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[the_measurers]

Last year, Geldeheim City had glittered for them, cold and translucent like a collection of great icecubes. This time, it was as if someone had taken a hammer to those icecubes. Many buildings still stood, but some were bisected, shattered by beams of power, or perpetually burning with magefire. Some of the city's ubiqutuous flat 3d projection

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[A New Holiday?]

[the_measurers]

The ad hoc council that's the nominal government of Geldeheim has called those representatives of the station who will listen to a request of the ad hoc council that is currently the official government of Geldeheim

Re: [A New Holiday?]

[allmylovenspace]

Ai was all about holidays! They should be times of family and togetherness, and... well, not people breaking into others' houses to kill them.

She had brought a bunch of print-outs and discs of various holidays -- mostly Earth ones from places she knew people from, but she'd also asked the station residents for assistance.

"Let's see. It should be seasonal. Wait, do you have seasons?" Jupiter and its moons didn't -- she remembered that from her husband's griping about a holiday transmission the Von Braun did the first December away from Earth.

Re: [A New Holiday?]

[the_measurers]

"This one will be close to the role played by Kristmas and Grendlsdag. I know two weeks is not a lot of lead time, but we need your help with this." Says Svinboera, her eyes shining with devotion to her people's cause. "We do have seasons. The rainy season, the frozen season, and the hotmonth." Geldeheim had pretty miserable weather.

The locals pored over the printouts. They particularly seemed to like Festivus.

Re: [A New Holiday?]

[allmylovenspace]

[OOC: Wikipedia has everything!]

Of course they did.

"Well, we can do what we can. A lot of winter holidays involve lights -- because the cold season usually has short days. Or warm things, like cocoa or soup."

"What do you like about that one?" she asked the group eying the Festivus material.

[Where the Wild Thing Is]

[the_measurers]

The People's Glorious Educational Animal Menagerie (newly renamed) isn't in great shape. Inclement weather has messed things up. But the ruling council has decided that people need distraction from their power plays some cheering up, so funds have been authorized from the treasury. The heat is back on, at least, so the tropical beasts aren't dying any more. Which is good, because it's an open air zoo

Re: [Where the Wild Thing Is]

[birdhousesoul]

Magical abilities, front and center.

It took some inward negotiation to make a menagerie visit possible. Justice and Anders aren't two separate beings, and can't have conversations with one another, for better or worse. So when Anders and Justice are at odds, it's a lot like arguing with yourself, or with your conscience, or (depending on Justice's object of fixation) with your primeval reptile-brain instinct to kill kill kill. The menagerie issue was decided something like this:

Animals are cute. I want to see them

Re: [Where the Wild Thing Is]

[try_winging_it]

Hawke wondered about the wisdom of going to a menagerie with Anders/Justice, but in the end curiosity won, as it often does for her. Less curiosity about whether or not he'll open all the cages (though no doubt things will be exciting if he gets it in his head to do so) and more curiosity about what idiotic nicknames he might give to any of the animals

[lest_ye_become]

"It might as well be a frightened dog," Roxie says as she watches the dragon. Only word of the creature being held there got her attention to the menagerie, having slipped away from 'proper' authority awfully quickly once on planet. Running into some of the others from the station again was a coincidence... if not a terribly huge one, given that word of a dragon would certainly be the kind of thing to draw attention.

"Oi!" she shouts... at the dragon, that is. She's rather loud, given how small she is - it's enough to carry well past the constant thrum of the hot-air vents, and the the guard at the fence gives her a funny look. "Pick your head up! You're being disgraceful!"

[The Men In The High Castle]

[the_measurers]

The rebellion toppled the Fay'lia loyalist government, but that doesn't mean they've all quite left. Far to the north, the final Fay'lia redoubt rises out of the pine forest and tundra. It's a great twist of crystal, glimmering and beautiful when the moon hits it, rising hundreds of feet into the air. Here remain about seventy five Fay'lia or so, and perhaps twice that number of loyalist humans

Re: [The Men In The High Castle]

[barefootbg]

A new holiday. A job for the Missionaria Protectiva if ever there was one. As the closest thing to the Missionaria that exists in this unfamiliar universe, the Bene Gesserit Order should offer its expertise to the Geldeheim leadership.

It so happens that Mother Superior Murbella has never specialized in anything remotely related to the Missionaria, and would be far better suited to kicking people in the head.

Screw the new holiday. Murbella's going to bring the fight to the Fay'lia. If when she's finished up it turns out the council still hasn't figured out what kinds of wintergifts to give, and what kind of mythological figure should be credited with the giving, then Murbella will see about tapping Other Memory for some relatively unproblematic alternatives. She does know what not to suggest.

"Introductions?" Time to lay everything out on the table before the group sees action. "I'm Murbella. I've had extensive training in unarmed combat. I'm also capable of inducing sexual thralldom in susceptible males of the human

[standaloneshell]

Motoko wasn't strictly given to outlining her full skillset for the benefit of strangers, let alone dubiously loyal newcomers, but a bare minimum of operational capabilities would always by necessity be made known. She was packing a rifle of impressive size- it was almost as tall as she was, a precision instrument of precision death. Disassembled and packed up it would fix into something the size of a duffel bag and weighed more than two-hundred kilograms, but first it would need to be cleaned. She was in the final stages of that process now- and damn the hippies and their sabotage. This was a rebellion, not a sit-in. Killing would eventually be a necessity, and the hidden scope of an assassin was often the least of all evils

[barefootbg]

Kusanagi's speed to take the lead amuses the Mother Commander, who hasn't shared her Chapterhouse title for a reason. "We've a fast talker after all," murmurs Murbella, loudly enough to be overheard, "if not the sort I had in mind." More crisply: "Major, what objections might you have expected?"

[We wish you a ____y _____: everywhere else]

[the_measurers]

Geldeheim city is the largest city on this world and there's lots to do, especially in the recent aftermath of a revolution

Re: [We wish you a ____y _____: everywhere else]

[truthafterzeend]

Georgia's suit had been reeingeered to look more like she was bundled up for cold weather. Originally, she'd been on the ground getting footage about the holiday season -- see what people were actually doing, rather than trying to make something fake. Goodness knows, she'd had enough fake holidays growing up with her parents -- Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving... all excuses to show what a Lovely Family Doing Normal Pre-Rising Things (within reason) they were.

But rumors that the revolution was taking a page from the French Revolution was a lot more interesting than people trying to rediscover family-friendly animal sacrifice. (Not to mention made her a lot less nervous -- she could deal with government silencing dissent; bleeding animals made her worry that one was going to reanimate and attack the children.)

So, she was cruising the local bars, camera and microphone in her bag, contemplating how to get someone to talk to her. "I need to work on building my credibility more."

Re: [We wish you a ____y _____: everywhere else]

[the_measurers]

The bars were indeed a good source. And with all the post-conflict despair and celebration going around (they went hand in hand), they didn't lack for business.

In one, a smoky place in one of the working class neighborhoods where the revolt first kicked off, men were discussing the news of the day. Men talk over dark beers at a nearby table.

"...and you know how Jan is, always has to speak his mind. Talked too much in too many places. Got real drunk one night and called RC-" revolutionary councilman/woman, the council that was the transitional government. "- Hauptmann an' his mom, pets, and daughter a buncha things one don't say 'bout someone you hold in the highest esteem. A week later, disappears, out of fuckin' nowhere."

Re: [We wish you a ____y _____: everywhere else]

[truthafterzeend]

The main problem with Georgia's plan was that it was hard to blend in when she couldn't drink while wearing her suit.

"Is that so?" she said.

That was news. Moreover, it was news that no local station would touch, but they should. Considering what happened last year, someone needed to make sure the planet didn't just fall into new leaders with the same behavior.