Hortensa/Conversations
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Drink deeply of life, (player's offspringTerm). Are you finding your way?
Bethesda
There are pools of convalessence there. You see, when cryogenic mist condenses, it forms a cool, luminous liquid that's restorative if you're able to bath in it.
Oh! And in one of the ruined wards, the Alchemist keeps their shop. Who's the Alchemist, you ask? A sort of enigmatic figure -- amateur liquid-tinker, poet, merchant. Their methods aren't scientific, but they are useful if you're seeking a specific kind of liquid. Just be careful around them, (player's name).
Omonporch
Nothing other than a pet theory of mine that the Spindle is a liquid in laminar flow.
Rumbling
Yes! I was even provided with a brief premonition of it, as my workbench liquids are sensitive to small vibrations around the enclave.
Klanq
Oh, yes. You see, years and years ago, we were studying optics in the course of our research into laser technology. Barathrum was giving a lecture to some guest attendees, and...
Oh, I'd rather not talk about it.
HowLong
*Hortensa chuckles.*
Years. Decades on decades. Centuries, perhaps. Most of these wet-earred cubs were merely sketches in their mothers' dreambooks when I arrived to study under Barathrum. We knew so little then, know so little now.
LiquidTinker
*Hortensa chuckles.*
You are sharp, (player's name). In a way that's what I am. But liquids are more willful than scrap. I can't solder them together; they would run away, hide in the shale cracks, slowly come apart and disappear. I moreso think of myself as a wisewoman in dialog with them -- I manage their moods and phases. My notebooks are full of their quirks and caprices. It's a wonder, isn't it, how at just the right temperature and pressure the continuity of matter is smashed apart? How the gaseous butterfly flits out of the dense worm?
OtherBarathrumites
I won't denigrate them, (player's name), or presume to speak for what's in their hearts. But I can direct you around the contours of the impressions they've left on me.
Who would you like to hear about, (player's offspringTerm)?
Barathrum
Larger than life. Paternal. Concerned. The lenses of his eyes are focused on the far points of the world.
Otho
Brassy. If you bent him he might snap. The way I treat liquids on my burner, Otho treats the units of the enclave.
Jacobo
Sharp as a tack, and living a life of deep meaning. Inventive and orderly. I can't say I understand his music, but I do love how expressive he is with it.
Sparafucile
Oh, I have such a precious vantage point on my sweet neighbor! When he achieves a moment of perfection in his craft -- a flawlessly spiraled barrel, a mound of powder measured to the grain -- he beams like the high salt sun. What a lovely smile.
Q Girl
She explodes like gas and dust in a quiet corner of the galaxy. Radiant. Revolutionary. She's a good listener and companion for supper, which you mightn't expect.
Mafeo
After supper I like to retreat to the library, take a storybook off the shelves, flop down on the chairbear, and lose myself in another world. Many of these worlds feature palaces, markets, gardens, ships. Many of those places have bells. When they do, I always think of Mafeo. More than anyone else, Mafeo could be a character in the bright world of a story, where this dusty place is itself confined to a mere storybook.
Iseppa
Our sleepy sage. So sweet. She calms me. I sit in her room and we muse on the nature of things.
Neek
I've instructed Neek since they were a lil' cub. What a strange one! Bouncey. Full of smiles. But brilliant in their own way. My favorite book in all the world is Neek's "Spiderwebs on Hoversleds". Who would have ever thought?
Dardi
Fiery. Blustery. Like the stews he cooks. If you're going to chat with him, make sure you have your schedule cleared and a ewer of honeyed wine.
Shem -1
Precious Shem. They've such a wider view of the world than we do. What a momentous obligation we've created for ourselves, and how I wouldn't undo it!
Aloysius
I've shared my honey with that prickly troglodyte for more years than I can count. I can't help but like him, and while he won't admit it, he feels the same about me.
Ereshkigal
She's a sphinx! So enigmatic that one. It's not entirely clear if she was there, waiting, when Q Girl succeeded at retreading the mainframe's guts, or if she sparked into being that very moment. Or was it some synthesis of the two?
Before More Than a Willing Spirit
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(player's offspringTerm), who are you?
A Call to Arms
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Stay safe, (name). Please.