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  • Prologue: Ken

    table(chatlog). (st). ||ST
    Day melts into night melts into day again, a slow revolution of time, wherein the forest evolves: the silence of dawn, wherein the night creatures fall quiet and the day creatures start to wake up, giving the air over to the …

  • Commissioning the Mechanic

    table(chatlog). (bear1). ||Bear
    Another day, another gear finished. Slow and steady. Bear reaches down, wrapping sure fingers around the milk jug he's made into his cup for the last few days, and frowns. Empty again. He gets off his stool, wiping …

  • A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    Noon in Bakersfield, and October sunshine streams through the newly-glazed windows of the Survivor's shop, diffusing into golden warmth inside. The whirr of electric machine and clack of treadles alike slow, then stop …

  • ... And Tilvy!

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    Sunrise in Bakersfield. Ken skips from rooftop to rooftop, moving in a twisting line towards Bakersfield General Hospital. Around his waist is a tool belt full of wedges and chalk lines, but conspicuously missing an axe. …

  • It's In the Radio Waves, Man!

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    Twilight is coming to an end, night chasing close at its heels. Done with the day's logging - not from exhaustion, but because felling trees is too noisy for night work - Ken sets himself to other errands. As he …

  • Cold Blooded

    table(chatlog). (dovile1). ||Dovile
    *November, 2024. Some days before Thanksgiving*| (ken1). ||Ken
    Dry wind, cool but not cold, twines through the tiled roofs of Bakersfield carrying the gentle wash of music. Ken, perched atop an old steeple. …

  • Optimism's Price

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    Ken slips up beside Sanura from around the corner. He's much calmer than when they first arrived, although he still stands just a little too far away from everything as if the world were a little too small. Sometime …

  • Casual Conversation

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    *February 23, 2026* Dawn light hasn't yet shifted to the gold of morning. On the roof of Bjorn's workshop, Ken kneels in the dirt. Yes, dirt - the roof now covered in a variety of makeshift planter boxes. He hums …

  • A Kind Ear

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    *Bakersfield: February 17, 2026* Rain drums against the old corrugated plastic roofing of the small, hidden Cricklewood garden. It runs in trickles down the walls, drips in sheets from the edges of holes in the roof and …

  • Lady Moon Points to the West

    table(chatlog). (st). ||ST
    A long time or a short time... Vast plains, solid white snow below and opaque white fog above, ever lingering either side of the horizon. The vast, empty, snowy plains, treeless, windswept, desolate. And then, a gusting, …

  • Lady Moon Points to the East

    table(chatlog). (st). ||ST
    *Sunday, March 1st* The coatls shimmer above, the light of the rising sun melting their colors to warm pinks, oranges, and yellows. Thinning shadows still cling to the skin of the jungle, beneath the coat of thick foliage& …

  • The Great Outdoors

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    *Bakersfield: March 2, 2016* There's a careless meticulousness about Ken as he prepares for a journey. The kind of thoughtlessness that comes from a lifetime of practice: thumbing through the contents of packs, double&# …

  • A Merry Jig

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    For the first time since before the battle, sun peeks through the windows of Bakersfield's new make-shift hospital.... a once-gleaming office building that has now had cubicles converted into patient rooms, …

  • Lady Moon and Lady Fire

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    *Mid March, in the forests near Bakersfield* Ken eyes the depth of the falling-notch in the large maple he's working on. Deep enough. He hitches up the toolbelt before it can slide down too far - borrowing Sasha' …

  • Dearly Departed

    table(chatlog). (bear1). ||Bear
    Bear settles into his crafting mind, dragging a long sip off his plastic gallon jug of tea, a rich dark brown sloshing. He leans over his drawing board, with a list in front of him. He wears his usual blue jeans and …

  • Opening Up

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    Ken slips down from the rooftops and walks up to the big roll-up door of Bear's workshop. He's in exactly the same state as when he rolled off the makeshift operating table earlier that day - bruised, bloodied, …

  • Family Is For...

    table(chatlog). (sanura1). ||Sanura
    Sanura was in the shop, checkin in on everything and picking up some supplies to keep her hands busy in the next little while. She had a feeling she'd be out and about talking with a lot of people soon and though …

  • Stars in His Eye

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    Birds have already begun the second movement of their dawn chorus by the time Ken and Derrick reach the park. Ken winds his way through the woods, walking on top of fern-fronds rather than taking the trouble to push …

  • Agent of Chaos

    They hadn't even looked at her, aside from that first snap of incredulity as she walked in, Summer at her hip, and set the diaper bag down. They'd barely listened to her. Just sat in their tall-ass tree seats and looked down from on high. One guy sittin' …

  • Truly Humbled

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    It's very early in the afternoon for dinner. But that's out of necessity - after all, the Bogovi council meets at sunset. Ken walks slightly ahead of, and in circles around, Derrick and Sanura, leading them along what …

  • The Imperial City

    table(chatlog). (bear1). ||Bear
    Bear looks up from his workbench (a steel door bridged over two sawhorses), across the broad bedrock slab, up the sandstone walls at Ken and Sanura, finally come outside the walls for a look at Bear's big megaproject. …

  • The Drowned King

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    *Between places, between times, the 9th of April in some lands:* Ken opens his eyes to see the sky. Nope. Still sky... it didn't work this time. But it was so close this time. He could feel the world falling away. And so …

  • Too Old For This Shit

    table(chatlog). (dovile1). ||Dovile
    *Late Afternoon,* *The Aspen Tree* The room is a circle, a sphere, like the nest of a bower bird, woven out of the morning glories and unexpected branches. The breeze dances, like a young girl laughing. The sun …

  • Ginger Travels Abroad!

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    April 2026, On the road to Domochlovek: Ken keeps his pace slow enough that Ginger's short legs can match it as they finish the trip to Domochlovek. Dawn's grey light has shaken off her morning robe of mist by now, and …

  • Fitting Advice

    table(chatlog). (sanura1). ||Sanura
    Sanura was still a happy kitty despite the run in with Carmen's mum. She'd found a pretty set of flowers to leave at the latest construction site for Derrick to find, hopefully. Her hands moving to smooth away one …

  • Melody Lost

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    Bakersfield: March 31, 2026 Ken makes his way above moonlit streets, a slight stir of leaves the only sign of his passing. As he reaches the old Jiffy-lube with its firelit windows (the brightest thing on these …

  • Coatacopia

    table(chatlog). (sanura1). ||Sanura
    A few short days before the wedding Sanura is carefully pressing a longish coat, the shop is quiet for the time being. The seamstresses are doing their work and there is the pleasant hum of quiet conversation broken …

  • Steam Cleaning

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    *May 1st: Bakersfield* Ken makes his way towards carmen's house. The air is thick with sounds of insects emerging for the cool of night and people humming their lives out in the streets below. He pauses for a moment, for …

  • Battle Scars

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    Having enthusiastically given his support to the gift Sanura planned for Derrick, Ken came to the shop to help her work on it. Supposedly. The "work" he's doing looks suspiciously like lounging around and lazily playing …

  • War... What Is It Good For?

    table(chatlog). (ken1). ||Ken
    May 9th, Bakersfield Ken pauses just outside the old Jiffy Lube while he waits for Sanura to catch up. In the hour since they began their work, pink sky turned black and the town has gone as dormant as it ever is. He …

  • Do You Think Any of Us Are Free?

    table(chatlog). (st). ||ST Beneath the horizon the sun has sunk, lighting upon the ground to continue its journey into the darkest, coldest depths, to commit itself to battle with the fearsome, unknowable things that dwell there. Derrick's booted steps …

  • Getting Outta Dodge

    table(chatlog). (ken2). ||Ken _*Evening in Bakersfield, two days before the Netjer council*_ Ken takes a breath of ice-cold air of Helsinki, and releases it slowly into the warm humid air of Bakersfield. He removes his coat and beats it, sending up …

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