• 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 Djinn. 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

  • I’m just the Technician

    “Oh. Sure. I can tell you stuff.” “You have to go really fast? Right? Like a million miles an hour.” Ji’haeh got out the tablet. Alice was used to this. They tended to really like their numbers. “Oh hell no. A bu-lli-on-miles-an-hour is far too slow. We have lives, you know. I don’t want my… Continue reading

  • End of October Inversion Festival

    “Welcome to my office,” – Ji’esala was a little frustrated that she  didn’t know why Grerbe’s memo had asked for a meeting there, but the  appearance of their current human subject narrowed down the options –  “not that I’m here too often.” The room’s decorations looked very  much ripped from an episode of star trek,… Continue reading

  • Nomenclature Pertaining to a Beat

    [The silent listening concert] Alice withdrew… the  earbud. It was safer to think of it as “an earbud” than assign  everything the name of “probe”. And she looked around. She knew  nobody here outside this morning’s encounters, and most not even by  that. Which meant, make more friends, right? Socialize? But besides  Kohalji & Niren… Continue reading

  • A Load off my Mind

    Ken’di was the only one that actually knew how to properly handle her  load – as sleep pod transport had been her job once. Then again, Bridit  and Baedar were not the most coordinated pair, lugging their pot along. At least they didn’t chatter. No room for worry. Just get Alice to the Doctor.The  winding… Continue reading

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