But I still see the blood and cannon-fire skies...

tags go by character names (#memphis, #zsuzsi...) and #pharaohanswers for edward (old tag formattinf be damned). mod posts under #mod posts

lots of background characters...

cws in this blog: slavery, prostitution, war, various types of greed, a few white boys, graphic descriptions of gore, non-consensual EVERYTHING, implied eating disorders, decapitation, organs, and taocc-regular deathy violence things

everything particularly bad in these subjects are censored with #cw or #tw tags, but probably dont read into the war portions of this story if you are uncomfortable with the above

Who can I interact with? (And what are their speech tags?)

Unavailable --- Available with planning/asking mod(s) --- Freely available

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Edward --- Kissing his free-time goodbye

"Tale" --- Doing tasks for the temple chefs

Jitterbug --- Just sleeping

"Aaka" --- Coping

umbra --- Playing video games in between naps

"Quibilah" --- Tending to the temple garden

"Fukayna" --- Grumbling to himself

"Zsuzsi" --- Wishing for an opportunity

Memphis --- Making a transaction

"A..Alright, then..."

He looks oddly gloomy for a moment, before perking right back up to his normal level of warm energy.

Quibilah hangs her head herself, then slowly stands from her stool.

…

“-so like on some planets it literally RAINS DIAMONDS and did you know that diamonds aren’t actually that rare that’s just marketing, and there’s also a planet straight up made of them, and-“

“Space is so cool and- are you okay?”

"U..Uhh.. yes, I-.."

Barely contained rambling.

"Oh, r-really?"

"Um... f...favorite-"

She considers, not having thought about it in a long time. But she remembers how she felt when she first saw the sky again. That blaring, beautiful blue.

Quibilah still has the muscle memory of quickly swallowing her food, not looking at him at all. Even glancing one's way could mean getting caught out in the sites.