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I've written and rewritten this several times and I've decided to not print the screaming rant of dialog incessantly going through my mind, cross my fingers, and hope for the best. God help us all.
Rather, I'd like to say that I went ahead and paid for Pro, not that I want any of the 'perks', but because I love what we have here and I want to support it/us not just with words, but with deed. When the bug bit me I had no idea that this existed and now I've 'met' so many people from all over the world with their/your singular eyes and visions, thank you for being out there and bringing beauty into my den, sharing your humor, pains, and insights. May this year be better than last and a mere preamble to the happiness yet to be, we'll get through this together because as the man said, 'a house divided cannot stand.'
what's that? yes, I did take a three mile hike in my jammies. I was on vacation and thought there was a WalMart at the end... :)
I'd like to leave you now with one of the hundreds of thousands of people we lost this year, may none of them be forgotten.
NO GROUP AWARDS!
Ok, Storytime :) (I had only 20 minutes today for Roleplay at Aurora Falls but it was Fun :D here it is rewritten into an one-shot)
MissRiddle Robonaught aka Lucy Whitmore, A nameless Puppy and fenrir grayman aka me aka Professor Tikhonov
Mikhail Tikhonov flipped his cane against a small pebble , watching it fly a brief way down the path. He didn't usually like to leave the hospital. It was not only the place of his research but his home, too. He had a house in town but that one was rented out to an elderly lady. Mrs. Haphington. He smirked a little. She was over 90 and still called him the old Professor. By his side, with little puppy steps, the still unnamed little dog he purchased a few days ago, was looking up at him with big eyes. It forced him to go out. Okay, he could just walk the little bugger through the hospital ground but something drew him down into the village. He knew quiete well what it was. In his hand he had a small Buquet of flowers. The gardener had delivered them to the Asylum earlier and now, he wanted to give these, alongside the invitation for Sundays dinner to Miss Lucy Whitmore. And, well, her Brother, whom he hired for the hospital just recently. He thought it was destiny for some reason. After Ludwig Whitmore responded to his letter positively he had found a picture of the siblings in the papers. He still had the cutout on his desk. Mikhail recalled the day like it was just yesterday when he flipped through the pages of the London Times, surprised to read another article about the Whitmore Family. He had read a few of these already but this time, there was a picture.That face, the stature, the smile. It wasn't possible yet there she was.
"Oh hey!!!!"
Mikhail looks up from his thoughts. Now that was a surprise. He quickly hid the Flowers behind his back. What, why did he do that? He rolled his eyes behind the glasses as his lips curled up into a crooked smile behind the beard. "Miss Lucy! I was just on my way to..."
"Oh hey my sweety, yes...i missed you too!" Lucy smiling and squeaking a little had bent down to pick up the puppy. "God you are so cute!" she chuckled, red curls all over the place as she snuggled the little bulldog.
"Good day, Miss Lucy..." Mikhael started again, pulling the flowers from behind his back. "I was about to issue the invitation for Sunday and give you these---"
"Yeah, sure, my brother is in the house!" She said, without even looking at him. She rubbed her freckled, pale face against the dogs snout. "If you don't mind, I'll watch him while you talk to Ludwig!" She said and walked past him. "See ya Prof!"
Mikhail stared at her, lowering the flowers back behind his back as he turned to let her pass. "Yes, of course...I..sure." He sighed and looked after her as she walked away with his puppy.
He felt like a complete Idiot. "You're too old to behave like this!" He mutters and walks on, looking at the Flowers. He drops them off at Mrs. Haphingtons door, handing them to her maid with greetings., then passes the few more meters until he stands before the Whitmore's house.
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- predictions of flooding are to exceed Brisbane's great flood of 1974
- tomorrow and Thursday's high tides will determine if history will be rewritten
- wish us luck in water logged inner city Brisbane
reworked script engine that improved HANDLING to the new standard!
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incompatibility with certain types of mesh heads that caused the avatar to pop up above the car is now FIXED!
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Dramatic raytrace texture bakings will bring your eyes into a world made of infinite deatails and materials enabled stunning vision .
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Rewritten Token - Tokyo Tower, Tokyo, Japan - 2015
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March 20th, 2016
New York City
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The brightest Olympian playbus used to be F356WSC in birmingham with Pollys. However that was resold in April 2022 and moved on to pastures new. The token is now handed to a Volvo with the same scottish pedigree, L971MSC which has become the revamped TJs party bus in liverpool.
Johanna Constantine (Future Feminism)
Webster Hall
New York City
September 7th, 2014
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Altagracia Nova
A-Nova Music
Saturday, Desember 3rd, 2016
"El Barrio" (NYC)
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History Rewritten: In 1954, after discovering that Studebaker in deep financial trouble , Packard takes action . By basing the Senior Line on the Loewy Coupe, this line of small, ultra luxury cars helps to carry Packard through .
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Portishead
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July, 2014
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Johanna Constantine (Future Feminism)
Webster Hall
New York City
September 7th, 2014
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Trust isn’t built. It’s burned in.
The assignment came fast. Too fast.
A freight span in the Old Port flagged for interference—lines tampered, contracts rewritten mid-transit. Vivienne didn’t hand the slate to Marin this time. She handed it to Tamsin.
“Take her,” Vivienne said, as if Marin were nothing more than another tool in Tamsin’s kit.
Tamsin’s look could have cut steel. But she didn’t argue. She just jerked her head toward the exit. Marin followed.
The span was a roar of motion when they arrived. Freight hung mid-load, sparks jumping wild where cutters had been forced into silence. And the air—thick with the smell of ionized metal, a wrongness that made the skin crawl.
“Sabotage,” Tamsin spat, scanning the scene.“Somebody wants the rail to choke.”
She turned to Marin. “Find me the break in the code before we’re standing on a tomb.”
Marin dropped to a crouch, slate already lit in her hands. Fingers moved fast, tracing freight logs, cross-checking the contracts, listening as the rail’s hum shivered through her bones like an animal in pain. Tamsin’s voice cut across the noise—sharp orders to Vale’s crew, the scrape of her boots over steel.
Then a jolt. The rail screamed—violent, tearing. A control housing blew open two meters away, arcs of blue-white energy snapping like whips. One of Vale’s crew went down hard.
Marin didn’t think. She tossed the slate aside and lunged for the panel. The thing was alive, wires spitting light, the air burning her lungs with ozone. She ripped one line free, jammed another across, forcing a bypass with nothing but her gloved hands and desperation. Every spark seared her skin, every wire bit back.
“Stay clear!” she shouted, whether to Tamsin or herself she didn’t know.
For a moment it felt like the rail itself was fighting her, screaming through the wires. Then sudden silence. Not safe, not clean, but the span steadied into a ragged hum instead of tearing itself apart.
Marin staggered back, arm scorched, hair singed. Tamsin was beside her, close enough that Marin could see the sparks fading in her eyes as much as in the air.
“You could’ve fried yourself,” Tamsin said, voice sharp but no longer cold.
Marin’s breath caught. “Better me than the rail.”
For the first time, Tamsin’s mouth curved—not a smile, not yet, but the ghost of one.
“You might not be useless after all.”
Vale’s crew dragged the injured man clear. Marin snatched her slate, fingers trembling as she traced the last corrupted line. She found it—buried like a splinter, the kind of alteration that carried the signature of Old Port’s radical union fringe. She flagged it, locked it down, and passed the slate to Tamsin without a word.
Tamsin studied it. Then her eyes flicked back to Marin, sharp and unreadable.
“Don’t get comfortable,” she said. But the edge in her voice had dulled.
By nightfall, the rail was steady again. Freight moved, crews rotated, the hum of steel returned to its usual rhythm. But Marin lingered. So did Tamsin.
They stood at the edge of the span, where the scaffolds dropped into black distance. Below them, the city lights flickered like embers.
“You should’ve walked away,” Tamsin said at last, her voice low, not meant for anyone else.“The Pale Hour’s ash still clings to you. Most who survive it vanish.”
Marin didn’t look at her. “I thought about it.”
“And?”
“I’d rather be tested here than rot somewhere else.”
That earned her silence. A long one. Then Tamsin moved closer, her stormcoat brushing against Marin’s sleeve. Not by accident.
“You’re not what I expected,” Tamsin said. Her tone wasn’t soft, but it wasn’t steel either.
Marin turned, met her gaze. “And what did you expect?”
“A liability.” Tamsin’s mouth twisted—something caught between a smirk and confession. “Someone waiting to fail so I could cut them loose.”
“And now?”
Tamsin studied her, eyes unreadable, like she was measuring steel for its breaking point. Then she exhaled, the sharpness fading just enough to leave something else.
“Now you are a problem. Because I don’t want you to fail.”
The words hung in the air, louder than the rails beneath them.
Marin’s breath caught. The danger and the silence folded into one fragile moment. She reached for the rail, fingers brushing metal still warm from the arc’s burn. Then, deliberately, she let her hand shift, just enough for her fingers to touch Tamsin’s.
Tamsin didn’t pull away.
The hum of the span filled the silence, steady, alive. Sparks still glimmered in the dark around them, fading but not gone—like the edge of something new, waiting.
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The Ash-Born Part 1: Proof of Use
The Ash-Born Part 2: Proof of Silence
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The Ash-Born Part 4: Proof of Fire
Altagracia Nova
A-Nova Music
Saturday, Desember 3rd, 2016
"El Barrio" (NYC)
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April 1st, 2015
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Friday August 21st, 2015
Commodore Barry Park
Brooklyn, New York
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ARTRAVE "THE ARTPOP BALL"
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June 28th, 2014
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History Rewritten: In 1954, after discovering that Studebaker in deep financial trouble , Packard takes action . By basing the Senior Line on the Loewy Coupe, this line of small, ultra luxury cars helps to carry Packard through .
Charles "The Flying Eagle Of Soul" Bradley
Secret Solstice Festival
June, 2015
Reykjavik, Iceland
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New York City
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February 2016
Reykjavik, Island
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