[Huo's neat writing is a bit off today. Just a bit.]

A thousand pardons, Cornucopia-qiánbeì, Pardes-qiánbeì; I fear that I will be absent from work for a few days. I shall return as soon as I am able.

[After a moment:]A strange question, perhaps, but is anyone aware of a natural source of water in the Sphere? A river, lake or spring of some sort ( Read more... )

My condolences to the friends of the disappeared. Cissus is gone as well, and her absence dims the sunlight over these fields, faint already in this cold and dark season. Parting is worst when it is sudden; but all the bonds we make are ultimately contingencies against a mute and chaotic world. Storms pass. We build again ( Read more... )

[No time for fancy stuff. The writing is quick, small, urgent.]

Emergency. Section 3, by the mural. Man dying. Medics, Watch. Now.

[OOC: ... imagine there's a mural O_O. Huo just came across Apostle killing Cloud, with both muns' permissions ( Read more... )