Yep, I got this tricky algorithm working, which is nice. Now I've moved onto the next thing, which is a sort-of mini research survey on software sandboxing products. It's going to take a while.
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
Yours sleepily,
Vasco Pyjama
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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Fair enough, take all the time you need. I realise that I'm not giving Ahnasha an awful lot to respond to, but I don't want you left behind if there's something she might want to add.
As for portals, yeah, they've always been a thing. I've just assumed that teleportation magic went the way of levitation and such since Daggerfall. You know, they were 'forgotten' in the lore or something since they were retconned from the game.
As for portals, yeah, they've always been a thing. I've just assumed that teleportation magic went the way of levitation and such since Daggerfall. You know, they were 'forgotten' in the lore or something since they were retconned from the game.
Rossarm was the one to break the silence with a deep monotone. "Fendros." He seemed a walking statue as he stepped and lowered himself into a seat next to Calia. It was uncertain what he was thinking with his blank face and his grinding teeth. What could be discerned, especially from Ahnasha was that there was the distinct buzz of residual magic around him.
"Father," Fendros responded, trying not to blink.
"I'll get some more cups," Llarasa placed down the teapot and very nearly began jogging out of the room. "Go sit down, Monderyn," she urged her transfixed brother as she passed.
Monderyn was usually more outspoken, and he was not expected to change that much since they ran across him in the Imperial City. However, whenever it seemed that he was going to say something, he glanced at his mother and father and curled his lips instead.
The tension rendered the very air into invisible treacle. Breathing was slow, time was slow, and no one knew how to proceed. Fendros was the one to break the staring contest. He swallowed and breathed in to speak. Rossarm interrupted him.
"Four years." Rossarm continued his hollow speech. "You went missing for four years. We searched far and wide. We lost much trying to find hope. Trying to find any sign. There was none. An empty receptacle where your ashes were meant to be stands by the fields." Rossarm raised his chin just enough to show some sort of emotion. Disdain. "...But now you appear before us, healthy and alive. There was not a single sign given. My eldest son, my blood heir, do you have any idea what you have put your family through?"
Llarasa re-entered the room with the presence of a mouse. She poured tea for Monderyn and Rossarm, but neither took them just yet. Llarasa took a stool behind Monderyn to sit upon, looking over their heads with her hands clasped together.
Fendros was staring into the cup in his hands. His mouth felt dry, but he didn't feel like drinking. All he could do was to make his face a wall against the shame that was creeping into his mind.
"Rossarm!" Calia snapped and shot a cross visage to Fendros' father despite looking past him. "It was not his fault!" She flicked a hand out to backhand the air. "If you would stop radiating your bottled grief all over him, he might have the space to tell you that he caught lycanthropy!"
While Rossarm flicked his eyes over to listen to Calia, he took a quite moment afterwards to scowl at what she said. "You should start explaining yourself, Fendros."
"I had hoped that seeing you again would have a better outcome, father" Fendros said, keeping his voice low and careful. "I'll just start again..."
Almost word-for-word, Fendros proceeded to repeat his explanation of lycanthropy to the rest of his family. This time, his wording was more clinical and emotionless. In particular, he made the danger of coming back to his home as clear as he could. When he reached the point of explaining the pack, he slowly lifted his teacup to his lips while he thought of what to say.
"This still does not explain the Khajiit you have brought with you," Rossarm observed.
Fendros pursed his lips to suppress a subtle anger and found the courage to look his father in the eyes again. "This is Ahansha. She is a close friend of mine now. Her and some of her friends found me in the woods. They are lycans themselves, so they took me in to take care of me. They also taught me how to control the beast spirit."
Rossarm butted in at the next pause. "They kept you from letting us know of your whereabouts."
There was a small exhale from Fendros. "No, I already told you, it was too dangerous." Fendros put his hand forward. "I knew you would try to make me stay back home even if I told you. If I had transformed in front of you back then, when I had no control, anything could have happened! I stayed away because I didn't want anyone to be killed by it. Please, understand that. It was risking you all to let you know or keeping you safe to keep you ignorant. I had to make that choice."
To Meesei's snide remark, Harriet squinted her eyes. It was unclear whether she was pained or angered by the statement. When it was her turn to speak, Harriet's eyes went down and to one side. She took a moment to recall, swallowed, and began.
"I ran. I just ran. None of that leadership crap mattered any more. I didn't know where I'd end up, I knew I just needed to..." She cut herself off and shook her head. "I never looked for any agents of Vile. That slimy lizard was the only one I really spoke to. I didn't find any more, before or after. They didn't find me either." Harriet looked up at Meesei and took a deep breath. "At first, I looked for a wizard who could get your ring out of me without killing me. That was too much to ask for. Anyone with the expertise was too expensive to even talk to."
Harriet tilted her head to one side, her eyes avoiding the pack's. "I spent some time wandering, living off the land, staying away from packs and clans. After a few months, I had to settle down. The kid was coming. I couldn't move and hunt like I usually could. I chose Cheydinhal because an Orc wouldn't be out of place here and there aren't any local lycan clans that come by often. I worked as a servant for a bit, learned to swallow my pride and stop being an ass, then I started taking side-jobs repairing clothing." She huffed out a short-lived laugh. "You get plenty of practice doing that as a lycan. Narsi came out, I've been making a new life here ever since. I thought someone would find me eventually." She shrugged again. "I guess I hoped that wouldn't happen."
"Father," Fendros responded, trying not to blink.
"I'll get some more cups," Llarasa placed down the teapot and very nearly began jogging out of the room. "Go sit down, Monderyn," she urged her transfixed brother as she passed.
Monderyn was usually more outspoken, and he was not expected to change that much since they ran across him in the Imperial City. However, whenever it seemed that he was going to say something, he glanced at his mother and father and curled his lips instead.
The tension rendered the very air into invisible treacle. Breathing was slow, time was slow, and no one knew how to proceed. Fendros was the one to break the staring contest. He swallowed and breathed in to speak. Rossarm interrupted him.
"Four years." Rossarm continued his hollow speech. "You went missing for four years. We searched far and wide. We lost much trying to find hope. Trying to find any sign. There was none. An empty receptacle where your ashes were meant to be stands by the fields." Rossarm raised his chin just enough to show some sort of emotion. Disdain. "...But now you appear before us, healthy and alive. There was not a single sign given. My eldest son, my blood heir, do you have any idea what you have put your family through?"
Llarasa re-entered the room with the presence of a mouse. She poured tea for Monderyn and Rossarm, but neither took them just yet. Llarasa took a stool behind Monderyn to sit upon, looking over their heads with her hands clasped together.
Fendros was staring into the cup in his hands. His mouth felt dry, but he didn't feel like drinking. All he could do was to make his face a wall against the shame that was creeping into his mind.
"Rossarm!" Calia snapped and shot a cross visage to Fendros' father despite looking past him. "It was not his fault!" She flicked a hand out to backhand the air. "If you would stop radiating your bottled grief all over him, he might have the space to tell you that he caught lycanthropy!"
While Rossarm flicked his eyes over to listen to Calia, he took a quite moment afterwards to scowl at what she said. "You should start explaining yourself, Fendros."
"I had hoped that seeing you again would have a better outcome, father" Fendros said, keeping his voice low and careful. "I'll just start again..."
Almost word-for-word, Fendros proceeded to repeat his explanation of lycanthropy to the rest of his family. This time, his wording was more clinical and emotionless. In particular, he made the danger of coming back to his home as clear as he could. When he reached the point of explaining the pack, he slowly lifted his teacup to his lips while he thought of what to say.
"This still does not explain the Khajiit you have brought with you," Rossarm observed.
Fendros pursed his lips to suppress a subtle anger and found the courage to look his father in the eyes again. "This is Ahansha. She is a close friend of mine now. Her and some of her friends found me in the woods. They are lycans themselves, so they took me in to take care of me. They also taught me how to control the beast spirit."
Rossarm butted in at the next pause. "They kept you from letting us know of your whereabouts."
There was a small exhale from Fendros. "No, I already told you, it was too dangerous." Fendros put his hand forward. "I knew you would try to make me stay back home even if I told you. If I had transformed in front of you back then, when I had no control, anything could have happened! I stayed away because I didn't want anyone to be killed by it. Please, understand that. It was risking you all to let you know or keeping you safe to keep you ignorant. I had to make that choice."
To Meesei's snide remark, Harriet squinted her eyes. It was unclear whether she was pained or angered by the statement. When it was her turn to speak, Harriet's eyes went down and to one side. She took a moment to recall, swallowed, and began.
"I ran. I just ran. None of that leadership crap mattered any more. I didn't know where I'd end up, I knew I just needed to..." She cut herself off and shook her head. "I never looked for any agents of Vile. That slimy lizard was the only one I really spoke to. I didn't find any more, before or after. They didn't find me either." Harriet looked up at Meesei and took a deep breath. "At first, I looked for a wizard who could get your ring out of me without killing me. That was too much to ask for. Anyone with the expertise was too expensive to even talk to."
Harriet tilted her head to one side, her eyes avoiding the pack's. "I spent some time wandering, living off the land, staying away from packs and clans. After a few months, I had to settle down. The kid was coming. I couldn't move and hunt like I usually could. I chose Cheydinhal because an Orc wouldn't be out of place here and there aren't any local lycan clans that come by often. I worked as a servant for a bit, learned to swallow my pride and stop being an ass, then I started taking side-jobs repairing clothing." She huffed out a short-lived laugh. "You get plenty of practice doing that as a lycan. Narsi came out, I've been making a new life here ever since. I thought someone would find me eventually." She shrugged again. "I guess I hoped that wouldn't happen."
<Snipped quote by Double Capybara>
Teknall should get to inventing the internal combustion engine so Jvan can have a mobility scooter.
...
...Aren't mobility scooters electric?
No, I need to sleep.
Also, re: electrons, technically electrons don't spin around the nucleus, at least not in the typical sense. That stylised picture of electron particles orbiting the nucleus has very little semblance with reality. Electrons exist as a fuzzy field of probability density around the nucleus, defined by their wavefunctions, which form spherical standing waves around the nucleus. Furthermore, the electrons in an atom have a non-zero minimum energy, since the wavefunctions which are allowed to exist in that scenario all have finite energy, making it impossible for the electrons to stop 'spinning'.
Furthermore, the electrons in an atom have a non-zero minimum energy, since the wavefunctions which are allowed to exist in that scenario all have finite energy, making it impossible for the electrons to stop 'spinning'.
making it impossible for the electrons to stop 'spinning'.
impossible
...impossible...
You said a bad word.
The quantum mechanics detail raises good questions, though. Does it still count as Logos' physics? Things work by different rules at that level. I'm not sure whether it'll ever be pertinent to the RP (perhaps we should make a rule against sub-atomic physics so we don't have to become familiar with how it works), but if Julkofyr has claim over that subdomain, there may be a point where Logos' domain reaches a borderline there.
But yes, in general, if a god dies in Divinus, things generally carry on, because the Codex.
Except Vowzra sort of destroyed the Codex. Unless the GodKiller still somehow contains all the Codex features.
I always saw the codex as more of a blueprint for the universe rather than the universe made real. I thought that it doesn't really maintain the universe because the universe was basically gut-punched out of the codex by Amul and Fate. The universe just is now. It's existence isn't really dependent on the continued existence of other entities.
Edit: That doesn't mean that the codex couldn't provide insights into the universe that are otherwise ambiguous to gods trying to work them out. It'd be really valuable in that sense. That's kinda not going to happen any more unless the godkiller reverts back for whatever reason.
Calia did not follow Ahnasha's movements as she sat down, but the sound of Ahnasha's voice made her squeeze one arm of her chair for a moment. By the time Ahnasha mentioned that Fendros' absence was not entirely his choice, she gave a small nod. "I wish I knew what you meant by that, Ahnasha." Calia brought her hands together on her lap, though her milky eyes continued to disregard everything around her. Strangely enough, her voice correlated with her appearance to seem more middle-aged than an old woman. Sewing a quilt gave the impression of a doddering elder, but her presence had changed something more elegant and regal without any of them noticing. "You are a Khajiit, aren't you?"
"Mother, I should probably get to the point." Fendros sped up his words all of a sudden. "The reason...the main reason that I disappeared was that..." He sighed. His mouth was moving faster than his mind. "Have you heard of lycans before? Werewolves?"
There was a look of surprise from Calia. "I was young when it happened, but I was alive when Solstheim was subject to the wrath of Hircine. That cursed prophecy. The last I heard of any werewolves was some rumours of attacks to the north of the Imperial City." She tilted her head. "What of them, Fendros?"
Fendros opened and closed his mouth. He leaned forward and looked at the floor to try and find a way to put it. "I have a...disease, you could call it. I contracted it in the forest. Ahnasha said it wasn't my fault because I was attacked without provocation by the beast that gave it to me." Fendros looked up, even though Calia took no notice. "That disease is called lycanthropy. It infects your mind with a sort of spirit. The spirit is no more than a beast, but it can take over your mind temporarily. When that happens..." Fendros raised his palms to gesture to himself. "I...transform. Physically and mentally. I become a beast that needs to hunt."
Llarasa returned with a tray holding a teapot and cups. She placed the tray on a low table before them all and leaned down to pour cups for everyone. Calia was frowning at Fendros, too busy listening to mind the tea.
"When you are first infected, the spirit is strong and you do not know how to control it. It's dangerous-"
A door shut somewhere else in the house and both Fendros and Llarasa stopped to look at the doorway. There were at least two sets of boots coming down the hall. They had no time to do anything before someone uncanny walked by and stopped at the doorway. Dressed in a dark smock and trousers secured by a belt was a short-haired Dunmer man that looked the spitting image of Fendros, albeit with crow's feet around the eyes, a rougher face, a less muscular build, and a very clenched jaw. Following behind was Monderyn in similar garb.
Monderyn was merely wide-eyed and stunned to see who was in the sitting room. The Dunmer man narrowed his eyes and scowled. "Calia," he muttered. "Who are these strangers?" His glower found Ahnasha. "And why are they in our house?"
"Do you no longer recognise your own son, Rossarm?" Calia's tone seemed sharp, scornful even. She did not so much as turn her head to the Dunmer man.
At that, Rossarm, evidently Fendros' father, turned his eyes to him. Fendros' beard disguised him for the first look, but Rossarm's severe eyes seemed to intensify as he realised the situation. The very grinding of his teeth could be heard in the resulting silence.
The soft singing continued for another two minutes. Janius stared up at the ceiling where the sound was originating. He wanted to comment on the situation, but it was too tense. They would just have to hear it from Harriet's own mouth.
When the singing stopped, there was a moment of quiet, a door latch shutting, and the sound of furtive footsteps on the stairs. Harriet paced down into the view of the pack in her house. She did not look at any of them with her despondent face until she reached the base of the stairs. She turned and gave each of them a look. Janius, Meesei, and Lorag.
Looking down again, she crossed her arms and leaned her side against the banister beside her. One last sigh and her expression changed to a new defiance. The Harriet they all knew reappeared in an instant.
"Well...you found me," she said with shrug. Her next breath was shaky. "What's going to happen?"
"Mother, I should probably get to the point." Fendros sped up his words all of a sudden. "The reason...the main reason that I disappeared was that..." He sighed. His mouth was moving faster than his mind. "Have you heard of lycans before? Werewolves?"
There was a look of surprise from Calia. "I was young when it happened, but I was alive when Solstheim was subject to the wrath of Hircine. That cursed prophecy. The last I heard of any werewolves was some rumours of attacks to the north of the Imperial City." She tilted her head. "What of them, Fendros?"
Fendros opened and closed his mouth. He leaned forward and looked at the floor to try and find a way to put it. "I have a...disease, you could call it. I contracted it in the forest. Ahnasha said it wasn't my fault because I was attacked without provocation by the beast that gave it to me." Fendros looked up, even though Calia took no notice. "That disease is called lycanthropy. It infects your mind with a sort of spirit. The spirit is no more than a beast, but it can take over your mind temporarily. When that happens..." Fendros raised his palms to gesture to himself. "I...transform. Physically and mentally. I become a beast that needs to hunt."
Llarasa returned with a tray holding a teapot and cups. She placed the tray on a low table before them all and leaned down to pour cups for everyone. Calia was frowning at Fendros, too busy listening to mind the tea.
"When you are first infected, the spirit is strong and you do not know how to control it. It's dangerous-"
A door shut somewhere else in the house and both Fendros and Llarasa stopped to look at the doorway. There were at least two sets of boots coming down the hall. They had no time to do anything before someone uncanny walked by and stopped at the doorway. Dressed in a dark smock and trousers secured by a belt was a short-haired Dunmer man that looked the spitting image of Fendros, albeit with crow's feet around the eyes, a rougher face, a less muscular build, and a very clenched jaw. Following behind was Monderyn in similar garb.
Monderyn was merely wide-eyed and stunned to see who was in the sitting room. The Dunmer man narrowed his eyes and scowled. "Calia," he muttered. "Who are these strangers?" His glower found Ahnasha. "And why are they in our house?"
"Do you no longer recognise your own son, Rossarm?" Calia's tone seemed sharp, scornful even. She did not so much as turn her head to the Dunmer man.
At that, Rossarm, evidently Fendros' father, turned his eyes to him. Fendros' beard disguised him for the first look, but Rossarm's severe eyes seemed to intensify as he realised the situation. The very grinding of his teeth could be heard in the resulting silence.
The soft singing continued for another two minutes. Janius stared up at the ceiling where the sound was originating. He wanted to comment on the situation, but it was too tense. They would just have to hear it from Harriet's own mouth.
When the singing stopped, there was a moment of quiet, a door latch shutting, and the sound of furtive footsteps on the stairs. Harriet paced down into the view of the pack in her house. She did not look at any of them with her despondent face until she reached the base of the stairs. She turned and gave each of them a look. Janius, Meesei, and Lorag.
Looking down again, she crossed her arms and leaned her side against the banister beside her. One last sigh and her expression changed to a new defiance. The Harriet they all knew reappeared in an instant.
"Well...you found me," she said with shrug. Her next breath was shaky. "What's going to happen?"
I have good news and bad news on that front. The good news is that I have no exams this semester, so I've only got about three weeks left before I have a break. The bad news is that the workload isn't going to really slow down until then. There's also the chance that I'll be doing some work experience after the semester as well. We'll see what happens.
Really? Huh, I figured it was the MMO crowd Blizzard fans not being used to not having clear-cut incremental progression. I mean, TF2 had random drops for a long while. I probably shouldn't generalise TF2 to all FPS players, though.
Nice.
Wasn't there a little storm in a teacup about not being able to buy specific cosmetic options a while back?
Wasn't there a little storm in a teacup about not being able to buy specific cosmetic options a while back?
So I've heard. My friends are squeeing over the skins. They look pretty cool.
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