Unbeknownst to the general populace, LARPers are actually protecting the world from unseen threats, under the guise of roleplay. You join your local club, only to find out more than you bargained for….
The angara are the only known sentient species local to the Heleus cluster.
Oral histories describe how ancient angara were tribal and nomadic before settling in cities. Many of them still live in large, tight-knit families and workplaces have a guild-like organizational structure.
Spirituality has a role in angaran daily life, with their calendar making space for the religious holidays of many different faiths.
another thing that I think about a lot is how absolutely terrible han solo is at calculating when he’s going to make planetfall
which is not to say han solo is bad with numbers, han solo is one of those self-taught savants, who can do complicated interest calculations in his head; what han solo cannot do is the finicky interstellar calculus that tells you if you start out at 1800 hours local time, on a planet with a 90 hour sidereal day, and travel at 9 parsecs per hour, skipping between the Terrabe Bypass and the Alui Corridor, you’ll make planetfall on Tatooine around 0700 local time, just when everybody’s headed out to the noonday meal.
that’s the kind of shit he hates.
it also results in an unending string of hilarious misadventures wherein han solo arrives at precisely the wrong time anywhere he goes and ends up 1) preventing the kidnapping of a young duke’s son because everyone else was asleep, 2) dropping through atmo at the exact right moment to stop an Imperial rollout of monitoring droids, because he throught the no fly order wasn’t in effect until the next day, 3) hanging around at high noon, waiting for jabba to come back from his daily nap, only to be waylaid by a man claiming to be a jedi and his wide-eyed kid, 4) amusing leia to no end as he sits at one of the mess hall tables, biting his thumb and trying to work out four-dimensional calculus with a flimsi napkin and an old-fashioned stylus, 5) annoying his son to no end as he was late for everything, yes, dad, everything—uncle luke said you arrived four days after I was born.
better late than never, han says with a grin, every time. and anyway, your mom was on a planet with a very short solar cycle, messed up everything.
for his 40th birthday, leia buys him a top of the line galactic calculator, which only needs the local time, and then galactic coordinates of origin and destination to estimate the local time of arrival.
she finds han at the kitchen table three days later, biting his thumb and working out the time to the outer rim with a flimsi napkin, and a stylus.
Support your local bakeries, libraries, beekeepers, diviners, and soapmakers.
Especially if they’re witches. But also if they’re mundane. Keep your town alive, keep those economics flowing, and you’ll build not only great local businesses, but relationships with businesses that you can actually trust.
steve has helpfully illustrated what storytime looks like on my end.
Mod Hell: Do you guys want me to start archiving asks and answers–the long ones–on AO3? There’s not really a consistent tag for them and there’s getting to be a lot. If you guys are good with them in blog form, I’ll just leave them as is, but I’m happy to copy-paste them over if you’d like.
Mic spoke to six people from Guam about how they felt about the very specific threats against their island and if they actually felt frightened at the potential of nuclear war with North Korea.
“I am confident in the security that our military forces on Guam have planned in any event,” Sen. Louise Borja Muna, one of Guam’s senators, said via email.
“Our people have been here for 4,000 years. We are vigilant, but we don’t surrender to fear,” Sen. Benjamin Cruz shared via email.
“I’m not scared of the nukes, I’m annoyed at the media and local government. CNN is using graphics that exclude locals, claiming only a couple thousand civilians are at risk,” Nick, who asked to only be identified by his first name out of fear of retribution. Read more (8/11/17)
Veronica admits there was a moment when she thought this was going to be glamorous. Everything was only just beginning to go to hell: walls and checkpoints going up, a scattershot of environmental disasters, self-declared militias on patrol. It seemed like a good plan they had, to be on a boat for a while. It was the kind of idea people had early on, when it still seemed possible that it would end soon enough and well enough, when the present seemed like an opportunity to make history. The kind of story a plucky filmmaker would love twenty years from now: mild mannered booksellers become pirate librarians! A thing they could tell their grandkids.
The pirate business was mostly theoretical. Performance art as much as anything. They raised the money for the boat on gofundme and bought it cheap from a photographer with dual citizenship who had decided to wait things out in Europe. It was a boat and not a ship, even after they painted it and gave it a handmade flag. They were going to sail the great loop, hang out doing banned book readings from port to port, then go home and fundraise for part two, a more elaborate trip involving cutting through Panama and sailing up the west coast. At one of the early read-ins they wore pirate costumes, but only because the local community theatre had donated them at their launch party.
Guns are easier to get now than ibuprofen.
Now, she and Grace are always in leggings and worn out tees, the kind of shirts her husband would have mocked her for wearing even to bed, if she still had a husband, which she did when this started. It has never been as heroic an endeavor as she hoped. They wanted to promote reading and storytelling and art and truth and for three months that was considered safely theatrical because mostly it was, and in the fourth month a border patrol boat shot at them when they tried to pull in to the national harbor. So, no more storytimes.