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It was still a strange thing to walk into the home of her maker. While it was still abundantly clear she did not belong here among these recreated halls of a family long since shattered, she did find herself in the library once more, lost in the old reverie of selecting a book to spend the night on. She was unwelcome by almost every soul that walked these halls but a text in ancient Greek did not care for who carefully held it as it was meant to be.

Taking up residence on the couch, she slipped off her shoes to fold her legs together on the cushions and set the book upon her thigh to cradle it as she read. For some time, it was just as silent as it was on her first visit, a virtue Rhoshamandes had appreciated. This time, it appeared that there was another lurking just out of sight.

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✦✦✦ ─────── THERE WERE AT LEAST six other cars spaced out evenly near their umpteenth stolen car, parked in a drive-in theatre tonight. The movie was The Notebook, regrettably, though they hadn't quite planned the night out to pick and choose. The gates were open, the night was young, and should they decide that the movie was naff midway through, there was a motel nearby to retire for the night.

Their car was parked back to front, with the hatchback open and the back seats dropped, and inside, Howard was pooled lazily around Miriam amidst open sleeping bags as their makeshift blanket, their rucksacks, and overpriced movie theatre snacks.

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couple things !

never ever give into peer pressure when it comes to curating aesthetic or adapting to a certain writing style if it's not truly something that appeals to you. don't do smth everyone else is just bc everyone else is. don't use icons if you don't want to. don't have an fc if you don't want to. often, our opinions on things like this is what helps you stand out and become memorable; we as authors are always looking to understand our own personal signatures, and if you do some quiet discovery work around why you have certain opinions around these things, it can often pave the way to developing a unique POV or style choice all your own !! always discover / have a clear sense of what is UNIQUE about YOUR tastes and style and lean into it as much as you can.

if you want to build rp dynamics that last -- certainly take as much time as you need to churn out a reply, but try your best to see the thread goes through to a satisfying conclusion, esp if it's a plotted dynamic ! my rule of thumb is like ... ask yourself is the scene truly over? do we have anything else to say? is my partner still feeling like they're wondering what my character would've done after the latest reply? etc. etc.

i know we're all busy, myself included, but the most important thing i can say possibly is, with the time you have, read and re-read ppl's character pages. read their lore posts. ask questions. you don't have to remember everything. just be present with the time you have. i don't think anyone expects their partner to be an expert on their character, but consideration in this aspect goes a long way to developing rp partnerships that last. the realization moment many writers have when they realize someone wants to write or plot with them, but hasn't put any effort into knowing a basic fact abt their character, even verses that are available, is super disheartening. rp is collaborative. it takes time and effort and consideration! this isn't to say that things can't be kept casual, but if you want to build LONG-term partnerships and truly have that feeling we all loved abt 2012-2016 rp, it's gotta be this way.

@sunmad sent: hm. i don't like the sound of that. ✉

SOMETHING WAS SHIMMERING IN THE AGAR ALL ON IT'S OWN, WHICH JAKE KNEW BECAUSE BOTH HE AND THE DOCTOR WERE LEFT GAPING IN FRONT OF IT. the sample ( taken from the hundred yard zone surrounding area x ) had been intended as part of a routine inspection. it was important, the email had said, to continue monitoring the acidity of the surrounding area; they were to keep logs of the erosion, and the plant life, and the health of the oyster beds. a new strategy and a new director, he guessed, revisiting the idea of containment as a viable option. funny, how sensible thoughts like that seemed to phase in-and-out with the seasons.

but jake was not a chairman, and he was not a scientist either. even as her hands enveloped his ── timid motions, asking ' do you need help? ' and ' may i? ' without so much as a word ── he could not say what he was looking at. only that it was alive, and beautiful, and likely dangerous.

it kind of reminded him of a sario rift for some reason. he also thought back, as he often did, to visions of earth as a star beneath a strange and alien sky.

          " ... IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE SOUND OF IT ── WE NEED TO FILE THIS, " he said. jake pulled away from her desk, but he still looked off toward the petri dish as he spoke, idly wondering what other surprises their last excursion had produced. " do you have any idea what it is? "

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HMM YES... WHAT IF...

And: what if he sees something truly ineffable and inexplicable in Miriam? Something that exists beyond even his reckoning? What if he steps easily--too easily--into the role she has written for him? What if that only feels like defiance at first? What if he encourages her worst impulses, lends her the power to execute her will, and this molds her into an inversion of the prophet she was intended to be? What if, in doing so, he further blurs the distinction between fate and free will for everyone involved, including himself? Between prophecy and apokàlypsis?

What if he shows her the open throat of a world denied to her by the circumstances of her birth, then shows her how to put her hands around it?

His door bangs, the sky bursts like a water balloon across the Sierra Nevada, and Miriam invades his nighttime rituals, the balance of the scale tipped.

One am, thunder rolls, his lights flickering. Yanked out of bed, or still in Purgatory, Nicholas stands eye-to-eye with the bird-legged Stikini, whom they say will eat his heart.

He doesn’t wear a collar.