CERESUltra

Music Nerd, Author, Yote!

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Words are my favorite stim toy


contextual
@contextual

Okay so formatting it directly for cohost failed miserably, but fortunately .odt files upload cleanly to gdocs, so here's an embed. That way you can read it here if you like, or link out and use whatever dark mode/screen reader you prefer, and I don't have to screw around with formatting standards and the like.

This is a rough draft, not edited by anyone else. If I wanted to pull a clean editing pass I could but it would involve waiting a few days until I can refresh my brain enough to look at this with fresh eyes and not simply gloss over my own mistakes. That said, there can and will be errors and weirdness in here. I'm not sorry.

Also, this is written in second person perspective which means you are inserted as the protagonist. It is all you, you wake up, you do things, you talk to people. I will not be held accountable for the accidental creation/fracturing/forking of new elements/branches/headmates/versions/cocladists/etc.

So, there you are.
What do you do?
Do you sleep on it, do you pick out a few different cards that seem interesting and visit them, do you take the mystery hare up on the offer and go straight to The Warren? Or do you do something else entirely?


post-self
@post-self

Please read this lovely bit of writing! This is the first chapter of more to come, and, as a bit of a choose-your-own-adventure, you can help shape how the story turns out.


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in reply to @contextual's post:

*muffled hollering* This is so good omigosh!

My vote is to head to The Warren. It is not so much out of any sense of rushing as it is a hunger for that comfort, for anything familiar. The hare drew the eye, and then here she was, offering me a card. Not a solicitation, not an advert, just a little bit of gentle kindness. Just like Anton, the draw is in how personal it is as compared to the impersonal cards on display or yet another night in that liminal place meant for sleeping and nothing else.