Hannah's New Diary 5
Dear Diary:
While I may on occasion refer to events of the previous year, it is time to begin a record of my now-ordinary life here in NeoExtropia (though I still long for proper spaces between words!).
I have completed my course of study at the Dark Temple and am now an ordained minister: my “spatio-temporal displacement” (thankfully not SpatioTemporal!) had no effect on my ability to master doctrine and commune with the Deep Ones.
While I often consider taking an apartment in the Gagarin District of SkyPort Bury, I do enjoy walking to my ministry at the temple, and spending much of my free time in Café HELIUM (gods, the typography!), where the proprietress, Miss Aeon – no, the manager, Kassi – holds a table for me much as Vivienne did at the – well, the *first* - Ravenwood.
Vivienne. Gods, the year she has had. Whether it was Miss Frost’s death, or the liberation of this new world, I do not know, but from being assigned work in a tavern in the then utterly run down SkyPort Bury, she quickly rose to commanding an empire of businesses both legitimate and much less so.
The new Ravenwood is a gilded temple to the darker passions, the centerpiece of a now immense complex in the sky where once only stood an abandoned monastery and a trans-shipment (I refuse to write “transshipment:” that is quite a typographical abomination) hub from ships traveling between cities and even worlds, and the city below.
She reigns in the skies, and I fear her far more than I ever did poor Perspicacity Frost.
Perhaps that is another reason why I maintain my house in staid Port Gynoid.
Cy and I see each other several times a week, as I often dance all night (how much my stamina has grown!) in ARGENT, now located up in Vivienne’s celestial empire.
Nowadays, though, we are only occasional lovers. Sociability is her profession, and I confess to enjoying the “hookup,” particularly in some of the Ravenwood District’s seedier alleys.
Ahem.
But I must fly – or at least walk sedately – to work. We have a maiden to initiate, and I look forward to unholy tentacles, rather than human fingers, deep inside me.
I do so utterly love my life here.
Next entry, my dearest Diary – fashion!
(for Hannah's life before NeoExtropia, see her album: www.flickr.com/photos/163927619@N03/albums/72177720319474... )
Hannah's New Diary 5
Dear Diary:
While I may on occasion refer to events of the previous year, it is time to begin a record of my now-ordinary life here in NeoExtropia (though I still long for proper spaces between words!).
I have completed my course of study at the Dark Temple and am now an ordained minister: my “spatio-temporal displacement” (thankfully not SpatioTemporal!) had no effect on my ability to master doctrine and commune with the Deep Ones.
While I often consider taking an apartment in the Gagarin District of SkyPort Bury, I do enjoy walking to my ministry at the temple, and spending much of my free time in Café HELIUM (gods, the typography!), where the proprietress, Miss Aeon – no, the manager, Kassi – holds a table for me much as Vivienne did at the – well, the *first* - Ravenwood.
Vivienne. Gods, the year she has had. Whether it was Miss Frost’s death, or the liberation of this new world, I do not know, but from being assigned work in a tavern in the then utterly run down SkyPort Bury, she quickly rose to commanding an empire of businesses both legitimate and much less so.
The new Ravenwood is a gilded temple to the darker passions, the centerpiece of a now immense complex in the sky where once only stood an abandoned monastery and a trans-shipment (I refuse to write “transshipment:” that is quite a typographical abomination) hub from ships traveling between cities and even worlds, and the city below.
She reigns in the skies, and I fear her far more than I ever did poor Perspicacity Frost.
Perhaps that is another reason why I maintain my house in staid Port Gynoid.
Cy and I see each other several times a week, as I often dance all night (how much my stamina has grown!) in ARGENT, now located up in Vivienne’s celestial empire.
Nowadays, though, we are only occasional lovers. Sociability is her profession, and I confess to enjoying the “hookup,” particularly in some of the Ravenwood District’s seedier alleys.
Ahem.
But I must fly – or at least walk sedately – to work. We have a maiden to initiate, and I look forward to unholy tentacles, rather than human fingers, deep inside me.
I do so utterly love my life here.
Next entry, my dearest Diary – fashion!
(for Hannah's life before NeoExtropia, see her album: www.flickr.com/photos/163927619@N03/albums/72177720319474... )