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There is no such thing as a daily standup meeting.

I disavow it.

Polkadot Ambulance

Video Gamer

Lookin' through glass eyes
Give it a few tries
Nothing goes right in its time

It started, as many things do, with a book.

A notebook, spiral-bound, filled with all kinds of notes. Scrawled out names and definitions, diagrams of all shapes and sizes, details on all the major inventions--mechanical and arcane--of the last fifty years. Or, at least, as many as Nia could manage to jot down. She'd been at this for nearly a full year, reading every book she could find on engineering, technomancy, physics, mathematics, hard and soft sciences... She'd read up on programming, of all things. She didn't even own a computer!

Which was why she wound up so often in the Summit Library, natch. Between shifts on her family's farm and tinkering with whatever she could find (usually resulting in a cut, burn, bruise, or small explosion), the stacks of at least 50 books were Nia's refuge. A nice book, a few colored pens, her fantastic notebook, and one too many cups of coffee always accompanied her to the softest, squashiest armchair she could find.

Today, though, as she settled into her third-favorite chair (the first two taken, as often they were), she seemed to fidget on the red suede. Nia's gaze wandered in every direction, instead of staying firmly planted on the drawing of the internals of a cat's anatomy on the page before her. Today had been a supremely jumpy day since she'd woken up, two hours earlier than normal, unable to get back to sleep. She'd taken much longer than normal to finish her chores, constantly distracted. Something felt... off. She wasn't sure what. And while she felt apprehensive, some part of her was also excited. If something auspicious did happen, maybe she'd finally get to put all her notes to use?

If nothing else, maybe she'd need the energy, and finally finish that ever-present extra cup of coffee.

07:19

Joy c:

🛠

Targets
Eyeballs
Pencils
Game controllers
Letters

Name five things that make you smile

Organ (instrument)

Granted, but it's settled so well it never wants to leave or be digested.

I wish I didn't spend all of yesterday asleep. qnq

Days go by
しょうがない
Moments pass
Shattered glass
Hands of time
Where's that chime?
In my head
I'll just
I'll just
I'll just...

Yahoo!

Jewels. :3c

My favorite fruit is apples! They're sweet and crisp.

Gilded Vanity

Broccoli and cheddar.

Emily is Tussle Among Trees from the OMORI soundtrack!

Life.

:')

Turn to me
Tell me what you need
(Even if it's me to pack up all my stuff and leave)
Whisper with
Words still laced in blood
(Let the silence be the comfort that I never was)