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Tell us about your home planet.

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Halcyon Ember
Repracor Industries
#61 - 2017-06-01 07:48:57 UTC
Claudia Osyn wrote:
My home was a privately owned refueling station for deep space exploration vessels and the odd lost ship in the middle of nowhere. Pirates tried to take over, almost succeeded, then I blew it up.

So you've always been fond of ending things with a bang?

Queen of Chocolate

Veikitamo Gesakaarin
Black Advent
#62 - 2017-06-02 09:51:48 UTC
I did not have a planet to call home but I do remember my childhood residence.

I remember the austerity of its empty space and blank walls. The cold concrete against the tips of my fingers and the soles of my feet. The many stairs and rooms devoid of anything but myself. The motes of dust I would watch as they caught the light and lingered upon the air. It was beautiful in its own way. People always seem to clutter. Clutter with the detritus of their own lives. The little bits of paraphernalia they desire others to remark upon. I prefer the emptiness. Solace is a comfort especially when everything just is. Just so. Just as it should be.

I do not like diversions that distract and deter. From the task at hand or the thoughts that linger.

I remember some rooms with glass walls. Opaque. Obfuscating the voices. The voices that gave me games to play.

Veikitamo. Look at the sequence of lights. Repeat the sequence of lights.

My highest score was six hundred and forty six.

Veikitamo. Make the jigsaw puzzle pieces fit.

I always did but it was only later I learned jigsaw puzzles were not always blank white.

Veikitamo. You have three colours. Fill in the patterns on the page without two colours touching on a side.

Colouring in is always fun when it is NP-Hard.

Easy and simple games at first, the harder ones would come later.

Other rooms had different games to play. I just had to get to the other side. To the end of the maze. Then I would get cake with my dinner. I always got the cake. It was not a lie.

I remember the library. Only Father knew how to get there. He would hold my hand and show me the way. Sometimes he would let me put on the cotton gloves and read the old books. The special books. With the words lost and forgotten to memory.

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.


I remember them.

Father taught me many things. He taught me to be strong and defend myself because I was different and others would try to hurt me, to humiliate me, to deride me because they did not understand me.

Lupus est homo homini, non homo, quom qualis sit non novit.

I am a stranger to everyone; everyone is a stranger to me. All that remains is to be as the wolf.

I did not know at first why Father would send me to bed to cry myself to sleep with the taste of blood on my lips and the bruises on my thigh. It was only later that I learned to love him for it. The first and only man I would ever love.

One day there was a new and different maze. A forest. I did not know the word at first. I liked the different kind of light. That would break in new ways. The way the soil felt between my toes. Walking between the rows of bamboo stalks that shot upwards. The feel of the wind through my hair and against my skin. The strangeness of new smells. The cold water of the streams. The slick way the rocks felt in my hand as I piled them up one on top of the other.

It became my favourite place.

I was only allowed to go there when the strangers were there too. Sometimes they were alone. Sometimes they were in a group. Always I had to show Father I could be a wolf too.

It was easier when they were alone. Help. Help. I'm lost and alone and afraid, won't you help? I liked it better when they were alone. They would tell me stories and sometimes if I liked the stories enough I would wait before I got rid of them like Father showed me.

It was harder when they were together. I wasn't good at pretend then. Sometimes they wouldn't believe I was alone and afraid. I learned to get rid of those strangers first when it was dark. There was usually someone who believed me and said the other ones were silly, she's just a little girl they would say. I would try to get rid of them last.

Sometimes they would try to run away from me. They did not know how to hide in my favourite place and I already knew all the good spots. I did not know why they never looked up.

I always felt better once they were all gone floating away down the stream.

Then everything was just as it should be again. Quiet. Beautiful. Just so.

If I were to call anyplace home it would be somewhere that made me feel the same as I did in the forest of my childhood. A long hallway. A rooftop. A crossroads at night. The middle of a bridge. The staircase of an emergency exit. Inside my walk-in wardrobe. An abandoned factory or house. Sitting on top of a wall or fence. Big server rooms. Maintenance ducts and ventilation systems. Underground service systems in cities. Alleyways. Behind a building. Offices at night when everyone has gone home. Waiting lounges at a spaceport.

I do not why. I just do.

But the foremost place that comforts me and makes me feel at home is still inside the hydrostatic capsule.

Kurilaivonen|Concern

Jev North
Doomheim
#63 - 2017-06-02 11:38:06 UTC
Veiki. Baby.

I'd hug you to make it all better, but I've seen where that road ends, and I look better without my eyes bulging out of my sockets and stockings wrapped around my neck.

You'd probably not appreciate it anyway.

Even though our love is cruel; even though our stars are crossed.

Veikitamo Gesakaarin
Black Advent
#64 - 2017-06-02 14:03:04 UTC
Jev North wrote:
Veiki. Baby.

I'd hug you to make it all better, but I've seen where that road ends, and I look better without my eyes bulging out of my sockets and stockings wrapped around my neck.

You'd probably not appreciate it anyway.


I tend to react poorly to physical intimacy unless under the right conditions, yes.

I find it... suffocating.

Kurilaivonen|Concern

Graelyn
Tzedakah
The Rogue Consortium
#65 - 2017-06-02 14:17:30 UTC
Noted.

Cardinal Graelyn

Amarr Loyalist of the Year - YC113

Aria Jenneth
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#66 - 2017-06-02 14:22:15 UTC
Graelyn wrote:
Noted.


For good or ill, my lord, if there's a consistent theme to Veiki it's that you basically can't believe a word she says, good or bad, especially about herself.
Graelyn
Tzedakah
The Rogue Consortium
#67 - 2017-06-02 14:23:35 UTC
Ah, one of those.

Cardinal Graelyn

Amarr Loyalist of the Year - YC113

Veikitamo Gesakaarin
Black Advent
#68 - 2017-06-02 14:53:31 UTC
Aria Jenneth wrote:
Graelyn wrote:
Noted.


For good or ill, my lord, if there's a consistent theme to Veiki it's that you basically can't believe a word she says, good or bad, especially about herself.


Look, it's not that I like or dislike much of anyone. However, when I can barely trust myself most days I'm hardly going to trust anyone else. The obfuscation of truth with lies is just due diligence for me. Sure, it reduces the potential for that close personal rapport some crave but in the end I know myself, and what I do, and the last thing I want is someone complaining, "But I thought I knew you!" When I make them subject to defenestration due to a sudden lack of impulse control during coitus.

Kurilaivonen|Concern

Halcyon Ember
Repracor Industries
#69 - 2017-06-02 15:00:17 UTC
Veikitamo Gesakaarin wrote:
Aria Jenneth wrote:
Graelyn wrote:
Noted.


For good or ill, my lord, if there's a consistent theme to Veiki it's that you basically can't believe a word she says, good or bad, especially about herself.


Look, it's not that I like or dislike much of anyone. However, when I can barely trust myself most days I'm hardly going to trust anyone else. The obfuscation of truth with lies is just due diligence for me. Sure, it reduces the potential for that close personal rapport some crave but in the end I know myself, and what I do, and the last thing I want is someone complaining, "But I thought I knew you!" When I make them subject to defenestration due to a sudden lack of impulse control during coitus.

Stop having sex near windows

Queen of Chocolate

Morgana Tsukiyo
Samsara Dynamics
#70 - 2017-06-02 15:06:39 UTC
Veikitamo Gesakaarin wrote:

Look, it's not that I like or dislike much of anyone. However, when I can barely trust myself most days I'm hardly going to trust anyone else. The obfuscation of truth with lies is just due diligence for me. Sure, it reduces the potential for that close personal rapport some crave but in the end I know myself, and what I do, and the last thing I want is someone complaining, "But I thought I knew you!" When I make them subject to defenestration due to a sudden lack of impulse control during coitus.


Those not ready to embrace a person in a state of surrender, and the many many variations of their responses shouldn´t even start playing with fire anyway.

That being said.

Hello there.

Join Project Transcendence.

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Halcyon Ember
Repracor Industries
#71 - 2017-06-02 15:08:05 UTC
Morgana Tsukiyo wrote:


Hello there.


You want her to show you her windows, no?

Queen of Chocolate

Aria Jenneth
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#72 - 2017-06-02 15:26:39 UTC  |  Edited by: Aria Jenneth
Veikitamo Gesakaarin wrote:
Look, it's not that I like or dislike much of anyone. However, when I can barely trust myself most days I'm hardly going to trust anyone else. The obfuscation of truth with lies is just due diligence for me. Sure, it reduces the potential for that close personal rapport some crave but in the end I know myself, and what I do, and the last thing I want is someone complaining, "But I thought I knew you!" When I make them subject to defenestration due to a sudden lack of impulse control during coitus.


If I hadn't seen so many different masks-- including a male one who claimed you never existed as a distinct person, and might even have been telling the truth about that-- I might actually buy this, Veiki. What was especially hillarious about that one was that he claimed to have been playing you all this time like some part in a holo-drama and seemed to think that because he'd only been acting the part of a borderline-genocidal mass-murderer, all the masses he'd murdered in the process shouldn't be held against him.

At this point, it seems safest to assume that whatever I'm currently looking at is just another illusion.


Ms. Tsukiyo:

I offer this warning as a courtesy, and not because I particularly care, but: "Fake Veik" has an apparent "thing" for Achura and a bit of a body count.

If you're going near, keep your backup copies updated.
Veikitamo Gesakaarin
Black Advent
#73 - 2017-06-02 15:44:36 UTC
Aria Jenneth wrote:

At this point, it seems safest to assume that whatever I'm currently looking at is just another illusion.


Yes. That's what I just said!

Now, let's just watch the trivial commentary on display that so deftly buries my previous exposition and admission, hmm?

This is the IGS after all, and one must play to roles.

Morgana Tsukiyo wrote:
Hello there.


Hai~~

Kurilaivonen|Concern

Halcyon Ember
Repracor Industries
#74 - 2017-06-02 15:50:50 UTC
Veikitamo Gesakaarin wrote:


Now, let's just watch the trivial commentary on display that so deftly buries my previous exposition and admission, hmm?



The most brutal and honest of admissions will generally buy only a few fleeting seconds of anyone's attention

Queen of Chocolate

Aria Jenneth
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#75 - 2017-06-02 15:51:37 UTC
I was including your previous exposition and admission in that analysis, Veiki, but, well, whatever.

Have fun.
Jev North
Doomheim
#76 - 2017-06-02 15:51:42 UTC
Aria Jenneth wrote:
At this point, it seems safest to assume that whatever I'm currently looking at is just another illusion.

Whatever else might be, the staffing gaps and some of the situations I've had to clean up in PY-RE certainly weren't illusory.

And with that said:

Morgana Tsukiyo wrote:
Hello there.

You're very dumb, very courageous, or maybe just very thirsty. Good luck, I guess.

Even though our love is cruel; even though our stars are crossed.

Lunarisse Aspenstar
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#77 - 2017-06-02 16:54:25 UTC
Can we get back to home planets? I was quite enjoying the window into the cluster!
Arrendis
GoonWaffe
Goonswarm Federation
#78 - 2017-06-02 17:20:27 UTC
Lunarisse Aspenstar wrote:
Can we get back to home planets? I was quite enjoying the window into the cluster!


Planets don't have windows! Bulkheads have windows! Planets have... big, empty oceans of gas trying to crush you! They're unnatural, I tell you!
Raxi Elamp
Hellcats Reloaded
#79 - 2017-06-02 17:23:42 UTC
I barely remember the place of my birth. golden fields, blue sky, half the time, the other half pouring rain. A huge brown stone house. A set of clay shacks. My mother, dressed in white. Rusted tools on fresh wooden shafts. Mill dust. Livestock-stench.

Regardless, it isn't home to me. That would be when I'm hunting.
Halcyon Ember
Repracor Industries
#80 - 2017-06-02 17:28:47 UTC
Warm and dry. I remember brown grasses in summer, houses made of wood. Barren trees and dried up streams followed by intense rain. I remember a town of white stone glaring in the sun. I remember livestock complaining in the sheds and the blissful cool of evening.

Queen of Chocolate