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quechianWe talked about Yallow's invitation to Thymelixsen to go to the meeting of himselves, and Thymelixsen said he didn't know enough yet to go to that meeting.
We were hungry, so we all headed down to the room where we'd been etched, looking for dinner. Except that on the way through one room, May changed, now wearing a silvery cape, and talked some strange different form of Ovahon I'd never heard before (perhaps like Ovahon on another thread, where perhaps it was the lingua franca, rather than Kraymerrian), though I managed to understand what she was saying. She was glad that Jack, Cor, and I weren't dead, especially Jack, because he's dead then-now, though obviously not now-now. She said that this would happen more as we go along (and something about 12 to 15 times that I don't remember).
And then the silver-caped May was gone, and our May appeared across the room. She'd gone somewhere that Thymelixsen was, in a crowd of people who seemed to be flickering in and out versions of themselves, and he told her to talk fast when the crossovers happened, because they didn't last long. That him asked whether we'd left going north, to the ghost lands, then warned May that we shouldn't go until we were ready. If we did go into the ghost lands, we could come out to tighten up our threads.
We got to the kitchen area, which was busier now. The blue beetle at the window tapped twice, then went away. An older, silvery beetle cames to the window, and put out feelers or mandibles or whatever towards my face. I put out my fingers, not wanting pincers on my face, and it pinched those (it hurt), but kept going for faces. Cor lifted May, and it ran pincers on her face a bit, then over Cor's, then mine. It stopped, clicked, then went back to the kitchen.
Metakesh came out, and showed us to a table.
Cor mentioned thinking about having the room full of people, and the rest of us tried the same thing.
And then Thymelixsen and I were in the same room, but the light was redder than yellow, and dimmer, and there were lots of people of all shapes, making the room crowded and noisy. Thymelixsen had overset a beetle when we arrived now ("here" doesn't seem quite right for moving time-but-not-space), and it jabbed at him. We saw May, and she asked how long it had been since we'd gotten here, and from where, then told us not to move, saying she wasn't sure if this would work. And then first Thymelixsen, then I were pulled by the big blue beetle back through to our own when/where, though we were now both covered in blue slime (which frustrated me: I'd finally been clean, after all that travel!).
The blue beetle went back to the kitchen, and Metakesh came out and started picking slime off me as we went back to the table to talk. Thymelixsen sensed magic on the blue slime, and said that it was oil of time, with both layered and spiritual magics, along with time. He also said that there was a magic user in three schools in the kitchen, and some object that made acids, perhaps for people who consume such things. As the blue slime was being picked off, it changed, which reminded me of the goo that we arrived in, however many days ago now.
A beetle came with bowls, pulling each of us to a particular bowl. May and Jack's bowls tasted to them like a vegetable stew, and Cors tasted to him like a meat and vegetable stew, though neither tasted anything like that (nor like anything good) to me. Thymelixsen and I had a lovely dish that tasted like grape cobbler, though the others found mine as unpleasant as I had found theirs. Which is strange, since usually we eat the same foods happily. I wonder what those beetles sensed.
We talked about time loops, until my brain started hurting. I don't think we have the right words for talking about all the things we're finding out about selves in different times and different roots and such...
The grooming beetles continued their work, and I wanted to wait until it was as gone as gone could be, even though the pincers sometimes hurt. While we waited, May wrote out some Arcoons to show us.
Once we were clean, we went down to the entrance, but 1827 was not there, though the street was busier. Cor and May thought about 1827, then said the 1827 knew and was coming. We just watched people as they went by for the 10 minutes or so until 1827 arrived, and they seemed curious about us as well.
Thymelixsen asked 1827 about traveling in time, and 1827 said that it was unsafe until we were familiar with it, lest we return to a different time than we started, or a different time that looked similar but wasn't. I told 1827 about how I'd made a misstep with the big blue beetle etcher (named Vutesvack, as it turns out), and 1827 said that blessings don't cross threads, so entities from other threads cannot be touched by my blessings. But if there were the same deities?1827 said that the creators in separate roots are separate. Blessings that touch things (like the Wall of His Will) would still work, but ones that touch someone's spirit wouldn't work across roots. I asked him to explain the situation to Metakesh, with my apologies, to pass on Vutesvack.
1827 said that we were allowed a time of peace, because we had just arrived in the city. Now, the disk above was yellow, time for work (about 10 hours), then it would change to red in the time of rest (another 10 hours), and then blue when it is time to rise (two hours). Until the next yellow period, we were not to be interfered with or bothered. At that time, there may be people who would want to hire us, or study us, or seek audience with us, or ask for information, and so on. We are in a time of peace because Vosh is watching us as guarded gusts, and kept from harming ourselves (which is why Thymelixsen and I were pulled back).
There are no purifiers in the city. They send emissaries from their place, but those do not stay overnight in the city.
Cor wanted to see the place of the timekeepers. I asked 1827 if there were temples in the city, and it said that there were, but not a temple of the Healer, though there are temples of the Shadow Lord and of the Mother. As we discussed where we were going to go, and what was closest (the temple of the Mother, then the place of the timekeepers, then the temple of the Shadow Lord), I asked 1827 whether there was a temple of the Father, if not the Healer. 1827 asked the nature of the Father, and when I said defense, 1827 said to ask at the timekeepers.
It would have been too far to travel on foot to all of these places without using too much of our rest period, so we asked 1827 about other ways to travel. One that is relatively cheap but faster than walking is about 20 for the trip, 25 with the extra stops (when manual labor would earn us 5/hour, which is unlikely to be our last resort). We agreed that the time savings was worth it. 1827 arranged it, and a platform with front and back ramps and lampposts in the corners of the fences on the sides came by. People got on and off using the ramps. A gray metallic creature seemed to be driving, and 1827 puffed at it. We all had a sense of drawing 5 gulwarn each.
The platform moved faster than walking, but not extremely fast, as it had to dodge traffic. Eventually we saw the place of the Mother, with crystals glowing in many colors, and plants and paths around it.
I felt a sense of weight on my shoulders, and 1827 said that we should get off the platform. I still had a sens of the public track we'd ridden on.
We walked towards the temple, and there seemed to be many people there, and many ways of communicating between them, using boxes, speech, wands, colors, motions, and more. There was no sense of presence as we went onto the holy ground, oddly. 1827 took us to a temple denizen, in side a huge, diamond-shaped room with doors, and ramps up, starlike shifting colors above, all scintillating, though still without the feeling of presence. There were alcoves along the edges of the room, with little shrines, all different, with different representations of the Mother. May found one from home, and 1827 brough a tall green scaly figure over, a servant of this place. The green one looked at us with yellow eyes, stopping on May.
May asked if this place felt empty because it was far from the roots, and it replied that it feels empty because it is unfamiliar. If May opened, she could find the whole of the Mother's presence here. May asked if she wanted to, and it said that this was a wise question. Many say no, because if you do, returning to the roots becomes harder. The core of the Mother is different than what she has sent into different roots, each root with different intents of the Mother. It also said that we should not make a mistake: this is not greater or lesser, just different. Each root is equally great.
Thymelixsen asked about magic, and a good place to meet those of differnt sorts of magic, of different groups and guilds. This one said not to do that during the time of peace, since even if it were just for conversation, it would be prejudicial once the trading begins tomorrow.
The green one asked if any of the figures were familiar. May said that some were, but only a little. Then the green one asked if touching were permissible, and May reached out towards it. The green one said that they did not have ones like May where it came from, all smooth and soft. And that May had the mark of an egg-eater (which seemed obviously not so good...).
Thymelixsen asked if there might be other sections for ones like us Elix, and we went around to find one. Thymelixsen foudn a different shrine with humans and Elix that felt more magic to him.
We left May and Thymelixsen at the temple of the Mother, and the rest of us went back out to the public track.
We were hungry, so we all headed down to the room where we'd been etched, looking for dinner. Except that on the way through one room, May changed, now wearing a silvery cape, and talked some strange different form of Ovahon I'd never heard before (perhaps like Ovahon on another thread, where perhaps it was the lingua franca, rather than Kraymerrian), though I managed to understand what she was saying. She was glad that Jack, Cor, and I weren't dead, especially Jack, because he's dead then-now, though obviously not now-now. She said that this would happen more as we go along (and something about 12 to 15 times that I don't remember).
And then the silver-caped May was gone, and our May appeared across the room. She'd gone somewhere that Thymelixsen was, in a crowd of people who seemed to be flickering in and out versions of themselves, and he told her to talk fast when the crossovers happened, because they didn't last long. That him asked whether we'd left going north, to the ghost lands, then warned May that we shouldn't go until we were ready. If we did go into the ghost lands, we could come out to tighten up our threads.
We got to the kitchen area, which was busier now. The blue beetle at the window tapped twice, then went away. An older, silvery beetle cames to the window, and put out feelers or mandibles or whatever towards my face. I put out my fingers, not wanting pincers on my face, and it pinched those (it hurt), but kept going for faces. Cor lifted May, and it ran pincers on her face a bit, then over Cor's, then mine. It stopped, clicked, then went back to the kitchen.
Metakesh came out, and showed us to a table.
Cor mentioned thinking about having the room full of people, and the rest of us tried the same thing.
And then Thymelixsen and I were in the same room, but the light was redder than yellow, and dimmer, and there were lots of people of all shapes, making the room crowded and noisy. Thymelixsen had overset a beetle when we arrived now ("here" doesn't seem quite right for moving time-but-not-space), and it jabbed at him. We saw May, and she asked how long it had been since we'd gotten here, and from where, then told us not to move, saying she wasn't sure if this would work. And then first Thymelixsen, then I were pulled by the big blue beetle back through to our own when/where, though we were now both covered in blue slime (which frustrated me: I'd finally been clean, after all that travel!).
The blue beetle went back to the kitchen, and Metakesh came out and started picking slime off me as we went back to the table to talk. Thymelixsen sensed magic on the blue slime, and said that it was oil of time, with both layered and spiritual magics, along with time. He also said that there was a magic user in three schools in the kitchen, and some object that made acids, perhaps for people who consume such things. As the blue slime was being picked off, it changed, which reminded me of the goo that we arrived in, however many days ago now.
A beetle came with bowls, pulling each of us to a particular bowl. May and Jack's bowls tasted to them like a vegetable stew, and Cors tasted to him like a meat and vegetable stew, though neither tasted anything like that (nor like anything good) to me. Thymelixsen and I had a lovely dish that tasted like grape cobbler, though the others found mine as unpleasant as I had found theirs. Which is strange, since usually we eat the same foods happily. I wonder what those beetles sensed.
We talked about time loops, until my brain started hurting. I don't think we have the right words for talking about all the things we're finding out about selves in different times and different roots and such...
The grooming beetles continued their work, and I wanted to wait until it was as gone as gone could be, even though the pincers sometimes hurt. While we waited, May wrote out some Arcoons to show us.
Once we were clean, we went down to the entrance, but 1827 was not there, though the street was busier. Cor and May thought about 1827, then said the 1827 knew and was coming. We just watched people as they went by for the 10 minutes or so until 1827 arrived, and they seemed curious about us as well.
Thymelixsen asked 1827 about traveling in time, and 1827 said that it was unsafe until we were familiar with it, lest we return to a different time than we started, or a different time that looked similar but wasn't. I told 1827 about how I'd made a misstep with the big blue beetle etcher (named Vutesvack, as it turns out), and 1827 said that blessings don't cross threads, so entities from other threads cannot be touched by my blessings. But if there were the same deities?1827 said that the creators in separate roots are separate. Blessings that touch things (like the Wall of His Will) would still work, but ones that touch someone's spirit wouldn't work across roots. I asked him to explain the situation to Metakesh, with my apologies, to pass on Vutesvack.
1827 said that we were allowed a time of peace, because we had just arrived in the city. Now, the disk above was yellow, time for work (about 10 hours), then it would change to red in the time of rest (another 10 hours), and then blue when it is time to rise (two hours). Until the next yellow period, we were not to be interfered with or bothered. At that time, there may be people who would want to hire us, or study us, or seek audience with us, or ask for information, and so on. We are in a time of peace because Vosh is watching us as guarded gusts, and kept from harming ourselves (which is why Thymelixsen and I were pulled back).
There are no purifiers in the city. They send emissaries from their place, but those do not stay overnight in the city.
Cor wanted to see the place of the timekeepers. I asked 1827 if there were temples in the city, and it said that there were, but not a temple of the Healer, though there are temples of the Shadow Lord and of the Mother. As we discussed where we were going to go, and what was closest (the temple of the Mother, then the place of the timekeepers, then the temple of the Shadow Lord), I asked 1827 whether there was a temple of the Father, if not the Healer. 1827 asked the nature of the Father, and when I said defense, 1827 said to ask at the timekeepers.
It would have been too far to travel on foot to all of these places without using too much of our rest period, so we asked 1827 about other ways to travel. One that is relatively cheap but faster than walking is about 20 for the trip, 25 with the extra stops (when manual labor would earn us 5/hour, which is unlikely to be our last resort). We agreed that the time savings was worth it. 1827 arranged it, and a platform with front and back ramps and lampposts in the corners of the fences on the sides came by. People got on and off using the ramps. A gray metallic creature seemed to be driving, and 1827 puffed at it. We all had a sense of drawing 5 gulwarn each.
The platform moved faster than walking, but not extremely fast, as it had to dodge traffic. Eventually we saw the place of the Mother, with crystals glowing in many colors, and plants and paths around it.
I felt a sense of weight on my shoulders, and 1827 said that we should get off the platform. I still had a sens of the public track we'd ridden on.
We walked towards the temple, and there seemed to be many people there, and many ways of communicating between them, using boxes, speech, wands, colors, motions, and more. There was no sense of presence as we went onto the holy ground, oddly. 1827 took us to a temple denizen, in side a huge, diamond-shaped room with doors, and ramps up, starlike shifting colors above, all scintillating, though still without the feeling of presence. There were alcoves along the edges of the room, with little shrines, all different, with different representations of the Mother. May found one from home, and 1827 brough a tall green scaly figure over, a servant of this place. The green one looked at us with yellow eyes, stopping on May.
May asked if this place felt empty because it was far from the roots, and it replied that it feels empty because it is unfamiliar. If May opened, she could find the whole of the Mother's presence here. May asked if she wanted to, and it said that this was a wise question. Many say no, because if you do, returning to the roots becomes harder. The core of the Mother is different than what she has sent into different roots, each root with different intents of the Mother. It also said that we should not make a mistake: this is not greater or lesser, just different. Each root is equally great.
Thymelixsen asked about magic, and a good place to meet those of differnt sorts of magic, of different groups and guilds. This one said not to do that during the time of peace, since even if it were just for conversation, it would be prejudicial once the trading begins tomorrow.
The green one asked if any of the figures were familiar. May said that some were, but only a little. Then the green one asked if touching were permissible, and May reached out towards it. The green one said that they did not have ones like May where it came from, all smooth and soft. And that May had the mark of an egg-eater (which seemed obviously not so good...).
Thymelixsen asked if there might be other sections for ones like us Elix, and we went around to find one. Thymelixsen foudn a different shrine with humans and Elix that felt more magic to him.
We left May and Thymelixsen at the temple of the Mother, and the rest of us went back out to the public track.
