• they/them

plural system in Seattle, WA (b. 1974)
lots of fictives from lots of media, some horses, some dragons, I dunno. the Pnictogen Wing is poorly mapped.

host: Mx. Kris Dreemurr (they/them)

chief messenger and usual front: Mx. Chara or Χαρά (they/them)

other members:
Mx. Frisk, historian (they/them)
Monophylos Fortikos, unicorn (he/him)
Kel the Purple, smol derg (xe/xem)
Pim the Dragon, Kel's sister (she/her)


When I was growing up, there was a particular sort of place that I came to regard as more magical than almost any other—a place where I could lose myself for hours, feeling somehow at home. My "real life" home was unhappy so I sought hiding-places that felt more home-like. School, unfortunately, became one of those, and so I developed an unhealthful love-hate relationship with school. There was one thing I could always love about a school, though. Schools always had their own magical place like I wanted: schools always had libraries.

(Well, they used to. It may be becoming politically inconvenient for schools to have libraries; anyway it's bad for the economy and bad to teach kids "dependence" upon free books.)

I could always be happy in a library, until trauma and guilt caught up with me, because then I got to feeling like I'd wasted a good deal of my life in libraries, doing inconsequential reading instead of my homework, or instead of looking for work, or whatever. I'd lie to my parents about how much time I spent in the library doing...well, nothing I could show results from. Hence in recent years I've avoided libraries. I'd like to reverse that trend.

I'm slowly realizing, by the way, that a lot of other children grew up to regard their happy, magical, home-away-from-home place as the shopping mall, or possibly the superstore. I'm rather glad I didn't build up an excessive nostalgic attachment to childhood memories of shopping and learned to detest marketing; I feel relatively immune to the siren songs of corporate branding.

~Χαρά


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