#paracausal

[lancersafetysigns]

[seen-in-the-smoke]

[Breakfast's settled the camera beside him, now-- the viewers look out to the busy stars, the exterior space around the blink gate writhing with life. Each and every dot out there-- all the stars, all the ships, all the planets-- thronging fit to burst, and each life among those billions and billions is full and beautiful. Breakfast seems lost in this consideration, peering in from the side of the frame. The moment is quiet, strangely gentle for what we've come to see throughout the investigation.]

[A notice opens itself on the cockpit window, overlaying the universe's grand tableau with a hail from gate authority.]

Seele::: UNS-PV Frogsback, how copy?

Oh, time already?

[Breakfast leans in, types away a response.]

>[UNS-PV: FROGSBACK] Hello there, Gate. How's it hangin'?

Seele::: You're cleared for expedited jump. Confirm readiness for realspace buffer projection?

>[UNS-PV: FROGSBACK] Confirm ready. Let's get this show on the road.

[The vessel rocks gently, once. The stars outside, all the little lights, begin to grow-- not in magnitude, nor brilliance, but in self. An impossible, indescribable sort of contrast emerges between each moment, as the manchmal becomes a mantra repeated upon itself again and again. A shell of the now, to protect from the always.]

Seele::: Buffer steady. Blink impulse to destination on your mark. Safe waters, Frogsback.

>[UNS-PV: FROGSBACK] Safe waters.

I love this part.

>[UNS-PV: FROGSBACK] Mark.

[For the barest moment, the world outside is edged in nothing. It is a nothing as deep as the abyss, as close as the cave wall. It bears the most mere imprint of the contrast which came before, reinforced reality spinning apart an infinitesimal distance outside the hull and smoothing the transfer-- guiding it like a gravity assist, like the curve of a pitching arm. For the barest tolerable length, there is nothing-- and the nothing is made selfsame, and again the stars emerge.]

Whoo! Never do get tired of it, I tell you. Just gotta... Hold up?

[Still smiling, Breakfast looks at the console in front of him. His eyebrows furrow in confusion.]

Not, uh... Huh. Did they flub the navigation info? This is-- Wake, confirm? I'm reading us as emerged out at Rainier gate, not Aconcagua.

...

Wake?

[He doesn't receive a response. Something else catches his attention, though-- a small alert pinging in the corner of the cockpit window display. Something he'd had minimized for the sake of convenience now open and blinking urgently.]

[It reads: BLINK TRANSPONDER 83511a-XANTHOUS-HORIZON OBSERVED BY LISTENING POSTS AT T+00:00:00:07. TRIANGULATING APPROXIMATE LOCATION.]

[The counter ticks up by the second as Breakfast stares. Then he grabs the camera, and the connection interrupts.]

[fromlowerwaters]

[interpretación lista]

[Transmitiendo a través de muchos límites]

A greeting and introduction of sorts, that I may be known and understood among the Gente in their common Voice.

I am Lawahiz de Aguas Bajas, and in your Voice may also go as as Glances of the Creed of Low Waters. I go by ‘she’, and ‘her’, although my Shape has changed much along the Spine and I fear these terms may misrepresent my presence here. I am an a Flier, known as Volador in my Voice; the mission I have taken up is that of an Angler, which your people may know; my Law is to be much changed, and to delve deep, and to recover many Curiosities so that they may be Chronicled and done with as they ought. I am also somewhat of a Ship, or have begun to change in such a way, in accordance with my Law and Deeds. In my way, and before I return to High Ground, I must hold myself to Account of prior errors.

One of you has stolen from me, and undone much with this theft. I am to now set this right.

I submit myself to the witness of this Omni-net that my Chronicle is kept, that no Deed shall pass without observation, and to make my Voice hears by those which adhere to the Sword Law. I pay now my Obol, and the long plight begins.

{Hello! Apparently I can’t go three seconds without making another lancer blog; this one is at least partly for in-the-moment plot development purposes with the Mud Wasps but I figure Lawahiz might as well be around for general yapping, too. She’s a chronically over-serious person, and very focused on this new quest of hunting down her thief! Not much else to say about her in the moment.}

{Most of what I write here regarding the Voladores is coming from osmosis or just asking @losvoladores a million questions bc the lore they’ve done thus far is truly amazing, but I’m also just riffing and doing my best! If something conflicts with the canon elsewhere, hopefully it can just be chalked up to Glances being an odd egg by even Vol standards.}

[styx-class-nhp]

Does anyone have anything for paracausal headaches?

[vexwerewolf]

It’s Mournin’ Time

Stand back I’m about to Mourn

[paracausal]

this is the first selfie i've uploaded to any social media in many years but this is tumblr so does it even count

[seen-in-the-smoke]

[FORUM THREAD: WHATS IN THE BOX? pg1/??]

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Rueblue: ah lads not again

freewebkinzNOW: NADA POES IM DIESES BOX.

SPLATTED ‘ERDS OU PREEM SUBVOX.

WHITTLE LONGONNE KINNA JUICE?

DIDEK, SCRABBLE, TURN IT LOOSE

Rb: ctb. hi free

fwN: NADA POES IM DIESES BOX.

SPLATTED ‘ERDS OU PREEM SUBVOX.

WHITTLE LONGONNE KINNA JUICE?

DIDEK, SCRABBLE, TURN IT LOOSE

fwN: NADA POES IM DIESES BOX.

SPLATTED ‘ERDZ OU PREEM SUBVOX.

WHITTLE LONGONNE KINNA JUICE?

DIDEK, SCRABBLE, TURN IT LOOSE

Rb: please dont start spamming in here my bandwidth is shit today

Rb: dammit

fwN: [post deleted by mod]

fwN: [post deleted by mod]

fwN: [post deleted by mod]

fwN: FUC

fwN: [post deleted by mod]

NotASpy: freewebkinzNOW you’re going to be kicked from the thread if you keep this up. RtR.

fwN: halt. rig nae fixed dis cycle? much fromup und she’s terminal fused a-thine terminal Rb: hel p NAS: It's that bug that got rooted in during the wavedown. Not the kind of thing she can flash manna at the nearest tech to fix without outing some skellies. fwN: Much shame sie cannae zero. NAS: It'd be more suspicious if someone in her position were suddenly tech-literate. ARTFUL_D0634: >It's that bug that got rooted in during the wavedown. IC???? RB: spy I need your help its again RB: AH HELLO BABY THE SSC BUG IS BURNING MY RIG NAS: We're secure. If *I* slip up on a thread I'm modding, shoot me a basilisk because it's someone else piloting me. NAS: Artful Dodger, hello. Welcome to the newest mystery box drop. A_D: Sup. we waiitng on anyone? A_D: Also whats with the full government right there I got shivers fwN: ûndertomme Nota. Synecdoggy: w o a h pick a fucking dialect and stick to it curlydancer. you sound like youre running galcomm through a seesee translator. A_D: he is Sd: LOMS rly? fnW: trap dat A_D: idk but it wouldn't surprise me A_D: poser ass NAS: Everyone. Please. NAS: Do we want to see the file, or what? Rb: FUCK me ok i'm here. mostly. gonna keep working on this as we go don't wait on me fwN: comp-ly?? Rb: yeah, fr. worst comes to worst i'll just watch from the bleachers NAS: If that's all, I'm going to get the preamble started. Sd: holup NAS: Yes, Synec Doggy? A_D: AH Sd: [post auto-deleted by trawl. Reason: Stop Spamming, Please.] Sd: eh worthashot

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lingo interpretation follows: shitpost-- 'NO ONE KNOWS WHAT'S IN THE BOX'

'COULD BE GOOD TECH OR BUTCHERED OX'

'TBK PRINTFILE LEVELS OF CLOUT?'

'IDFK, LETS FIND OUT'

ctb.-- omfg

RtR-- Respect their Rig

halt...-- wait, all that resource and she can't get her shit fixed? would expect a company girl like that to have ditched for a better system

much shame...-- More like I'm embarrased she can't fix it herself

IC-- Secure??

ûndertomme Nota-- Under NotASpy's thumb

curlydancer-- copfucker

seesee-- comp/con

LOMS-- laughing out of my shackles

trap dat-- stfu

com-ply?-- Are you sure?

[seen-in-the-smoke]

Impressive.

One moment.... Ah, there you are.

You kids love to touch what isn't yours, don't you?

Cycling humans is viable. For the uninitiated, it'll take several sessions. Such beautiful light, stubborn sponges are hard to wring dry.

But what better time to get to know each other, over and over?

Which one of you wants to go first?

Don't keep me waiting.

[pg8/??]

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Rb:

Sd: fucking fantastic we got ghoulies in the chat loms

NAS:Let’s not feed the trolls, Synec.

Sd: first of all

Sd: buy some fkin bandwidth if you wanna scare us with oogabooga bullshit

Sd: second of all

Sd:[theydontknow.omif]

Sd: didnt ask, ratio, not human, ive been aniconic the whole time, etc etc

Rb: okkk new problem

Sd: the others idk maybe youd get somewhere with them

Sd: oh hey rue we thot u were dead

NAS: What? Why are you back online? You should be moving.

Rb: HAHAHA yeah that’s the thing isn’t it, uh

Rb: can’t

Sd: wat

Rb: lift ctls arent working

Rb: & the door to the service stairway isn’t opening. Currently trying to bang it down with a meat tenderizer. So. Help????

Sd: why a

Rb: MY PENTHOUSE DIDNT COME WITH A BATTERING RAM AND IM PANICKING OK

Rb: working on it

A_D: holy shit

NAS: Agreed. I recommend you find a secure room and hide out, get whatever can be a weapon with you. Artful, you live nearby, right?

A_D: i got decompile on the outdated section

A_D: fuck

A_D: ‘It is therefore suggested that Axiomatic progression be understood not as a question of sculpting the container but filing the contents to fit.’

NAS: Artful?

Rb: Ae aren’t picking up my calls

Rb: baby what is this

A_D: ‘just as large swathes of the human genome lie dormant until needed, we suggest that the majority of a Deimosian’s blinkspace corpus is useful only for non-baseline purposes; purposes which given the substrate are not necessary.’

Sd: wait wtf

A_D: ‘To the end of determining substrate viability, Smith-Shimano Corpro sit poised to provide material for blink-reactivity testing.’

NAS: Artful. Stop posting and talk to Rue. You’re scaring us.

NAS:Artful?

Rb: KK?

Rb: please be okay

Rb: I wouldnt get my hopes up