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This page lists recent journal entries by the characters of Profusion and MoonBurnt. To get your character's journal added to the list, contact the admin.

This is beta to the max. It works — when it works — by pulling the RSS or Atom feed for each journal, putting them together in a blender, then pouring them so the newest entries are on the top. It's all very technical, see. Don't be surprised if it dies, resurrects, and tries to eat your brains. It's already done that to poor Ree.

22:17 Every so often, he says something so sad that I feel sorry for the lunkhead: weft.livejournal.com/46016.html #

Source: Jaina Jade | 9 Mar 2010 | 8:00 am EST

Source: A Thing of Shreds and Patches | 8 Mar 2010 | 5:34 am EST

Source: curious_nico | 5 Mar 2010 | 7:03 pm EST

Source: curious_nico | 2 Mar 2010 | 11:47 am EST

Source: curious_nico | 25 Feb 2010 | 4:06 pm EST

Torturing people is a sin. It's also a horrible thing to do.

In my experience, people will do it to you if you don't do it to them first. That's how the world works, so it's best if you do it to them first, because at least then you know the torturer has ethics and restraint.

Source: A Thing of Shreds and Patches | 24 Feb 2010 | 11:16 am EST

20:04 Resumed activity around #profusion . I really owe Ice an explanation for being off the grid for so long, but I'm not sure I have one. Damn. #

Source: Jaina Jade | 23 Feb 2010 | 8:01 am EST

Weft: Well, it's just from personal experience. I've been beaten up by both kinds [of thug] and the ones who enjoy it are worse than the ones doing it for a paycheque.

Weft: Just like, there's a reason the public calls us Mercies instead of Sadistic Unrestrained Psychos.

(In actual fact, I think there's a fair subset of the population inclined towards the latter appellation.)

Source: Suitov's notebook | 20 Feb 2010 | 11:40 am EST

The first question my master ever asked me, after he looked at the samples of my work, was "Who is men's fashion for?"

"For men," I said.

"Wrong," he said, which made me nervous, because if rejected me I wouldn't be able to carry out my assignment. I'd only just met him for the first time, but watching him inspect my embroidery felt weirdly intimate - like he was accepting or rejecting my whole being.

He went on, "That a wide-eyed youngster like you would hold that misconception, I'm not altogether surprised. But what any apprentice tailor must know is that men's fashion is for women."

I wasn't sure what he was driving at, and waiting for his eventual "no" was making me more nervous than routine undercover work might be expected to.

He must have seen my blank look, because he explained. "Men wear beautiful clothes for women. If a boy doesn't have a womanfriend, he dresses to attract one. If a boy's seeing a woman, he dresses to keep her. When they marry, he dresses to promote their partnership - and to remind her what she's got, of course. So. You see. Men's fashion is all about women."

"But boys like to look at each other's clothes too," I pointed out hesitantly.

"Oh, of course. But when you show your friends your new outfit, what do they say? It's beautiful, I love it, or it's beautiful, the women will love it?"

Never having had new clothes, or friends outside the order to show them to, I said "Um..."

The master tailor smiled. My obvious inexperience in some areas never did fail to amuse him. (And his daughter. Miss Luvim...) "I assure you," he said, "it's the second one. In women's fashion it's the same, only with a little more status and jealousy thrown in."

"Oh," I said, twisting one of my braid samples in my lap and feeling like an idiot and wishing he would put me out of my misery.

"Would you look at yourself?" the master abruptly said. "You look like you're at your own execution, boy. If I tell you I'm accepting you, will you stop squirming? You're making me nervous."

"Sorry si... I mean, accepting?"

"Yes. No false modesty now, boy. You've got talent - you must know it, or you wouldn't have come here. You're older than my usual apprenticeships and your whitework¹ needs a lot of work, but you have it in there." He pointed to my chest, where my heart was thumping like it never had any of the times I'd stalked down and murdered people twice my size. "Yarnwork is in your heart, boy. That can't be taught."

It's one thing thinking you've got an aptitude for something, even having members of your family say you're good at it, but hearing it from someone who'd put his whole life into textiles felt amazing. In a good way, but amazing still.

"Thank you, master," I said.

"Now, go and introduce yourself to Luvim. You may think you only have to impress me, but you haven't met my daughter. You'll soon realise who the authority is around this place."

"Yes master," I said, and hurried off. I did meet Miss Luvim and got to know her well, but that's not a story I feel like talking about.

¹ Whitework, in which the thread is the same colour as the fabric. In Offwhite City, actual white fabric is reserved for royalty, so embroidery that uses the natural creamy colour of their silks would more accurately be "offwhite-work". -- Author

Source: A Thing of Shreds and Patches | 7 Feb 2010 | 3:45 pm EST

Namely, "what passes for adult publications in the Twine Wars 'verse?"

Playmage

A scurrilous succession of sorcerous minxes - male, female, unidentified, extraplanar and other - show off their spells and much more besides. Includes plenty of space for notes, as well as the most stringent disclaimers.

This quarter's guest editor: Valdemar

Shiny, shiny, magical swords seem to be the order of this trimonth, which sees most of the models hefting one or more edged weapons. Sword-mage Varla says: "Exploiting your foibles is my forte!" Gronnla is more straightforward: "I stab you with my +3 xiphoi then I fireballs your corpse! That innu-endo. What you say, handsome?"

Playdragon

The ONLY™ magazine printed on Kevlar™, whose pictorials use hundreds of precious-metallic inks. First issue comes with gigantic, steel-reinforced collector's case™. Tagline: Hoards you can ogle without getting your throat ripped out™

This year's guest editor: Ayu-Asra

Articles include "Fish fish fish fish fish", "Tweet. Tweet tweet squawk whistle HOOT" and "Foooooooood". Free CD containing a selection of noises in attractive, easy-to-mimic chunks. The year's draconic models all have two or more heads.

Playwolf

Olfactory publication; contains few words. Free rawhide chew with first issue.

This month's guest editor: Hrian

We thought Hrian was asking to be paid in pork chops, but it turned out that these were to form a large portion of the month's content, too. New model Rottenfang says "Look after pups while hunt, you!" Yes yes YES, alpha ma'am!

Praymonk

Contains soothing pictures of smiling faces and hard-hitting articles like "I'm addicted to prayer!", "Worried you're not pious enough?", "Outside the walls: Making sense of a scary world" and "I took a brick to the face for my order... after nine weeks of dentistry, I can smile again!"

This liturgical season's guest editor: Weft

Many knitting patterns are included, along with schmaltzy, tear-jerking stories about broken hearts, murder and lovely duty.

Playdemon

This comes as a standard blue globe, intended to be internalised and then explored. It's very exciting, but you don't have the right organs for me to explain exactly how.

Source: Ishtar's Writing Blog | 1 Feb 2010 | 8:59 am EST

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