• Home Cooked Meal

    Jane was outside, for once. And for this, her father was grateful. He would have been just as grateful as well if she had stayed inside and was helping clean the cookery now, but that came with the risk she’d grab bites from the lunch he’d just prepared as she didn’t quite scrub the pans… Continue reading

  • Cageless in Principle

    Chapter 1: A Courtesy Chapter Text “Your name is Vriska Serket.” There was little else to suggest to the contrary. Even if you found yourself rather numb at the moment. “You will probably not remember this meeting – directly. As a light aspect user, there’s always the chance you could come across the memory. Regardless,… Continue reading

  • On Loan

    “Missus Mina Rupaka Bhramana, formerly Miss Mina Rupaka Jadia?” The postman’s bicycle leaned against the wall of her house. “Y- yes?” “Good – Ishaan though it must be you at the post office  – though – well, it’s not too long until Mr. Bhramana will be back, is it?” “At some point they’ll force him… Continue reading

  • Too Many Facts About Sardari

    Sardari was born in the East India Company Territory of Bengal about 1770. Vaishya caste. Looks late 20s maybe, save for long white hair If she had been born in a slightly different place and time, she would have been identified as a Dijinn. As it was, she was labeled as a reincarnation of a… Continue reading

  • Intermission: Sweeps, of Increasing Irreconcilability

    Chapter 1: What, Praytell, is a Texus The peasants were revolting. Not only figuratively, though Gertsoginya Sniskhoditel’nosti had put more effort into getting used to the species since fleeing Wales. This human title was … bought. Though at the time of purchase, there really had been no better investment to be had. Humans were so… Continue reading

  • Too Many Facts About Mina

    Mina was born during the reign of Shah Jahan – That is, about the era the Taj Mahal was built (1632 – 1643). No, she had nothing to do with it whatsoever. Mina was sold by her parents under the expectation she would become a devadasi (that’s the modern name) – a temple prostitute. She… Continue reading

  • A Variant Epilogue for Another

    Jasprosesprite^2 found herself in the ruin of a battleship – acres of twisted metal in a crater that had pierced rock. The air was scented with exotic fuels that might still combust disasterously. Nobody here had any right to pilot a spaceship. There was a sob. And ugly sob, in the distance. And Jasprose bee-lined… Continue reading

  • Revisions to Paperwork

    It was over. Right? It was over. Vriska rocked a little in the corner of her room, isolated in she wasn’t quite sure what crevasse of the meteor lab, arms wrapped around herself. Herself. “Kilter”, she corrected herself. This was a ship now, for all practical purposes sailing towards its destination. She wasn’t sure what… Continue reading

  • Noncompetitive

    Staying Gray “You should dye your hair. You should let me dye your hair.” It was an odd day that Mina had any guests, but things had boiled over at her niece’s on Wednesday. Thus, Usha was hustled a few doors down as the sun set. So there was a little more to prepare for breakfast… Continue reading

  • Doubling Down on Power Creep

    “Wouldn’t it be lovely,” Jasprosesprite^2 purred from the darkness, “If we had one of those time-whatevers, so I could hope to talk some sense into you. But.” A flash of toothy grin shined for a fraction of a second in the darkness. A Dirk was already there, his Katana slashing through … nothing. “We know… Continue reading