#polyodynos

[grislyintentions]

It's always biting A hours and never "letting A hit someone with a steel chair hour." Well, I say we change that.

[U rite. And I will write down your url on the chair with a marker before I do it too as a gesture of gratitude for your support]

@polyodynos

[bigblue]

Yumina stares down at the empty metal tin of mints in her hand for a few moments before she peers up at Clark. "Have you ever thought about making your altar portable? That way you can carry it with you."

— from @polyodynos, unprompted.

Clark turns away from the (dizzying) selection of candles in front of them, head turned down to meet Yumina's big-eyed gaze.

"Portable?" he echoes, not even bothering to hide the sense of inspiration it brings. It isn't a common practise amongst believers of Qlipoth, at least; Clark's used to big, dedicated spaces, and rich offerings of only the best. His parents always said they were blessed the IPC was so generous to provide this for them.

But, to Yumina's point-- "I like the sound of that. Carrying it with me.

"It'd have to be pretty small to work that way, though... I don't think Ms. Jade" -- he takes a moment, as if waiting for her to show up just because he's said her name, then continues -- "would let me take a big suitcase everywhere all the time."

[trlblzd]

"Well, sometimes when I'm upset, I draw a little mouse with a sword and it makes me feel better! Here, I'll show you!" Reaching into her pocket, Yumina pulls out the tiny notebook she carries with her. She flips through the pages before holding up the book for Stelle to look at.

"See?"

    IT  IS  BEAUTIFUL.    IT  IS,  PERHAPS,  THE  MOST  STUNNING    piece of artwork they have ever laid their eyes on.     the shape,  the passion,  the weapon,  the fact that it most    CERTAINLY    does look like a mouse is    (  ...  )     outstanding.    they think,  if they pitch this in hard enough,  this could be     FRAMED    in belobog's wondrous museum.    perhaps,  it could even be displayed alongside the many curios that do not quite amount to this piece of artistry present in the radiant feldspar.

their eyes shimmer upon seeing it,  drawn to it,  taken to it.     it feels like    EVERYTHING    they have ever yearned for.    it speaks to them in ways that can never be conveyed by meager things like     MEDITATION     and trying to talk about their own feelings.    teary-eyed,  their breathing shakes while they take yumina's handiwork into gloved hands.

"  it's. . .  "      sniffling    OBNOXIOUSLY,    they smile as if it has solved all of their aches,  their troubles,  and their worries.     "  it's magnifique.  "

[monenblogi-a]

@polyodynos - from dis

“I wouldn’t touch that if I were you. I’m still running the diagnostics on the new software.” It was probably silly to shoosh her away from the console, but the maintenance work was never done. And unfortunately this one was something he had wrote himself. At least no one could say Welt wasn’t a team player. 

“If all goes well, this should be a reliable and more energy efficient alternative to the current navigation software.” He sighed, giving a bit of a sheepish chuckle. “I’m hoping it does... I’m beginning to get sick of constantly running bug fixes on it.” 

[phaitality]

[ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need :3c — from @polyodynos, here.

Phainon blinked, turning from where he'd been gazing out into the city from the balcony of his new comrades' room. Seeing the Lady Yumina made his mouth curve into a smile, and despite the embarrassment at being caught, he shook his head.

"I'm sorry," he said then, "I know I'm intruding. I didn't think any of you were here..."

But he hadn't yet stopped thinking of how these new friends of his came from the world beyond the sky, even if it was probably best not to voice such things aloud.

"Did you not plan on going out into the city with Dan Heng?" he offered instead. Those two seemed attached at the hip, almost, and Phainon envied their closeness. "I thought you'd have gone to see the dromas by now."

[reversescale]

@polyodynos -- ;

"...Sorry, Yumina. Did I wake you?"

[macrodatum]

"Mr. Mark, are you feeling alright? You look like you might be suffering from a case of updog." :( For innie Mark! // from @polyodynos

At first, Mark assumes Yumina's about to say something about his face or other part of his body, and he braces himself like he would with any of Dylan's sharp-tongued barbs.

So the mention of a sickness stops him.

"What?"

'Updog'. There aren't very many things that aren't already in his outie's lexicon, so the confusion is... new.

"What's updog?"

[reignreturned]

"Why do we always have to deal with a high-control group and the evils of capitalism when we come to Penacony?" Yumina's so tired, and she's been holding it in all day.

Dan Heng's arms cross lightly, anchoring his hand as he brushes the end of his chin. "These are the sort of people that frequent this planet, I'm afraid.

"When your main commodity is dreams and there's a high entry price to get to it, it eliminates income diversity among clientele."

It doesn't occur to him that Yumina may just be asking for the sake of emotional regulation. Dan Heng's brows furrow, thoughtful as ever.