green except too damn hot @green@awoo.space

okay sleeps time nowish. goodnight rawrroooo <3

sometimes I look at the global timeline and can't tell if I'm not understanding posts because they're about computer stuff, or because they're *literally* in another language. or both!

@kara@occult.camp hon, you're going through something that can *break* people. be kind to yourself, as much as you can. I'm here, and listening, and sending as much care and empathy as I can. *gentle hugpets offered*

+ catboxes
+ dishes
+ clean & run roomba
(I've already been Productive!)

* rental office re: busted kitchen drawer
* pick up mail
* mall:
** haircut
** soap dish etc.
* shower (probably after getting home from mall)

@anthracite @mxsparks there'd be no provenance for anything which would be maddening, but on the other hand it would provide an *excellent* statistical sampling, allowing all kinds of research about growth and development, dietary habits, dentistry practices...

..... yes I tend to think about everything in paleontological terms sooner or later

* catboxes
* dishes
* clean & run roomba
* rental office re: busted kitchen drawer
* pick up mail
* mall:
** haircut
** soap dish etc.
* shower (probably after getting home from mall)

@anthracite @mxsparks reminds me of "Hogfather." if you've read it you know *exactly* what I mean. :|

(the paleontologist in me is squeeing helplessly though)

@kara@occult.camp aauuuggghhhh, tension. D:

@frameacloud oh *dang* I hadn't caught that, you're absolutely right! woooowwwww. excellent catch, thank you for pointing it out! :D

@frameacloud it being a mind palace, it can probably change, or Steven only saw a very small part of it in the episode--assuming you mean the first layer organization thing. or, rather, that Steven only saw Pearl using it like a Rolodex, rather than as an actual mind palace, if that makes sense. as to why she'd be doing that right then, weeelllll... gotta keep on task to avoid those untidy thoughts!! :|

@kara@occult.camp *sends you kind hugthoughts*

also great holy *fuck* it's windy and I can see *clouds* of pollen coming off the trees. my eyes sting, my skin itches, my sinuses ache, YAY SPRING

so now I kinda want to write the story that goes with this ending! XD but as I said, it's *definitely* an Afro-futurism SF story, and I feel extremely unqualified to write in that genre, as it were. :/ so consider the idea released into the world, for y'all do to as you wish with it.

and that concludes my dreamstuff writeup!

You may ask a boon of me, and I will do anything and everything within my power to make it happen," wincing as she thinks of how powerful house X and Y are and hoping she still has enough influence with them to be able to swing whatever extravagant boon the other person wants. "Thank you for your attention."

by making the announcement on a public channel, she's told the world 1. she messed up 2. the other person was innocent 3. she's pledged to the boon.

... she thinks of the house she was born into, and the reactions of various people on hearing her announcement and what will probably happen which is this whole complex scene, "and Establishment Z," she thinks about a scientific research facility.

her announcement continues, with exterior views of tall, gleaming buildings, covered in writing in an alphabet I don't understand:
"I have wronged you, I have done wrong by you, and I hereby make amends. (cont.)

in part, the person announcing had had the other person sort of arrested and held by one of the Great Houses on false pretenses. the person announcing said, and I remember this bit almost verbatim:

"My allies are... too many to mention," she thinks fondly of all the friends who helped her get to the broadcast station, "but the greatest are House X (I don't remember the names)," she thinks of her friends heading the House cheering her on, "House Y," (cont.)

then we were trying to find our way to the museum, and there was some... mysterious drama with one of the people I was hanging out with, which alarmed me at first but then he ran off and I was like "enh whatever."

then the dream changed completely, to basically the climax of an Afro-futurism SF (possibly YA?) story, in which a young woman has made her way somehow to a broadcast station to announce her apology to another young woman who she wronged badly.