#franc

[iko66]

Doëlan, Bretagne, France

[norrapinto]

Girl dad Franco confirmed by the man himself 😭

[radarsmenagerie]

insane thing to say

[godwantsit]

[outerwyrm]

Meet Franc

Perpetually distracted, and only has two states: Moving and Not. If they're moving, they're looking for things, exploring, tapping their foot, pacing, thinking aloud. If Not, they're usually asleep or least dozing. Very easy to go from one state to the other, but impossible to find a middle ground. Lots of their personality and actions is dictated by the fact that they just don't like to use their eyes all that much. Not because they need glasses, but because too much light is annoying or even painful, and is also usually accompanied by Heat, which is also annoying and painful. They tend to overlook things, misread things and have to go over it again, or are just blind to actual physical objects in their location. Quantum rocks had to be pointed out to them, or else they never would have noticed that they were moving around. Instead, they tend to prefer to explore their world through a combination of hearing and touch, along with whatever happens to be going on inside their head at any given time. They're not actually much of a musician themselves, but always listening to something or other, usually directly from the other Travelers. Their suit has even been altered in order to add nice headphones to the helmet. If they're not listening to music, they're thinking about it, constantly putting everything they're doing to a mental soundtrack. The music in the game is diegetic to them, especially the End Times, (though it only started showing up after a few loops when they started to pick up on subtle cues that things were about to come to an end. Interestingly, they started making that mental connection before they even realized that the thing causing the end of the loop was the sun going supernova.)

Otherwise, things don't often feel real to them unless they've grabbed it in some way. Objects, rocks, people, scrolls, they like to be close and personal with whatever they're inspecting. They discovered quantum entanglement by accident this way, turning off their lights to feel and hear the Cave Shard on Ember Twin. They also very nearly prematurely ended their adventure by pulling the Advanced Warp Core out of the project in order to get a better look at it, and only their internal warning bells ('didn't the text back there say something about this?' manifesting as the Final Voyage sountrack) got them to remember to put it back in time. Best friends with Hal, Franc took on the role of explorer and Breaker Of Stuff when they started trying to translate the Nomai language. Franc has a hard time thinking and speaking at the same time, which means they are either quiet or simply talking in a nonstop train of thought. Hal thankfully takes up a lot of the burden of talking through ideas and holding that mental space between them, which is why they click together so well and managed to put together a whole translator tool. Time Buddies with Gabbro, very much the kind of friends to sit and cuddle and say nothing together for long periods of time, though Gabbro is also very good at listening when Franc has something to say. Glad that they're in the loop together, because they might have burned themselves out otherwise. Not 'dating' anyone, but they are physically intimate with both Hal and Gabbro, more often with Gabbro. As a hugger and a cuddler, they prefer to be squished in some way when going to sleep, whether that's with another Hearthian laying half-over them or simply a large and heavy blanket. They're still stuck in the loop, and are currently determined to find another way out, for them and everyone they care about. Most of my headcanons and ideas about them will be set after they've filled out the entire ship log, but before going to look for the Eye.

[economicsresearch]

page 576 - I just woke from a dream where I was a stay-at-home parent. After dropping the kids at daycare and having breakfast I had given myself the grace of nap as I'd been fighting a cold for a few days and had been up since 430 with the baby. Now I was meant to be cleaning the bathroom after getting in a load of laundry but was dicking around on my laptop instead of spraying soap and scrubbing tub. The bathroom is original to the house, 75 years old, and not a fan of our showering habit. It likes baths, and until we installed an elaborate set of curtains, expressed itself with water that ran onto the floor then through it and into the kitchen ceiling below, or via the specks of mold around the tub's edge where water pooled and took time to dry out. I had looked at instagram and was a bit grumpy to see photos of friends out at a show, looked at some stock charts and imagined about how nice it would be if the one I owned just went up and up and up. When would I know when to sell and not feel like I missed out? Do you sell earlier to owe less tax? Surely you just go for it and pay what needs to be paid, because that's still more money than you would have had if you sold too soon. Then I sipped some coffee and read an article about an auteur film maker and his new project, a nostalgiac heist caper that takes place in the late 90s when his city was still cool, connections weren't digital or cellular but were found on the street, face-to-face, or at the very least on a white board beside the phone where roommates could write that your mom had called. For a moment I was energized, just the brief act of reading about someone else's creative output got me into a mindset that I haven't felt much of lately. I have ideas, artefacts to put into the world and maybe change it, surely I need to work on those now.

But I really needed to get going on the tub. The kitchen floor is also grimy and there's a camping trip we're taking the kids on this weekend and a bunch of packing, food prep and dehydration that needs to go into that. Writing wasn't on my to-do list but I considered adding it just so I could check it off.

But then I woke up and the list wasn't there, no paper or a pen or a slightly rundown house. Just the hole and its timeless darkness. Thankfully the floor leaks down because if it didn't there would be no bathroom just one heck of a pool.

[francepittoresque]

IL Y A 665 ANS | Création du « franc à cheval » ou « franc d’or » ➽ http://bit.ly/Creation-Franc Le 5 décembre 1360, le premier franc de l’histoire monétaire française voit le jour. Cette pièce d’or valant une livre tournois est frappée pendant la guerre de Cent Ans, au moment de la libération du roi Jean le Bon, qui avait été capturé par les Anglais en 1356 à la bataille de Poitiers