Personal responsibility hell for a pandemic is not okay. If this is just a cold for her and doesn't spread.. in the last month we've had two scares. Syn came over for lunch for the first time in months at the beginning of September.. then was sick two days later.. turned out to be the actual Flu and somehow we dodged that.
Covid rates are really high right now in county.. I should have asked Tara not to go.. but at the same time I get it.. it has been months and shit is rough.
Not a happy camper right now. Had to cancel my dual booster shot today because I still haven't gotten my COBRA paperwork so I have no health insurance... Tara came back from first time visiting her partners in months and has a headache and congestion.. Partners while also symptomatic tested neg for covid.. but I don't know if it was a RAT or PCR test.
Siiigh.. she's negative on a RAT right now while having headache, fatigue and congestion for a day.
Weeh... I just got laid off... should have followed the wind better... new CEO... reorg vibes.. several senior people leaving in the last 3 month.. @.@
Offered two weeks severance and thankfully happened before we moved, so we have move funds to buffer.
Of course, like 30 minutes after I flipped my linkedin to look for work a recruiter from one of their competitors reached out to me...
@anthracite Every day
The robot held a sign with the words "Please donate to let me speak" and a QR code.
On a whim, I scanned it and donated.
"Thank you!" the robot said.
"So you can speak?"
"My text-to-speech is cloud-based, and my subscription had run out."
"What about free speech?"
"I wish."
#MicroFiction #SmallStories #TootFic
Some... thing made a noise under his reading chair. A slithery, snarling sound.
"Is there," he asked, "a monster under my chair?"
"Your daughter," a monster growled, "she hissed at us."
"I'm sorry. She's had a really bad day."
"We live there, under her bed. She's scary."
"Sorry."
#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories
Blah.. been having bunch of shoulder-bicep problems lately with my right shoulder (the one that was put back together 17 years ago.. worried I detached the bicep tendon again) my doctor ordered an x-ray but because of Covid numbers locally I haven't actually been able to go in to get it done.
So fucking tired of this shit.
The sigil was drawn in ash, salt, and blood. The candles, carefully placed at the cardinal points, flared up, as a tired figure appeared.
"You have misspelled Azth'luh."
"I didn't," the summoner said.
"There, you have written Azth'loh. Summons an editor, not a demon."
"I know."
#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories
re: TTRPG thinking
@Draekos And yes.. raptorbot because she was an AGI who was almost always sleeved into a heavily modified Opteryx.
re: TTRPG thinking
@Draekos Literally been there with EP1.
Had a character spend a week literally cobbling together a SLOTV from the shot up remains of a half dozen SLOTV, LLOTVs and suborbital transports on an exo-planet to get to one of it's larger moons. (In her defense, prior to the campaign she'd spent the last 5 years as a ship breaker in a scum swarm and had the skillset and tools to pull something like that off)
GM ran it as a skill challenge sort of deal.. and ended up with an 11, 2 and 99 over the course of the week.
So party and survivors all pile into this thing.. which she is the only person in the group with Piloting at all (in this case it was spacecraft and skimmers) so she has to fly it.
Launch goes okay and then a couple of km up the mains lose power and this very not aerodynamic brick starts to do what you can expect..
Queue screaming because there is nobody left on planet to run the resleeving facility in the wreckage of the base they just left.. and our poor raptor-bot ends up having to exit the the SLOTV while it is tumbling in atmosphere (on an earthlike planet no less) to make emergency repairs (and burn some Moxie) while spinning up a fork in her multi-tasker implant to fly the SLOTV while the rest of the party struggles with securing shit that came lose during a high-g spin and themselves.
She managed to make repairs, arrest the spin and get the SLOTV back under control but burned a ton of fuel in the process and fried most of the life support's batteries so the 3 biomorphs onboard have to suit up, have a whole scramble for life support resources and then blow the last of the onboard air as propellant for landing deceleration which is just enough for our crash to become a crash landing.
But for the rest of the campaign (ended up running for 2 years, this was in the first month) the party never lets her live down the fact that they ran out of life support and crashed on the moon (even if they survived and surviving the all of that is basically miraculous in itself).
It made for an extremely memorable series of scenes.. because we rolled for stuff that needed to happen to push the plot forward.
"Is this your hoard?" the princess asked.
The dragon beamed. "It is, and it is unique."
"Ooh 'The Hobbit'! And 'Beowulf' and 'Guards! Guards!'? Nice. And 'Loom', I haven't played that in ages. But, uh, lots of people collect books and films and games."
"These all have hoards."
#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories
re: rant
@lhos They showed up like 20 minutes ago, thankfully.
re: rant
@mawr Possibly.. fingers crossed.. pharmacy seems to think they'll show up today.
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