noraanon's novel

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As you lose yourself in the beauty of the sky you draw by instinct the contours of today's changes. The tangible darkness reminds you of a quote from your friend's many collections of poetry, "Perception is that which one thinks to see, and thus fails to understand. For if, in the mind I could comprehend my vision, so too could I control it, and it would die. But the Dark inhabits more than the light, and unknowing more than knowing. Embrace the Dark for it sews a necessary stitch of existence, and in it is the joy of discovery. Too true light doth burn, and too brilliant it's glory. We have naught but this in Our Dark World, to hold hands, and sing." -Renowned Buisnessman, Troll Donald Trump.
While you have only an educated guess at what it means, you are on the other hand, entirely certain Troll Donald Trump said this. There is no doubt in your mind. Now...
Your thoughts are free to be stirred and you recollect the history of this telescope. It is very old despite its good condition, you have had it ever since you were very young. Inscribed on the underside is the name of your closest friend, and her esper handle along side it.
What is peculiar about this fact is you've had this thing since before you knew her. The inscription is how you found your friend in the first place, while scouring for a particularly good FLARP teammate. Ah those were the days, you and her were unstoppable, The Sky Duo being the moniker your enemies placed on you. Simpler times, you were innocent then, innocent to the massive burdens you carry now. You suppose the burden is lightened somewhat by another willing to share its secrecy. She has done this for you, and ever since you have been waxing closer from the pale quadrant to the flushed one. You are still very young, but you feel so much older, except when you spend time with your Moirail. At those happy encounters, the both of you are ageless.
You have been meaning to contact her before today, but have been preoccupied. You will do so now, you have to set time apart for her Wriggling Day. She thinks it's nothing of importance, but you take any excuse just to talk together. If everything works out, she'll be enamored by your presents, and you can start a nice conversation, culminating in the question you want to ask her. The one that has been on your mind for some while.
You feel flustered to guess at what her response will be. This is normally not the case. You are always so adept with a plethora of things, but love is not one of them. You've tried to follow a set list of tasks, but romance you find cannot be checked off like Water the Plants or Practice the Cello. If only it wasn't so complex, not that you don't solve complex problems all the time, but it's a different sort. You think she shares your struggle, another thing you both have in common. Oh look, the map is done!

> ENGAGE PLANS
Caelia takes the map and returns to her respite block. After pinning it to her wall with the rest and getting a snapshot of it, she sits down at her computer to message her Moirail and send her Her wriggling day gifts.
She has the following conversation with intermission seen directly below.
http://pastebin.com/CWL1EzjU
> SEND THE PACKAGE ALREADY
You are excited that she is excited! Your conversations always seem like subdued versions of both of your real feelings, and there always extra flack from you two for some reason. You guess it's just in good fun and part of your friends personality. You quickly sendificate the package to her and return to the computer to see her reaction. This is exactly what she wanted plus more, but you prefer her to find out rather than you telling her.
(If you haven't read the re5t of the conver5ation, do 5o now. If you have, you may proceed to the next command5.)

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Well now that's taken care of. You know she'll do plenty of tests on it to work out the kinks. You suppose you'll check in again to see how she's doing tommorow, it'll likely take that long before she's done. Wow is it that time already? All your house cleaning and gift giving took up more time than you thought.
There's nothing you need to do at the moment and you don't feel like going downstairs again. You might as well check on one of the subjects of your discovery. One of their wriggling day's is tomorrow, but their species call them something else which you don't bother to remember, "bathing days" was it? It wouldn't be on your mind if you didn't feel a duty to protect these creatures, and occasionally indulge in their wants and desires. Such is your lot as their benevolent diety.
> MESSAGE A SUBJECT OF YOUR DISCOVERY
(place To be made convo w/ Somebody Human here)
Well, you'll get to her tommorow when you send her those aforementioned "rad gifts". Being such a fantastic guardian to them is really demanding! The night is not yet over, so you decide to read an excerpt from one of your favorite books on old myth/history. It's so old, who knows whether the events really happened. You like to think they did though, you can relate well to the stories of this woman, and she provides you with so much helpful wisdom.
> READ OLD TEXTS
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-wRMYIJlaWqC5lWjAD22MJ2h059n9IP_5GwV1-_RZHg/edit?usp=docslist_api
You read the first epic again, about the twinned friends. You've reviewed it quite a few times. You thank the scribe who pieced together the missing letters and documents from age and misuse. Odd that some of the entries are well preserved, while others are mysteriously vague. You still wonder who the compiler was addressing with all these concerns, it's quite a lot for no one in particular.
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Yawn It's about time to sleep, and you're more than ready, working all day physically and mentally can take a toll if you're not careful. You decide that's enough reading as you put the transcripts aside and slide into your recuparacoon. Your mind drifts off in visual and musical ethereality.

> CAELIA, SLEEP
You are aware you are dreaming, but it feels like you're still in your room. How bland and boring, you imagine up your cello and start playing something cool with your mind. While you're jamming out, you spy something written on the walls. Wait it's gone, never mind. That was weird. The cello is gone too.
You feel like looking out the window. You do not remember having a window, but see one right in front you. You peer out, first seeing the landscape around your hive, but it seems to slowly fade away into darkness. You cannot describe what you are seeing, but it is beginning to make you feel uneasy. Everything's starting to go black, flecks of color start bombarding your eyes. WHAT'S HAPPENI--
You wake up, feeling rested. You have no idea what you dreamed about last night or if you even dreamed at all. You don't give it a second thought because it's not important. There's no point in lying about. You get up out of bed ready to complete your schedule in a timely and forthright manner.

A SUMMARY for /u/AnionCation WITH SOME LIBERTY TAKEN
>BEGIN SCHEDULE
You immediately wash up and change into a clean outfit identical to nearly all your other outfits. It's still early but you go and check your computer for any responses. Rather than messages you find your computer has some notifications for you. They are notifying several updates that happened overnight. Your matesprit must have set your computer to auto update recently? Normally you don't let things change on their own without your approval.
Firstly, it looks like Esperchum has updated. You used to use ServicableMessager, due to its convenience and simplicity. Your friends all prefer the Esperchum chat program instead, and you find it easier to contact them there, if a little more fruity. Speaking of which, the update seems to be that you can now type in six more colors. How amazing.
It also seems your browser, Enigmatic Quantity,has updated. It's new features principally seem to be a "Compulsory Download" software. It, "Straight up downloads ads and runs them on your computer---The way it should be!" You are certain this program is meant to convince you to buy more things and not just find a way around the ads.
Finally, your antivirus program updated, it now does not care about ads.
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You are so enraged by this product pushing drek that you cannot even begin to voice how upset you are! Which is good because it is common knowledge complaining about ads vocally was made a government offense 2 years ago, and is punishable by a 30% off voucher. Sweet mercy, the cold iron savings. It makes you shiver.
Wait no, you're actually feeling cold. There's a draft coming from somewhere. The sudden wind is a little chilling, but not overly uncomfortable. How odd, considering you keep everything in your house sealed tightly.
You inspect your surroundings for any suspicious clues. Searching for an explanation to the mystery. You find some small cracks in the corner between one of your walls and the ceiling. You decide these are unimportant and will surely in no way affect you later, they are completely irrelevant.

> VISIT YOUR STUDY
You go downstairs and through your secret bookcase to find your study is surprisingly, amazingly, and most of all astoundingly....
Exactly how you expected it to be.
After inspecting a lot of important documents and drawings; All of which were pertinent to your many plans, and none of which you let catch the glimpse of any would be viewer, you go over to a work table. You inspect the machinery on it, some advanced robotics you assume. You're following the step by step instructions of gF over your tablet, which is also lying on this table.
You take the opportunity to view it for any messages, since you don't have a browser or antivirus system on here, it's unaffected by the "updates". You message your friend about your problem and ask if she can help ensure you stay off the grid, you don't have time for authoritarian spam. Hopefully she sees it soon, she always likes solving tech problems.
You don't really feel like working on anything right now, and you don't want to trek all the way downstairs. Maybe if you return to the roof you can call your HippocampDad. He never lets you swim in the river, so inspecting it with him is the closest you'll get. Plus afterwords he can drop you off at base level, making your journey a little faster than the speed of teleportation pads and a few staircases.

> RETURN TO YOUR ROOF
After putting your stuff back in a neat and organized manner as you can manage, you sure do have a lot of paper piles, you simply skip forward straight to arriving on your roof, no ascending descriptors necessary. Those were getting kind of old anyways.
Once on the roof, a gust of wind blows through your hair and it waves behind your head as you take a second to appreciate your view. You forgot how much you love it up here, when you're not looking at the sky, the view below is great too. Grand purples mountains stand in the background, looming over the grassy hills and plains, with winding rivers running through. A patch of shady forest in the corner contrasts the vast and open land. Behind you the delta spreads out and on the horizon, you swear you can see the sea. Everything is tinged in blues and purples aside from the faint Amber glows of the last hints at sunlight in patches across the overlay.
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Caelia is seen calling her lusus, who appears and lands on the roof. Moving images suggest views of them flying over the landscape and close above the surface of the water. One of the memetic Homestuck images of someone riding a creature enthusiastically may be seen with the subjects being Caelia on her flying fish horse. Lastly, she is seen being deposited at the entrance to her hive as the Lusus flies off into the sky and out of visible range.
> ENTER LOWER FLOORS
After waving bye to your largely self sufficient custodian, you enter into your Hive. You make a reapectful nod to one of your large oil painting portraits as you go upstairs. You like to think you show proper respect to all the paintings in your house, they are in a way, your permanent guests.
You arrive in the lounge, and notice you left your phone on one of the tables. You go to pick it up but accidentally try to captchalouge it. It tries to fly out of your sylladex with no matched pair, but you make a sweet catch and prevent your phone from getting smashed. Now it's in your hand though, and you suspect perhaps that was just a complete waste of time.
You move to put the phone in your POCKET but find that something is already in that space. You take whatever is in your pocket out and look at it, it's a multi utility knife, which clearly should go in your WEAPON space. What were you thinking?
You equip your multi utility knife to your strife specibus and it goes in with your collection of knives. You just sort of, hold on to your phone, you guess. But you hold onto it in a way that keeps your very visible arms free and the phone is concealed in a convenient inseam of your clothing. All of this is making you hungry, you go into your kitchen to the right and look for some food.

> PERUSE KITCHEN FOR FOOD
Yeah, there was pretty much no way your kitchen wouldn't be chock full of knives. You're not even sure what half of these are for. Maybe if you didn't have such an obsession with the short handed blade, you'd have more room for actually edible things in here. But, as everyone is well aware, addiction is a powerful thing.
Skirting around the sharp instruments you do find some goods in your pantry, you're not overly hungry so you simply grab a pear. What? It's just a pear. Were you expecting something else? You eat it and captchalouge the three seeds from the fruit. You might as well use these. Gardening has its own inherent benefits sometimes.
You might as well go over to the dining room and view your cool display items. Just looking at them reminds you of your exciting past experiences. Contrasting your current boring ones happening today.
> CROSS TO DINING ROOM
Everything looks exactly like you left it yesterday. Clean and organized chairs, though, it isn't satisfying to you as normally it would be. Instead seeing all the empty spots feels rather... lonely. You spare these sad distractions no more time and examine your impressive display case instead, yet your depression lingers in the back of your mind unappeased.
In the display case are many different items, precious gems, ceremonial knives, important letters, one is written by your Matesprit, it's from your previous wriggling day. You keep it here to remind you about the riddle she gave you, you haven't solved it yet, but you know it has to do with the cue stick lying uselessly in your strife specibus. You and she both know you don't play billiards, so initially it struck you as a weird gift.
With the riddle though, it gives you a sense of intrigue, almost like solving a crime or designing the perfect gazebo. You consider revisiting the riddle but remembering your past wriggling day reminds you it's your human friend's wriggling day today! You mean bathing day or whatever. The names not important but you gotta message her now!
You have this conversation with your most proper human friend.

> PROCEED WITH RIDDLE
Well you feel more educated now on humans, and in a nice casual way, not like that heavy handed "Mission" you once had. Sheesh that was so silly of you, and you suppose sort of controlling of your friends on your part. It's too bad she's busy with her aunt, you don't want to interrupt her day, but she's so enjoyable to talk to, at least compared to exactly no one which is the current number of trolls here with you.
You think now is a great time to try and solve that riddle, you take the letter out of the case and equip your clunky cue stick, it's so unwieldy! You return to the lounge and sit down with both for a good hard investigation.