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aftr_stories2018-11-20 08:48 pm
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[MU] - NOVEMBER STORYTELLING
After the chaos of last month's Storytelling, it's probably nice to have a little routine involved. Compared to the bombast and terror of October, tonight is downright peaceable.
Maati still awaits. But for now, you can rest and relax and trade tales of your exploits.
It is time, once more, for you to tell a story. The setting will be familiar for oldcomers, and newcomers will recognize it from the introduction they received in their dreams. This too is a dream, and the ink-black dark is illuminated only by the bonfire surrounded by log seats. And seated around the fire are your fellow islanders, many of whom doubtless know the drill by now.
One by one, you will each have the opportunity to share your stories, as stories possess a certain undeniable power. Newcomers can tell whatever tale they wish, but for those who have been in LifeAftr for at least one Storytelling, only stories of their time in LifeAftr will count down the road. The story need not be long, or conventional, or even verbal; as long as the Storyteller knows it has been told, it will qualify. Those of the nonverbal persuasion have, as of a request issued by Ren (catpiper), an alternative means of telling their stories if they so choose, in the form of the Chamber of Glyphs.
If you prefer to keep your mouth shut, that's always an option, though you're more liable to benefit if you do. Perhaps you'd rather not relive any of your history, varied and variegated as it must be. Or maybe you're something of a compulsive un-truther, prone to embellishments and long, fanciful tangents. As long as the core of the story is true to its spirit, you are free to spin your tale however you like.
So choose well.
Maati still awaits. But for now, you can rest and relax and trade tales of your exploits.
It is time, once more, for you to tell a story. The setting will be familiar for oldcomers, and newcomers will recognize it from the introduction they received in their dreams. This too is a dream, and the ink-black dark is illuminated only by the bonfire surrounded by log seats. And seated around the fire are your fellow islanders, many of whom doubtless know the drill by now.
One by one, you will each have the opportunity to share your stories, as stories possess a certain undeniable power. Newcomers can tell whatever tale they wish, but for those who have been in LifeAftr for at least one Storytelling, only stories of their time in LifeAftr will count down the road. The story need not be long, or conventional, or even verbal; as long as the Storyteller knows it has been told, it will qualify. Those of the nonverbal persuasion have, as of a request issued by Ren (
catpiper), an alternative means of telling their stories if they so choose, in the form of the Chamber of Glyphs.If you prefer to keep your mouth shut, that's always an option, though you're more liable to benefit if you do. Perhaps you'd rather not relive any of your history, varied and variegated as it must be. Or maybe you're something of a compulsive un-truther, prone to embellishments and long, fanciful tangents. As long as the core of the story is true to its spirit, you are free to spin your tale however you like.
So choose well.
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[ She nudges him gently. ]
Until then... Would you tell me what they're like, if it's not too painful?
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[He leans back on his hand, a soft smile on his face.]
They're great. We used to go to the beach all the time when I was little - we lived really close to one. I basically grew up on it, before going to the Garrison.
My older sister Veronica works for the Garrison now. She's super stubborn, managed to get herself working with the top brass of the resistance efforts even though I don't think she was even that high up the ladder. Wasn't when I was attending school still. [He lets out a soft laugh.] She doesn't know when to quit.
I hope she's still proud of me, all the way out here.
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She sounds incredible. Determined, too. [ She's always wished she had an older sister like that; she sort of envies Lance, really. But it's not enough to stop her smile. ] I think she'd be very proud of you. Even after everything you've been through, you've kept going.
I really admire that, Lance.