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Fun. | Fun. | ||
| − | At first it took some effort to acclimatize to your orbit. Sometimes you felt a little far from | + | At first, it took some effort to acclimatize yourself to your orbit. Sometimes you felt a little far from Tornuquirae. A little cool. |
Now you’ve got the swing of things. It comes naturally. There’s nothing for you even to do, really. | Now you’ve got the swing of things. It comes naturally. There’s nothing for you even to do, really. | ||
| − | When your belly faces | + | When your belly faces Tornuquirae, you feel things heat up. Metaphorically, too, as lots of the laborers and warriors live there, on that side of your body. |
| − | When your back faces | + | When your back faces Tornuquirae, you can hear the solid hum of a billion Youians moaning in unison. |
| − | Your population has grown over the years. At first you started with a few dedicated followers. Now you have a hard time even remembering | + | Your population has grown over the years. At first you started with a few dedicated followers. Now you have a hard time even remembering individual names. Yet your people live on, creating works of art and warfare and commerce. |
It feels funny when your people reproduce. As a whole, like a single organism, the population starts the vibrations. Seismic activity rumbles through your core. The whole population hops up and down, setting off your resonant modes. Their ideas flow through their feet, fertilizing the rootstock in your center. Then you erupt. | It feels funny when your people reproduce. As a whole, like a single organism, the population starts the vibrations. Seismic activity rumbles through your core. The whole population hops up and down, setting off your resonant modes. Their ideas flow through their feet, fertilizing the rootstock in your center. Then you erupt. | ||
| − | With lava flowing through your veins, you rock and you roll and you heave as a new generation of children come pouring out of your crevices. It hurts but it feels good, like scoring a goal in | + | With lava flowing through your veins, you rock and you roll and you heave as a new generation of children come pouring out of your crevices. It hurts but it feels good, like scoring a goal in Hoozion. |
| − | In their youth, the population of | + | In their youth, the population of Youians like to keep their feet wet. Apparently it helps to prevent accidental vibrations. A very sensitive topic. |
| − | Rogan’s people like their feet out in the open. But then, they use their feet to breathe. | + | Rogan’s people however like their feet out in the open. But then, they use their feet to breathe. |
That’s funny. | That’s funny. | ||
| − | You feel a tickling sensation. It starts at the tips of your mountains, and travels in forking paths down to sea level. Amid the raging flames of your red hot surface, little squirts | + | You feel a tickling sensation. It starts at the tips of your mountains, and travels in forking paths down to sea level. Amid the raging flames of your red hot surface, little squirts burst through your filaments. |
| − | You send out an extra stream of heat, through your underground network of | + | You send out an extra stream of heat, through your underground network of channels. The flame quenches the tickling sensation, at least for a while. |
The next time the tickling starts, it happens in the pits of your valleys. Right where your people are holding a hunting ceremony, if you’re not mistaken. | The next time the tickling starts, it happens in the pits of your valleys. Right where your people are holding a hunting ceremony, if you’re not mistaken. | ||
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“Relax,” says Rogan. “Let it rest a while. We’ll see if it hasn’t disappeared this time next year.” | “Relax,” says Rogan. “Let it rest a while. We’ll see if it hasn’t disappeared this time next year.” | ||
| − | Sure, you rumble. Tumbling through space, you continue to roll in your orbit around | + | Sure, you rumble. Tumbling through space, you continue to roll in your orbit around Tornuquirae. |
Halfway around, you split in half. | Halfway around, you split in half. | ||
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| + | * [[Phase Q/Cosmic Growth|Explode!]] | ||
| + | * [[Phase Q/Flight of the Planets|Split!]] | ||
{{Phase Q}} | {{Phase Q}} | ||
Latest revision as of 14:09, 12 October 2015
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
You and Rogan cross paths. Again.
Same this year. Same last year. Same next year.
Same every year. For the last thousand years. For the next thousand years.
Your orbits coincide, and once every year, your trajectory intersects Rogan’s.
Floating through space, round and round you go. Spinning about yourself, flying in circles.
Fun.
At first, it took some effort to acclimatize yourself to your orbit. Sometimes you felt a little far from Tornuquirae. A little cool.
Now you’ve got the swing of things. It comes naturally. There’s nothing for you even to do, really.
When your belly faces Tornuquirae, you feel things heat up. Metaphorically, too, as lots of the laborers and warriors live there, on that side of your body.
When your back faces Tornuquirae, you can hear the solid hum of a billion Youians moaning in unison.
Your population has grown over the years. At first you started with a few dedicated followers. Now you have a hard time even remembering individual names. Yet your people live on, creating works of art and warfare and commerce.
It feels funny when your people reproduce. As a whole, like a single organism, the population starts the vibrations. Seismic activity rumbles through your core. The whole population hops up and down, setting off your resonant modes. Their ideas flow through their feet, fertilizing the rootstock in your center. Then you erupt.
With lava flowing through your veins, you rock and you roll and you heave as a new generation of children come pouring out of your crevices. It hurts but it feels good, like scoring a goal in Hoozion.
In their youth, the population of Youians like to keep their feet wet. Apparently it helps to prevent accidental vibrations. A very sensitive topic.
Rogan’s people however like their feet out in the open. But then, they use their feet to breathe.
That’s funny.
You feel a tickling sensation. It starts at the tips of your mountains, and travels in forking paths down to sea level. Amid the raging flames of your red hot surface, little squirts burst through your filaments.
You send out an extra stream of heat, through your underground network of channels. The flame quenches the tickling sensation, at least for a while.
The next time the tickling starts, it happens in the pits of your valleys. Right where your people are holding a hunting ceremony, if you’re not mistaken.
“Do you feel anything?” You ask Rogan.
“Yeah, sure, I feel lots of things. Wind, rain, anger, pride. Why do you ask?”
You send out a huge plume of lava from an active volcano. Within it, you encode the message:
MY PEOPLE TICKLE.
Rogan cracks up. Waves of ice erupt from heaving tectonic plates.
“I’m not joking,” you say. “I think I’ve got an infestation of some kind. Maybe I’m sick?”
“Relax,” says Rogan. “Let it rest a while. We’ll see if it hasn’t disappeared this time next year.”
Sure, you rumble. Tumbling through space, you continue to roll in your orbit around Tornuquirae.
Halfway around, you split in half.
Phase Q: An interactive adventure.
