the one who looked sort of like he liked the gag.  “Now… I asked you your Words.  Not common for the place you were in, I think.  But I’m going to try to keep with what you were expecting as much as possible – while I really, really need people with your Words.”

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World-Building June Day 4 & 5

Originally posted on Patreon in June 2018 and part of the Great Patreon Crossposting to WordPress.

 It’s World-Building June!  So I’m building Worlds! Here on Patreon, I’m building “Aerax”, the world of Expectant Woods. Over on WordPress, I’m working on Bear Empire, the world of the so-named story, and a new thing called United Space. 

And it’s also June World-Building!  So I’m shifting over to Inspector Caracal’s questions, but as I already had a few (a week) written on the first set, there’s some overlap.

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4.  What’s its history? (How did it come to be?)

Many years ago – around 500 – there was a great and long battle between two factions or nations.  The final act of the opposing side, the side that does not live in this area (I see them living off to the left, which would be west, over a great obstruction, perhaps a very wide river) was to cast several plant-growing spells on the area.

The most notable of these lifted up the sky islands.  It left below them something like  craters, but considering the amount of plant matter that quickly covered everything else, those craters were not very notable.

Everything – roads, the remnants of cities, the wizards themselves – it was all covered over.  And in the peace treaty that was made with those who survived on the surface, it was said that they must remain apart.  The people on the sky islands had to stay up there, where they couldn’t cause any more trouble, and all of their magical artifacts left on the surface must be destroyed.

Then the wizards went back over their river. Continue reading

Arrows in the Bear Empire

First: Running in the Bear Empire
Previous: Weather in the Bear Empire
Next: Prey in the Bear Empire

They slept, not well, but dry and warm, pressed against each other in the tight confines of her little shelter.  The rain stopped pounding after a while; she woke at one point to see a half-moon illuminating snowflakes falling.

When the sun rose, the world was wet, branches were broken, and parts of the world were still coated in ice.  Deline pulled on an extra tunic and made sure her boots were dry and clean.

“It’s Spring,’”  Carrone complained.  “Don’t you people here know what spring is?”

“It’s the time when sometimes it snows and rains in the same day, and the temperatures swing from very warm to very cold without stopping to ask anyone’s pardon.  There’s a reason – there’s several reasons – we’re the bear Empire.” Continue reading