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Her head rotated toward me and her mouth opened. The words it framed were not the sounds I heard as the voice echoed in my head. +"_GHAZGH THORESSHK ALLOSSA NUARANNAK!_" +The alien phrase that broke through her throat was not English, yet I understood it way so deep that it soaked my bones in an ancient dread. In that moment I knew their meaning more surely than I know my name, and yet as I try to remember it even now, the knowledge eludes me as my mind shields me from the horrors the memory holds. +"_GHAZGH THORESSHK ALLOSSA NUARANNAK!_" + +I had received the text from my mother near the end of the summer. "Come home Eric. Something's wrong with Sophie," was all it had said. There had been no salutation, and none of my mother's customary emojis, not even a "luv u, xxx." I had taken a train back to my parents' home in Reading that evening, and they had been hovering at the front door when I'd arrived. Now that they'd sat me down with a mug of tea, my mum began the tale. +"It started at that blasted bookshop. I shouldn't have let her wander around Tomesford alone." +"Mum, she's fourteen," I countered. "And Tomesford's just a village." +"I know that," she sighed, "but something were different that night. I dunno what, but it just were. Weren't it Henry?" she asked my father, but he was staring at his whisky. Not his first, by the look of things. +She was dropping her T's and H's. I hadn't heard her accent this strongly before. Even at Grandad's funeral she'd hidden it more successfully. +"What happened to her, Mum?" I asked. "Did someone hurt her? Which bookshop? I didn't know there was one in Tomesford." +"There isn't. Well, there is. It must've always been there, 'cause it certainly weren't new looking, but I'd never seen it before. Well, never noticed it anyway. Right creepy old shop. Gave me the proper willies it did." +"Did someone hurt her, Mum?" I pressed. +"No, nothing like that. Least, not that I can tell. She just... changed is all. It's like she walked out of the shop a different girl." She shivered, and her eyes flicked upwards, in the direction of Sophie's bedroom. +"Tell him about the book," my father said, speaking for the first time. +"A book?" I queried. +"The one she stole," he answered, his gaze upon his glass still unbroken. +"She didn't steal it, Henry" my mother interrupted. "How could she have? How could she fit that bloody great thing in that handbag of hers?" +"Well where else could she have found it, Jenny?" he snapped. +I felt I was still missing something. "Mum, Dad, what book? And what's wrong with my sister?" +"She hasn't got it anymore," my father explained. "Or maybe she hid it somewhere. Evil looking book it was. Bound in filthy leather, and pages all yellow and ratty. And it's in some strange language. Not even English looking letters - like Arabic or Chinese. Or Norse runes or heiroglyphs even, but she just sat on her bed all day reading the damned thing." His forehead wrinkled. "Now that I think about it, I can't even remember what the writing looked like. I feel like I ought to, but when I try to picture it, there's nothing." +"I'm going to see her," I decided, but my parents tensed with fear. "What?" I asked. "Is she asleep?" +They shared a frightened look and shook their heads. +Frustrated with the two of them, and more concerned than ever for my sister, I drew in a breath and headed for the stairs. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Book of Souls/outline/01-Scene_2.md b/Book of Souls/outline/01-Scene_2.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9280724 --- /dev/null +++ b/Book of Souls/outline/01-Scene_2.md @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +title: Scene 2 +ID: 2 +type: md +label: 4 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 3894 + + +"_GHAZGH THORESSHK ALLOSSA NUARANNAK!_" +The words left my ears ringing and my vision shadowed. I choked back bile as my insides heaved, and grabbed Sophie's desk to steady my swirling head. I was still gasping with unknowable terror when her polite giggle brought me to the surface. Light returned to the room and the floor steadied. +"Are you drunk, Eric?" she said, as if nothing had happened. As if no unholy, otherworldly thing had spoken from her lips. +"Um, no..." I stammered. "What was...?" +"What was what?" she asked, with a little bounce on the edge of her bed. +"What _was_ that, Soph?" I asked. "What did you just say?" +"Ghazgh thoresshk allossa nuarannak?" she laughed. There was no force or malevolence to the words this time. They were just words, spoken in her own voice. "Just a phrase I read somewhere. Ghazgh thoresshk allossa nuarannak! Catchy, right? It keeps popping into my head." +"Where the hell did you read that? What happened to you, Sophie? Mum and Dad said something about a bookshop." +"Oh, that? There's a bookshop in Tomesford. It's _sooo_ cool! You have to see it. I know you like old books too, and there's this funny old man who runs the place. At first I thought he was a weirdo, but he' s cool too. It's _totally_ retro! Like vintage retro, not ironic or hipstery." She frowned a little. "Anyway, what's so important about it? " +"Mum said that's where this... this thing happened to you. And Dad said you stole a book." +"Did not!" she exclaimed. "He _always_ does this. He thinks I'm some sort of juvenile delinquent, and Mum thinks I'm a child." +"Did you buy it then?" +"No, I didn't buy anything. And I certainly didn't steal anything. I don't know what they're talking about." +"So where did it come from?" I asked her. "The old book in the weird language?" +She rolled her eyes. "There is no book. I just went in, looked around, and left. Muu-uum! Daa-aad!" she shouted at the stairs, adding an extra syllable to each word. There was no reply. +With a growl of teenage indignation, she stalked downstairs, with me trailing her at a safe distance. +"What have you been saying about me?" I heard her accusing them. As I arrived in the living room, I witnessed an almost comical scene. Sophie was glaring at our parents, who were staring back at her, both frozen on the sofa. "Why did you tell Eric I stole a book? What's wrong with you?" +"Sweetie..." my mother whispered. "Sophie sweetie, you're downstairs." +Again, Sophie's eyes rolled. "Duuh! Very observant, Sherlock." +"Don't speak to your mother like that..." Dad began automatically, but Mum interrupted him. +"Sweetie, we were so worried about you! You've been in your room for two days! Have you finished your dinner? I left it in your room. Are you okay? Can I get you some tea, sweetie?" +"Stop calling me sweetie, Mum," she huffed. +"The bookshop," my father interrogated. He had gathered himself, and was determined to have his say before my mother's babbling resumed. "What happened? Tell us why you've been behaving so strangely, and tell us why you had that blasted book." His face softened. "I'm glad to see you're acting like yourself again. Now please tell us what's been going on, Sophie." +"Nothing!" she cried. "You're the ones who've been acting weird." +"Are you telling me you don't remember reading that book?" our father said, his brows drawing together. +"Ugh!" Sophie spat. "I don't know what you're talking about! This is just like last week when you grounded me, but you _knew_ it wasn't me who..." +"Now just a minute, young lady... " my father cautioned, putting his glass down and leaning forward, but Sophie was already stomping up the stairs. Two seconds later the slam of her bedroom door sounded from above, followed shortly by the loud music. She locked the door, and refused to speak to anyone for the remainder of the evening. I did not uncover any further fragments of the mystery until the following day. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Book of Souls/outline/02-Scene_3.md b/Book of Souls/outline/02-Scene_3.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7bb88b9 --- /dev/null +++ b/Book of Souls/outline/02-Scene_3.md @@ -0,0 +1,12 @@ +title: Scene 3 +ID: 3 +type: md +label: 4 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 1376 + + +My sleep that night was dark and troubled. Even now, I struggle to remember my dreams, for the fear and unease the recollection brings. I do, however, remember chasing Sophie through rows of dusty bookshelves that became cobbled streets that changed into stone corridors that became bookshelves again. She fled, whimpering and trembling, in a torn and blackend dress. I called out again and again, tripping over fallen books, dodging lampposts and straining through the darkness for a glimpse of her skirts flashing around a corner or her golden hair whipping between the shelves. +The most terrifying part of my dream, however, was the darkness that pursued her. I have not the courage to allow myself to remember everything, lest the full horror of the nightmare return, but I shall recount as many details as I dare. It had eyes - greedy, unblinking eyes - and limbs... those terrible grasping appendages of shadow and smoke. As it gave chase it consumed all light and colour, snuffing out gaslights in the olden streets and sucking the flames away from candles and lanterns in the rows of books. +I woke in damp and tangled sheets, with aching joints and a raw and swollen throat. When my panic subsided as I recognised my parent's spare room, I remembered my purpose here in Reading. The bookshop. I had to find it and uncover the terrible secret of what had befallen Sophie. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Book of Souls/outline/03-Scene_4.md b/Book of Souls/outline/03-Scene_4.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..114c631 --- /dev/null +++ b/Book of Souls/outline/03-Scene_4.md @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +title: Scene 4 +ID: 4 +type: md +label: 4 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 1788 + + +After alighting at Tomesford's only bus stop early the next morning, I searched the high street, but the closest thing to a bookshop was a newspaper stand. Next I looked along the old towpath. There was a row of houses and a pub - the George and Lion - , opposite several canal boats in various states of repair - but still no bookshop. +I asked the bartender, but received only a blank look and a shake of the head. Shopkeepers and locals and all gave me no answers, and I considered returning to Tomesford with Sophie, although my instinct was to keep her away from this oddly quiet village. Something menacing was gnawing at the edges of my attention. +The sky was darkening and a few heavy drops of rain marked the stone slabs of the towpath as I made made my way back to the bus stop. I stuck to the sides of the streets to shelter under the eaves, wishing for an umbrella and pondering my next course of inquiry. Could my parents have been mistaken? Had Sophie made it all up? No, that was impossible. The evil that had taken hold of her was unquestionably, dreadfully real. +As I came to a halt, I suddenly noticed my surroundings. I was not in the Tomesford high street. The quaint cobbled road beneath my feet had simply not been here when I had scouted the village. Ahead of me was not the bus stop, but the bookshop. Old, cozy, and inviting, this was _the_ bookshop - of that I had no doubt. Beside me, a Victorian gaslamp hissed in the rain. +The gnawing unease now made sense - as soon as my attention had turned inwards, another will had subtly steered my feet, walking me into this cryptic street like a marionette. I fought the urge to bolt, to flee somewhere that didn't make me doubt my sanity, but I needed answers. I had to know what this accursed shop had done to my sister. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Book of Souls/outline/04-Scene_5.md b/Book of Souls/outline/04-Scene_5.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5fb0113 --- /dev/null +++ b/Book of Souls/outline/04-Scene_5.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +title: Scene 5 +ID: 5 +type: md +label: 4 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 2992 + + +The heavy door swung silently inwards at my push. A quiet bell tinkled, and ancient floorboards groaned faintly as I crept inside. The little daylight that shone through the lead-paned windows was aided by copper lanterns, and one dim, antiquated light bulb. The air smelled of dust, lamp oil and something slightly sour. Mismatched bookshelves lined the walls from uneven floor to low, wood-beamed ceiling. +"How do you do, sir," whispered a sudden voice. I sprang to face the speaker - an old man in a black coat and top hat. He stood silently where there had been no-one moments ago. "May I be of assistance?" +"How... Where did you come from?" I choked, pushing down the feeling of needles on the back of my neck. +"Where I come from is a long story," he said, pretending to misunderstand me. "Do you have a particular book in mind?" +I noted his unusual attire. Like my surroundings, he appeared to be of an earlier century. His frame was skeletal, his skin blotched and papery, and his eyes deep and yellowed. He should have been too frail to walk, let alone creep up on me, but something in his bearing kept me wary. His lips pulled open in a crooked smile and he raised his hat, letting a few wisps of bone-white hair escape. +"Good afternoon," I greeted, matching his formality. "I'm here to find out what happened to my sister two days ago." +"Ah, the lovely young lady with the honeyed hair," he recalled. "Such an intelligent lass. She took a special interest in the _old_ books." As he spoke the word 'old' the lightbulb flickered and a cold wind whispered through the maze of shelves behind me. It was the English word, but in the strange man's voice it had another meaning behind simply the description of age. A deeper, fouler meaning that woke primeval memories of terror and despair. +"Alas, the _old_ shelves are now barred to customers." His gaze flashed towards a low stone doorway I had not yet noticed. +Before he could continue, I strode through, into an even dimmer chamber. The shelves here were carven from a dark and twisted wood, and stretched far into a shadowy, unsettling distance. The books upon them were ancient and sinister, each of a different size and thickness, but all were bound in dark leather embossed with that indescribable writing of which my father had spoken. I cannot recall that dark alphabet even now - I dare not. When I remember the jagged alien characters, they crawl and pulse in my mind. My fingers twitch, and I must strain my will to prevent my hand from scrawling them upon this page. +I stood dumb in the aisle, cursing my own courage and overcome by the hideous immensity of the evil into which I had foolishly charged. The night's dream rushed back to me - the cobbled street, the twisting bookshelves... I knew then that the shapeless shadow would appear and pursue me through this labyrinth. +"Eric?" called a soft voice from within the shelves. My sister's voice. +"Sophie!" I bellowed. "We have to get out of here! 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I was worthless and invisible. When I picked the wrong pocket (it was Banks's pocket) I was shown mercy and given a chance. I'm afraid that I don't belong among the lawkeepers, and it's only a matter of time before my colleagues and superiors realise that I'll never be anything but street muck. +Goal: #### Safety and Control + + If I'm the best at what I do, they'll see my value. I have to excel in order +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: I'm Jack. I +Color: #b9f4fd diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/104-Inspector_Carruthers.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/104-Inspector_Carruthers.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4a843bc --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/104-Inspector_Carruthers.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +Name: Inspector Carruthers +ID: 104 +Importance: 0 +POV: True +Motivation: Investigate shrythers. +Color: #b792d9 diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/16-Mei_Hwen.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/16-Mei_Hwen.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ddaebe9 --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/16-Mei_Hwen.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +Name: Mei Hwen +ID: 16 +Importance: 1 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Member of Jack's squad +Color: #b3f6db diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/2-Uncle_H.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/2-Uncle_H.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..80676e7 --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/2-Uncle_H.txt @@ -0,0 +1,8 @@ +Name: Uncle H +ID: 2 +Importance: 0 +POV: False +Full Summary: Cassie's uncle. + + A bit of a scoundrel who was almost a lawyer +Color: #dcacc6 diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/24-Felicity.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/24-Felicity.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e218bd9 --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/24-Felicity.txt @@ -0,0 +1,12 @@ +Name: Felicity +ID: 24 +Importance: 1 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Cassie's chronotwin. Was jailed for murder at 16 when Cassie shrothe the corpses into her timeline. + + When Cassie shoved the wounds onto her, she had just finished in the woods. The rush of guilt and rage gave (and physical injuries) permanently altered her sexuality. Desire is now always linked to rage and hatred, she can only gain pleasure from violence. +Color: #f8c3db diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/25-Cece.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/25-Cece.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..791ad76 --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/25-Cece.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +Name: Cece +ID: 25 +Importance: 1 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Cecelia Whethers +Color: #da958d diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/27-Addy_d-Eagle.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/27-Addy_d-Eagle.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d86f056 --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/27-Addy_d-Eagle.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +Name: Addy d'Eagle +ID: 27 +Importance: 1 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Member of Jack's squad +Color: #9a93b8 diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/28-Warlock.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/28-Warlock.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..23a84b2 --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/28-Warlock.txt @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +Name: Warlock +ID: 28 +Importance: 1 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Chonomancer / Fly's friend and former lover. + + He told the CA about Haan and the anchor. + Warlock supplied the anchor to Haan. + Warlock located the anchor somehow? and set Haan up to take the fall + + "You didn't think I knew it was you, killing them all, did you? Every lover I've taken since I ditched you! You murdered every single one, Fly!" +Color: #ccb4cb diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/29-Haan.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/29-Haan.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..208f8e9 --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/29-Haan.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +Name: Haan +ID: 29 +Importance: 0 +POV: False +Full Summary: He sold Fly the ring, then ratted on her to the CA +Color: #c0b9a6 diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/3-Fly.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/3-Fly.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..acbdeb1 --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/3-Fly.txt @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +Name: Fly +ID: 3 +Importance: 2 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: kill Cassie, absorb her power + #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Paragraph Summary: Assassin/ one of Cassie's chronotwins. +Full Summary: #Interview with Fly +Notes: A +Color: #f19f83 diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/4-Russ_Aractos.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/4-Russ_Aractos.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6517e91 --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/4-Russ_Aractos.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +Name: Russ Aractos +ID: 4 +Importance: 0 +POV: False +Full Summary: Cosantor-marshall Russ Arractos + + Jack's boss. + + Head of the T +Color: #8acfc1 diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/5-Banks.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/5-Banks.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5bc3c8a --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/5-Banks.txt @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +Name: Banks +ID: 5 +Importance: 1 +POV: False +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Cosantor-Sergeant Banks + + Chronotwin of Warlock + + From a similar timeline to Cassie (forked in 1980s, still not connected to the T3) +Color: #f984f0 diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/6-Rose_Caylitch.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/6-Rose_Caylitch.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..286dc0c --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/6-Rose_Caylitch.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +Name: Rose Caylitch +ID: 6 +Importance: 1 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Cassie's Mum +Color: #d4a3ea diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/7-Mark-Mike-Mick.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/7-Mark-Mike-Mick.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f4b15f8 --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/7-Mark-Mike-Mick.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +Name: Mark/Mike/Mick +ID: 7 +Importance: 0 +POV: False +Full Summary: Cassie meets him at the bonfire night. +Color: #95b6c7 diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/8-Perps.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/8-Perps.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e1f4836 --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/characters/8-Perps.txt @@ -0,0 +1,9 @@ +Name: Perps +ID: 8 +Importance: 0 +POV: False +Full Summary: Attack Cece in the woods on Bonfire Night + + 1. Matthew Finch - the "brains." Bought Cece a drink. Cassie killed him with his knife + 2. Gareth Heaney - the thug. Cassie impaled him on a sharp stick and stomped on his neck +Color: #deac80 diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/infos.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/infos.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bc92468 --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/infos.txt @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +Title: Chronoshryther +Subtitle: Chronoshryther +Author: Gordon Grant-Stuart diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/labels.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/labels.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..45306c4 --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/labels.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +Idea: #ffff00 +Note: #00ff00 +Chapter: #0000ff +Scene: #ff0000 +Research: #00ffff +Pivotal Scene: #cc02d3 diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/0-Cassie_escapes_Fly.md b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/0-Cassie_escapes_Fly.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..59f1f0c --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/0-Cassie_escapes_Fly.md @@ -0,0 +1,38 @@ +title: Cassie escapes Fly +ID: 14 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 4343 + + +Cassie was walking to the station when the madness hit her. She could usually tell when it was on the way, but this time it came out of nowhere. She wasn't feeling anger or fear, and there were no loud noises or flashes of light. Nothing had happened to set it off. She stopped and looked around, searching for anything unusual that might have triggered it. Ahead of her, the footpath led to an underpass beneath a busy street. Cassie scanned her surroundings, but saw nobody else on the path. She closed her eyes with a squeeze, took three deep breaths, and told herself to hurry onward. +The episodes Cassie thought of as simply "the madness" always began with a pounding in her head and a floating sensation. Not dizziness exactly, but the feeling of being *not quite there* - of floating outside of reality looking in. Next would come the blurred vision. Again, it wasn't blurring exactly - every movement would leave a transparent trail, like the after-image of a lightbulb. After that would come the confusion; that was the part that really frightened her. +The feeling of incoming madness wasn't subsiding. She felt an icy spike of fear as the pounding started up in her head. She'd always had several minutes warning before the head-pounding stage - it had never built up this quickly before. She looked around for somewhere to sit with her eyes closed and hide, but the underpass was featureless - nothing but graffitied walls and a filthy concrete floor. Fluorescent lights buzzed in rusty cages, and traffic rumbled above her. She kept her eyes on her feet and sped up. Her boots were already leaving ghostly trails with each step. If she didn't hurry up and find somewhere to stash herself, she'd be in trouble. +The exit to the underpass fuzzed and tried to stretch away from her. She was about to break into a run when a figure blocked her path. Or was it two figures? No, it was one. It was wearing a long black coat with a deep hood. The shape's right hand whipped out of its pocket, and Cassie saw the glint of a blade. Of two blades! Three! No, there was only one blade. Was there? Oh God, the confusion had started already! +Three arms shot forth, stabbing at her neck, chest and gut - and simultaneously they didn't. Cassie leapt back, and the phantom arms faded away. The stranger had only one knife, held loosely at his side. How was she supposed to survive this if she couldn't tell what was real? Was *he* even real? Her head pounded from the madness, her heart from terror as the stranger stalked forwards with a careless grace. A gust of wind from the tunnel his hood back. No, her hood - the attacker was a woman. +Her dark brown hair was cut into a short mohawk and a black mask stencilled with a demonic grin covered the lower half of her face. Cassie leapt in fright, but it wasn't the sinister mask that terrified her - it was the woman's eyes. +Cassie couldn't see them. +She could see the attacker's narrowed eyelids and thick lashes; she could see the scar crossing the woman's eye from brow to cheek, but her eyes themselves were two blurry patches of nothingness. Two holes in reality. +Cassie spun and ran back down the tunnel. The hallucinations and confusion were now so intense that she could barely see. Noises from the street above were blending into a muffled roar. The only sounds she could hear with clarity were the terrifying woman's footsteps, gaining on her. There was a shout - a man's voice - and someone wrenched her aside. +A gunshot cracked the air right above Cassie's head. +She heard more shouting, then a shout, and then gunshots from several directions. A knife flew straight towards her eye, but vanished in mid-air. She thought she felt the echo of pain where it would've blinded her, but in the confusion and terror of the madness, nothing felt real. +Her rescuer pulled her to the ground, one arm firm around her waist and the other hand firing a pistol. The man holstered his gun and reached for something she couldn't see. +"Try to hold still, ma'am," he whispered, his voice now the only thing that sounded real in the chaos. "We have this under control. Now I must apologise for the next part." +She felt the sting of a needle, and a heavy slick of numbness slid over her limbs. The last thing she saw before her eyes closed themselves was a flash of curly blonde hair as she was lowered to the ground. + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/1-Fly_returns_to_Wei_Long.md b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/1-Fly_returns_to_Wei_Long.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3d8f20b --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/1-Fly_returns_to_Wei_Long.md @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +title: Fly returns to Wei Long +ID: 4 +type: md +POV: 3 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 5940 + + +Fly cursed as she *shrothe* back to the year 2139. She fell to the floor of her cramped room, throwing her useless knife into the wall. That had been *her*! She'd almost killed Cassandra Caylitch. The *right* Cassandra Caylitch this time. Fly winced as she pulled off her left boot and clutched her bleeding leg. The bullet was still lodged in her calf muscle. +That timeline was supposed to have been clear, but the Cosantori had appeared out of nowhere. How the hell did they know? She was *Fly*! They couldn't have traced her - nobody traces the Fly. +On top of all that, she was nearly out of *Time*. +The door to her room was still locked - not that she expected otherwise. She'd left a nasty little surprise on the latch. If anyone had been snooping, there wouldn't be a room left for her to shrythe into. Heaving herself onto her bunk, she unclipped her mask. The air in here was as clean as the AC could get it - breathable, but still foul - but the mask was stifling. +Fly pulled a medpack from the bedside cabinet, fumbled a numbing dart from its wrapper and jabbed it into her leg. It stung for a second, but then the anaesthetic spread, blessedly killing the pain. She made another knife appear from her coat and cursed again as she cut the trousers away from the wound. She dug the bullet out with the tip of her blade and squeezed her last tube of nanoplast into the wound. The clear gel flowed into the muscle and across bone, turning opaque as it got to work. The wound would be healed by morning; the rage and disappointment, however, would take far longer. +"Fuck!" she shrieked, finally letting her composure slip. "Fuck fuck FUCK!" +She punched the wall until her knuckles dripped red. Somehow a squad of Cosantori Aeturnix had been waiting for her. Had they finally recruited a shryther capable of tracking the Fly? Not bloody likely. She'd been dancing rings around Cozzers for almost twenty of her ownyears. The Fly was on wanted lists right across the Ten Thousand Timelines. She'd seen her face on wanted posters in 1363 and in datacasts as far downstream as 2304, but she'd never seen it in a mugshot. The Fly was uncatchable, which meant only one thing: Someone had ratted her out. +Still swearing under her breath, she slipped a cartridge of 3Fall Green from her pocket. She bit down on its mouthpiece and inhaled deeply, breathing in a full dose of the drug. The world wobbled, and shimmers of contentment rolled up and down her body. The high from 3Fall was enjoyable, but it dulled her sense of *time*. She existed almost entirely in the present now - the past and future were just dull echoes in her mind. It made her feel less *real*. She sighed and flopped down onto her bed, blowing a stream of slightly green psychoactive vapour at the ceiling. +Shrything was almost impossible on Green, but she wouldn't have been able to shrythe much anyway - the Cosantori had hit her with a leecher. Her store of chronocharge had been sucked out of her body, and was now locked away inside the little golden bullet on the floor. The squad that had ambushed her must have been Special Juris - the C.A. didn't issue leechers to the grunts. +There had been five of them, all powerful chronoshrythers - and highly trained fighters. They had hidden from the senses of the Fly until she had already closed in for the kill. And the girl... The girl was immensely powerful too. Of course Fly had already known that, but *this* Cassandra was untrained. She had had no idea what she had been doing, yet the way she had shrythen away from Fly's blade so naturally had been thrilling to see. In anyone else, Fly would have assumed they had been practising for years. She was almost sad that she was going to kill the girl. Such potential was a wonderful thing to witness. It was, on the other hand, an even better thing to take. Fly's mouth watered at the thought of killing her and feeling that power, that potential, rushing into her own veins. She sighed, and took another breath of 3Fall. +The nanoplast was turning pink now. New blood vessels were weaving through the gel and the muscle would be knitting itself back together. She would have to be more careful next time. +Those five Cozzers *had* been good. Brave too, to go up against the Fly. She had only managed to kill two of them before they had put a leecher in her. How had they found her? Only two people had known where she would be. The first, a skrifter named Warlock, she trusted. Although he was fond of her, and she of him, that wasn't why she trusted him - she had enough dirt on him to bury him if she were ever caught. Of course, he could bury her too if he were caught. It was mutually assured destruction. She still liked him though. +That left Haan, the filthy little snake! He had sold her the anchor to that particular timeline. How it had come into his possession she would never know, and frankly she didn't care. Anchors to timelines unconnected to the Ten Thousand were rare, and illegal, but she had known it was the right one the second she had touched it and *looked* into its timestream. She reached for it with her mind just to take another look, but it wasn't there. She frowned. Even through the Green she should at least have sensed it. She had put it on a chain around her neck - touching an object with your bare skin made it much easier to use as an anchor. She reached under her shirt, pulled out the chain, and froze. +It was bare. Impossible! +For a long, long second, Fly stared at the empty chain. Her knuckles turned bone white beneath the blood as she gripped the 3Fall cartridge, sucking on it until the overdose light blinked, and it switched itself off. With a howl of animal rage she smashed it against the wall again and again. +Ripples of pleasure from the drug washed against her rage, barely dampening it. She turned her head into her pillow and screamed until the Green finally wrested her mind away from the anger, and consciousness abandoned her. + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/2-Cassie_wakes_up_in_hospital.md b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/2-Cassie_wakes_up_in_hospital.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ba8edce --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/2-Cassie_wakes_up_in_hospital.md @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +title: Cassie wakes up in hospital +ID: 15 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 3684 + + +The next thing Cassie was aware of was her mother's voice. +"Cassandra? Are you awake?" it called from behind ten feet of cotton wool. +Cassie's brain sank back into the muddy bog of sleep. +"Mum?" she croaked, what could have been hours later. "What time is it?" +"Tuesday morning, hun," her mum replied. You've been out since yesterday." +"Out? What happ.." Cassie began, but memories were bubbling up through the mud. A spike of fear shocked her awake. "The woman with the knife! Did he shoot her?" +Another voice cleared its throat. "There were two assailants?" he queried. "Could you describe..." +"Let her wake up!" her mother barked at the man. "What's the bloody hurry?" +"Of course, ma'am. I will be at the door." +Cassie heard him walking away. Something sharp was tugging her arm and she could hear beeping. She was in a hospital. She creaked her eyelids open and squinted around. Her mother was sitting next to the bed and curtains were drawn. +"Mum, was that a copper?" she whispered. +"Don't worry love, you're not in trouble this time." +"I know that!" Cassie tried to snap, but it came out as a hoarse mumble. "How did I end up in hospital? I was..." +"Shh, Cass," her mother interrupted, leaning close and widening her eyes meaningfully. "*It* happened, didn't it?" +Cassie opened her mouth to deny it, but her mother was giving her the look. She knew. +"I've been taking my meds, Mum," Cassie whispered. "Now tell me how I got here." +"The police brought you in. They won't tell me anything." +Cassie frowned. "What do you mean 'not in trouble this time'? Do you think I did something bad when I was... you know? Because I can remember everything, and I'm definitely the *victim* this time..." +Her mother shushed her again. "Drop it, Cassandra. Just rest, alright? I've called Herbert, just in case, so don't say anything until he gets here." +"You do know uncle H isn't a real lawyer, right?" Cassie pointed out. +"Yes, but *they* don't know that," her mother replied with a conspiratorial smile. She dug Cassie's phone from a bag. "You should call Cecelia - she's worrying about you." +Cassie checked her unread messages - it seemed only her mother and her best friend had known she was in danger. On cue, her phone buzzed. +"Cece, hey!" Cassie answered, smiling bravely "Why the video call? I'm pretty sure I look like shit." +Cece tried to smile back. "You're alive Cass, that's what matters." She held the phone closer to her face, and a dark curl of her shaggy hair blocked the camera. "Nobody knew where you were, and you weren't replying to my texts. Are you ok?" +"Um, I don't really know yet," Cassie said, looking around. "I have no idea what's going on, and even if I did, I can't really say anything right now." +"Oh!" Cece replied. She widened her eyes, just like Cassie's mother had done. Cece, too, knew about the madness. "Gotcha - insecure comms channel. Catch up tonight then. They will let you out today, right?" +"They'd effin' well better let me out." +Her friend said something in reply, but Cassie wasn't listening - she had just caught sight of a dark, shiny ring on her thumb and froze. She hadn't seen that ring since that terrible night, four years ago - the night her madness had started. The beginnings of that madness flickered in her mind, but she closed her eyes, squashing the sensation down and shoving it out of her head. Mercifully, it faded this time. She tried to tell herself that the madness *hadn't* faded, and she was hallucinating, but she knew with an absolute certainly that the ring was real. She opened her eyes and looked at her phone again. +Cece hadn't noticed. She hung up with an "I'll be there as soon as I can, ok?", and left Cassie staring at the impossible ring. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/3-Carruthers_interrogates_Cassie.md b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/3-Carruthers_interrogates_Cassie.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6864966 --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/3-Carruthers_interrogates_Cassie.md @@ -0,0 +1,55 @@ +title: Carruthers interrogates Cassie +ID: 5 +type: md +summarySentence:Cassie interrogated by inspector Carruthers +summaryFull: He asks about the attack, and Cassie evades. + He is "relieved" by Jack, posing as his superior. +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 7070 + + +Two hours later, Cassie sat alternately biting her fingers and twisting the ring in a booth in the hospital coffee shop. The policeman and her uncle Herbert were having a staring contest at the other end of the table. Both had untouched double espressos in front of them - Cassie had an empty cappuccino mug and biscuit crumbs in front of her, lined up in order of size. The teaspoon was balancing in the lip of her mug. +The policeman's name was Detective Inspector Carruthers, and it hadn't taken Cassie long to discover that she didn't like him. He had asked a hundred questions, and answered none. Carruthers had come to a compromise with her mother - if Cassie agreed to speak to him in the coffee shop instead of the police station, she would agree not to make a scene. Cassie would rather have gone down to the station anyway - they were attracting too much attention as it was. She had recounted the morning's events as accurately as she could without sounding insane. She'd described the terrifying woman - minus the unnatural eyes - and the rescue. Cassie suspected Carruthers knew she was leaving something out. Most of the questions he'd asked her had been standard - how many people were there? Could she remember how many gunshots she'd heard? - but some had been unusual. He had been more interested in the man who'd sedated her than the would-be murderer, and for some reason he was curious about how *quickly* everyone had moved. Now that Herbert had arrived, however, the inspector had decided not to badger her - for now. Another thing she suspected Carruthers knew was that her uncle was bluffing. +Cassie swapped two biscuit crumbs that were in the wrong order, and the teaspoon clattered into the mug. That seemed to attract the inspector's attention enough for him to break eye contact with Herbert, who grinned insolently and took the first sip of his espresso. +Carruthers harrumphed and said "If I may go over the identi-fit with your *client* one more time?", sliding a tablet across the table. Herbert nodded rather deliberately, but Cassie had already pulled the tablet towards herself. She looked at the face on the app, and shivered. Identi-fit didn't have a grinning demon mask option, so she had chosen a black bandanna. Police software had yet to catch up with post-pandemic accessories, apparently. Cassie remembered seeing some sort of small industrial filter on one side of it, and she thought it had been made of plastic or rubber. She had already tried to explain it to the inspector. +The short mohawk was there, of course. The scar across the right eye had been easy enough to get right - the app had hundreds of scars and tattoos to choose from. She looked at the eyes again, and hesitated. There hadn't been a "holes punctured through the fabric of existence into the infinite void" option, but she'd picked a pair that looked the right shape at least. +"Yes, that's what I remember," she told him. +"Age anywhere between twenty and forty, about the same height as you?" +"Again, yes." +Cassie was about to say something sarcastic, but the inspector wasn't paying attention - someone had appeared beside their booth. +"Apologies for the interruption, Miss Caylitch, Detective Inspector," said a smooth voice. The speaker was young man wearing a crisp blazer over a t-shirt. There was a badge on a lanyard around his neck, identifying him as another copper. +"Gilligan," hissed Carruthers. "Haven't you interfered enough today?" +If Carruthers and uncle H had been two strange tomcats shut in the same room, Carruthers and this man Gilligan were a tomcat and a wolf - and it was clear from the inspector's expression which one was the wolf. The newcomer's expression, however, was friendly. If he felt the same way about the inspector, he was good at hiding it. +"This case has been transferred to my division, detective inspector," said Gilligan, producing a document from his jacket. +"Your division?" sputtered Carruthers. He snatched the document and scanned it, grinding his teeth. +"This particular individual is a high-priority suspect," continued Gilligan, gesturing at the face on the tablet. "She is under international investigation for a number of high-profile offences." +Cassie couldn't place his accent. It was cultured, but his tone was so formal that she couldn't be sure. She was sure she had heard his voice before. He was smiling pleasantly at Carruthers, who was turning red. She was about to remind the inspector to breathe, but he collected himself. He drained his coffee, snatched up the tablet and left without a word. +"Agent Jack Gilligan," said the newcomer, sliding into the inspector's empty seat and extending his hand. His blonde hair shook slightly as he inclined his head, and Cassie suddenly realised where she'd heard his voice. +"You!" she said, clutching the side of her neck where she had felt the needle. "You drugged me! Who the fuck are you, *agent*?" Cassie looked to Herbert for help, but her uncle had vanished. His empty cup was on the table, but the chair was empty. She hadn't seen him leave. +"Your solicitor had somewhere to be," said Gilligan, with a grin. "Law school, I expect." Cassie was dumbfounded - how in the world did he know about H? "Please, call me Jack." +"Okay, *Jack*," she retorted, "kindly explain to me what the living hell is going on? Who is that freak who tried to kill me?" +"She is known as the Fly," Jack said, becoming serious. "She is a highly skilled thief and contract killer, and one of the most dangerous people in the... in the world." + Cassie rubbed her temple - there had been a twinge of the madness in the back of her mind for a fraction of a second. She examined him closely. Somehow she knew he had stopped himself from saying *in the known timelines*. Very odd. + "Why would she come after me then?" she asked. "Who'd pay to have me killed?" + "We think she did that on her own," he explained. "We've been tracking her for a long... time." He hesitated over the word *time*, but this time there was no twinge. "It's become apparent to us that she's not entirely sane. Perhaps she has developed a something of a taste for death. You're incredibly lucky we were tracking her, Miss Caylitch." + "Why the needle then?" asked Cassie. + "Standard procedure," he said, flashing a grin, which made Cassie scowl. She didn't believe that at all. Ordinary coppers didn't go around drugging people and dumping them in hospitals. "Anyway, the local constabulary shan't be troubling you further with this matter. Good day, Miss Caylitch," he said, smoothly rising from his seat. + "Who was that bloke?" said a sudden voice beside her. Herbert had reappeared at the table, bearing a plate of cake and another espresso. "Where's Carruthers?" + Again, there was a faint throbbing in her head. Looking around the coffee shop, she saw Jack standing at the exit and her heart froze. His eyes! For a second, she was staring into hollow pits of blurred eternity. Then he blinked, and his eyes were a human blue again. He frowned, as if he hadn't expected her to notice anything abnormal, and hurried out the door. + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/4-Cassie_explains_to_Cece.md b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/4-Cassie_explains_to_Cece.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8f8159c --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/4-Cassie_explains_to_Cece.md @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +title: Cassie explains to Cece +ID: 6 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 6748 + + +"Then his eyes went empty, just like the freak's did!" Cassie exclaimed. +Cece nodded as Cassie sat down on the sofa beside her, clutching her third coffee of the day. Their flat was still warming up, since they didn't leave the heating on when they were out. Cece had been sitting with an *expression* on her face as Cassie had told her tale, including much more detail than the Inspector had gotten out of her. Cassie could usually tell what Cece's expressions meant, but she didn't remember seeing this one before. Her eyes were kind, but her lips were tight. She was holding a bottle of beer, and seemed to have forgotten it was there. +"They can set it off somehow," Cassie continued, "the madness, I mean. And they just appear and vanish. I didn't see either of them *in transit*. And I'd swear he made Uncle H disappear. One second he was on his chair, next he was away getting dessert." +"Maybe you should stop calling it 'madness', Cass." +"How else would you explain it?" +"Well, you said your uncle also saw that *agent* Gilligan guy," Cece said, making air quotes. +"He didn't see the eyes. You know him... if he'd seen anything he'd be wearing a tinfoil hat and nailing the doors shut." +Cece pursed her lips again. "True, but that doesn't explain the ring." +She had a point. It was made from haematite, and had been one of the few pieces of jewellery Cassie had worn as a teenager. "Maybe I *never* lost it. What if I've been unconsciously keeping it in my pocket every day. That seems more logical, given my poor grip on sanity." +Cece took another swig of beer, and Cassie sipped her coffee. Tonight was not the time for drink, much as she wanted to wash the day away with wine. She needed to think. Even without the caffeine, she doubted she would sleep tonight. +"You're not insane, Cece said. "I've seen some of the things that... happen when you're around." +"That shit about me being a witch again?" +"I'm not calling you a witch, Cass. I'm just saying that maybe the headaches and blurred vision are signs that something, um, supernatural is happening to you." +Cassie snorted. "So what, I should learn to control it? Train myself in the ways of the Force?" +"Never mind," said Cece, shaking her head. "I just think you should keep an open mind about it." +"An open mind is the reason my mum had me sent to the shrink," Cassie muttered. +"*One* of the reasons," Cece replied, finishing her beer. She smiled to show she was only teasing. Cassie smiled back, to show she understood. +Cece's words troubled her, however. She had to consider the possibility that she did have, for want of a better word, *powers*. Logically, it made no sense. She believed that the universe was deterministic, and everything that happened had a physical explanation. Yet, at the same time, she knew on a deep, animal level that she *was* extraordinary. They were two seemingly contradictory beliefs, both of which she knew to be true. It was what Orwell has called doublethink or psychologists called cognitive dissonance... or was it? Cognitive dissonance was something that caused dogmatic people to get angry when you questioned their paradigms - Cassie *knew* the two truths didn't fit together. She decided "intellectual paradox" was a better phrase than cognitive dissonance. +Perhaps if she concentrated the right way, something would happen. Could she levitate something? She spied a pen on her desk focussed her gaze on it, willing it to float into the air. Nothing happened, of course. +Feeling rather silly, she shifted on the couch, squeezing her eyes in an attempt to clear her mind, but it inevitably drifted back to the subject of Jack Gilligan. +"Oh yes, another thing that didn't make sense," Cassie exclaimed, "is that he told me this *Fly* woman was a psycho, and she was killing at random." +"You think it wasn't random?" Cece asked. +"No, it wasn't. I don't know how I know this, but she *knew* me, Ce. She knew me and she hated me." +"And you've definitely never seen her before?" +Cassie thought for a moment. "I'm certain. I'd definitely remember the scar. But at the same time I *do* know her. It's weird, Ce. Déjà vu." +"Almost getting murdered," Cece said dryly. "Only you could have déjà vu about that." +"Only me," Cassie agreed, finishing her coffee. +Cece nodded slowly, and tapped her fingers on her beer bottle. She pouted and moved her lips side to side. +"What?" Cassie asked. +"Nothing." +"No, it's not nothing. I might not be good at reading people in general, but I can read you, Ce." +"I was just thinking that..." +"That it's something to do with my 'mind powers', right?" +"Well, yes. That shit about you being a witch inn't because of your odd behaviour," Cece said, dodging a playful swipe from Cassie. "When we were at Knightswood Grammar, even before the... you know? That night?" +Cassie winced. "Don't remind me." +Cece stood up from the sofa with a stretch and headed towards their little kitchen, and Cassie tried her best not to think about that damnable party. She had to admit that the facts made sense. Every time the madness had been strongest, there had been danger. The more ordinary episodes, if one could use the word 'ordinary', had often landed her in trouble, but more frequently had ended up getting her *out* of trouble. Her logical mind told her that it ought to be the other way around. There was no such thing as clairvoyance or premonitions. It had to be coincidence. It had to be. +"I come bearing gifts," Cece's voice cut in. She handed Cassie a bowl of ice cream, sat down beside her and looked straight into Cassie's eyes. "After that night, everyone was frightened of you. You didn't pick up on it because, as you said, you're not good at reading people. But most people were nervous around you, Cass. Myself included." +"You too?" Cassie choked, dribbling a spoonful of ice cream onto her chin. +"Of course, weirdo. I didn't really know you until then. You saved my life, so of course I got to know you afterwards. But honestly, I was terrified. It's true," Cece whispered, wiping a tear from Cassie's cheek. "I saw what happened. I've always told you that I couldn't remember anything, that it was a blur, that I was drunk." +"You saw... everything?" +"Everything. I saw what you did, and I know what you can do. Every time you have one of your episodes..." she murmured. "You're special, Cassie. I don't understand how any of it works, but you *are* magical." +"You saw... and you're not frightened of me," Cassie said, trying not to sob. +"Not anymore, Cass," Cece said, hugging her. She was also trying to hold back tears. "Not anymore" +Cassie was about to say "thank you, Ce," but she had just noticed something. There was a pen in her hand - the one she had tried to levitate. She dropped it like it was a centipede, and pulled Cece into a teary hug. + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/folder.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f2ddd0b --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/0-Chapter_1/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +title: Chapter 1 +ID: 100 +type: folder +summarySentence:Freak +label: 3 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 5000 +charCount: 27785 + + diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/1-Summary-_Synopsis_and_Blurb/0-Blurb.md b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/1-Summary-_Synopsis_and_Blurb/0-Blurb.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d5acf9e --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/1-Summary-_Synopsis_and_Blurb/0-Blurb.md @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +title: Blurb +ID: 30 +type: md +status: 2 +compile: 2 +charCount: 679 + + +For most of her life, Cassie has been plagued by fits of madness in which inexplicable things occur. When she escapes from a killer with terrifying powers, she has to admit that perhaps she isn't insane, and that mastering her hidden abilities might be the only thing that can keep her alive. +Jack is an officer of the Cosantori Aeturnix - the lawkeepers of the Ten Thousand Timelines - with a desire to prove himself. He finds himself in a situation far more dangerous than he'd planned for, and is forced to choose between the rules and the woman he's falling for. +Together they must face the ghosts of their pasts and the demons of their futures, or they risk losing everything. + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/1-Summary-_Synopsis_and_Blurb/1-Synopsis.md b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/1-Summary-_Synopsis_and_Blurb/1-Synopsis.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bb5b92d --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/1-Summary-_Synopsis_and_Blurb/1-Synopsis.md @@ -0,0 +1,17 @@ +title: Synopsis +ID: 141 +type: md +status: 2 +compile: 2 +charCount: 1 + + +a + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/1-Summary-_Synopsis_and_Blurb/folder.txt b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/1-Summary-_Synopsis_and_Blurb/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fa411f2 --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/1-Summary-_Synopsis_and_Blurb/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +title: Summary, Synopsis and Blurb +ID: 29 +type: folder +compile: 2 +charCount: 680 + + diff --git a/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/2-Notes/0-Bonfire_Night_-Felicity-s_timeline-.md b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/2-Notes/0-Bonfire_Night_-Felicity-s_timeline-.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6f9cf83 --- /dev/null +++ b/Chronoshryther_first_5000/outline/2-Notes/0-Bonfire_Night_-Felicity-s_timeline-.md @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +title: Bonfire Night (Felicity's timeline) +ID: 34 +type: md +POV: 24 +compile: 0 +charCount: 368 + + +As Cassie de-integrates her wounds, and the bodies + +1. Perp1 has bought Cece a drink, she's walking with him towards the woods. He collapses with the knife in his eye. +2. Perp2 is waiting in the woods. He collapses with a stick in his gut and a broken neck. +3. Cassie (pre-Felicity) is in the woods. 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What life experience do I have (Traveling, Parenting etc…)? +compile: 2 + + +**What life experience do I have (Traveling, Parenting etc…)?** + +I'll start from the beginning and try to keep it short: +I'm 36 years old. I was born in Zimbabwe, and grew up in South Africa. I met my wife in high school, and we've been together ever since. We got married in 2014, and moved to the UK in 2016. + +I come from an outdoorsy family, so my childhood was full of adventures like camping, sailing, waterskiing, scuba diving and drives through nature reserves. I spent many hours up a tree and, being a geek too, spent many more hours gaming, reading fantasy and science fiction, inventing board games and teaching myself computer programming. + +My most memorable experience was definitely my honeymoon in Finland. We stayed in an ice hotel, learned to ski, and went dogsledding and snowmobiling. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Contena/outline/1-Question_2.md b/Contena/outline/1-Question_2.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..53c32f0 --- /dev/null +++ b/Contena/outline/1-Question_2.md @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +title: Question 2 +ID: 2 +type: md +summarySentence:2. What education do I have? +compile: 2 + + +**What education do I have?** + +My school education was mostly at private boarding schools which taught me a variety of neuroses and unhealthy coping mechanisms - being a science and computer geek trapped in what was basically a rugby academy that only provided an education because it was required to do so by law will do that to a boy. +My university education started with me switching majors every year for four years (Engineering, Physics, Biology and Computer Science) and then dropping out. 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I like her and I think she can help me, but maybe I'm not ready to deal with my issues yet. Perhaps writing will provide some release. + +Catharsis is only part of why I'm doing this. I thought "writer's excercise... might work, might not." I like to think the primary purpose of these essays is to hone my craft. Getting some kind of psychological help is a side effect. At least, that's what I tell myself. I can already feel it working in a weird way. I feel calmer and more focused, and I haven't even completed my second paragraph. + +This text seems to be remarkably grammatical, and I can't spot any typos, even though I'm rushing. I'll need an ergonomic keyboard if Ikeep this up. + +That leaves the rest of the day. Lawns to mow, kitchens to clean, Paul's thing to do. Eureka. I knew that would come back to get me. I should've been more serious about it. Now I'll have to start from scratch (almost). At least I know more about web development now. I'll get codiad and openkm up and running on a devbox, then I'll see if there's a RESTful connector for Angular. I don't think I should try meteor again. Maybe I won't need node.js, depending on how helpful Angular can be. I'll stick it on top of wordpress. That shouldn't be too hard. + +First I need Vince to reset my Office365 passwd, or at least ask him if my email account is still active. + +##Does Manuskript do markdown? Yes! It does! Lemme just add a title. + +Ok, back at the bottom of the text. To do list: + + - See what other markdown goodies there are + - Not lists, it seems. Cheat sheet time. + + Plusses? + - No, not plusses. Oh well. There's _italic_ then. Also __bold__. + +Ok, enough markdown. Concentration starting to wane. Running out of crap to complain about. Feeling scared for the day. I'll keep writing, maybe inspiration or at least motivation with hit me by the time I get to word 750. Or carpal tunnel... + +So, I should stop writing about writing about writing, and tty to spit out some fiction. It'll be disjointed, but so what. + +I'll talk about animal magic. What if animals could be magic users too? What if a wolf pack had a shaman? How would you tell which wolf is the wizard? Red eyes perhaps? Or glowing yellow? Maybe he or she hangs back from the fray. That doen't seem wolfy, though. Unless a wolfs latent magical powers only manifest when they're too old to hunt. Instead of wondering off to die alone, they follow the younger pack on hunts, and aid them from afar. Or if not afar, then at least out of hoof and horn range. And would there be both male and female mages? A wizardwolf and a witchwolf? Or Magewolves. + +What type of spells would a magewolf cast? Spells of speed and strength on packmates. Confusion on the prey. Maybe slowing or weakening ones too. It depends on the system of magic. In a 'soulfire' universe, the spells/energies/soulsmears would be pure wolf willpower. Perhaps there would be finesse, but nothing as abstract or as specific as human magic, so no triggers or if/then switches. Perhaps the spells/soulshards would be pure thoughtshards (I just came up with that one. See footnote!). No planning, of concept - just little pieces of wolf instinct. Maybe people could get caught up in it. A soulshard for wolfy packing behaviour lodges into the mind and causes you to go feral. + +I think 650 words is good enough for one mornig. How do I feel? Tired mostly.You can't just confiscate all mobile phones from staff (that sentance came from a microdream!) + + +Footnote: + +Thoughtshards - Spells are ideas or concepts taken from the mind and places into the environment. For example, anto-lockpicking spells would have a thoughtshard for recognising something that's not a key, or perhaps detecting the mind of the lockpicker ( which would require a subshard for mind reading). 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She could usually tell when it was on the way, but this time it was out of the blue. She wasn't feeling anger or fear, and there were no loud noises or flashes of light. Nothing had happened to set it off. She stopped and looked around, searching for anything unusual that might have triggered it. Ahead of her, the footpath led to an underpass beneath a busy street. Cassie scanned her surroundings, but saw nobody else on the path. She squeezed her eyes closed, took three deep breaths, and told herself to hurry onward. +The episodes Cassie thought of as simply "the madness" always began with a pounding in her head and a floating sensation. Not dizziness exactly, but the feeling of being *not quite there* - of floating outside of reality looking in. Then would come the blurred vision. Again, it wasn't blurring exactly - every movement left a transparent trail, like the after-image of a lightbulb. Next would come the confusion; that was the part that really frightened her. +The feeling of the incoming madness wasn't subsiding. She felt an icy spike of fear as the pounding started up in her head. She had always had several minutes warning before it reached the head-pounding stage - it had never built up this quickly before. Cassie looked around for somewhere to hide. She needed to sit down and close her eyes, or shut herself away in something. Was there a door anywhere in the underpass? Or even a storm-drain? She didn't like the idea of lying in a filthy drainpipe for an hour, but it was better than letting the confusion hit her in the middle of town. The underpass was featureless - nothing but graffitied walls and a filthy concrete floor. Fluorescent lights buzzed in rusted cages, and traffic rumbled above her. She kept her eyes on her feet and sped up. Her boots were already leaving ghostly trails with each step. If she didn't hurry up and find somewhere to stash herself, she'd be in trouble. +The exit to the underpass fuzzed and tried to stretch away from her. She was about to break into a run when a figure blocked her path. Or was it two figures? No, it was one. It was wearing a long black coat with the hood up. The man's right hand whipped out of his pocket, and Cassie saw the glint of a blade. Of two blades! Three! No, there was only one blade. Was there? Oh God, the confusion had started already! +Three arms shot forth, stabbing at her neck, chest and gut - and simultaneously they didn't. Cassie leapt back, and the phantom arms faded away. The stranger had only one knife - a switch-blade held loosely at his side. How was she supposed to survive this if she couldn't tell what was real? Was *he* even real? Her head pounded from the madness, her heart from terror. She stumbled, and the stranger stalked forwards with a careless grace. A gust of wind from the tunnel his hood back. No, her hood - the attacker was a woman. +Her dark brown hair was cut into a short mohawk and a black mask stencilled with a demonic grin covered the lower half of her face. Cassie leapt in fright, but it wasn't the sinister mask that terrified her - it was the eyes. Cassie couldn't see them. She could see the attacker's narrowed eyelids and thick lashes; she could see the scar crossing the woman's eye from brow to cheek, but her eyes themselves were two blurry patches of nothingness. Two holes in reality. +Cassie spun and ran back down the tunnel. The madness and confusion were now so intense that she could barely see. Noises from the street above were blending into a muffled roar. The only sounds she could hear with clarity were the terrifying woman's footsteps, gaining on her. There was a shout - a man's voice - and someone wrenched her aside. +A gunshot cracked the air right above Cassie's head. She heard more shouting, then a scream, and then gunshots from several directions. A knife flew straight towards her eye, but vanished in mid-air. She thought she felt the echo of pain where it would've blinded her, but in the confusion and terror of the madness, nothing felt real. +Her rescuer pulled her to the ground, his arm firm around her waist and his other hand firing his pistol again. He dropped his weapon and reached for something she couldn't see. +"Try to hold still, ma'am," he whispered, his voice now the only thing that sounded completely real. "We have this under control. Now I must apologise for the next bit." +She felt the sting of a needle, and a heavy slick of numbness slid over her limbs. The last thing she saw before her eyes closed themselves was a flash of curly blonde hair as she was lowered to the ground. + +Fly cursed as she *shrothe* back to the year 2139. She fell to the floor of her cramped room, throwing her useless knife into the wall. That had been *her*! She'd almost killed Cassandra Caylitch. The *right* Cassandra Caylitch. Fly winced as she pulled off her left boot and clutched her bleeding leg. The bullet was still lodged in her calf muscle. +That timeline was supposed to have been clear, but the Cosantori had appeared out of nowhere. How the hell did they know? She was *the Fly*! They couldn't have traced her - nobody traces the Fly. +On top of all that, she was nearly out of *Time*. +The door to her room was still locked - not that she expected otherwise. She'd left a nasty little surprise on the latch. If anyone had been snooping, there wouldn't be a room left for her to shrythe into. Heaving herself onto her bunk, she unclipped her mask. The air in here was as clean as the AC could get it - breathable, but still foul - but the mask was stifling. +Fly pulled a medpack from the bedside cabinet, fumbled a numbing dart from its wrapper and jabbed it into her leg. It stung for a second, but then the anaesthetic spread towards her foot, blessedly killing the pain. She made another knife appear from her coat and cursed again as she cut the trousers away from the wound. She dug the bullet out with the tip of her blade and squeezed her last tube of nanoplast into the wound. The clear gel flowed into the muscle and across bone, turning opaque as it got to work. The wound would be healed by morning; the rage and disappointment, however, would take far longer. +"Fuck!" she shrieked, finally letting her composure slip. "Fuck fuck FUCK!" +She punched the wall until her knuckles dripped red. Somehow a squad of Cosantori Aeturnix had been waiting for her. Had they finally recruited a shryther capable of tracking the Fly? Not bloody likely. She'd been dancing rings around Cozzers for almost twenty of her ownyears. The Fly was on wanted lists right across the Ten Thousand Timelines. She'd seen her face on wanted posters in 1363 and in datacasts as far downstream as 2304, but she'd never seen it in a mugshot. 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Her maw quivered and slowly closed, withdrawing back into its burrow in the console, and I turned to examine my passengers. The woman's eyes were wide in her unmoving face, but the man simply nodded. He had clearly travelled by Island before. +"Move your beastie, friend," he said, reaching over to the woman's seat to make sure she was buckled in. +I returned to the console, and ran my hands along the rough stone. It didn't look like the helm of a vehicle. Superstitious folk occasionally told it resembled an altar, and would have called that small bag a sacrifice. As an Island Flyer, I knew it was more complicated than that, of course. Most Islands' caverns have smoothly carved interiors, and some even have wooden panelling and electric lighting, but Paramaea wouldn't have wanted me to renovate her like that. She wasn't a pretentious Island. +I could sense her emotions in the back of my mind - she was confused by the bag, so I sent reassuring thoughts back to her. I prefer to place tracebait directly into her mouth, but the man had insisted that the bag remain unopened. That should have worried me, but I was a bit short on cash and he'd paid generously for the journey - which, in hindsight, should also have worried me. +Paramaea's cavern rumbled and her veinlights dimmed. She was eager to be on the move. She'd opened the bag and digested the passenger's tracebait, and I could sense her curiousity. She'd never tasted anywhere quite like it before. This should have been my third warning; she had been almost everywhere. +As I removed my glove to touch the console, I heard a gasp from behind me. The woman was staring at the glistening spritemark on the back of my hand. She was younger than I'd realised - barely into her teens. Everyone knew about the strange blue birthmarks that we Flyers bear, and they never fail to draw eyes wherever we go - hence my glove - but the girl's shock was unusual. She huddled deeper into her seat, drawing her voluminous robes around her. I met her stare, and her eyes widened even more - but a fraction of a second too late. There was a flash of something sharp and calculating in her gaze, quickly masked by a renewed display of awe. Warning four. +She shuddered as she watched dozens of Paramaea's tendrils slipped out of tiny holes in the console like tiny blue vines questing for water. As they wound around my hand and touched the spritemark, Paramaea's alien emotions became as clear to me as my own and I could sense her immense presence all around me. Her roots and tendrils spread through every rock of her quarter mile-long body, becoming a beautiful forest of spritefronds where they poked through cracks in her stony surface. +I felt Paramaea's fronds sway gently in the breeze, tasting the faint mist of the Nebula. Thousands of eyebuds opened across her shell, and she shared her sight with me. Even after all our years together, it was an unsettling experience to have all-round vision - like being able to see out of the back of your skull. All around us - above, below, before, behind - were magnificent clouds, vivid in Paramaea's multi-faceted vision. The Nebula was beautiful to human sight, but through her eyebuds, it was transcendent. The only blot on the cloudscape was Clinderstead - the Continent to which we were docked. 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draft +Second draft +Final diff --git a/Island Sprite/summary.txt b/Island Sprite/summary.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c7912ca --- /dev/null +++ b/Island Sprite/summary.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2 @@ +Situation: Islands had spirits/ceratures inside them that made them fly +Sentence: An island flyer takes two passengers to a nebula, but the journey doesn't go as planned diff --git a/Island Sprite/world.opml b/Island Sprite/world.opml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b9dfdec --- /dev/null +++ b/Island Sprite/world.opml @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/LICENSE b/LICENSE new file mode 100644 index 0000000..59b7b5c --- /dev/null +++ b/LICENSE @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +"THE SOD-OFF-WARE LICENCE" +This is not a public licence. I'm not releasing anything here to anyone. + ~ Gordon diff --git a/Orbling.msk b/Orbling.msk new file mode 100644 index 0000000..56a6051 --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling.msk @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +1 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Orbling/MANUSKRIPT b/Orbling/MANUSKRIPT new file mode 100644 index 0000000..56a6051 --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/MANUSKRIPT @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +1 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Orbling/characters/0-Fly.txt b/Orbling/characters/0-Fly.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..224a95c --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/characters/0-Fly.txt @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +Name: Fly +ID: 0 +Importance: 2 +Phrase Summary: The first of the Orblings +Color: #d58ee7 +Age: 19 +Lives in: [] Junk City diff --git a/Orbling/characters/1-asdf.txt b/Orbling/characters/1-asdf.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4509e8e --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/characters/1-asdf.txt @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +Name: asdf +ID: 1 +Importance: 2 +Color: #1491b7 diff --git a/Orbling/characters/2-Dardaranos.txt b/Orbling/characters/2-Dardaranos.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fbcb0f4 --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/characters/2-Dardaranos.txt @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ +Name: Dardaranos +ID: 2 +Importance: 0 +Full Summary: Builder - Aged human male +Color: #f59091 diff --git a/Orbling/characters/3-Hephaedron.txt b/Orbling/characters/3-Hephaedron.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6f3a816 --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/characters/3-Hephaedron.txt @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ +Name: Hephaedron +ID: 3 +Importance: 0 +Full Summary: One of the Builders - aged female Phorrulan. +Color: #91e4c7 diff --git a/Orbling/characters/4-Fly-s_uncle.txt b/Orbling/characters/4-Fly-s_uncle.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..acbc120 --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/characters/4-Fly-s_uncle.txt @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +Name: Fly's uncle +ID: 4 +Importance: 1 +Color: #b687e6 diff --git a/Orbling/characters/5-Jack-s_Mother.txt b/Orbling/characters/5-Jack-s_Mother.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5ac46e5 --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/characters/5-Jack-s_Mother.txt @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +Name: Jack's Mother +ID: 5 +Importance: 1 +Color: #b1a791 diff --git a/Orbling/characters/6-Jack-s_Father.txt b/Orbling/characters/6-Jack-s_Father.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c752def --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/characters/6-Jack-s_Father.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +Name: Jack's Father +ID: 6 +Importance: 1 +Phrase Summary: A local lord in a rural part of the world. +Paragraph Summary: Very religious, taken advantage of +Color: #ad86e8 diff --git a/Orbling/infos.txt b/Orbling/infos.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e69de29 diff --git a/Orbling/labels.txt b/Orbling/labels.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c6d7ddc --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/labels.txt @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ +Idea: #ffff00 +Note: #00ff00 +Chapter: #0000ff +Scene: #ff0000 +Research: #00ffff diff --git a/Orbling/outline/00-Prologue/0-New.md b/Orbling/outline/00-Prologue/0-New.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..44df84b --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/outline/00-Prologue/0-New.md @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +title: New +ID: 222 +type: md +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 + + +Dardaranos looked directly up at the blazing orb of light. 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+compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/05-Chapter_5/06-Scene_7.md b/Orbling/outline/05-Chapter_5/06-Scene_7.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b43905f --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/outline/05-Chapter_5/06-Scene_7.md @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +title: Scene 7 +ID: 52 +type: md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/05-Chapter_5/07-Scene_8.md b/Orbling/outline/05-Chapter_5/07-Scene_8.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fef99f1 --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/outline/05-Chapter_5/07-Scene_8.md @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +title: Scene 8 +ID: 53 +type: md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/05-Chapter_5/08-Scene_9.md b/Orbling/outline/05-Chapter_5/08-Scene_9.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f803f3c --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/outline/05-Chapter_5/08-Scene_9.md @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +title: Scene 9 +ID: 54 +type: md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/05-Chapter_5/09-Scene_10.md b/Orbling/outline/05-Chapter_5/09-Scene_10.md new 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md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/02-Scene_3.md b/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/02-Scene_3.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..27d6c85 --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/02-Scene_3.md @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +title: Scene 3 +ID: 59 +type: md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/03-Scene_4.md b/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/03-Scene_4.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1e85fae --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/03-Scene_4.md @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +title: Scene 4 +ID: 60 +type: md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/04-Scene_5.md b/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/04-Scene_5.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d1c0cd9 --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/04-Scene_5.md @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +title: Scene 5 +ID: 61 +type: md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/05-Scene_6.md b/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/05-Scene_6.md 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9 +ID: 65 +type: md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/09-Scene_10.md b/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/09-Scene_10.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..863b1c7 --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/09-Scene_10.md @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +title: Scene 10 +ID: 66 +type: md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/folder.txt b/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f4af603 --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/outline/06-Chapter_6/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +title: Chapter 6 +ID: 56 +type: folder +compile: 2 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/07-Chapter_7/00-Scene_1.md b/Orbling/outline/07-Chapter_7/00-Scene_1.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8c05dd7 --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/outline/07-Chapter_7/00-Scene_1.md @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +title: Scene 1 +ID: 68 +type: md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/07-Chapter_7/01-Scene_2.md 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+type: md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/11-Chapter_11/02-Scene_3.md b/Orbling/outline/11-Chapter_11/02-Scene_3.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a5f466f --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/outline/11-Chapter_11/02-Scene_3.md @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +title: Scene 3 +ID: 114 +type: md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/11-Chapter_11/03-Scene_4.md b/Orbling/outline/11-Chapter_11/03-Scene_4.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..267e6ce --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/outline/11-Chapter_11/03-Scene_4.md @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +title: Scene 4 +ID: 115 +type: md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/11-Chapter_11/04-Scene_5.md b/Orbling/outline/11-Chapter_11/04-Scene_5.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..91ca1d1 --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/outline/11-Chapter_11/04-Scene_5.md @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +title: Scene 5 +ID: 116 +type: md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/11-Chapter_11/05-Scene_6.md 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md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/14-Chapter_14/03-Scene_4.md b/Orbling/outline/14-Chapter_14/03-Scene_4.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a8df83d --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/outline/14-Chapter_14/03-Scene_4.md @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +title: Scene 4 +ID: 148 +type: md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/14-Chapter_14/04-Scene_5.md b/Orbling/outline/14-Chapter_14/04-Scene_5.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..84e8f51 --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/outline/14-Chapter_14/04-Scene_5.md @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +title: Scene 5 +ID: 149 +type: md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/14-Chapter_14/05-Scene_6.md b/Orbling/outline/14-Chapter_14/05-Scene_6.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b63dc30 --- /dev/null +++ b/Orbling/outline/14-Chapter_14/05-Scene_6.md @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +title: Scene 6 +ID: 150 +type: md +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + diff --git a/Orbling/outline/14-Chapter_14/06-Scene_7.md 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correspondences of the late Dr Wendell Drake. They consist of posts from the dark web messageboard MiskTruth/med/. + +Dr Drake posted with the username DrakeMd23. + +The other users remain unidentified. + diff --git a/The Unusual Patient/outline/0-The_Unusual_Patient/1-Moon_1.md b/The Unusual Patient/outline/0-The_Unusual_Patient/1-Moon_1.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8778dfd --- /dev/null +++ b/The Unusual Patient/outline/0-The_Unusual_Patient/1-Moon_1.md @@ -0,0 +1,55 @@ +title: Moon 1 +ID: 2 +type: md +summarySentence:17 Feb 2007 +summaryFull: Drake reports first episode +status: 4 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + + +Posted at _18:43, 3rd March 2007_ by _DrakeMd23_ +Subject: Unusual Patient + +Hi All, + +I am a clinical psychiatrist and I was directed here by a contact. It's a long shot I know, but is there anyone on this forum who's come across anything like this before? First, some background on the patient: + +Age: 6 +Sex: Female +Ethnicity: European/British +Existing medical conditions: None +Diagnosis: Unknown - all pathology inconclusive. All known psychiatric conditions have been ruled out. +Symptoms: Abnormal night terrors. Patient wakes screaming in the middle of the night. The episode lasts for over an hour, and she cannot be woken up. Patient's parents report that in the afternoon preceding the episode, she complains that she is "not right". The following day she suffers from confusion and memory loss. Episodes have been occuring every few weeks since November. + +Patient was brought to me as a last resort. Her father wanted to call a priest, but thankfully the mother convinced him to see me instead. + + ~ DrakeMd23 + + +Replied at _11:04, 4th March 2007_ by _WarDoktor_ + +Hey _@DrakeMd23_, did her parents describe the verbalisations during the night terrors - did she say words or just scream? +Also, what were the exact dates of the episodes? + + +Replied at _14:22, 5th March 2007_ by _DrakeMd23_ + +Hi _@WarDoktor_. I've spoken to the patient's mother. She was screaming nonsensical phrases repeatedly, but the mother can't remember the exact sounds (understandibly). +Dates were 20 November 2006, 20 December 2006, 19 January 2007 and 17 February 2007. + + +Replied at _16:04_ by_PapaDoc_ + +those were all NEW MOONS!!! maybe they shoulda gone with the priest + + +Replied at _16:47_ by _DrakeMd23_ + +Please be serious, _@PapaDoc_. Just because we don't have a diagnosis yet, that doesn't mean we can break out the torches and pitchforks. + + +Replied at _22:47_ by _WarDoktor_ + +Perhaps the new moon thing is worth investigating, _@DrakeMd23_. Next one is on the 19th of March. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/The Unusual Patient/outline/0-The_Unusual_Patient/2-Moon_2.md b/The Unusual Patient/outline/0-The_Unusual_Patient/2-Moon_2.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cd108bc --- /dev/null +++ b/The Unusual Patient/outline/0-The_Unusual_Patient/2-Moon_2.md @@ -0,0 +1,75 @@ +title: Moon 2 +ID: 3 +type: md +summarySentence:March 19 +summaryFull: Drake observes this episode, he freaks out. +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 + + +Posted at _07:03, 20th March 2007_ by _DrakeMd23_ +Subject: RE: Unusual Patient + +_@PapaDoc_, _@WarDoktor_ you guys were right about the new moon. The patient had an episode last night. I rushed over when her parents phoned, and she was already in a deep sleep when I arrived. +Her mother told me she was afraid to sleep because "the wrong world will come tonight", but she was out almost immediately after sunset. + +The night terrors began almost exactly at midnight, and I admit they scared the hell out of me. She thrashed with far more strength than a child of 6 ought to be capable of. At times it was all the three of us could do to restrain her. Her screaming began as shrieks of terror, but occasionally she would switch to utterances that almost sounded like language. Logically, it had to be nonsensical phrases from the patient's subconscious, but I swear that I could almost understand them. Sometimes it sounded vaguely like a chant, and her voice seemed to echo as if there was another person screaming along with her. + +At one point she tried to bludgeon herself with her bedside lamp, and at another point we had to pull her hands away from her throat. + +It finally ended at 2am. She collapsed, sobbing in her mother's arms, and I stumbled downstairs to crash on their couch. I've cancelled all my appointments today so that I can keep the patient under observation. + +Please tell me someone on this forum has a rational, medical explanation here! + + +Replied at _10:53_ by _DrakeMd23_ + +Update: +The patient awoke with no memory of the night's events. She was happy to be kept home from school, and has been lethargic all morning, apart from a few disturbing periods of alertness. In those unsettling moments, she speaks with a different accent, and the vocabulary of a child several years older. + +I will post more updates throughout the day. + + +Replied at _14:41_ by _DrakeMd23_ + +Update #2: +Very unusual symptom: The patient's body temperature is borderline hypothermic, despite no signs of discomfort. It has been rising slowly since noon, but her lack of adverse effects defies medical explanation. + +In her most recent moment of "otherness", she claimed that her name was Melody and asked after her "boyfriend", then dropped the f-bomb. Her parents were too stunned to say anything. + + +Replied at _15:29_ by _WarDoktor_ + +_@DrakeMd23_, do you remember any of the sounds your patient made during her episode? Especially the parts that sounded like a chant? + + +Replied at _15:51_ by _DrakeMd23_ + +No, I can't remember the words, but I think they sounded something like Arabic or Hebrew. I feel like I ought to remember, but something seems to be blotting them from my brain. + + +Replied at _16:04_ by _PapaDoc_ + +That's witchcraft, man. WITCHCRAFT!! + + +Replied at _16:11_ by _WarDoktor_ + +This is serious, _@PapaDoc_. Drake doesn't need you joking around. + + +Replied at _16:14_ by _PapaDoc_ + +I'm 100% serious. I know things about Witchcraft and old Magicks. +_@DrakeMd23_, did you record the words? Be great if you could upload a sound clip. Might be able to tell you more. + + +Replied at _21:09, 29th March 2007_ by _WarDoktor_ + +I met up with a guy I was a medic with in Afghanistan - he saw something like this on a black ops tour in the 90s. He wouldn't say where, but I think it was somewhere in North Africa. The subject was a 9 year old boy, also with night terrors at the new moon. There was a priest in the villiage who understood what he was screaming, but he wouldn't tell our medics. +_@DrakeMd23_, the boy got hold of a rifle in the middle of an episode - killed the priest, then found a knife and cut his own throat. + + +Replied at _22:17_ by _DrakeMd23_ + +_@WarDoktor_, that's terrifying. I've got the parents' permission to admit the patient to hospital on the 17th (next new moon). If what your buddy says is true, I'll have to be very very careful. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/The Unusual Patient/outline/0-The_Unusual_Patient/3-Moon_3.md b/The Unusual Patient/outline/0-The_Unusual_Patient/3-Moon_3.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b0825c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/The Unusual Patient/outline/0-The_Unusual_Patient/3-Moon_3.md @@ -0,0 +1,162 @@ +title: Moon 3 +ID: 4 +type: md +summarySentence:April 17 +summaryFull: Drake monitors Lucy in a lab. + EEG shows unconsciousness levels of activity. + EKG shows no heartbeat. +compile: 2 +setGoal: 800 + + +Posted at _16:03, 17th April 2007_ by _DrakeMd23_ +Subject: RE: Unusual Patient + +_@WarDoktor_, _@PapaDoc_ + +Update: + +I've admitted the patient into a private ward at St Mary's Hospital. Her mother is keeping her calm, and I've lightly sedated her. I'm monitoring her vitals, and will record her brain activity - the more we know the better. I will also record the whole episode. + +I didn't tell her parents about the boy in the villiage, obviously, but they did agree to using restraints and sedatives if need be. + +She told me she doesn't want to go to "the other world". + + +Replied at _16:41_ by _WarDoktor_ + +Good luck, _@DrakeMd23_. + + +Replied at _17:04_ by _PapaDoc_ + +I will say a prayer + + +Replied at _19:22_ by _DrakeMd23_ + +Update: + +Patient is in a deep sleep. Her heart rate and blood oxygen are normal, but her temperature is dropping. I have attached an EEG, and so far she's showing normal delta waves. + + +Replied at _21:09_ by _DrakeMd23_ + +Update #2: + +Patient's vitals and EEG are normal, but her temperature is still dropping. Applying heated blanket. + + +Replied at _03:55, 18th April 2007_ by _DrakeMd23_ + +SOMETHING UNNATURAL IS HAPPENING +This defies medical science and I am fucking terrified! + +The patient woke screaming at exactly midnight. If I hadn't used adult restraints, I don't think we could've held her down - it took both parents and a nurse to help me get her wrists and feet strapped in. She bit her father on the arm - he had go downstairs to A&E for 14 stitches. + +Here's a recording: _[Click here to download 20070418-001.mpg]_ + +The words were clearer this time, and they filled me with a dread I cannot describe, and dark images in my head that I'm grateful I can't remember. In the video, you can hear her chanting from 00:13 to 00:35, after which she screams and thrashes until almost 3am. + +Now here's the ghoulish part: EEG showed only delta waves, as if the patient's brain was in deep NREM sleep THE ENTIRE TIME. + + +Replied at _06:53_ by _PapaDoc_ + +That video is EVIL man, DELETE IT NOW!! +That is not Witchcraft or any kind of Earth Magick. That is older and darker and I'm leaving this forum. + +Adios. I'm deleting my account. May the Lord be with that poor child. + + +Replied at _11:48_ by _@DrakeMd23_ + +Update: + +The patient woke up and had no memory of the horror that occurred last night. For most of the morning, she has been referring to herself as Melody again, and speaking like a teenager. + +Yesterday, I would have diagnosed it as a personality disorder, but now I'm at a loss. + +"Melody" claims to be from Manchester, and says she is 16 years old. The last thing "Melody" remembers is going to a friend's party. She thinks it's the 23rd of June 2001 - my patient was born on the 24th. I can only conclude that my patient IS Melody. This might be actual proof of reincarnation! + + +Replied at _15:02_ by _@WarDoktor_ + +_@DrakeMd23_, I'd like to send the video to a contact at Oxford - she's a professor of Archaeology. Can I invite her to this forum? + +Replied at _15:39_ by _@DrakeMd23_ + +Yes, but nobody else, please. + + +Replied at _11:13, 20th April 2007_ by _TheArchivist_ + +Greetings _@DrakeMd23_, I was invited here by _@WarDoktor_. After watching that video, I admit I am shaken to the core. I will attempt to translate the child's utterances. + + +Replied at _17:28, 3rd May 2007_ by _TheArchivist_ + +Greetings again _@DrakeMd23_ & _@WarDoktor_. I have yet to translate most of it, but some of the phrases sound like a dialect of the Elamite language from Mesopotamia, circa 2200 BC. + +Kulatha dalash burshum nappur - "the call of the dark moon" or perhaps "I summon the dark moon" +Kusha-in rabba ut mahuli - "binding the child" for/to/at "birth/rebirth" +Dala sahan shudmanna kozethimak - "Sacrifice life/blood to unmake death" + +I cannot translate much else, but I can tell you that the rhythmic scheme is known as a Palindromic Septad, and it occurs in many Bronze Age tomb inscriptions, as well as the Necronomicon of Ur. + + +Replied at _09:23, 5th May 2007_ by _DrakeMd23_ + +I've just found out that there's a Jane Doe, now aged approximately 22, who was hit by a car on the 23rd of June 2001 in Manchester. She's still alive, but comatose. She's been on life support eversince, and is medically brain-dead. I will try to get her file from the hospital. + + +Replied at _12:48_ by _@WarDoktor_ + +This is making sense now, _@DrakeMd23_. I think Melody DID die that night and she IS your patient. It's the same soul, reborn. + +_@TheArchivist_, is this some kind of ritual to raise the dead? Someone or something is trying to pull the child's soul back into Melody's body. That's why whatever dark powers are doing this are trying to make her kill herself, like the 9yo boy. + + +Replied at _10:03, 6th May 2007_ by _DrakeMd23_ + +I drove to Manchester, and saw Melody with my own eyes. She's in a coma ward in a restricted wing. Her charts show accelerated heart rate from PRECISELY 00:13 to 00:35 on the 18th. + +I'll come back this afternoon and try to find out more. + + +Replied at _17:22_ by _DrakeMd23_ + +Update: +Someone has erased Melody's file since I was here this morning. Security footage has been deleted from this morning, and from the night of every new moon since October. +I think someone followed me to my hotel from the hospital. + +Replied at _18:19, 9th May 2007_ by _Tru3Servant_ + +Do not interfere, Wendell Drake. Forget about your patient. Melody belongs to the Unnamed Three Beyond. + +You shall not take her from Them. + + +Replied at _23:22_ by _DrakeMd23_ + +WHO THE HELL ARE YOU _@Tru3Servant_? How do you know my name? + +Whatever evil you are doing, I will not let you harm my patient. + + +Replied at _23:49_ by _Tru3Servant_ + +You cannot interrupt the Lazarite Passage, Dr Drake. We are the Servants of the Three, and we are everywhere. You should not have shown that video to our enemies. + +Back down now. + + +Replied at _02:33, 10th May 2007_ by _DrakeMd23_ + +My patient's soul belongs to HER, not to Melody - and CERTAINLY not to your three nameless demons. + +If it's a choice between the life of child with loving parents and the life of an unidentified woman on life support, I've made my decision. I'm going back to Manchester today. + +I will break my Hippocratic oath to save the child. + +Don't try to stop me. diff --git a/The Unusual Patient/outline/0-The_Unusual_Patient/4-Epilogue.md b/The Unusual Patient/outline/0-The_Unusual_Patient/4-Epilogue.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..87987bc --- /dev/null +++ b/The Unusual Patient/outline/0-The_Unusual_Patient/4-Epilogue.md @@ -0,0 +1,9 @@ +title: Epilogue +ID: 6 +type: md +compile: 2 + + +The final message from 2:33 am is believed to be Dr Drake's last correspondence. His body was discovered later that morning. 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Was jailed for murder at 16 when Cassie shrothe the corpses into her timeline. +Color: #f8c3db diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/characters/25-Cece.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/25-Cece.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e70a0b7 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/25-Cece.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +Name: Cece +ID: 25 +Importance: 1 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Cecilia Whethers +Color: #da958d diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/characters/27-Addy_d-Eagle.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/27-Addy_d-Eagle.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d86f056 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/27-Addy_d-Eagle.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +Name: Addy d'Eagle +ID: 27 +Importance: 1 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Member of Jack's squad +Color: #9a93b8 diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/characters/28-Warlock.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/28-Warlock.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..23a84b2 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/28-Warlock.txt @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +Name: Warlock +ID: 28 +Importance: 1 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Chonomancer / Fly's friend and former lover. + + He told the CA about Haan and the anchor. + Warlock supplied the anchor to Haan. + Warlock located the anchor somehow? and set Haan up to take the fall + + "You didn't think I knew it was you, killing them all, did you? Every lover I've taken since I ditched you! You murdered every single one, Fly!" +Color: #ccb4cb diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/characters/29-Haan.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/29-Haan.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..208f8e9 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/29-Haan.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +Name: Haan +ID: 29 +Importance: 0 +POV: False +Full Summary: He sold Fly the ring, then ratted on her to the CA +Color: #c0b9a6 diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/characters/3-Fly.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/3-Fly.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..acbdeb1 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/3-Fly.txt @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +Name: Fly +ID: 3 +Importance: 2 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: kill Cassie, absorb her power + #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Paragraph Summary: Assassin/ one of Cassie's chronotwins. +Full Summary: #Interview with Fly +Notes: A +Color: #f19f83 diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/characters/4-Russ_Aractos.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/4-Russ_Aractos.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6517e91 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/4-Russ_Aractos.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +Name: Russ Aractos +ID: 4 +Importance: 0 +POV: False +Full Summary: Cosantor-marshall Russ Arractos + + Jack's boss. + + Head of the T +Color: #8acfc1 diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/characters/5-Banks.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/5-Banks.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5bc3c8a --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/5-Banks.txt @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +Name: Banks +ID: 5 +Importance: 1 +POV: False +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Cosantor-Sergeant Banks + + Chronotwin of Warlock + + From a similar timeline to Cassie (forked in 1980s, still not connected to the T3) +Color: #f984f0 diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/characters/6-Rose_Caylitch.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/6-Rose_Caylitch.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..286dc0c --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/6-Rose_Caylitch.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +Name: Rose Caylitch +ID: 6 +Importance: 1 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Cassie's Mum +Color: #d4a3ea diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/characters/7-Mark-Mike-Mick.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/7-Mark-Mike-Mick.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f4b15f8 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/7-Mark-Mike-Mick.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +Name: Mark/Mike/Mick +ID: 7 +Importance: 0 +POV: False +Full Summary: Cassie meets him at the bonfire night. +Color: #95b6c7 diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/characters/8-Perps.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/8-Perps.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e1f4836 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/characters/8-Perps.txt @@ -0,0 +1,9 @@ +Name: Perps +ID: 8 +Importance: 0 +POV: False +Full Summary: Attack Cece in the woods on Bonfire Night + + 1. Matthew Finch - the "brains." Bought Cece a drink. Cassie killed him with his knife + 2. Gareth Heaney - the thug. Cassie impaled him on a sharp stick and stomped on his neck +Color: #deac80 diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/infos.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/infos.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bc92468 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/infos.txt @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +Title: Chronoshryther +Subtitle: Chronoshryther +Author: Gordon Grant-Stuart diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/labels.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/labels.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..45306c4 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/labels.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +Idea: #ffff00 +Note: #00ff00 +Chapter: #0000ff +Scene: #ff0000 +Research: #00ffff +Pivotal Scene: #cc02d3 diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/0-Cassie_escapes_Fly.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/0-Cassie_escapes_Fly.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..31ea9c8 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/0-Cassie_escapes_Fly.md @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +title: Cassie escapes Fly +ID: 14 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 6213 + + +Cassie was walking home from work, alone. She could usually tell when the madness was on the way, but this time it started without warning. She wasn't feeling anger or fear, and there were no loud noises or flashes of light; nothing had happened to set it off. She looked around for anything unusual that might have triggered it. Ahead of her, the footpath led to an underpass beneath a busy street. Cassie scanned her surroundings, but saw nobody else on the path. She squeezed her eyes, took three deep breaths, and to hurried onward. +The episodes Cassie thought of as simply "the madness" always began with a pounding in her head and a floating sensation - not dizziness exactly, but a feeling of being *not quite there* - of floating outside of reality looking in. Next would come the blurred vision. Again, it wasn't blurring exactly - every movement left a transparent trail, like the after-image of a lightbulb. +The feeling of the incoming madness wasn't subsiding. She felt an icy spike of fear as the pounding started up in her head. She usually had several minutes warning before it reached the head-pounding stage - it had never built up this quickly before. Cassie looked around for somewhere to hide. She needed to sit down and close her eyes, or shut herself away in something. Was there a door anywhere in the underpass? Or even a storm-drain? She didn't like the idea of lying in a filthy drainpipe for an hour, but it was better than letting the madness overtake her in the middle of town. The graffitied walls and a filthy concrete floor of the underpass were bare. Fluorescent lights buzzed in rusted cages, and traffic rumbled above her. She kept her eyes on her feet and sped up. Her boots were already leaving ghostly trails with each step. Reality seemed to slip and warp around her. +The exit to the underpass fuzzed and tried to stretch away from her. She was about to break into a run when a figure blocked her path. Or was it two figures? No, it was one. It was wearing a long black coat with the hood up. The man's right hand whipped out of his pocket, and Cassie saw the glint of a blade. No, it was two blades - three! No, there was only one blade. Was there? +Three arms shot forth, stabbing at her neck, chest and gut - and simultaneously they didn't. Cassie leapt back, and the phantom arms faded away. The stranger had only one knife - a switch-blade held loosely at his side. How was she supposed to survive this if she couldn't tell what was real? Was *he* even real? Her head pounded from the madness, her heart from terror. She stumbled, and the stranger stalked forwards with a careless grace. A gust of wind from the tunnel his hood back. No, her hood - the attacker was a woman. +Her dark brown hair was cut into a short mohawk and a black mask stencilled with a demonic grin covered the lower half of her face. Cassie leapt in fright, but it wasn't the sinister mask that terrified her - it was the eyes. Cassie couldn't see them. She could see the attacker's narrowed eyelids and thick lashes; she could see the scar crossing the woman's eye from brow to cheek, but her eyes themselves were two blurry patches of nothingness. Two holes in reality. +Cassie spun and ran back down the tunnel. The madness and confusion were now so intense that she could barely see. Noises from the street above were blending into a muffled roar. The only sounds she could hear with clarity were the terrifying woman's footsteps, padding ever closer. + +``` +rewrite the above +``` + + +The pounding in her head unexpectedly softened, and she felt herself become heavier. A cold, numbing sensation spread through her body, rippling out from between her shoulder-blades. Her legs buckled, and the pounding confusion of the madness faded. The swirling trails of light coalesced and the roaring echoes faded. She overbalanced, her arms and legs moving too slowly to halt her fall. She saw the grimy concrete rising towards her and heard the thump as her head crashed into it, but the pain was distant. The numbness crept down her limbs, and her vision darkened. +Fingers lightly touched Cassie's neck, and she found herself wondering where she was. Memories flickered through her head. A tiny, detached part of her watched them rise unbidden from the depths of her unconscious mind, only to be snatched away. Memories of past bouts of the madness, and memories of strange things happening to her - things she'd tried to forget. That distant part of herself fought back against the flood of images and emotions. It knew something bad was coming - memories she couldn't allow herself to recall. As she wrestled her attention back to the present, she heard a soft grunt of frustration above her. Cassie was face-down, and her head was being pressed to the ground. How had she forgotten where she was? +"Stop fighting it," the woman growled, her teeth clenched. +Feeling was seeping back into Cassie's body, and her vision cleared. A knife pressed lightly against the side of her face. +"Shut your eyes and remember," she crooned. "Remember it, Cassandra. Rem..." +A bang cut off the words. A gunshot? The woman let go of her head, and suddenly the madness was back, swirling images and thrumming pulses in her head. She scrambled to her knees, searching for an escape. There was a shout - a man's voice - and someone wrenched her aside. +Another gunshot cracked the air right above Cassie's head. She heard more shouting, then a scream, and then gunshots from several directions. A knife flew straight towards her eye, but vanished in mid-air. She thought she felt the echo of pain where it would've blinded her, but in the confusion and terror of the madness, nothing felt real. +Her rescuer pulled her to the ground, his arm firm around her waist and his other hand firing his pistol again. He dropped his weapon and reached for something she couldn't see. +"Try to hold still, miss," he whispered, his voice now the only thing that sounded completely real. "We have this under control. Now I must apologise for the next bit." +She felt the sting of a needle, and a heavy slick of numbness slid over her limbs. The last thing she saw before her eyes closed themselves was a flash of curly blonde hair as she was lowered to the ground. + + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/1-Fly_returns_to_Wei_Long.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/1-Fly_returns_to_Wei_Long.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4ed2487 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/1-Fly_returns_to_Wei_Long.md @@ -0,0 +1,38 @@ +title: Fly returns to Wei Long +ID: 4 +type: md +POV: 3 +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 5695 + + +Fly cursed as she *shrothe* back to the year 2139. She fell to the floor of her cramped room, throwing her useless knife into the wall. That had been *her*! She'd almost taken Cassandra Caylitch. The *right* Cassandra Caylitch. Fly winced as she pulled off her left boot and clutched her bleeding leg. The bullet was still lodged in her calf muscle. +That timeline was supposed to have been clear, but the Cosantori had appeared out of nowhere. How the hell did they know? She was *the Fly*! They couldn't have traced her - nobody traces the Fly. +On top of all that, she was nearly out of chronocharge. +The door to her room was still locked - not that she expected otherwise. She'd left a nasty little surprise on the latch. If anyone had been snooping, there wouldn't be a room left for her to shrythe into. Heaving herself onto her bunk, she unclipped her mask. The air was as clean as the AC could get it - breathable, but still foul - but the mask was stifling. +Fly pulled a medpack from the bedside cabinet, fumbled a numbing dart from its wrapper and jabbed it into her leg. It stung for a second, but then the anaesthetic spread towards her foot, blessedly killing the pain. She made another knife appear from her coat and cursed again as she cut the trousers away from the wound. She dug the bullet out with the tip of her blade and squeezed her last tube of nanoplast into the wound. The clear gel flowed into the muscle and across bone, turning opaque as it started to work. The wound would be healed by morning; the rage and disappointment, however, would take far longer. +"Fuck!" she shrieked, finally letting her composure slip. "Fuck fuck FUCK!" +She punched the wall until her knuckles dripped red. Somehow a squad of Cosantori Aeturnix had been waiting for her. Had they finally recruited a shryther capable of tracking the Fly? Not bloody likely. She'd been dancing rings around Cozzers for almost twenty of her ownyears. The Fly was on wanted lists right across the Ten Thousand Timelines. The Fly was uncatchable, which meant only one thing: Someone had ratted her out. +Still swearing under her breath, she slipped a cartridge of 3Fall Green from her pocket. She bit down on its mouthpiece and inhaled deeply, breathing in a full dose of the drug. The world wobbled, and shimmers of contentment rolled up and down her body. The high from 3Fall was enjoyable, but it dulled her sense of *time*. She existed almost entirely in the present now - the past and future were just dull echoes in her mind. It made her feel less *real*. She sighed and flopped down onto her bed, blowing a stream of green-tinted psychoactive vapour at the ceiling. +Shrything was almost impossible on Green, but she wouldn't have been able to shrythe much anyway - the Cosantori had hit her with a leecher. Her store of chronocharge had been sucked out of her body, and was now locked away inside the little golden bullet on her cabinet. The squad that had ambushed her must have been Special Juris - they don't issue leechers to the rank and file. +There had been five of them, all powerful chronoshrythers - and highly trained too. They had hidden from her senses until she had already closed in on her target. And the girl... The girl was immensely powerful too. Of course Fly had already known that, but *this* Cassandra was untrained. She had had no idea what she had been doing, yet the way she had shrythen away from Fly's blade so naturally had been thrilling to see. In anyone else, Fly would have assumed they had been practising for years. She was almost sad that she was going to kill the girl. Such potential was a wonderful thing to witness. It was, on the other hand, an even better thing to take. Fly's mouth watered at the thought of feeling that power, that potential, rushing into her own veins. She sighed, and took another breath of 3Fall. +The nanoplast was turning pink now. New blood vessels were weaving through the gel and the muscle would be knitting itself back together. She would have to be more careful next time. +Those five Cozzers *had* been good. Brave too, to go up against the Fly. She had only managed to kill two of them before they had leeched her. How had they found her? Only two people had known where she would be. The first, a skrifter named Warlock, she trusted. Although he was fond of her, and she of him, that wasn't why she trusted him - he was almost as high on the wanted lists as she was. She still liked him though. +The second was a trader named Haan - the filthy little snake. He had sold her the anchor to that particular timeline. How it had come into his possession she would never know, and frankly she didn't care. Anchors to timelines unconnected to the Ten Thousand were rare, but she had known it was the right one the second she had touched it and *looked* into its timestream. She reached for it with her mind just to take another look, but it wasn't there. She frowned. Even through the Green she should at least have sensed it. She had put it on a chain around her neck - touching an object with your bare skin made it much easier to use as an anchor. She reached under her shirt, pulled out the chain, and froze. +It was bare. Impossible! +For a long, long second, Fly stared at the empty chain. Her knuckles turned bone white beneath the blood as she gripped the 3Fall cartridge, sucking on it until the overdose light blinked, and it switched itself off. With a howl of animal rage she smashed it against the wall again and again. +Ripples of pleasure from the drug washed against her fury, barely dampening it. She turned her head into her pillow and screamed until the Green finally wrested her mind away from the anger, and consciousness abandoned her. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/2-Cassie_wakes_up_in_hospital.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/2-Cassie_wakes_up_in_hospital.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6d42aa9 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/2-Cassie_wakes_up_in_hospital.md @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +title: Cassie wakes up in hospital +ID: 15 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 3498 + + +The first thing Cassie was aware of was her mother's voice. +"Cassandra? Are you awake?" it called from behind ten feet of cotton wool. +Cassie's brain sank back into the muddy bog of sleep. +"Mum?" she croaked, what could have been hours later. "What happened? What time is it?" +"Tuesday morning, hun," her mum replied. You've been out since yesterday." +"Out? What happ..." Cassie began, but memories were bubbling up through the mud. A spike of fear shocked her awake. "The woman with the knife! Did he shoot her?" +Another voice cleared its throat. "There were two assailants?" he queried. "Could you describe..." +"Let her wake up!" her mother barked at the man. "What's the bloody hurry?" +"Of course, ma'am. I will be at the door." +Cassie heard him walking away. Something sharp was tugging her arm and she could hear beeping. She was in a hospital. She creaked her eyelids open and squinted around. Her mother was sitting next to the bed and curtains were drawn. +"Mum, was that a copper?" she whispered. +"Don't worry love, you're not in trouble this time." +"I know that!" Cassie tried to snap, but it came out as a hoarse mumble. "How did I end up in hospital? I was..." +"Shh, Cass," her mother interrupted, leaning close and widening her eyes meaningfully. "*It* happened, didn't it?" +Cassie opened her mouth to deny it, but her mother was giving her the look. She knew. +"I've been taking my meds, Mum," Cassie whispered. "Now tell me how I got here." +"A police officer brought you in, unconscious. They won't tell me anything." +Cassie frowned. "What do you mean 'not in trouble this time'? Do you think I did something bad when I was... you know? Because I can remember everything, and I'm definitely the *victim* this time..." +Her mother shushed her again and dug Cassie's phone from her bag. "Drop it, Cassandra. Just rest, alright? You should call Cecilia - she's worrying about you." +Cassie checked her missed calls - it seemed only her mother, and Cece, her best friend and flatmate, had tried to reach her. On cue, her phone buzzed. +"Cece, hey!" Cassie answered, smiling bravely "Why the video call? I'm pretty sure I look like shit." +Cece tried to smile back. "You're alive Cass, that's what matters." She held the phone closer to her face, and a dark curl of her shaggy hair blocked the camera. "Nobody knew where you were, and you weren't replying to my texts. Are you ok?" +"Um, I don't really know yet," Cassie said, looking around. "I have no idea what's going on, and even if I did, I can't really say anything right now." +"Oh!" Cece replied. She widened her eyes, just like Cassie's mother had done. Cece, too, knew about the madness. "Gotcha - insecure comms channel. Catch up tonight then. They will let you out today, right?" +"They'd effin' well better let me out." +Her friend said something in reply, but Cassie wasn't listening - she had just caught sight of a dark, shiny ring on her thumb and froze. She hadn't seen that ring since the terrible night, four years ago - the night her madness had started. The beginnings of that madness flickered in her mind, but she closed her eyes, squashing the sensation down and shoving it out of her head. Mercifully, it faded this time. She tried to tell herself that the madness *hadn't* faded, and she was hallucinating, but she knew with a dead certainty that the ring was real. She opened her eyes and looked at her phone again. +Cece hadn't noticed. She hung up with an "I'll be there as soon as I can, ok?", and left Cassie staring at the impossible ring. + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/3-Jack-s_boss_ticks_him_off-.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/3-Jack-s_boss_ticks_him_off-.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..974e5dc --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/3-Jack-s_boss_ticks_him_off-.md @@ -0,0 +1,47 @@ +title: Jack's boss ticks him off. +ID: 111 +type: md +POV: 1 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 4143 + + +"You took on the *Fly* with only the five of you?" whispered the Marshall +Jack flinched. He knew that whisper. Cosantor-Marshall Russ Aractos was not a natural whisperer - he boomed. If he was whispering, it meant the division was going to suffer. Mei and Addy stood behind him. Addy shuffled his feet and Mei stared straight ahead. +"The FLY!?" Aractos boomed, on cue. His voice shook the desk lamp and bruised Jack's eardrums. +"Sir, I believe the circumstances..." Jack began. +"Cosantor Tzunn and Cosantor-Sergeant Banks are dead, Gilligan!" the Marshall roared, giving Jack no chance to explain. "Dead, because you decided to rescue one civilian! Haven't you learned anything in the four years you've been under my command? The fact that you even followed the *penta-tsang Fly* into an unconnected timeline without consulting the Juris... I ought to... *K'zin tah*!" +Jack wondered at the invective. He thought *k'zin* meant something about infidelity. Marshall Aractos hardly ever swore. Jack found it oddly comforting. He didn't think he could bear anymore quiet disapproval. He had had nothing but whispers and glares from everyone except Mei and Addy today, so fury from Aractos was a welcome change +"Sir, there wasn't time to wait for a Juris decision," he explained. "Sergeant Banks received this from an informant." He handed the Marshall a small grey pebble surrounded by bare circuitry. +"An anchortrace?" Aractos guessed, correctly. He held it to his lamp and squinted. "So you followed a *this* into an unknown timeline?" +"Yes, sir. The quartz core is flawed, and the suppression circuit isn't very well-made. The chronocharge was dissipating rapidly, and I estimated we only had a few minutes before it lost coherence with the anchor. I had to make a decision on the spot, sir. I take full responsibility." +The Marshall's boom lowered in volume again. "You followed an anchortrace into an unknown timeline," he repeated, "in which you knew you would find the *Fly*?" +"Sir, I instructed my squad to remain undetected. I intended it to be a surveillance operation. We were undetected, but then she attacked the girl, sir." +"Surveillance!" Aractos bellowed. "What part of engaging in combat with the most dangerous criminal in the known timescape sounds like surveillance to you? Was the girl pretty? Was that it, Gilligan?" +Jack resented the implication. "Powerful, sir," he replied. "She was a powerful chronoshryther." +Aractos wrinkled his forehead. "How powerful?" +"She folded her timestream, sir. We saw the Fly try to kill her, and she bifurcated." +"You're certain?" +"One hundred percent, sir." +The Marshall rubbed his head. "She escaped the Fly?" +"I could barely believe it, sir. I had to tranq her. The two of them - the girl and the Fly, I mean - were in resonance. I had to break it, or we wouldn't have had a chance." +"An untrained civilian, that strong?" Aractos stammered. Jack had never heard the man stammer before. +Behind him, Addy shuffled again, and Mei shrothe half a second into the past - he could briefly sense two of her. She spoke for the first time, her voice low and clipped. "Sir, I believe Cosantor-Captain Gilligan made the right decision, sir. She may be as strong as the Fly herself, Sir." +Aractos turned and opened a window. A chilly breeze blew in the faint smell of coal and the sound of hooves on cobblestone. "And if the Juris decides that Gilligan's made one too many 'right decisions', Cosantor Hwen?" he asked. +"I'll stand beside him, sir," Mei replied. Beside her, Addy nodded. +Aractos grunted, tapping his fingers on the window frame. "Alright, get out of here, you three," he barked. "I have to meet with Juris central." +Jack didn't argue with the dismissal. He left the Marshall's office, and entered the sombre atmosphere of the T7743 London Precinct of the Investigative Juris. Their division had lost two of its best operatives, and it was his fault. He looked straight ahead as he strode towards the exit, Mei and Addy at his side. There were a few nods of respect from his colleagues, but they were outnumbered by the hot glares of condemnation he could feel on his back until the front door closed behind him. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/4-Carruthers_interrogates_Cassie.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/4-Carruthers_interrogates_Cassie.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5d3f553 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/4-Carruthers_interrogates_Cassie.md @@ -0,0 +1,45 @@ +title: Carruthers interrogates Cassie +ID: 5 +type: md +summarySentence:Cassie interrogated by inspector Carruthers +summaryFull: He asks about the attack, and Cassie evades. + He is "relieved" by Jack, posing as his superior. +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 6656 + + +Two hours later, Cassie sat alternately biting her fingers and twisting the impossible ring in a booth in the hospital coffee shop. The policeman and her mother were having a staring contest at the other end of the table. Both had untouched double espressos in front of them. Cassie had an empty cappuccino mug in front of her and biscuit crumbs she had lined up in order of size. The teaspoon was balancing in the lip of her mug. +The policeman's name was Detective Inspector Carruthers, and it hadn't taken Cassie long to discover that she didn't like him. He had asked a hundred questions, and answered none. Carruthers had come to a compromise with her mother - if Cassie agreed to speak to him in the coffee shop instead of the police station, she would agree not to make a scene. Cassie would rather have gone down to the station anyway - they were attracting too much attention as it was. She had recounted the morning's events as accurately as she could without sounding insane. She'd described the terrifying woman - minus the unnatural eyes - and the rescue. Cassie suspected Carruthers knew she was leaving something out. Most of the questions he'd asked her had been standard - how many people were there? Could she remember how many gunshots she'd heard? - but some had been unusual. He had been more interested in the man who'd sedated her than the would-be murderer, and for some reason he was curious about how *quickly* everyone had moved. +Cassie swapped two biscuit crumbs that were in the wrong order, and the teaspoon clattered into the mug. That seemed to attract the inspector's attention enough for him to break eye contact with her mother, who sniffed and took a sip of her espresso. +Carruthers harrumphed and said "If I may go over the identi-fit with your *client* one more time?", sliding a tablet across the table. Cassie's mother nodded rather deliberately, but Cassie had already pulled the tablet towards herself. She looked at the face on the app, and shivered. Identi-fit didn't have a grinning demon mask option, so she had chosen a black bandana. Cassie remembered seeing some sort of small industrial filter on one side of it, and she thought it had been made of plastic or rubber. She had already described it to the inspector. +The short mohawk was there, of course. The scar across the right eye had been easy enough to get right - the app had hundreds of scars and tattoos to choose from. She looked at the eyes again, and hesitated. There hadn't been a "holes punctured through the fabric of existence into the infinite void" option, but she'd picked a pair that looked the right shape at least. +"Yes, that's what I remember," she told him. +"Age anywhere between twenty and forty, about the same height as you?" +"Again, yes." +Cassie was about to say something sarcastic, but the inspector wasn't paying attention - someone had appeared beside their booth. +"Apologies for the interruption, Miss Caylitch, Detective Inspector," said a smooth voice. The speaker was young man wearing a crisp blazer over a t-shirt and jeans. There was a badge on a lanyard around his neck, identifying him as another copper. +"Gilligan," hissed Carruthers. "Haven't you interfered enough today?" +If Carruthers and her mother had been two strange cats shut in the same room, Carruthers and this man Gilligan were a tomcat and a wolf - and it was clear from the inspector's expression which one was the wolf. The newcomer's expression, however, was friendly. If he felt the same way about the inspector, he was good at hiding it. +"This case has been transferred to my division, Detective," said Gilligan, producing a document from his jacket. +"Your division?" sputtered Carruthers. He snatched the document and scanned it, grinding his teeth. +"This particular individual is a high-priority suspect," continued Gilligan, gesturing at the face on the tablet. "She is under international investigation for a number of high-profile offences." +Cassie couldn't place his accent. It was cultured, but his tone was so formal that she couldn't be sure. She was sure she had heard it before. He was smiling pleasantly at Carruthers, who was turning red. She was about to remind the inspector to breathe, but he collected himself. He drained his coffee, snatched up the tablet and left without a word. +"Agent Jack Gilligan," said the newcomer, sliding into the inspector's empty seat and extending his hand. His blonde hair shook slightly as he inclined his head, and Cassie suddenly realised where she'd heard his voice. +"You!" she said, touching the mark on her neck. "You drugged me! Who the hell are you, *agent*?" Cassie looked to her mother for help, but she had vanished. Her empty cup was on the table, but the chair was empty. Cassie hadn't seen her leave. +"Your mother had somewhere to be," said Gilligan, with a grin. "Please, call me Jack." +"Okay, *Jack*," she retorted, "kindly explain to me what the living hell is going on? Who is that freak who tried to kill me?" +"She is known as the Fly," Jack said, becoming serious. "She is a highly skilled thief and contract killer, and one of the most dangerous people in the... in the world." + Cassie rubbed her temple - there had been a twinge of the madness in the back of her mind for a fraction of a second. She examined him closely. Somehow she knew he had stopped himself from saying *in the known timelines*. Very odd. + "That's a lie, and you know it," Cassie stated. + "I'm unable to give you anymore information," he evaded. "However, we've been tracking her for a long... time." He hesitated over the word *time*, but this time there was no twinge. "It's become apparent to us that she's planning something..." he paused, wrinkling his brow. +"Something what?" Cassie demanded. +"I cannot say. Nevertheless, you're incredibly fortunate we were tracking her, Miss Caylitch." +"Why knock me out then?" asked Cassie. +"Standard procedure," he said, flashing a grin, at which Cassie scowled. Ordinary coppers didn't drug people and drop them off in hospitals. "Anyway, the local constabulary shan't be troubling you further with this matter. Good day, Miss Caylitch," he said, smoothly rising from his seat. +"Who was that bloke?" said her mothers voice beside her. She had reappeared at the table, bearing a plate of cake and another espresso. "Where's Carruthers?" +Again, there was a faint throbbing in her head. Looking around the coffee shop, she saw Jack Gilligan standing at the exit and her heart froze. His eyes! For a second, she was staring into blurred holes. Then he blinked, and his eyes were a human blue again. He frowned, as if he hadn't expected her to notice anything abnormal, and hurried out the door. + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/folder.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2307aae --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/0-Chapter_1/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +title: Chapter 1 +ID: 100 +type: folder +summarySentence:Freaks +label: 3 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 5000 +charCount: 26205 + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/0-Cassie_explains_to_Cece.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/0-Cassie_explains_to_Cece.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..efd6620 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/0-Cassie_explains_to_Cece.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +title: Cassie explains to Cece +ID: 6 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 7647 + + +"Then his eyes went empty, just like the freak's did!" Cassie exclaimed. +Cece nodded as Cassie sat down on the sofa beside her, clutching her third coffee of the day. The radiator gurgles as the flat warmed up. Cece had been sitting with an *expression* on her face as Cassie had explained, including more detail than the inspector had gotten out of her. Cassie could usually tell what Cece's expressions meant, but she didn't remember seeing this one before. Her eyes were kind, but her lips were tight. She was holding a bottle of beer, and seemed to have forgotten it was there. +"They can set it off somehow," Cassie continued, "the madness, I mean. And they just appear and vanish. I didn't see either of them *in transit*. And I'd swear he made Mum disappear. One second she was on his chair, next she was away getting dessert." +"Maybe you should stop calling it 'madness', Cass." +"How else would you explain it?" +"Well, you said your mum also saw that *agent* Gilligan guy," Cece said, making air quotes. +"She didn't see the eyes. You know her... if she'd seen *that* she'd have told everyone she could." +Cece pursed her lips again. "True, but that doesn't explain the ring." +She had a point. It was made from haematite, and had been one of the few pieces of jewellery Cassie had worn as a teenager. "Maybe I *never* lost it. What if I've been unconsciously keeping it in my pocket every day. That seems more logical, given my poor grip on sanity." +Cece took another swig of beer, and Cassie sipped her coffee. Tonight was not the time for drink, much as she wanted to wash the day away with a good prosecco. She needed to think. Even without the caffeine, she doubted she would sleep tonight. +"You're not insane, Cece said. "I've seen some of the things that... happen when you're around." +"That shit about me being a witch again?" +"I'm not calling you a witch, Cass. I'm just saying that maybe the headaches and blurred vision are signs that something, um, supernatural is happening to you." +Cassie snorted. "So what, I should learn to control it? Train myself in the ways of the Force?" +"Never mind," said Cece, shaking her head. "I just think you should keep an open mind about it." +"An open mind is the reason my mum had me sent to the shrink," Cassie muttered. +"*One* of the reasons," Cece replied, finishing her beer. She smiled to show she was only teasing. Cassie smiled back, to show she understood. +Cece's words troubled her, however. She had to consider the possibility that she did have, for want of a better word, *powers*. Logically, it made no sense. She believed that everything in the universe had a scientific explanation. Yet, at the same time, she knew on a deep, animal level that she *was* extraordinary. They were two seemingly contradictory beliefs, both of which she knew to be true. It was what Orwell has called doublethink or psychologists called cognitive dissonance... or was it? Cognitive dissonance was something that caused dogmatic people to get angry when you questioned them - Cassie *knew* the two truths didn't fit together. She decided "intellectual paradox" was a better phrase than cognitive dissonance. +Perhaps if she concentrated the right way, something would happen. Could she levitate something? She turned to her desk in the corner of the living room and spied a neat row of pens. They were organised by length today, not colour. Nothing else on her desk was organised at all. Choosing the middle pen, she focussed her gaze on it, willing it to float into the air. Nothing happened, of course. +Feeling rather silly, she shifted on the couch. There was an uncomfortable lump in her pocket - an interesting pebble she had picked up on the way home. She pulled it out and bounced it on her palm. +"More geology?" Cece teased, "or are you into healing crystals now." +Cassie looked at her pebble. On inspection, it turned out to be rather boring. Not one for her collection, then. "Just felt I should pick it up," she explained. "See? Madness. An irrational compulsion to collect stones." + "At least you're not nicking them." + "Screw you!" Cassie shot back, flicking the pebble into Cece's mass of shaggy curls, and Cece gently kicked her as she dug it out of her hair. It was an inside joke between the two of them; one of the symptoms of Cassie's madness was that things often ended up in her pockets. She never remembered stealing anything, and Cece knew she wasn't a thief, but other people had been less understanding in the past. That thought let to unpleasant memories, so she turned her mind back to the subject of Jack Gilligan. +"Oh yes, another thing that didn't make sense," Cassie exclaimed, "is that he told me this *Fly* woman was a psycho, and she was killing at random." +"You think it wasn't random?" Cece asked. +"No, it wasn't. I don't know how I know this, but she *knew* me, Ce. She knew me and she hated me." +"And you've definitely never seen her before?" +Cassie thought for a moment. "I'm certain. I'd definitely remember the scar. But at the same time I almost *do* know her. It's weird, Ce. Déjà vu." +"Almost getting murdered," Cece said dryly. "Only you could have déjà vu about that." +"Only me," Cassie agreed, finishing her coffee. +Cece nodded slowly, and tapped her fingers on her beer bottle. She pouted and moved her lips side to side. +"What?" Cassie asked. +"Nothing." +"No, it's not nothing. I might not be good at reading people in general, but I can read you, Ce." +"I was just thinking that..." +"That it's something to do with my 'mind powers', right?" +"Well, yes. That shit about you being a witch isn't because of your odd behaviour," Cece said, dodging a playful swipe from Cassie. "When we were at Knightswood Grammar, even before the Bonfire night?" +Cassie winced. "Ce, you *know* I don't remember what happened that night." +Cece stood up from the sofa with a stretch and headed towards their little kitchen, and Cassie squashed down the memories that threatened to surface. She had to admit that the facts made sense. Every time the madness had been strongest, there had been danger. The more ordinary episodes, if one could use the word 'ordinary', had often landed her in trouble. Sometimes they'd even got her *out* of trouble. There was no such thing as clairvoyance or premonitions, she reasoned. It had to be coincidence. It had to be. +"I come bearing gifts," Cece cut in. She handed Cassie a bowl of ice cream, sat down beside her and looked straight into Cassie's eyes. "After that night, everyone was frightened of you. You didn't pick up on it because, as you said, you're not good at reading people. But most people were nervous around you, Cass. Myself included." +"You too?" Cassie choked, dribbling a spoonful of ice cream onto her chin. +"Of course, weirdo. I didn't really know you until then. You saved my life, so of course I got to know you afterwards. But honestly, I was terrified. It's true," Cece whispered, wiping a tear from Cassie's cheek. "I saw what happened. I've always told you that I couldn't remember anything, that it was a blur, that I was drunk." +"You saw... everything?" +"Everything. I saw what you did, and I know what you can do. Every time you have one of your episodes..." she murmured. "You're special, Cassie. I don't understand how any of it works, but you *are* magical." +"You saw... and you're not frightened of me," Cassie said, trying not to sob. +"Not anymore, Cass," Cece said, hugging her. She was also trying to hold back tears. "Not anymore" +Cassie was about to say "thank you, Ce," but she had just noticed something. There was a pen in her hand - the one she had tried to levitate. She dropped it like it was a centipede, and pulled Cece into a teary hug. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/1-Jack-_Mei_and_Addy_walk_through_London.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/1-Jack-_Mei_and_Addy_walk_through_London.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a63ecd0 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/1-Jack-_Mei_and_Addy_walk_through_London.md @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +title: Jack, Mei and Addy walk through London +ID: 112 +type: md +POV: 1 +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 8034 + + +London in Timeline 7743 was an interesting place. The local year was 1885 and most of the world was ruled by Queen Anne II, Empress of Britain. London was in the midst of its assimilation into the Ten Thousand Timelines, and there were already signs of hybridised technology on the surrounding street. A carriage drawn by four shiny black horses clopped past, the driver shaking his whip at a lad on an electric scooter. A gentleman in a top hat was gesturing at a companion visible only to himself through his comms visor. Jack chuckled as he noted that it was fashioned like a monocle, complete with filigree and chain. +The air here was cleaner than his native London's. His timeline was unconnected to the Triple T, so it was still powered by coal, gas and steam. He hadn't returned in three ownyears. +He wondered what Cassandra Caylitch would think of that. Would she judge him for his comparatively primitive origins, or would she be impressed by how well he'd adapted to the advanced world of the T3? +In T7743, steam engines and furnaces were being demolished as the city's new power grid expanded, and the faint whiffs of coal smoke in the air came from the fireplaces of folk unwilling to part with their familiar comforts. +"You realise that he's going to send that anchortrace to the Juris labs, right?" Addy pointed out. As opposed to Jack's contemporary tweeds, he was wearing his Cosantori uniform, which parted the crowd more effectively than a driver's whip. +"You mean this anchortrace?" Jack asked with grin, flashing the small device at Addy before slipping it back into his pocket. Addy shook his head with a mutter and Mei tsked. +"Did you shrythe that out of the Marshall's pocket?" she asked. +"No shrythe needed," Jack explained with a demonstrative waggle of his fingers. +"I thought not," she replied. "Even you aren't good enough to skrift something from another officer." +"I still can't believe you haven't been sacked yet, mate," Addy grumbled. "When the labs *do* get it, they'll find out the quartz wasn't flawed. They'll know you had plenty of owntime to hand it in." +"We all agreed to follow the trace," Jack said. "Cosantor-Sergeant Banks trusted his informant. He was certain that timeline was the key to finding her weakness." +"We should have let Special Juris handle it," Mei snapped. "We were reckless." +Jack couldn't disagree with her about their recklessness, but he knew she was only bluffing about Special Juris. +They turned down a narrow side street, where modern lighting had yet to be installed. Jack felt a touch of nostalgia for the London of his childhood. +He sensed a slight flicker beside him, and saw Addy's uniform vanish, replaced by nondescript workman's clothes, and was hit by a brief pang of envy. As renowned as Jack's own skill was throughout the division, Addy was the stealthiest shryther Jack had ever met. His hair was suddenly messy, and his hands looked convincingly dirty. He must have shrythen at least ten minutes away to change into a disguise that good, and Jack had barely felt it. Mei had noticed his surprise, and she nodded appreciatively to Addy. +Their destination was a few dingy twists and turns away, behind a rough wooden door with a biometric scanner disguised as a brass knocker. The grime and gloom ended as they entered. Bright lights turned on, and their terms connected to the room's secure datagrid. +"So, we're doing this?" Jack asked. +"You know we are, Jack," Addy replied with a nod and a firm pat on Jack's shoulder. +"It's what Banks and Tzunnie would have wanted, Captain," Mei confirmed. +"Even though we'll probably be discharged from the CA for it?" Jack asked her. +"Even if we would be executed for it," Mei replied with stone in her expression. Addy said nothing; he was already gearing up. +There was a small arsenal in this hideaway. Jack had been as surprised as the rest of the squad when Banks revealed it to them - almost everything in here was illegal, and for a Cosantori Aeturnix officer to have it stashed away was a serious offence. Only the immense trust between them had prevented Jack from turning it in to the Juris. They had saved each other's lives multiple times, and the only reason Jack was Cosantor-Captain was because Banks had turned down the promotion. Besides weaponry that wouldn't be available where they were heading, there was an astonishing collection of chronotech - some of it was more advanced than anything available in the T3. Banks had told them it was hybrid tech from almost a century nextwards in an unconnected timeline. Even he hadn't known what some of it did. Xenotech, he'd called it. +One of the handiest devices in the collection was a nanotailor. It was a variety of fabricator that produced clothing for any timeline. Each precinct had one, at least in the Investigative Juris, but this one was an expensive model. Its software had scanned their dataterms for video recordings from otherline information networks as soon as they'd returned. In the day they'd been back in T7743, it had produced wardrobes to help each of them blend in. +This particular nanotailor defaulted to high fashion, so Mei had instructed it to produce something that would project authority in their destination timeline. It had made her a set of elegant business suits and an evening gown. Addy had opted for nondescript and forgettable, and Jack had given it no instructions at all, letting its algorithms dress him as they saw fit. He wondered whether Cassandra would notice fashionable clothes. +The other nanofabricator in the room was a heavily modded black market device of the type the CA were forever confiscating from skrifters. This one had produced a selection of identification documents and currency. The local technology of their destination timeline would be unable to distinguish them from the real things. +Once they had dressed and packed, Jack picked up the anchor to their destination timeline and held it out before him. He had chosen a good one - an egg-sized chunk of flint from the wall of an old church - and topped it up with chronocharge from a reservoir unit. He didn't really need to - flint was highly chronostable, and the anchorline would stay open for years - but one could never be over prepared - especially for a task like this one. +Mei and Addy touched the stone, and Jack let his mind expand away from the present. The room blurred and faded, and Mei and Addy's eyes disappeared into nothingness; even after all these years he found it unsettling. He focussed on the anchor - the link was still clear, and he could sense the other world beyond it. He looked *through* the stone, and the small room in London faded. As they entered the place outside of reality, he could feel infinite possible timelines overlaid on each other, some almost close enough for details to be seen or heard. He concentrated on the sensations within the anchor and *pulled*. There was a slight resistance as his mind touched the chronocharge bound within the flint and drew upon it, infusing it into his body, his clothes and his pack of supplies. Jack could feel the current of chronocharge - the essence of time itself - rushing into Mei and Addy beside him. One of the infinite worlds solidified from the chaos of the place between, and they let it form around them. + Sights and sounds from the new timeline whirled around the three of them. Dozens of ghostly images of a light bulb swam together and coalesced into one, single and real. They were now in another small room, this one filled with cleaning supplies and plastic boxes. Yellow bins printed with an ominous triple-crescent symbol that in this timeline meant "biohazard", and marked 'sharps - incinerate' were stacked in the corner. They were in a hospital storeroom, and according to Jack's dataterm, 23 minutes had passed since they'd left. He felt a little flush of pride at his anchoring skills - 23 minutes leakage for more than a day spent otherline was impressive, even for flint. +"Okay then," he said, pocketing the anchor. "Let's find out more about Miss Caylitch." + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/2-Cassie_contemplates_the_ring.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/2-Cassie_contemplates_the_ring.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..31573ca --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/2-Cassie_contemplates_the_ring.md @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ +title: Cassie contemplates the ring +ID: 113 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 5710 + + +Cassie had tried to forget about ring over past three days, but that had been a futile enterprise. The small haematite circle was more *real* than anything around her. She'd tried packing it away in a box at the top of her cupboard, but that had made it worse - the ring had called to her, a tiny persistent thorn in her mind, until she'd put it back on her thumb. It was so clear and present in her mind that she imagined she could see it through her eyelids, and if she concentrated on it too much, faint twitches of the madness entered her head. +She'd left it behind when she'd gone to work on the first day, and had even managed to forget about it for hours at a time - as a software developer, she had the advantage of having cultivated single-minded focus. She could enter "the zone" and get lost in pages of code. As with many programmers, however, she also had the disadvantage of caffeine addiction, and every time she'd walked to the coffee machine, the ring had popped right back into her head. +When she'd returned home, it had pulled at her. By the time she'd been halfway between the station and her flat, she could have pointed directly at it, despite two blocks of buildings in the way. As soon as she was inside, it went straight back onto her thumb. She sat down, slowly spinning it around her thumb, trying to think about work or dinner or anything ordinary. +"You'd better not start calling that thing 'my Precious'," Cece said, and Cassie jumped up from the sofa. She hadn't heard Cece open the door. +"Sorry, Ce, I was miles away." +"Welcome back to Middle Earth then, Miss Baggins." +"Ha ha." +"Are you doing ok, Cass?" Cece asked, opening the fridge. "You've been weirder these past few days." +"Weirder?" Cassie asked. +"Than normal, I mean." Cece grinned to show she was being playful. She took a bottle from the fridge and hunted for clean wine glasses "Has the… you know? Has it happened at all?" +"Madness?" Cassie sighed. "Yes and no." +Cece cocked her head, so Cassie continued. +"I haven't had an episode, but the feeling comes and goes when I think about some things. It's almost like I can control it." +Cece crinkled her eyes in a way Cassie thought of as the 'I knew it' smile. It reminded her of the way she herself felt when she found a bug in her code. It was why Cece was such a good journalist. A 'rising star,' as her editor called her. +"All that therapy must be working," Cassie explained, "if I can regulate my thought patterns like..." +"No more 'therapy' bullshit, Cass," Cece interrupted. "I *know*, remember? You're doing something amazing, and that ring might be the key." +"Sorry, Ce," Cassie replied. "I've just been denying that there's anything supernatural about me for so long... trying to convince *myself* there's a natural explanation. It's still so weird that you know - and that you haven't run away from me." +"You're *my* little witch, remember?" +"And you're my big pain in the butt." +Cece sat down beside Cassie, handing her a glass of wine. "You said it starts when you think about certain things? I assume the ring is one of those things." +Cassie nodded, then took in a steadying breath. "And... and *her*." +Cece tightened her mouth and grunted silently, then said "Ah. The... Fly." +Cassie thought that the face Cece was making might be described as a wince or a grimace, but she couldn't be certain. +"I've been taking the long way around when I go to the station. I can't think about that underpass without feeling..." she shook her head to chase away the fluttering. "See? I did it again." +"Anything else? Any other situations set it off? Like the night of the party?" +Cassie frowned. "Now that you mention it, yes. Except it's slightly different. When I think that far back, it's more of a purr in my head than a pounding." +"Curious. You should take note of these things, Cass. If you can work out any patterns, that would help." Cece took a sip of wine, then glanced at Cassie. "And what about Agent Jack?" +Cassie flushed and looked away, which caused Cece to giggle, which in turn made Cassie scowl. "All I feel when I think about *him* is annoyance." +"So you don't want to see him again?" +"Well," Cassie said, taking a thoughtful sip of wine. "I need to find out what he is, and what he knows about me." +"I've actually had an idea on that front, Cass." +"I'm not surprised," Cassie said, studying Cece's face. +"Why not?" +"You always have ideas about things, Ce. You have a sixth sense about me." +"So we're both witches then?" +Cassie laughed. "Yup. We're one short of a coven." She had another sip of wine - it was actually quite good. Cece was developing quite the palate. "But seriously, what was your idea?" +"You make a scene." +"Really, Ce?" Cassie asked, rolling her eyes. "I've spent my whole life perfecting the art of *not* attracting attention to myself." +"I don't mean throwing a tantrum, Cass. I mean you should try to make *it* happen. In public. Make your self have a full-blown episode." +Cassie felt her face pale. "I can't do that! I don't think I can do it, and I wouldn't do it even if I could!" +"I think you *can*, Cass. Let the magic out. I'll be by your side the whole time." +"No. Stop it, Cecilia!" Cassie mewled, rubbing her temple - the thumping of the madness was back. "You're making it happen!" +Cece sighed. "It'll keep happening to you, Cass, whether I help or not. Wouldn't you prefer answers?" +"No," Cassie lied. "I don't want anything to do with it." +She did want answers, however. She wanted them so much it ached. And much as she disliked the thought of asking the insufferable Jack Gilligan for help, she couldn't think of a better way to find out the truth. Furthermore, she was afraid that if she didn't find him soon, the answers would come at the tip of a knife. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/3-Fly_wakes_up_and_makes_a_plan-.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/3-Fly_wakes_up_and_makes_a_plan-.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7832e22 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/3-Fly_wakes_up_and_makes_a_plan-.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +title: Fly wakes up and makes a plan. +ID: 7 +type: md +summarySentence:Fly wakes up and makes a plan. +summaryFull: Fly sets off to find Warlock, so he can help her trace Jack using the leecher. +POV: 3 +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 6204 + + +When Fly sat up hours later, she was focused again. Her mind as sharp as her favourite knife, and she had a plan. +First, Haan was going to die. Actually, no - that would be the second thing. First, Haan would tell her everything. He would tell her where he had found the anchor and what he had said to the cozzers, then he would die. No, then she would hurt him. A lot. *Then* he would die. She imagined his weasel face turning white as the blood drained from his body, and that made her feel happier. She wiped a trickle of drool from her mouth. +But no. Business before pleasure. +First, she needed to find Warlock and let him work his genius on the leecher. The leecher would lead to that pretty Cosantori boy, and, unless he was a moron, he would have an anchorline open to Cassandra Caylitch's timeline. The holy grail timeline! If Fly could get her hands on him, he would lead her right there. She'd have to catch him alone, though. That squad had been rather good, but even cozzers had to sleep. She wondered what kind of sleeper their pretty Captain was - he'd looked like a sprawler and sheet crumpler, but she bet herself she would find him curled up like a baby. Curled up, unaware of the Fly as she reached out and gently touched his neck... she blinked the image away. She had to focus - and the daydream had made her drool again. +She pulled the nanoplast from her leg and ran her fingers along the smooth new skin. Excellent. She'd need a new med supplier now that Haan was dead. Would be dead. Was as good as dead. +She put her boot back on and had a quick look around the tiny room - it was squalid. Hardly a room befitting the Fly, but that's why she had chosen it. One of the best ways to be untraceable was to be unpredictable, and the best way to be unpredictable was to do things so randomly that even you didn't know what would happen. A good tracer could follow another shryther across timelines. Tracing was partly technique and partly instinct - and also partly being the Fly. She was the best. The only person who'd ever traced her was Fly herself. She had caught a chronotwin - another version of herself - and reintegrated her, merging the two of them back into one self. That had been weird, even for her. She shook her head and told herself to focus again. +She packed her belongings - medpack, knives, dataterminal and comms visor, the rest of the knives, and of course her purse of shrything supplies - this she kept on her person at all times. She slipped the slim purse from its holster, carefully packed the leecher, and replaced the purse, snug against her skin. Everything else went into her coat's many pockets. She liked this coat - it was made from expensive polyform chamofibre. It looked like heavy black duffel, but at a few commands from her dataterminal, it morphed. The fibres rearranged with slight rustle, and fuzzy black became shiny dark red. There was tiny line below her left breast where it didn't morph - it was the knife mark from when she had acquired the coat from its previous owner - but now the coat had the appearance of blood-red leather. +Fly was pleasantly surprised to find a cartridge of 3Fall Blue in one of the pockets. She sucked in a refreshing dose and blew out the turquoise mist appreciatively. The Blue didn't cause a numbing pleasure like 3Fall Green did - it calmed and energised her. Fly's sense of *time* was undampened, and her physical senses sharpened. Finally, she strapped on her mask and activated its chem filter. +One of the best ways to be untraceable was to be unpredictable, and the best way to be unpredictable was to be in the city of Wei Long. She left the depressing room via the window, not the door, and stepped onto a rusted catwalk above clouds of pollution that obscured the street 20 storeys below. The next building was barely two metres away, so she leapt across the gap to balance on an AC unit. Next was a small drop to hang onto a bare water pipe leading between two ramshackle tenement blocks, then a flip onto a hanging walkway, a scramble down a brick wall, and a hop into another window. She slipped once or twice, saving herself from a few death plummets by simply reversing her timestream. Being a chronoshryther, she could have as many tries at a handhold as she had the chronocharge for - and Fly's natural store of it had replenished overnight. +When she was far enough way, she sent a command from her dataterm to the little surprise she'd left on the tiny room's door. There was a blast behind her, followed by screaming, and Fly shivered with pleasure. Shockwaves from explosions always sent delightful tingles across her skin, and the Blue only enhanced it. +She was now in a long corridor lined with seedy shopfronts and dimly lit with flickering signs and holoscreens in dozens of languages. She wasn't sure exactly where she needed to go next, but that added to the fun of Wei Long. You could cross the whole city without touching the ground. She put on her comms visor and, linking to Wei Long's datagrid, she located a pirate portal two buildings away. It was smaller than the Croncore portals, and it only linked a few dozen timelines - essentially it was just a row of anchor stones that were kept charged with a chronopump and augmented to make it easy enough for anyone to use, no matter how limited their shrything ability. She activated her wallet and transferred a few quoins to the proprietor. A light blinked above a sphere of roughly cut onyx. She touched it, and let its timestream pull her across into the next timeline. She could have followed the link on her own, and for free, but that would have left a trail for any competent tracer. +She emerged in a more affluent part of Wei Long. Timeline 9557 was newly connected to the T3. It was the year 1943 in here, and the air was clean enough for her to bypass the chem filter on her mask. She was certain she couldn't have been followed by *any* shryther, be they cozzer or skrifter. She doubted even the Fly could have traced herself. According to her intel, Warlock had a new pad in this timeline. He would be surprised to see her! She chuckled, and strolled towards his penthouse, unconsciously stroking the hilt of one of her knives. + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/4-Cassie-s_First_Vision_of_Felicity.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/4-Cassie-s_First_Vision_of_Felicity.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cf8b94a --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/4-Cassie-s_First_Vision_of_Felicity.md @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +title: Cassie's First Vision of Felicity +ID: 114 +type: md +summarySentence:Memory +summaryFull: -talks to her mum "you have to call me Felicity" + +POV: 0 +notes: She feels like she is a passenger, watching through Felicity's eyes. +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 5241 + + +Cassie found herself sitting on an uncomfortable bed, staring out of an unfamiliar window. Somehow, she knew she was dreaming, but simultaneously knew that she wasn't - it made no sense. Could it be a lucid dream? One of those dreams you can control because you know you're asleep? She tried to make herself float into the air - that was what people did in lucid dreams, wasn't it? Her bottom stayed firmly fixed to the bed, obeying the iron will of gravity. Slightly disappointed, she decided to look out of the window, but, with a flush of fear, realised that she had as little command of her own body as she did over the laws of physics. That wasn't right. That wasn't how lucid dreams were supposed to work! She strained to lift an arm, but her hands stayed put, resting on her knees. +Cassie tried to wake herself up, and was dimly aware of another body - her own body - in her own bed. She reached for it, but couldn't move her limbs in the real world either. Panic was rising in her chest. This had to be sleep paralysis. From what she had read, it was the worst kind of nightmare. She would be in its grip until her subconscious decided to release her. The thing that made the least sense, however, was how absolutely *real* everything was. She was a helpless passenger in her own body. +On its own accord, her head turned towards the doorway. There were sounds of movement in the adjoining room, and an unfamiliar man's voice was singing tunelessly. There was a flash of annoyance and Cassie felt herself taking slow, deliberate breaths. +A phone rang, and her hand reached toward it. The fingernails on this other Cassie's hand were painted black, but the thumb had the haematite ring on it. The caller ID said "Mum", and the screen showed a photo of her mother. It wasn't quite her mum, though - the Rose Caylitch in this photo was overweight, and wore heavier makeup than Cassie had ever seen on *her* Rose Caylitch. Her finger stabbed at the green icon, and her arm put the phone against her ear. +"What?" her voice said. Cassie was shocked. This was certainly her own voice, but it sounded colder and huskier. +"Nice to hear from you too, Cassandra," her mother's voice said, and again Cassie was shocked. She had never heard that much venom in her mother's voice. +"Call me Felicity!" the not-Cassie snapped. "Honestly, *mother*, how fucking thick are you? You know that's not my name anymore. Why are you even calling?" +"Dr Wilton called me. Apparently you've missed your last two appointments." +"How's that *your* concern?" she heard herself snap. +"Well, *maybe* it's because if you miss a third one, he'll have to inform the parole board," her mother said, voice oozing sarcasm. "But that doesn't bother you, does it? I'm sure you'd just *love* to spend another three years in prison." +Cassie saw her hand hang up on her not-mother, then throw the phone across the room. She felt herself stalk over to the window and wrench it open. Her alien hands reached for something on the windowsill, but she was reeling. Prison? This other version of herself had been to prison? What kind of nightmare was this? She felt something touch her lips, and realised with disgust that it was a cigarette. Her hands - Felicity's hands - were trying to light it, unsuccessfully. Cassie felt a sudden, alien stab of rage, and she - no, Felicity - threw the lighter out of the window. The anger was red and *vicious*, so much more violent than any anger she had felt before. +She watched the falling lighter land on the windscreen of a van in the street three storeys below. It braked, as did the car behind it, albeit not quickly enough. There was a dull crunch as their bumpers collided, and a shout of surprise from a pedestrian. Cassie experienced two things simultaneously - horror and guilt from herself, and a savage glee that could only belong to this warped version of Cassandra who called herself Felicity. The emotional dichotomy pulled her awareness back from Felicity, and she could feel her own body in bed. Cassie tried to go back to it, to wake it up, but she had no idea how. She was not the only one who had noticed something. She felt her brow furrow and heard herself - heard Felicity - growling. +"Who the fuck are you? Why are you in my head again?" +She saw the black-nailed hand lash out and felt a sting of pain on her cheek. Felicity had slapped herself! There was a grunt from the other room and the singing stopped, but Felicity hadn't noticed. +"Get out of my head get out of my head getoutofmyhead getoutofmyhead!" she was muttering, and to Cassie's horror, Felicity pulled a knife out of her jeans pocket. "Get out or I'll cut you out!" +The blade moved towards her eye, gripped in a white-knuckled, black nailed corruption of her own hand, and Cassie fled. She had no idea how she had done it this time, but she managed to get back to her own body in her own bed, and sat up with a gasp. Her cheek still stung, and her head was pounding. The room spun around her in a ghostly blur - the madness was in full force. Cassie fell out of bed and managed to stumble to the bathroom just in time to see several images of her hands clutching a dozen spinning copies of the toilet bowl and feel a hundred versions of her stomach empty themselves. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/folder.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d0f7ce9 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/1-Chapter_2/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +title: Chapter 2 +ID: 109 +type: folder +summarySentence:Criminals +label: 3 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 5000 +charCount: 32836 + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/0-Fly_tortures_Haan.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/0-Fly_tortures_Haan.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e3687ae --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/0-Fly_tortures_Haan.md @@ -0,0 +1,34 @@ +title: Fly tortures Haan +ID: 22 +type: md +summaryFull: Fly records herself plucking Haan's eyes out, shrythes backwards to show him the footage + + The gets the word "Banks" out of him +POV: 3 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +charCount: 1850 + + +Fly held two bloody eyeballs in front of her, one in each hand. Her visor was recording. Good. The lighting was perfect, and the acoustics were great, now that she'd shot out the buzzing air purifier. The pleading sobs of the man at her feet would be clear in this video. +"Thank you Fwy," she simpered in a mock child's voice, wiggling an eyeball like a puppet. "Mr Haan's skull was vewwy small." +"And it smewwed wike a wat's nest," replied the other eyeball as Fly jiggled it. +"Because you're a fucking rat," she explained in her own voice. +The man on the floor whimpered, so she kicked him. Blood leaked through his fingers as he clutched his face. +"Fwy, I wuv you," continued the first eye. +"Where would you like to go next, Mr Eye?" Fly asked merrily. +"I always wanted to twavel to his tight wittle wectum," squeaked Mr Eye. +"Put me down his thwoat, Fwy!" exclaimed Mrs Eye. "We can meet in the middle!" +Fly kicked the man again, and his hands flopped away from his face. He had died disappointingly quickly, the spoilsport. She stopped recording and shrothe a few minutes pastwards. +As the world coalesced around her, she saw the living Haan's eyes widen at the sight of their future selves clutched in her bloody hands. She sent the video to his dataterm, and watched his visor lens darken as he viewed her cinematic masterpiece and vomited. He seemed to have understood her message. +"Please!" he coughed. "Don't kill me. I don't know what you want." +She slapped him and waited. +"*P'zah torzh-vu*, Fly!" he sobbed. "I'm a friend to you, no? *Salagra mhe!*" +She didn't know what language he was speaking, and didn't feel like using the translator on her dataterm, so she slapped him again. +He whimpered, just like he had in her video. That sound, along with his pathetic cringe sent a flash of disgust and rage through her +so she used some of her chronocharge +" + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/1-Cassie_thinks_about_Felicity-_and_getting_the_ring.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/1-Cassie_thinks_about_Felicity-_and_getting_the_ring.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8733adc --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/1-Cassie_thinks_about_Felicity-_and_getting_the_ring.md @@ -0,0 +1,29 @@ +title: Cassie thinks about Felicity, and getting the ring +ID: 26 +type: md +POV: 0 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 4280 + + +Two days after her vision of Felicity, Cassie sat on the train, thinking and remembering. Her mind powers, her gift or curse or whatever it was, had always been a part of her. She didn't remember when she'd first noticed them, but according to her mother, weird things had been happened to her since she was eight or nine. Her bouts of the madness had been diagnosed as epilepsy, sub-psychotic episodes, or according to her internet research, autism, demonic possession or government mind control experiments. Of course, none of these diagnoses were at all helpful. +As far as she knew, her mum didn't suspect anything supernatural. If she did, she had been keeping the knowledge secret for over a decade longer than Cece had. Rose Caylitch wasn't a natural secret keeper, though. If her mother *had* noticed anything inexplicable, she was denying it to herself - which is of course what Cassie had been doing. Cassie liked to tell herself she was an enlightened woman of reason, that her madness was just that - madness. She had trusted in the medical world and its paradigm of empirical diagnosis to explain her experiences. She had discredited her own memories, painting over them with a veneer of scientific rationalisation. In her forced scepticism, she had deceived herself in much the same way zealots deceive themselves with *un*scientific beliefs. + Thinking about her mother made her remember the horror of the previous night, the way the not-Cassie Felicity had treated *her* mother. It was definitely not a dream, and she had proof that even the most stubborn part of her mind couldn't deny. When she had finished chucking up her guts into the toilet, her eyes had settled upon the ring, and the thumb that wore it. Its nail had been painted black. After seeing that, her stomach had immediately tried to empty itself again. Her sceptical mind had tried to tell her that she had painted it in her sleep - she was fairly certain Cece had some black nail polish somewhere in the flat - but she had never sleepwalked before. Furthermore, her thumb had changed in more than one way. Firstly, it had smelled of nicotine. + She'd scrubbed it until it hurt the previous night. The polish was gone, but she hadn't managed to remove the smell, not entirely. Secondly, she had a habit of chewing the skin around her fingers, and the other nine were callused from her gnawing. Thirdly, there was a scar on the knuckle. That certainly hadn't been there the day before. The strangest thing, though, was that it felt like *hers*. She didn't recoil as if it were an alien appendage growing on her hand. She smiled weakly at the thought of Felicity finding Cassie's unmanicured digit on her hand - if indeed Felicity was real. + She had jotted down the ring's journey in her mental notepad. The first point in its journey had been when she had acquired it five years ago as an awkward teenager. At the time, she had felt self-conscious about wearing it. There had been an invisible wall between herself and the other students at Knightswood Grammar. They hadn't bullied her exactly, but they'd never included her in anything. Wearing a ring had felt too much like trying to fit in. She had spotted it on a tray at a market stall. It had been sitting in a tray of the sort of gothic jewellery that teens would wear to be *edgy*. It had been the only ring there without a skull, pentagram or dragon, but her eye had been inexplicably drawn to it. + Then, she had shoplifted it. + She hadn't meant to do it, though. It had just appeared in her pocket when she'd arrived home, even though she could have sworn she hadn't been within an arm's length of the stall. She had blamed her madness, calling it *kleptamnesia*, but now she wasn't sure. Just like the pen she had summoned a few nights previously, she had somehow teleported it into her possession. She had worn it on her thumb after that, since it was too big for any other finger. Part of her had wanted to get rid of it out of guilt, but it had given her a strange warm comfort. + The third point in the ring's journey had been when she'd woken up in hospital. The second... the second point was the one she had tried to avoid thinking about: the bonfire party. The night when she had lost it, and gained a terror of the power within herself. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/2-Mei_tells_Jack_about_Carruthers.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/2-Mei_tells_Jack_about_Carruthers.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..50e1813 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/2-Mei_tells_Jack_about_Carruthers.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +title: Mei tells Jack about Carruthers +ID: 272 +type: md +summaryFull: Jack, Mei and Addy are set up in a temporary camp. + Mei tells Jack about Carruthers snooping +POV: 1 +label: 4 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 5567 + + +Jack applied an adhesive patch to a leaking drain pipe. The nanomesh constricted, wrapping the pipe and merging seamlessly with the plastic. Mei would frown upon the use of T3 tech in an unconnected timeline for something as mundane as plumbing repairs, but the dripping had been keeping him awake. +She was on her shift staking out Cassandra's flat two blocks away, leaving Jack and Addy in the makeshift base they had set up in a disused attic. Jack sighed and returned to his bed. The inflatable mattress was quite comfortable, having been made by the portable nanofabricator they had set up in the corner. +"They call it the Internet," Addy continued. +"Hmm?" Jack replied, sitting up. He realised that he had missed the start of a conversation, so he pushed his mind slightly out of timeline. The world became fainter, and he retraced his own timestream a few seconds before dropping back in. +"The datagrid here is surprisingly sophisticated for an unconnected timeline," past Addy said. +Jack watched his hands applying the adhesive patch again. This shrything technique was call *precollection*, and it allowed him to remember a moment in time perfectly by sending his consciousness pastwards while his body stayed in the present. +"I've cracked all the encryption algorithms, obviously, but the whole thing's a *ta'chakza* mess," Addy continued. "It's not one datagrid, it's thousands of them joined together. Their software is inefficient, but the comms protocols are incredibly complex." +Jack precalled himself walking towards the bed, and his mind reached the present again. +"They call it the Internet," Addy continued again. "And you don't need to precall everything I say. You can just ask me for the good bits." +"Good bits then," Jack replied. "Specifically money. I don't like living in a room I'm not paying for." +Addy nodded at that. He knew about Jack's childhood spent living in much danker rooms in a far grimmer London. +"Won't take long. My term is still learning the banking systems on this Internet grid, but they have something called 'cryptocurrency.' I've got myself a few hundred of some things called Bitcoins." +Jack nodded absently. He didn't care what the money was called here, as long as they had enough of it. +His dataterm pinged, and an image of Mei appeared in his visor. Addy's visor darkened as he too joined the conversation. +"Still no sign of any unusual chronoshifts," she began without salutation. "However there has been some activity from the local constabulary." +"Carruthers?" Jack guessed. +"Carruthers, and two subordinates," she confirmed. "They're observing Miss Caylich too, Captain. They tailed her and Miss Whethers to their places of work today. One of them placed this in her residence," she said, holding a small listening device. The image zoomed in on the object in her fingers. +"Leave it there, Mei," Jack instructed. "We can intercept the transmission once we have the comms working." +"Acknowledged," she said. "Furthermore, Carruthers hasn't approached Miss Caylich. However, he has been asking unusual questions to people who live or work nearby." +"Unusual?" +"Yes. He asked a shopkeeper if she had seen anyone disappearing or moving with supernatural speed." +"And had she?" +"No. I heard her contact someone as soon as he left. She said 'It was that mental copper again', if I recall." +Jack sighed. "Hopefully they all questioned his sanity." +The image fuzzed, flickering into a series of ghostly silhouettes. Mei had absently shrythen half a second pastwards - the flickers were the digital equivalent of an eye blur. +"And?" Jack asked, deducing that she wasn't done. +"And he was asking about you by name." +"Mei, I don't exist in this timeline. There was no point giving him a false name." +"I know that," she snapped. "But he knows you aren't a policeman. He's investigating 'supernatural persons,' as he calls us. He has evidently had contact with other chronoshrythers." +"Not surprising," Addy offered. "Miss Caylich has been shrything unconsciously almost every day." +Jack doubted Carruthers has witnessed Cassandra shrything. She was stealthy about it, albeit unconsciously. If her abilities were properly trained, she would be even stealthier than Addy. +"There might be a few other naturals nearby," Jack suggested. "Even in unconnected timelines, there are usually a few thousand people in the world strong enough to shrythe without being taught." +"But you don't think so," Addy guessed. +"No, I don't." +"He can't have encountered the Fly," Addy muttered, "on account of his still being alive." +"Banks believed she hadn't previously visited this timeline," Mei reminded him. "She followed an anchorline here - the one Banks had the anchortrace for. Anyway, I have nothing further to report." +Mei disconnected and the image of her vanished from their visors. Addy's visor darkened again as he got back to work making their dataterms understand the Internet datagrid. +Jack sighed again. Someone from the Ten Thousand Timelines must have been here in order to find the anchor in the first place. But who they had been, why they had done it, and *how* they had done it, remained a mystery. Whoever they had been, Carruthers had noticed. Jack couldn't fault the man's dedication. +He swung his legs back up onto the mattress and closed his eyes. There was a piece of the puzzle missing - a vital piece. If they didn't find out what it was before the Fly returned - and he had no doubt that she would, and soon - Cassandra would be dead. That thought sent an unexpected stab of anguish through his chest. No, he would not let that happen. He could not. diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/3-Fly_visits_Warlock_to_find_out_about_the_Leecher.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/3-Fly_visits_Warlock_to_find_out_about_the_Leecher.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2812e06 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/3-Fly_visits_Warlock_to_find_out_about_the_Leecher.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +title: Fly visits Warlock to find out about the Leecher +ID: 110 +type: md +POV: 3 +notes: - he tries to shoot at her, but she already has his bullets + - Fly is the only one who could ever shrythe past his defenses + - he's in bed with a Tvarutnan girl, Fly watches her flee + - Fly keeps having "flash forwards" of killing the girl + - The girl is the anchor, and Fly had already killed her to get in +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 9470 + + +When Fly shrothe into Warlock's bedchamber, he was mid-passion with a pretty Kjarnaki girl. Her head was craned back into the pillow, and her eyes were closed - no doubt so that she didn't have to see that stupid expression of his. Fly could only see the back of his head, but she knew he would be pulling a face like a constipated baboon. She quietly unbuckled her mask and settled herself in a plush armchair. There was a bowl of jelly drops on a table beside her, so she put one into her mouth and chewed. +The two lovers were getting louder and faster now. The girl's shrill voice set Fly's nerves on edge, and she could see her hand on the little whore's throat, blood running down her fingers as her nails bit into the tender... she squeezed her eyes shut, banishing the image. She had to focus! With a gargle like a wounded boar, Warlock finished and flopped onto the bed beside his little conquest. Fly started a lazy clap. "Bravo, maestro," she drawled. "You up to an encore?" +The girl shrieked, pulling the covers up to protect herself, her green eyes bright with terror. Fly could see her own hand gripping that throat tighter, tighter, crushing... she pulled herself together. She had to focus on the present. She was performing a shrything technique she called *causality bridging* which, as far as she knew, nobody else was capable of, or had even imagined. Therefore, it *was* called causality bridging. Her chronocharge was trickling away slowly, and if her mind wandered too much, she would snap out of this timeline. That would be inconvenient. +Warlock spun around, whipping a pistol from beside the bed. Reflexively, Fly shrothe a few minutes pastwards and removed the ammunition clip while the lovers were still oblivious, then returned to the present - the present in which Warlock was and pulling the trigger. +Fly chuckled at the tinny click. "Misplaced something, mate?" she asked, spinning the clip in her fingers. The barrel was steady, pointing directly at her head. "Very quick on the draw there, cowboy. Under two seconds, yes? But you'll never be as quick as the Fly. You know that, right?" Warlock glared at her, and she felt his mind tugging on the magazine in her hand. He was trying to shrythe it back into his pistol. It vanished from her hand as she pushed it along her causality bridge. She distantly heard it clatter to the floor on the other side of the bridge, and again she saw her hand on the girl's throat, felt the scream vibrate against her fingers... Concentrate! Stupid Fly, showing off like that. She should have just pocketed the ammo clip - she had drained a significant portion of her *time* with that stunt. +"K'sat, penta-sang *tuta*!" Fly snapped. Her Kjarnaki wasn't great, but the message was clear. The little whore fumbled for an anchor - a chip of quartz set in a chronocircuitry disk - and her wide eyes blurred before she was whipped out of the timeline. Warlock must have created that anchor for the girl - she was far too inept to shrythe away on her own that quickly. In her mind, Fly watched the girl squirm, her frantic eyes blur in sputtering flashes as she tried to shrythe away from... no! Fly had to concentrate! Her causality bridge would stay open for a few more seconds on the other end, but, with the girl gone, she would have no more distractions. She would be able to keep this end of the bridge open for another ownhour or two before her chronocharge ran out. +Warlock glared at her for at least ten more seconds, his biological eye dark, the other one glowing green as it scanned her. Then he lowered his pistol and barked out a laugh. "Fly! It's been a while. You still haven't learned to knock, have you?" +"And I never will," she smirked. "I enjoy catching people with their pants down." +"Ha! Ever the comedienne. Tell me what I can do for you this time." +"You just assume I want something from you, Warlock? Can't a girl drop in on an old friend?" She popped another jelly drop into her mouth and waited, but Warlock continued to study her, so she continued. "One would almost think you were trying not to be found. Where are we anyway?" +"Somewhere I *thought* nobody would be able to follow. How in the name of all the Gods did you get here?" +"I'm the Fly," she answered simply. He ought to know that by now. She checked her dataterm and raised her good eyebrow. "Wow, this really is nowhere. Uncharted timeline, zero radio signals. Are we the only people on Earth?" +Warlock nodded, climbing out of bed. He headed to a drink dispenser, not bothering to put any clothes on. He was making a point, so she made the point of ignoring his nudity. +"What can I do for you this time?" he repeated, handing her a glass of something cloudy and pungent. +Fly sighed and produced the leecher. "I need to find the cozzer who put this in me." +"You got leeched? How did you get away from..." he started, saw she was about to interrupt, then dryly answered his own question. "Because you're the Fly. Of course." +"You can trace it, right?" she asked. +"I'm the Warlock," he replied simply. +He led her towards his workshop, passing through a rather luxurious courtyard. She wondered how he'd managed to build himself such a palatial home in an empty timeline. She wanted to ask, but knew his response would simply be "I'm the Warlock." It was becoming a tradition between the two of them - she was the Fly, and he was the Warlock. Both acknowledged the other's unparalleled brilliance in their respective fields. He could make anything, and she could destroy anything - they were forces of nature. +His workshop was cluttered with exotic chronotech Fly had never seen before, but she didn't let him catch her examining it. He carefully took the leecher from her in a pair of forceps and placed it in a clamp under an array of lights and lenses. +"The trick to *these* is extracting the core without letting it touch anything else," he said, preparing a cutting laser. "Put this on," he instructed, handing her a visor. The laser blazed, and her visor darkened. A few seconds later, its work was done. The golden metal of the top half of the little bullet was now a puddle on the worktop, and a tiny cage of circuitry was exposed. In the centre was the core - a tiny black stone, no larger than a grain of rice. It was known as a zero stone, and it both fascinated and terrified her. To the eye, it was so black and unreflective that it was impossible to make out any solid shape to it - like dead pixels in reality. To the senses of a chronoshryther though, it was invisible. When she reached for it with her mind and examined its timestream, she saw nothing. Even the most chrono*un*stable physical object contained trace amounts of chronocharge, and a shryther as good as Fly could sense it, smelling the timelines in which the object had existed, and the people who had used it. Not a zero stone, however. It made her nose feel blocked. +"Yes, you can keep the core," she told Warlock, pre-empting the question she knew he would ask. "Just get a piece of the leecher I can use as a trace." +"Ah," he replied. "Not possible. You see, the core..." +"I know what zero stones do, ass. It's a chronocharge black hole. Nothing escapes the event horizon." +"Exactly," he said, pointing at the circuitry with a needle-nosed tool. "And in a leecher, the gold alloy is a conduit. This capacity microshunt pumps the chronocharge from whatever the metal touches and dumps it into the stone. I could possibly extract enough temporal residue for you to trace from this resonator valve, but that won't help either - it hasn't physically touched anything since it left the factory." +"So, you can't help me?" Fly asked. +"I'm the Warlock," he said in answer. "I have a few contacts in the Cosantori. I might be able to get a C.N.R. from the resonance feed." +Fly had no idea what a resonance feed was, but she felt her grip on the causality bridge slipping. She could see the Kjarnaki girl's face in her mind again, feel her pulse weakening... She squeezed her eyes and refocussed. There were only a few ownminutes before she was pulled out of Warlock's secret timeline. +"Let me know what you find," she said, turning. "And be easier to find next time." +"Can't promise that." +"Oh, by the way," Fly asked nonchalantly, "Does the name 'Banks' mean anything to you?" +"Banks?" he replied smoothly. "Can't say it does. Why?" +"No reason," she said, and let the bridge collapse. She snapped back into a dark courtyard in the grim city of Das-Kjarit, Timeline 5056, her body and mind reintegrating with the copy of herself she'd left behind. +As her two selves merged into one, the faint thoughts and sensations they'd shared across the causality bridge sprang into focus. She was pressing Warlock's plaything against a wall, her hand crushing the last of the life from the girl's pretty throat. Her fading struggles sent vibrations down Fly's arm and into her chest where they settled like hot brandy in a snowstorm. Fly's chin was wet - she had been drooling again. +She savoured the whore's last beautiful thrashes, her toes curling as the girl went limp. She released her grip, and the body crumpled into the dirt. +Fly removed her mask so that she could wipe her chin, then knelt down beside the corpse and whispered into its ear. "I wish you'd enjoyed that as much as I did, you little *disgrace* of a woman. You should thank me for killing you." +She stood up again, stretching, and licked the girl's blood from her knuckles before strapping on her mask as she shrothe away. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/4-Cassie_remembers_the_bonfire_night_party_-light_version-.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/4-Cassie_remembers_the_bonfire_night_party_-light_version-.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b8fb44e --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/4-Cassie_remembers_the_bonfire_night_party_-light_version-.md @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +title: Cassie remembers the bonfire night party (light version) +ID: 25 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 6 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 9736 + + +### five years ago +Cassie held a plastic cup of punch in both hands, feeling self-conscious. She wasn't sure if she was drunk, even though she couldn't have had more than three sips. It tasted terrible - half of the party goers must have added to the punch bowl. She'd never been drunk before, so she wasn't sure if the heat in her cheeks was from the drink, the bonfire blazing in the centre of the field, or simply the guilt of underage drinking. She knew it was stupid to feel that way - teenagers were getting drunk all around her, but she still had a goody-two-shoes fear that an adult was watching and disapproving. If anything, the surrounding kids were disapproving of her *not* drinking. +Of course, the flush of shame could also be coming from her awkward attempts at conversation with the boy standing beside her. He was almost as nervous as she was, which was probably why she had the courage to stand next to him at all. She could only hear a fraction of what he was saying over the noise of the crowd and the crappy music from the high decibel, low quality speaker system. His name was Mark, or perhaps Mike or Mick, and he liked role-playing games - that was about all she had gathered so far. He was also a student at Knightswood, two years below her, and she wasn't sure whether she liked him. Or rather, she wasn't sure whether she *wanted* to like him. He seemed nice enough, but she was hesitant to get to know him. +She was afraid that once he found out the quiet girl he'd been talking to at the bonfire night party was Cassandra Caylitch, he'd shun her. Social interactions confused her, but she was fairly certain that her stigma was catching. She wasn't sure why the other kids avoided her, but the thought of them avoiding Mark by association added another layer of guilt. +Suddenly, Cassie was angry at herself. Why *shouldn't* she talk to him? Why should the imagined opinions of other teenagers make *her* feel ashamed? There was a peculiar thrumming in the back of her head, and a new clarity to her mind. Boldness rushed through her. Let the other teenagers gossip! She looked up at Mark and smiled. His eyes were blue and his hair ginger and curly. She realised that he was quite good-looking in an awkward, geeky kind of way. He was more than a foot taller than her, but so were most people. +The thrumming grew stronger, and Cassie saw an array of possibilities before her. She imagined stepping forward and kissing him - she had never kissed a boy before, but she could imagine exactly how she would pull his face down to hers, exactly how his lips would taste. Next, she imagined throwing her drink in his face - that would end with him calling her a psycho and stalking off. She imagined several other things she could do, several other ways to start a conversation. In the end, she settled on a simple question. +"Are you here with anyone?" she asked, raising her voice and stepping closer to hear his reply. +"Was here with my brother, but he's gone off somewhere," he shouted back. "With Ellie Davis! I think they're hooking up!" He chortled, then looked embarrassed. Cassie thought *his* blushing cheeks were cute. Cuter than *hers*, anyway. She took several large gulps of her punch. +Just then, the music decided to stop. The thrumming faded and her crippling shyness returned. She'd been tolerating it all evening, but just when she needed something to drown out a conversation, the speakers went silent. +"Ooh, I think the fireworks are about to start!" Mark crowed. His boyish enthusiasm brought some of her boldness back. Not all of it, but enough. Cassie smiled and nodded, grateful for a new distraction. +The first firework launched with a hollow thump. She watched the trail of sparks climb higher, then saw the flash of red and green. A fraction of a second later the boom arrived. The sound made her ears ring, but she heard it with her whole body. As the thumps and cracks came faster, she felt a strange tingling in her skin. The vibrations sank into her chest and warmed her, and her strange confidence returned. Suddenly, all she wanted to do was kiss the boy next to her, just as she'd imagined moments before. +Part of Cassie was shocked by the unwanted feelings, but most of her mind was fascinated. She drained her cup and squeezed her eyes, but it didn't go away. As the pyrotechnic display built to a roar, she realised that she wouldn't be able to control herself much longer - if she didn't get away from Mark as soon as she could, she would do something she would *definitely* regret. +Dropping her cup, Cassie turned away from him and ran. Her skin burned whenever she brushed against someone, and the throbbing in her head was back, faster than before. She broke free from the of the crowd at the edge of the field where there was copse of trees. She hurried into it, tripping over long grass and undergrowth, until she was alone, leaning against a thick oak trunk. +The explosions were muffled by the trees, but she still felt the thrill rushing across her body with each thump. She had dropped her cup - a waste of punch, and littering besides - and run off into the trees like a startled child. Cassie's face burned with shame, and she swore at herself. She slammed her head backwards into the tree in frustration. The pain helped a little. She was about to hit her head again when a cry, quickly stifled, shocked her alert. +There was a brief lull in the fireworks display, and she heard rustling leaves and low voices a few trees further away. She crept toward the noises. A trio of shadows was partly visible on the other side of a holly bush, two hulking and one slender. One of the larger figures was pressing the smaller against a tree by the throat. +"I told you I deleted it!" a girl's frightened voice rasped. "Check my phone if you don't believe me!" +A man's voice barked out a cold laugh. "And we're just supposed to believe you didn't make a copy?" +"He'll cut you, girl," the other larger figure grunted. "Right psycho this one." +"If you've sent it to *anyone*, Nancy Drew, you'll be dead," the first man continued. From where Cassie was crouched, it sounded more a cold statement of fact than a threat. +Cassie's heart was drumming in time with the throbbing in her head. She had heard enough, and there was only one thing she could - run for help. She took off towards the glow of the bonfire, charging through the undergrowth. There was a shout behind her, and the second voice swore. There was a noise behind her like a rhinoceros crashing through thorn scrub. It was getting closer. She wasn't fast enough! Filling her lungs, she screamed, but just as her shriek sounded, the fireworks picked that moment to resume. Something enormous bowled into her, and she crashed to the ground. She heard the thump of her head striking the dirt before she felt the pain. A terrible weight pressed into the small of her back - a knee - and the stink of foul breath and alcohol washed across her face. +"Think you so smart, huh, girly?" the assailant grunted. +Cassie groped through the leaves for anything she could use as a weapon, and her hand landed on a rock the size of her fist. Her fingers scrabbled to pull it out of the dirt, but before she could get a grip, the knee lifted, and she was hauled to her feet. She hadn't managed to pick up the stone, but something else happened. The strange pulsing in her head was back, but she was in tune with it this time. It echoed to her heartbeat. +The array of possibilities she had seen earlier unfolded before her again, and in her mind, she could see what would happen next. The brute would spin her around and swipe at her head with a beefy hand. She could almost feel the blow before it happened, see prickles of light as her vision narrowed, so she ducked aside. Next, he would lunge forward and bear her to the ground again, and she saw more choices. She could roll away, but that would only earn her a few seconds. She could swing her knee up, right into where his face would be, but something told her she would dislocate her patella and be unable to escape. Cassie was also more aware of her surroundings, and knew there would be a sharp stick two feet to the left. Possibilities swirled faster, and she instinctively knew exactly where to reach, exactly how to brace the stick as the attacker leapt. She chose the possibility in which the stick was in the perfect position, and let *that* one happen. He grunted as it skewered him, then thudded to the ground, groaning and clutching his belly. +As the pulsations in her head swelled, Cassie could see not only what *could* happen, but what *might have* happened. She could picture how she would be unconscious on the ground if she had landed a few inches to the right and fractured her skull on an exposed root. She could dimly see a possible reality where she was back at the bonfire, kissing a bewildered Mark. In every ghostly world that drifted before her however, she could see a girl in the woods attacked and fatally wounded. In most of them, Cassie herself was unaware of the crime, but in one that seemed particularly tangible, she saw herself running away, leaving the other girl to die. +The urge to flee was powerful, but actually seeing herself abandoning someone to their death crushed the temptation, and filled her with determination and rage. She stepped up to the man on the ground. In the flash of a particularly bright firework, she saw his face contorted with pain, but she didn't allow herself to hesitate. With all her strength, she stomped on his neck. There was a wet crunch. She couldn't hear the sound over the fireworks, but she felt it through her boot. The sensation both disgusted and thrilled her. The man's face slackened, and his limbs flopped to the ground. + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/5-The_fight_and_rescue_-light_version-.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/5-The_fight_and_rescue_-light_version-.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8aa2196 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/5-The_fight_and_rescue_-light_version-.md @@ -0,0 +1,29 @@ +title: The fight and rescue (light version) +ID: 27 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 4229 + + +Cassie hoped she wouldn't be too late to help. She hurried back to where the girl had been and, as she rounded the holly bush, saw the other man holding her to his chest, left hand over her mouth. In his right hand, he held a flick-knife. Cassie recognised the girl as Cecilia Whethers, a classmate she had never really spoken to. Cecilia's hair was tangled and her eyes terrified. +"Let her go!" Cassie commanded. +"Where's Gazza?" the man demanded, ignoring her. +"Let her go!" she repeated. +"Where is he?" he demanded again. "What you done to him, bitch? Tell me or I shank your friend!" +Cassie didn't reply. The thrumming in her head was slowing, and she couldn't see as many possibilities surrounding her as she had moments ago. In the few she *could* see, the only one in which the man *wouldn't* stab Cecilia was the one in which she charged at him, so that was the one she chose. She ran forward, and he threw Cecilia aside, slashing at Cassie. Cassie could barely see in the darkness, and the thrumming had faded, so the cut took her by surprise. She felt a sharp line of pain across her face and was stunned for a long second. +Blood filled her right eye and she staggered back. The man slashed again with his knife, and she put her hand up to block the blade. It bit into the flesh of her thumb, stopped only by her ring. She pulled her hand back, and the knife came with it, a serration on its blade caught on the haematite. Dizzying pain buckled her knees and she fell to the ground. She clutched her right hand to her chest, overcome by a wave of fatigue and disappointment at her own stupidity. The knife was stuck in the flesh of her thumb, caught between ring and bone. +The man's shape loomed over her, just a silhouette in the darkness. The fireworks had stopped and drunken cheers filtered through the trees. She gripped the knife by the hilt and, knowing it was an incredibly foolish thing to do, yanked it out. She expected the resulting pain to be blinding, but it never came. For some indecipherable reason, the throbbing in her head had returned, and clarity blossomed. She threw the knife at the shadow with her left hand. Possibilities multiplied and whirled. She saw the knife fly away into the darkness, or bounce off the man's head, or cut him in a hundred different ways. In one possible reality, it flew true and lodged in his eye. Without knowing how she did it, she chose that one. The blade thunked perfectly into the shape above her, and the shape froze, just for a second, then crumpled to the ground beside her, motionless. +Cecilia Whethers was kneeling a few feet away, eyes even wider than they had been when she had been held captive. In some realities, she was running away screaming, but in Cassie's reality she just mouthed silent questions. Cassie stood up. Her face and hand were aching, throbbing in time with the pulsing in her head, and she realised what this would look like to anyone who arrived. There were two corpses in the woods - one with a knife covered in her bloody fingerprints in its eye socket, the other with her boot print on its broken neck. On top of all that, she was bleeding badly. It wasn't fair! +The more she thought about her situation, the worse she realised it was. She had done the right thing, but how could she explain the blood, the bodies? One of those alien possibilities swam into focus, and she looked *into* it as a disembodied observer. With disgust, she saw another Cassie, hitting her head against a tree like a toddler throwing a tantrum, while, fifty yards away, Cecilia Whethers was on the ground, beaten and bleeding, her last agonising minutes slipping away. Incandescent fury clenched Cassie's gut, melding with her disgust, and she *threw* everything at that other Cassandra. +She had no idea what she'd done or how she's done it. The disgust, anger, fear and pain were gone. Her injuries were gone too, no hint of a cut on her hand or face, and the throbbing was gone from her head. Cassie felt drained, squeezed dry of emotion and energy, so she leant against a tree and slid to the ground. Cecilia's petrified face peeked into her field of vision, and Cassie let her mind go blank, except for a tiny part of it that wondered where her ring had gone. + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/folder.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5fceff2 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/2-Chapter_3/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +title: Chapter 3 +ID: 23 +type: folder +summarySentence:Strangers +label: 3 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 5000 +charCount: 35132 + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/0-Fly-s_causality_bridge.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/0-Fly-s_causality_bridge.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8891d7f --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/0-Fly-s_causality_bridge.md @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +title: Fly's causality bridge +ID: 24 +type: md +summarySentence:Explain causality bridge +POV: 3 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 +charCount: 4817 + + +Fly sat in a tree. She liked trees. Being surrounded by leaves was calming. She plucked a 3Fall cartridge from her pocket out of habit, but the verdant aura of the tree was so pleasant that she didn't feel the need to breath in a dose. Today, Fly was a leopard, crouching in the branches, waiting for her prey. She leant back against the trunk, her polyform coat shifting hue to match the bark. Her thoughts drifted back to her most recent kill - Warlock's little Kjarnaki plaything. +Chronoshrythers were taught that you couldn't use a living thing as an anchor. Anchors needed to chronostable, and that meant they had to be solid and old. Their substance needed to be regular and unchanging in both time and space. Stone was best - the crystalline structure of rock remains stationary for millions of years. The older the crystal, the more chronocharge it can hold. Organisms, especially chronosensitive ones like humans, were too unstable - the chronocharge within them won't hold the imprint of another timeline. Unless, of course, you're Fly - she had discovered that an anchor didn't have to be physical. +The anchor into Warlock's sanctum had been the Kjarnaki whore's own memories. Fly had had to split her consciousness, one half following the girl's timestream back through the twelve of the girl's owndays it had been since Fly had chased her away from Warlock's bedroom, the other half staying in T5056 to hold the bridge open, pouring chronocharge into the girl's weakening body. Every time Fly had altered the girl's past in Warlock's sanctuary on the other side of the bridge, the timeline had forked, and Fly had had to use her own store of chronocharge to force back it into coherence. That was why she called it a *causality* bridge. Every action the girl had taken, every decision she had made, could have resulted in a paradox, which would have broken the bridge and killed the version of Fly on the inside. +Conversely, the more she had frightened the girl while on the inside, the stronger the memory had been, and therefore, the stronger the bridge. It bent Fly's brain when she tried to assemble the logic of it. All she really needed to know was that she *could* do it. +Warlock's penthouse in T9557 had been a false trail. She had spent own*weeks* trying to locate Warlock, and had finally tracked down the whore. The quartz she had used to shrythe out of Warlock's world had shattered as soon as she'd arrived back in a known timeline. It had been a one-way key - Warlock had taken no chances. +Fly still hadn't managed to discover why he was in hiding. She had heard rumours that he had run afoul of the Black Ribbon, but wasn't sure if she believed them. Black Ribbon had been in control of the Wei Long timepool for centuries, and were arguably the most powerful skrifter clan in the T3. Most of Warlock's business came from the Black Ribbon, as did Fly's, and he was too cautious to anger them without good reason. +Warlock hadn't been able to work his wizardry on the leecher. Or rather, hadn't been willing to. When she'd asked him if the name 'Banks' meant anything to him, he'd brushed it off so smoothly that anyone who didn't know him as well as Fly herself did wouldn't have noticed - a minute flicker in his chronocharge had given him away before he could master himself. +Fly's tree was in an unregistered timeline - one not linked to the Ten Thousand by Croncore - but it was connected to the T3 by numerous pirate portals, and her dataterm could detect a torrent of comms through independent timeline interlinks. She had traced her current prey - a skrifter boss and cyberneticist known as 'the Surgeon' - to the mansion beside her tree. He would be leaving the building and passing directly under her tree in a few minutes - she had observed it in several possible futures. She wasn't interested in who he was or why one of the Black Ribbon factions wanted him dead, but she had been promised information as payment for his head. +The heavy door opened silently, and a fat man in a white silken faux labcoat stepped out, flanked by two bodyguards. Fly ground her teeth and swore quietly - they hadn't been there when she had looked into the future. The Surgeon must be more chronosensitive that she'd assumed, if he'd been able to sense Fly's snooping. He had sensed that a chronoshryther had would have observed him in the futures, and had prepared. She watched the bodyguards, noting by their unnatural gait that they were some of the Surgeon's creations. She wondered how much of them was still meat beneath all that armour, whether they would bleed, and what colour the blood might be. +Fly realised that she was giggling softly. That wasn't very stealthy. She reached into herself to draw upon her store of chronocharge, and the world swirled and blurred as she pounced from the tree. diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/1-Cassie_tries_to_catch_Jack-s_attention.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/1-Cassie_tries_to_catch_Jack-s_attention.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..13fab19 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/1-Cassie_tries_to_catch_Jack-s_attention.md @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +title: Cassie tries to catch Jack's attention +ID: 30 +type: md +summaryFull: Cassie tries to summon the madness, + Felicity has a vision of Cassie +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 +charCount: 2039 + + +"I still think this is a bad idea, Ce," Cassie muttered as she and Cece sat on a bench in the town's high street. +"No you don't, Cass." +"It goes against my instincts. I've spent my life trying to hold it in, you know? Suppress it. I don't know if I can just start doing... *it*. Maybe if I feel like I'm in danger?" +"I could try to kill you," Cece suggested. +Cassie chuckled. "I said I'd have to feel like I'm in *danger*, Ce." +"I'm not dangerous then?" +"Not unless we consider your cooking." +Cece gave Cassie an indignant shove. "What about the ring, then? That's got to have something to do with it." +"I don't know if I should," Cassie mumbled, stuffing her hand further into her pocket. +Cece made an expression with her forehead that Cassie had no trouble interpreting. It created a little crease above her left eye, and it meant she had read Cassie's mind. Cassie had no idea how her friend did it, but Cece was a human lie detector - at least with Cassie. "Spill," she commanded. +"Spill what, Ce?" Cassie said innocently, staring at her lap. +Cece didn't back down. "Spill," she repeated, holding out her hand. "Let me see." +Cassie fumbled at the ring, trying to keep her right hand hidden, but Cece grabbed her wrist and pulled. For a moment Cassie hoped that Cece wouldn't notice the changes to her thumb, but her friend was in detective mode. +Within a second, Cece froze. Her eyes were huge, and she was mouthing "Oh my God." She ran a finger along the scar. +"Cass," Cece gulped, then plastered a serious expression on her face and tried again. "Cassie. Is there anything you may have neglected to mention to me?" Cassie looked away, but Cece caught her face and turned it towards her. "Remember, Cass, I *know*. I'm on your side. You don't need to hide anything from me." +Cassie sighed. "Alright, I'll explain. I don't really know where to start. But not here, Ce. We have to go somewhere more private." +"Yes," Cece agreed. "Freddo's Gelato? I sense this is a Cassie-plus-ice-cream thing." +Cassie smiled. "A Cassie-plus-*lots*-of-ice-cream thing." + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/2-Cassie_tells_Cece_about_Felicity.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/2-Cassie_tells_Cece_about_Felicity.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ddac0e4 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/2-Cassie_tells_Cece_about_Felicity.md @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +title: Cassie tells Cece about Felicity +ID: 32 +type: md +POV: 0 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 +charCount: 3145 + + +"And then I woke up and puked. Barely made it to the bathroom," Cassie finished, swallowing another mouthful of double chocolate fudge something or other. "That's when I noticed my thumb." +"*Her* thumb," Cece corrected, eying the offending digit. It was holding the ice-cream spoon the way it always had. +"No, *my* thumb," Cassie replied. "It's hard to explain. It feels different, but at the same time, it's part of me." +"But *you're* not Felicity, Cass," Cece continued. "She isn't real. Strange scar or not, you never left the flat." +Cassie frowned. She had a theory about Felicity, but wasn't sure if she was ready to share it, even though she trusted Cece more than anyone. She suspected that Cece might have reached a similar conclusion, so she decided to ask. "Hypothesis?" +"Well..." Cece began. There was a journalistic spark in her eyes. "The night of the party. You were..." she trailed off as she saw Cassie cringe away, and put a sisterly arm around her shoulders. "On the night of the party, when you rescued me, you were slashed on your thumb. You... made your wounds vanish. I remember, Cass. They disappeared. They didn't heal, they were just gone. Now that the ring has returned, it seems like the scar followed it." +Cassie felt a breeze of relief. Cece had figured out half of it. Perhaps she would have more time to ponder. She could tell Cece tomorrow, at home. The relief shrivelled away, however, as Cece leant right in and whispered. "But the body. You... you killed him Cass." She gripped Cassie's shoulder to stop her pulling away. "No, don't say anything - I'm glad you did. But you made the body disappear too. I saw it vanish from the ground." +"You think the bodies might come back too?" Cassie hissed. Her face and armpits prickled with adrenaline. She glanced around the café, picturing corpses popping out of thin air, but then remembered what she had puzzled out. If she was right, the bodies wouldn't appear. +"Bod*ies*?" Cece gasped. "You *did* kill the other one! How? No, don't tell me here." +Cassie mentally kicked herself. It was bad enough that Cece had known her 'little witch' had committed homicide, and kept it secret for five years, but she has known, or at least suspected, that it had been a double homicide. To add to her mood, her head had started to thrum. "It's starting, Ce." +"The... *it*?" +"Yes. And no, I'm not going to make a scene now. Gilligan, if that's really his name, can find me another day." +The thrumming intensified, and Cassie felt a strange surge of anger mixing with the inevitable fear. She squeezed her eyes and rubbed her temples. +"Cassie, it's okay," Cece whispered. "Let's go home. There's more ice cream there." +The sound of Cece's voice stirred something vile inside Cassie, and she looked up. The vibrations in her head deepened, and as she looked into her dearest friend's eyes, a surge of hatred and rage more violent than anything she had ever experienced flooded her. It wasn't her emotion, she was absolutely certain. Not only had Cece done nothing to trigger it, but Cassie knew that she herself was utterly incapable of such hatred. +The world swam, and the gelateria faded away. + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/3-Mei_and_Addy_meet_Jack.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/3-Mei_and_Addy_meet_Jack.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b4fdeb6 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/3-Mei_and_Addy_meet_Jack.md @@ -0,0 +1,41 @@ +title: Mei and Addy meet Jack +ID: 146 +type: md +POV: 1 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 +charCount: 3710 + + +Jack looked down on the high street from a second-storey window. He had a good view of the town, and the ice-cream shop Cassandra Caylitch had just entered with her friend was directly across from him. +He had chosen this flat for its view of Cassandra's daily walk to the station. According to Mei, they were paying way more than the asking rent, but that didn't matter. His dataterm could now manipulate this world's banking systems, essentially making him infinitely wealthy. He smiled as he thought about the small plastic rectangle in his pocket - Platinum Executive Plus, it called itself. +"Captain, are you listening to me?" Mei barked. She and Addy sat at an expensive walnut dining table. Mei glanced disapprovingly at the polished wood, and Addy had one foot resting on it. +Jack replayed their conversation in his head. He'd missed a bit, so he started to precall the conversation, but Mei blocked him. Her eyes blurred as she willed him back to the present. +"That's a no, then," she snapped. "I said we've been watching the girl for weeks, and there's been no sign of the Fly. Either she's lost the ability to re-enter this timeline, or she knows we're waiting for her." +Jack tried to think of a witty way to brush Mei's concerns away, but Addy spoke before he could come up with something. +"Perhaps Banks was wrong, Jack. Maybe Cassandra Caylich isn't the key to stopping that *p'terato*. Maybe we should hand this one to Special Juris." +Jack opened his mouth to protest, but Addy anticipated his reply. +"Yes, yes, we all gave him our word that we would finish this for him. But we're still Cosantori Aeturnix. Our primary duty is to the law." +"Firstly," Jack replied, "Banks was right, and you know it. We all owe him our lives many times over. Secondly, if the Fly knew we were here, *we* would know that she knew. She would make sure of that. Thirdly, Cassandra..." +"...is pretty," Addy interrupted again. Mei snorted. +"I was not going to say that." +"No, you were going to say something about her untrained yet remarkable chronoshrything abilities." +"Her abilities *are* remarkable." +"That's not important right now, Captain," Mei interjected. "They won't do her any good if she's dead. More importantly, they won't do us much good if she doesn't lead us to anything. And she's not that pretty." +"Honestly, Mei..." Jack began, but his words vanished. Deep pulses shook the back of his head. Addy and Mei rushed to the window beside him. +"What on Earth?" Mei hissed. +The sensation was coming from Freddo's Gelateria. Whatever Cassandra was doing, or whatever was happening to her was immense. The fact that they could sense a chronoshift from this distance was astounding, and the tone of the vibration was deeper than any he had ever sensed. Instead of a flutter or a hum, it was a heaving swell, like a storm surge beneath a dinghy. His stomach churned. Mei choked back a wretch, and even Addy gulped. +"It's not the Fly," Jack muttered, focussing his senses on the disturbance. "That doesn't feel like a fight, whatever it is." +"Doesn't mean it isn't her," Addy pointed out, checking his pistol. "Tactics, Captain? Chrono, full charge or incog?" +"Myself and Mei incog from the street. You go long chrono, but stay invisible unless we're in trouble." +Addy nodded, eyes blurring as he vanished an hour into the past. Jack hoped the Fly wouldn't have sensed that, but if anyone could shrythe undetectably, it was Addy. +In unison, Jack and Mei checked their own pistols - dim blue lights on the stock indicated full magazines. The chronodampening rounds - known commonly as 'leechers' - were activated, giving the grip a cold, ghostly feeling that he nevertheless found reassuring. +Wordlessly, they headed for the street. + + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/4-Cassie_sees_Felicity-s_memory_of_the_trial.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/4-Cassie_sees_Felicity-s_memory_of_the_trial.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3ec6455 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/4-Cassie_sees_Felicity-s_memory_of_the_trial.md @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +title: Cassie sees Felicity's memory of the trial +ID: 32 +type: md +summaryFull: In the gelateria, Felicity "possesses" Cassie +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 5076 + + +She was in a courtroom. There were cold iron shackles on her wrists and ankles, and her polyester jumpsuit itched. She felt ragged inside, drained of emotion, as if she had been crying and raging until nothing was left. But into the emptiness seeped a darker emotion. Hatred and betrayal billowed as she watched a younger version of Cece walk up to the witness stand. She felt herself glare at her friend as she perched on her chair to be sworn in. She was utterly confused. What had happened to the ice-cream parlour? Was she dreaming? Hallucinating? The courtroom was vividly real. +Cassie could feel her body elsewhere at the same time - lying on a lumpy mattress with her eyes closed. Although the experience felt more like a memory than a dream, she had certainly never had anything like this happen to her. +Cassie felt herself tensing to stand up and scream at Cece as she was sworn in, but the clinking of her manacles alerted the beefy policewoman beside her, who firmly pushed Cassie back into her seat. She tried to separate herself from the false memory and open her real eyes, but their lids wouldn't obey her. +"We have established that on the night in question, the first victim was impaled on a tree branch, and a boot print matching the defendant's was found on his neck," said a bespectacled man whose wig identified him as the crown prosecutor. "However, many details are as yet unclear regarding the second victim." Cassie hadn't noticed him stand, but in the way of dreams and memories, he was mid-speech. +"At the time I took the video, um, I..." Cece hesitated, answering a question from the prosecutor that Cassie had missed. Cece cleared her throat. "When I took the video in exhibit four, I was following the second victim. I had observed him selling something to some kids at the party, and I wanted to gather proof that he was dealing drugs." +"So you decided to follow him on your own?" The prosecutor asked +"Yes," replied Cece, fidgeting. +"And 3 minutes, 42 second into your video, you saw the defendant throw a knife into the victim's eye, killing him instantly?" the prosecutor continued. +Cassie watched the teenage version of her best friend hesitate, then glance towards her, and, as their eyes met, a vicious spear of rage burned through her. She was definitely in Felicity's head again. This was Felicity's memory. She felt a chuckle rising in her - no, Felicity's - throat, and Felicity's eyelids opened enough for Cassie to see a grimy ceiling. Smug triumph flowed along the strange link between them. They were in the grimy bedroom she recognised from her previous vision, the curtains drawn and lights off. Felicity closed her eyes, then delved back into her memory of trial, dragging Cassie with her. +Back in the memory, Cece was looking down at her lap in fear. The prosecutor repeated his question. "Miss Whethers, did you see the defendant throw the knife into the victim's eye?" +Cece took in a deep breath and looked up with a defiant tilt of her chin that brought forth a spark of fondness in Cassie; a spark almost bright enough to cut through Felicity's rage. "No, I did not see Cassandra Caylich." +"But she could have been concealed nearby?" the barrister prodded. "Behind the fence we saw at 3 minutes, 20 seconds?" +"I did not see her at all that night." +The prosecutor's tone sweetened. "But you could have missed her, right? Nobody expects you to have noticed everything. In fact, I'm impressed with how much you did remember, Miss Whethers." +Cece blushed and whispered what could have been a "thank you." Cassie was again struck with how young Cece looked in this memory. +"So she could have been nearby?" +"Um," Cece faltered, "I suppose she could have." +"No!" shrieked the young Cassie, her manacles rattling. "He's manipulating you! You *know* I didn't!" +The magistrate whacked the gavel, shouting something inaudible as the neanderthal of a policewoman wrestled her back to her seat. She howled, straining against the brawny arms, the shackles, and the cruel injustice of it. +Something snapped, and Cassie was back in the present, in her own head, staring at a puddle of vomit on a tiled floor. She was back in Freddo's gelateria, on her hands and knees, Cece holding her hair. She felt the urge to strangle Cece, her hand shooting for her friend's throat before she could stop it, but she overbalanced before it could get a chokehold. Feeling Felicity's hatred swirling within her own chest made her feel unclean. Violated. +The poisonous emotion heaved her stomach again, and more ice-cream emptied onto the floor. A detached part of her mind noticed that it was still cold on the way back up. "Ce...," she coughed. "Cece! I'm so sorry!" +Her friend shushed her. "Let's get you home. Don't say anything." +"It was..." +"Felicity," Cece finished, pointing to Cassie's hand. "I know. I saw it happen this time." +Puzzled, Cassie looked at her hand, then recoiled. Her index finger had a black-painted nail, and part of a tattoo was visible on the knuckle. The scar stretched past her ring now, down the base of her thumb and ending just before her wrist. + + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/5-Cassie_confronts_Addy_in_the_gelateria.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/5-Cassie_confronts_Addy_in_the_gelateria.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..474a23f --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/5-Cassie_confronts_Addy_in_the_gelateria.md @@ -0,0 +1,39 @@ +title: Cassie confronts Addy in the gelateria +ID: 194 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 4153 + + +Cece pulled Cassie up and steered her back to her seat. She glared around the café, daring the other customers to say anything. There was a mother hurrying two gawking children through the door, and a man in a shabby coat who appeared to be asleep in another booth. Cassie hadn't noticed him come in. +"I'm taking you home, Cass," she said. "And I think you should call your mum." +"No," Cassie groaned. "You know what she's like." +Cece passed Cassie a paper napkin. She wiped her chin and frowned. Something still felt strange. The familiar feeling of madness had faded, but there was something else going on. There was a flickering pulse in the back of her head, similar to the madness, but distinct and separate. She concentrated on it, unsure if she was imagining it. +"Cass?" Cece asked, putting a hand on her arm. "Is it coming back?" +"No, this is different," she replied. "Hang on a minute." +The sensation was gone, but as she focussed on the memory, she felt... something. It was like the echo of an echo, or the memory of a smell. She concentrated, teeth clenched, until a sudden rush of clarity filled her. The sensation was coming from the opposite booth. She saw the shabby man feigning sleep, but at the same time another version of him was sidling into the shop. The phantom copy looked just as real as the man, but instinct told her that it had happened more than half an hour ago. +Cassie heard Cece wince, and realized that she was gripping her friend's hand so hard that her knuckles were white. +"He's one of them!" she hissed, releasing Cece's hand and jabbing a finger at the doppelgänger. It slid into the booth and *merged* with the stranger. Cassie backed up into her seat, pulse pounding, but Cece stood to confront him. +Cassie tried to pull her back to her seat, but Cece was always too bold for her own good. Like the teenaged version of her friend she had just seen following the drug dealers in Felicity's memory, her own Cecilia Whethers was putting her principles before her safely. +"No!" she squeaked. "You don't know how dangerous they are!" +Cece ignored her, and the stranger looked up. Cassie knew what she would see, but it sent a thrill of fear through her nonetheless. His eyes were blurred smudges. Cece didn't seem to notice, or perhaps only Cassie herself could see it. +Cassie realized that she was spinning her ring around her thumb with her new black-nailed index finger. Odd, yet significant. The gesture gave her a sense of strength. She was in control now. The stranger split into three - one stayed seated, one dashed for the door, and the other... the other one flickered. Cassie focussed on the third one and, as she did so, felt something push back against her mind. She gritted her teeth and concentrated. The thrumming in her head strengthened. Something gave way and the man's eyes unblurred. Possibilities collapsed and only the seated version remained. He looked stunned for half a second, then recovered his composure. He drooped his eyelids and affected a slightly stoned smile. +"Can I help you ladies?" he asked. Cassie couldn't place his accent. "Are you unwell, Miss?" +Cece opened her mouth to accuse him of something, but, for the first time Cassie could remember, couldn't think of anything to say. Cassie could, however. +"I'm assuming you're an associate of Jack Gilligan," she stated dryly. +"Who?" he asked. His look of confusion was so convincing that she almost apologized to him, but caught herself and stared at him. The pulsing in her mind returned for an instant, and his eyes flickered with a hint of the blurred nothingness. He maintained the dopey hobo façade for another second, then let a grin split his face. +"Ha!" he barked, slapping the table, startling Cece. "Ha! He was right about you, Miss Caylich. You are something special!" +"What is that supposed to mean?" Cassie snapped. "And who are you?" +Still chuckling, the man stood up and bobbed a peculiar bow, touching his right hand to his chest. "Addy d'Eagle." +Cassie frowned for a moment before realizing that he had spoken his name. +Addy d'Eagle donned a sleek pair of glasses. One of the lenses darkened briefly, and he said "False alarm, Jack." + + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/folder.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..abc1617 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/3-Chapter_4/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +title: Chapter 4 +ID: 28 +type: folder +summarySentence:Others +label: 3 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 5000 +charCount: 22940 + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/0-Jack_and_Mei_meet_Cassie_and_Cece.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/0-Jack_and_Mei_meet_Cassie_and_Cece.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..74bf7ea --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/0-Jack_and_Mei_meet_Cassie_and_Cece.md @@ -0,0 +1,55 @@ +title: Jack and Mei meet Cassie and Cece +ID: 177 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 5816 + + +The door to the café opened with a chime, and Jack Gilligan sauntered in. He nodded at the man called Addy d'Eagle and gave Cassie an insufferable smile at which Addy shook his head, tutting. +Jack was followed in by a tall woman in a severe business suit and sunglasses. Even though Cassie could not see the woman's eyes, she felt a disapproving stare. The woman pointedly ignored the puddle of sick on the floor. +Cece shuffled backwards, her bravado overcome by the strangeness of it all now that Cassie was taking charge. In the corner of her vision, Cassie saw her staring at Jack Gilligan and twirling a lock of her hair. That caused a little flush of irritation at Cece which was, however, quickly washed away by anger at the man who called himself *agent* Jack Gilligan. +"Good afternoon, Miss Caylich," he greeted her. +Cassie opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't think of anything polite to say. +"No, you're not insane," he said, dropping the formality with a grin. "Secondly, yes I know what's happening to you. Thirdly, no I'm not a policeman. Well, not exactly, but I'll get to that. Fourthly, yes you are still in danger. And finally, I sincerely apologise for tranquilising you." +"Apology not accepted. And don't act like you know what questions I was going to ask you." +"What would you like to know first then, Miss Caylich?" +"What are you? What am *I*? I'd have thought that would be obvious" +"What are we?" Jack said, sweeping his arms theatrically. "We, Miss Caylich, are time travellers." +Cassie whipped her gaze around the café, alarmed that the words 'time travellers' had been spoken aloud, but the family was gone. Cece nodded slightly, a thin smile on her face. +She felt a thrumming again, and this time she located it immediately - it was coming from the tall woman in the suit. The woman flickered forwards, hand darting to Cece's shoulder, and the two of them vanished before Cece could cry out. +Cassie tried to repeat what she had done to Addy d'Eagle, but her mind wouldn't focus. She spun towards Jack Gilligan, fists raised. He was holding a mobile phone towards her - *Cassie's* phone. She hadn't felt him take it from her pocket. +"Just a moment," he said, holding up the index finger of his other hand with a theatricality that made her teeth grind. Before she could slap him, the phone rang, Cece's smiling avatar on screen. +Cassie snatched it from him and answered. "Ce? Are you ok? What did she do to you?" +"I'm fine Cass," Cece replied. "I'm at the flat." Cassie felt a swell of relief to hear her friend's voice, quickly followed by bewilderment. +"How?" +"I'm... well, I'm not sure really. That woman sort of zapped me here, then straight up vanished. Are *you* ok, Cass?" +"I'm fine, I think. I'm angry. I'll talk when I get home." +"Gotcha," replied Cece, hanging up. +Cassie pocketed her phone and rounded on Jack Gilligan. +"She is unharmed, Miss Caylich, I assure you." +"She had bloody well better be, Gilligan. Second question," she snapped, "What the hell is that Fly woman? When you lied about her in the hospital, I *sensed* you were about to say 'in the known timelines', even you actually said 'the world'. What does that even mean? And how did I know that?" +"You sensed that?" he asked, eyebrows pulling together. +Addy d'Eagle chuckled. "Don't try prepeating on this one, Jack. She pulled *me* out of my long chrono, and I was more than an ownhour out." +Gilligan's mouth dropped open for half a second before flashing into a crooked grin. "You *are* strong, Miss Caylich." +Unable to hold in her frustration, Cassie let out a growl that rose to a shriek. She picked up an empty ice-cream bowl from her table, hands shaking as she resisted the urge to throw it to the floor. +"Stop spamming me with those nonsense words," she demanded. "I asked you who this Fly is, or *what* she is." +"She is..." he started, then trailed off. He had a new expression on his face that she thought might be uncertainty. "Well, I didn't lie entirely. She is from the same timescape... the same *universe* as me, one could say, and she is probably the most dangerous individual in existence. And I am unfamiliar with the term 'spam'." +"It means that you're still not making any sense to me," Cassie said, although something *did* make sense now. Could he be talking about parallel universes? That would explain Felicity. +"Why don't we start by sitting down, Miss Caylich?" he suggested. "I too am quite fond of ice-cream." +"Not bloody likely," Cassie said. She put the empty bowl back on the table, now that the desire to smash it had subsided, and looked around the shop. She doubted she could eat here again without the remembering being Felicity at her murder trial. +"Suit yourself," he said, settling himself on Cece's vacated seat. +Cassie refused to sit, glaring at him. A waitress entered from a back room, carrying a mop and bucket. Cassie remained on her feet for several seconds, trying to decide whether sitting or standing would feel more like losing whatever mind-game he was playing with her. In the end, she sat. +"Well?" she prompted. "Why don't we start with what you did to my friend." +"Cosantor Hwen - the woman in the suit - travelled a few minutes pastwards while touching her, bifurcating the timeline. She then reintegrated back into this timeline, your friend in tow." +"What did I say about word spam?" +"I was explaining, like you asked, Miss Caylich." +"Then start with something that makes sense." +"Very well," he sighed, leaning back in his seat. "What do you know about time travel." +"Besides being impossible, it violates causality." +"No and yes," he chuckled. "It is possible, and it preserves causality. One cannot change one's own past. When one travels pastwards, the timeline bifurcates. That is, it splits into two separate realities." +"And you can see both realities?" Cassie guessed. +"Correct," he said diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/1--put_a_Fly_scene_here-.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/1--put_a_Fly_scene_here-.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..72d07ee --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/1--put_a_Fly_scene_here-.md @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +title: *put a Fly scene here* +ID: 232 +type: md +POV: 3 +label: 4 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 +charCount: 114 + + +``` +Fly stared into the eyes she hated most in the universe. The eyes stared back, burning with an equal hatred. +``` \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/2-Jack_teaches_Cassie_to_Chronoshrythe-123.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/2-Jack_teaches_Cassie_to_Chronoshrythe-123.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b1c29e3 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/2-Jack_teaches_Cassie_to_Chronoshrythe-123.md @@ -0,0 +1,69 @@ +title: Jack teaches Cassie to Chronoshrythe +ID: 123 +type: md +POV: 0 +notes: Explains why she can't/shouldn't kill Hitler + Explains why she can't win Lottery or craps + Explains how a shryther can win at poker or blackjack + +label: 6 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1500 +charCount: 7289 + + +Cassie threw a stone at the river. It skipped once, then splooshed into the murky depths, startling a pair of ducks. "So you're teaching me to time travel? And hop between parallel universes too?" she said drily. +"Yes and no," Jack replied. "Mostly yes. We call it chronoshrything." +"Chronoshrything?" Cassie repeated. "That sounds strange. *Shrythe*. So you shrythed Cece back to the flat?" +"Shrothe," he corrected. "Shrythe, shrothe, shrything, shrythen. It's derived from an Old English word." +"So is 'shit'," Cassie added. "It comes from the Old English word *scyte*. Perhaps the words are related? They sound similar, and you're full of both." +Jack ignored her linguistic wit. Instead, he threw a stone at the river, and it skipped all the way to the other side. Cassie lost count after twelve splashes. +"Cheat!" she announced, rubbing her head. "I sensed something. What did you do?" +"Nothing." +"Liar," Cassie declared. She focussed on the vibrations in her head, and concentrated on the ripples in the water. She thought she could figure out what he had done. There was a twitch in her mind, and the circles shrank, rippling closed into splashes, then to smooth water as the stone skipped *back* towards them. She felt a resistance in her mind, and the stone split into a dozen, each splashing in different directions, most of them not skipping more than two or three times. She looked over at Jack, and her heart jumped. His eyes! The realities collapsed into one, and she stepped away from him. +"Relax, Miss Caylitch," he soothed, his eyes unblurring. "That was... very well done." He rubbed *his* head. "I didn't expect that." +"Did I just do it?" Cassie asked. "Did I... time travel?" +"You shrothe, yes," he explained. "Specifically, I had reversed my timestream several times, and you undid it by reintegrating me into your own timestream." +"I understood about zero percent of what you just said," Cassie replied. "I saw that you kept sort of... doubling back? Retrying your throw until you made your stone skip." +"Then you undid all of my hard work." +What's that eye-warping thing?" she demanded. "It creeps the hell out of me." +"Resonance," he replied. "We each react to what the other is *going* to do. You see each movement I could make, and I see each reaction you could make in response to each of *my* reactions. The possibilities multiply so quickly when we try to track each other's gazes that our brains just edit each other's eyes out of the picture." +"So you saw my eyes blur too?" Cassie inquired. +"Distinctly." +So her own eyes also became empty patches of nothingness? That was both comforting and disquieting at the same time. She looked back at the water, trying to decide what to ask next. The ducks swam past, slowing down to see if she had bread. +"Does that mean I can..." she started, but Jack smirked and shook his head. +"You don't know what I was going to ask," she objected. +"Yes and no." +Cassie frowned. "You didn't... *forsee* what I was going to ask either." +"I don't need to. I know you're going to ask whether you can go back in time and change something. You want to undo part of history because you want to fix the world." +"I was going to ask why you haven't killed Hitler" +Jack looked at her blankly. +"Seriously? Have you not at least considered going back in time and killing Hitler?" +His face remained motionless, but Cassie noticed his hand making quick, nonsensical movements. His eyes were flickering, but it wasn't resonance. Faint shadows were flashing across his irises. +"What are you..." she began, but realised what was happening. He was wearing the same kind of video device as Addy d'Eagle's glasses, except this one was in the form of contact lenses, and he was controlling it by gesture. She wanted one of those. +He barked a short laugh. "Yes, I can see why you'd want to kill him. He appears to be the perfect villain in every way." +"Wait, you've never heard of Hitler? Aren't you from the future?" +"Again, yes and no." +Cassie frowned at that. She didn't ask him to explain, because she sensed another dose of his smugness on the way. A leap of logic saved her from the indignity, however. +"Unless..." she hypothesised, "your... *timeline* diverged from this one before World War Two?" +"1840," he replied, tilting his head and smiling. "Very astute, Miss Caylich. Yes, as far as I can determine, this timeline diverged from my birthline in the reign of Queen Victoria." +"That explains your accent then," she said. "Victorian schoolboy." +"Annian," he corrected. "I was born in the reign of Empress Anne, who succeeded Victoria in *my* Britain." He looked away, expression darkening. "And not a schoolboy." +Cassie thought she was getting the hang of reading him. When people broke eye contact like that, it usually meant she had said something inappropriate. She would normally change the subject at this point, but she felt like needling him a little. +"Not a schoolboy? Did you drop out of Eton then? Or perhaps you had a governess?" +She sensed him shrythe. The vibrations in the back of her mind were getting easier to understand. For a moment she had a faint impression that there were dozens of him; some snapping angrily, other replying with witty retorts. +"Don't," she commanded, concentrating on the Jack Gilligan before her. She felt something resisting her will, and the vibrations intensified. It was getting harder to maintain her focus. Her mental stamina ran out, and the thrumming stopped. He vanished, and one of the other impressions solidified. There was again only one of him. +"You're strong, Miss Caylich, but don't think you can best me just yet," he admonished, waving a finger and putting an infuriating smile on his face. +She ignored him, concentrating, trying to repeat what she had done. She wanted to *chronoshrythe* again, she realised with a thrill. Gritting her teeth, she tried to summon the madness, willing the thrumming sensation to appear in her mind. Nothing happened. +"You've exhausted your chronocharge," he informed her. +"What?" she asked. Here was yet another new word to learn. +"Chronocharge is the store of energy with which we can manipulate the flow of time. Shrything fuel, if you will. It builds up in people like us, much like electric charge in a balloon." +"How do I get it back?" she demanded, panic rising. +"I think telling you that wouldn't be the wisest course of action right now, Miss Caylich," he replied, eyes narrowing and mouth twitching up at the corner. +Cassie took a step back, and realised that she was afraid of him. Or rather, scared by the fact that he had a store of this magical *chronocharge* stuff, whereas she had none. It made her feel naked and vulnerable. +"Don't worry, your body will accumulate more of it," he soothed. "Being as strong as you are, it should happen fairly quickly." +Cassie could sense some chronocharge inside him. It was like feeling the heat coming from a stove. She couldn't sense any within herself. Her mind was adapting quickly to these new concepts, so she stretched her new faculties, trying to feel that same heatlike sensation anywhere else. There was a faint sensation of it coming from the ground, but that was unhelpful. Would she just absorb it by magical osmosis? +Jack seemed to sense her discomfort, so he skipped a stone again. It bounced four times, without any shrything. + +asdf diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/3-Jack_teaches_Cassie_to_Chronoshrythe-123.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/3-Jack_teaches_Cassie_to_Chronoshrythe-123.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a50249c --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/3-Jack_teaches_Cassie_to_Chronoshrythe-123.md @@ -0,0 +1,69 @@ +title: Jack teaches Cassie to Chronoshrythe +ID: 123 +type: md +POV: 0 +notes: Explains why she can't/shouldn't kill Hitler + Explains why she can't win Lottery or craps + Explains how a shryther can win at poker or blackjack + +label: 6 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1500 +charCount: 7297 + + +Cassie threw a stone at the river. It skipped once, then splooshed into the murky depths, startling a pair of ducks. "So you're telling me I can time travel? And I can hop between parallel universes too?" she said drily. +"Yes and no," Jack replied. "Mostly yes. We call it chronoshrything." +"Chronoshrything?" Cassie repeated. "That sounds strange. *Shrythe*. So you shrythed Cece back to the flat?" +"Shrothe," he corrected. "Shrythe, shrothe, shrything, shrythen. It's derived from an Old English word." +"So is 'shit'," Cassie added. "It comes from the Old English word *scyte*. Perhaps the words are related? They sound similar, and you're full of both." +Jack ignored her linguistic wit. Instead, he threw a stone at the river, and it skipped all the way to the other side. Cassie lost count after twelve splashes. +"Cheat!" she announced, rubbing her head. "I sensed something. What did you do?" +"Nothing." +"Liar," Cassie declared. She focussed on the vibrations in her head, and concentrated on the ripples in the water. She thought she could figure out what he had done. There was a twitch in her mind, and the circles shrank, rippling closed into splashes, then to smooth water as the stone skipped *back* towards them. She felt a resistance in her mind, and the stone split into a dozen, each splashing in different directions, most of them not skipping more than two or three times. She looked over at Jack, and her heart jumped. His eyes! The realities collapsed into one, and she stepped away from him. +"Relax, Miss Caylitch," he soothed, his eyes unblurring. "That was... very well done." He rubbed *his* head. "I didn't expect that." +"Did I just do it?" Cassie asked. "Did I... time travel?" +"You shrothe, yes," he explained. "Specifically, I had reversed my timestream several times, and you undid it by reintegrating me into your own timestream." +"I understood about zero percent of what you just said," Cassie replied. "I saw that you kept sort of... doubling back? Retrying your throw until you made your stone skip." +"Then you undid all of my hard work." +What's that eye-warping thing?" she demanded. "It creeps the hell out of me." +"Resonance," he replied. "We each react to what the other is *going* to do. You see each movement I could make, and I see each reaction you could make in response to each of *my* reactions. The possibilities multiply so quickly when we try to track each other's gazes that our brains just edit each other's eyes out of the picture." +"So you saw my eyes blur too?" Cassie inquired. +"Distinctly." +So her own eyes also became empty patches of nothingness? That was both comforting and disquieting at the same time. She looked back at the water, trying to decide what to ask next. The ducks swam past, slowing down to see if she had bread. +"Does that mean I can..." she started, but Jack smirked and shook his head. +"You don't know what I was going to ask," she objected. +"Yes and no." +Cassie frowned. "You didn't... *forsee* what I was going to ask either." +"I don't need to. I know you're going to ask whether you can go back in time and change something. You want to undo part of history because you want to fix the world." +"I was going to ask why you haven't killed Hitler" +Jack looked at her blankly. +"Seriously? Have you not at least considered going back in time and killing Hitler?" +His face remained motionless, but Cassie noticed his hand making quick, nonsensical movements. His eyes were flickering, but it wasn't resonance. Faint shadows were flashing across his irises. +"What are you..." she began, but realised what was happening. He was wearing the same kind of video device as Addy d'Eagle's glasses, except this one was in the form of contact lenses, and he was controlling it by gesture. She wanted one of those. +He barked a short laugh. "Yes, I can see why you'd want to kill him. He appears to be the perfect villain in every way." +"Wait, you've never heard of Hitler? Aren't you from the future?" +"Again, yes and no." +Cassie frowned at that. She didn't ask him to explain, because she sensed another dose of his smugness on the way. A leap of logic saved her from the indignity, however. +"Unless..." she hypothesised, "your... *timeline* diverged from this one before World War Two?" +"1840," he replied, tilting his head and smiling. "Very astute, Miss Caylich. Yes, as far as I can determine, this timeline diverged from my birthline in the reign of Queen Victoria." +"That explains your accent then," she said. "Victorian schoolboy." +"Annian," he corrected. "I was born in the reign of Empress Anne, who succeeded Victoria in *my* Britain." He looked away, expression darkening. "And not a schoolboy." +Cassie thought she was getting the hang of reading him. When people broke eye contact like that, it usually meant she had said something inappropriate. She would normally change the subject at this point, but she felt like needling him a little. +"Not a schoolboy? Did you drop out of Eton then? Or perhaps you had a governess?" +She sensed him shrythe. The vibrations in the back of her mind were getting easier to understand. For a moment she had a faint impression that there were dozens of him; some snapping angrily, other replying with witty retorts. +"Don't," she commanded, concentrating on the Jack Gilligan before her. She felt something resisting her will, and the vibrations intensified. It was getting harder to maintain her focus. Her mental stamina ran out, and the thrumming stopped. He vanished, and one of the other impressions solidified. There was again only one of him. +"You're strong, Miss Caylich, but don't think you can best me just yet," he admonished, waving a finger and putting an infuriating smile on his face. +She ignored him, concentrating, trying to repeat what she had done. She wanted to *chronoshrythe* again, she realised with a thrill. Gritting her teeth, she tried to summon the madness, willing the thrumming sensation to appear in her mind. Nothing happened. +"You've exhausted your chronocharge," he informed her. +"What?" she asked. Here was yet another new word to learn. +"Chronocharge is the store of energy with which we can manipulate the flow of time. Shrything fuel, if you will. It builds up in people like us, much like electric charge in a balloon." +"How do I get it back?" she demanded, panic rising. +"I think telling you that wouldn't be the wisest course of action right now, Miss Caylich," he replied, eyes narrowing and mouth twitching up at the corner. +Cassie took a step back, and realised that she was afraid of him. Or rather, scared by the fact that he had a store of this magical *chronocharge* stuff, whereas she had none. It made her feel naked and vulnerable. +"Don't worry, your body will accumulate more of it," he soothed. "Being as strong as you are, it should happen fairly quickly." +Cassie could sense some chronocharge inside him. It was like feeling the heat coming from a stove. She couldn't sense any within herself. Her mind was adapting quickly to these new concepts, so she stretched her new faculties, trying to feel that same heatlike sensation anywhere else. There was a faint sensation of it coming from the ground, but that was unhelpful. Would she just absorb it by magical osmosis? +Jack seemed to sense her discomfort, so he skipped a stone again. It bounced four times, without any shrything. + +asdf diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/4-Carruthers_breaks_into_the_flat.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/4-Carruthers_breaks_into_the_flat.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8bd9df0 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/4-Carruthers_breaks_into_the_flat.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +title: Carruthers breaks into the flat +ID: 253 +type: md +summaryFull: Carruthers has been dismissed from the force + - Maybe Jack got him fired?? + - He's read Cece's notes on Cassie + +POV: 0 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +charCount: 287 + + +Cassie knew something was wrong before she entered the building. She had been flexing her newfound control on the walk home from the river. She had managed to + +``` +The first thing she saw when she entered the flat was + +Well, well, well, here comes the little witch," sneered the stranger. + +``` diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/folder.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6387a7c --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/4-Chapter_5/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +title: Chapter 5 +ID: 176 +type: folder +summarySentence:Cosantori +label: 3 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +charCount: 20803 + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/5-Chapter_6/folder.txt b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/5-Chapter_6/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b072c77 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/5-Chapter_6/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +title: Chapter 6 +ID: 215 +type: folder +compile: 2 + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/0-Jack_experiences_a_huge_chronoshift.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/0-Jack_experiences_a_huge_chronoshift.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..75da090 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/0-Jack_experiences_a_huge_chronoshift.md @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +title: Jack experiences a huge chronoshift +ID: 162 +type: md +compile: 0 +charCount: 786 + + +Jack stumbled back from the window and snatched his pistol up from a counter on the way to the door. Addy scrambled along behind him, but he felt a flutter from Mei's direction. "Don't!," he cried, but she had already tried to shrythe. He could sense her slipping into the past as a torrent of time whipped her away. +"*Kzach!*" Addy cursed. He grabbed Jack by the sleeve as Jack turned back for her. "She's anchored," he said, shoving Jack towards the stairs. "We can find her later." +Cursing too, Jack took the stairs five at a time and reached the street at full sprint. He suppressed the urge to use his shrything abilities to aid his dash down to the street. This tsunami of chronocharge could wash him *years* into the past or future. + +``` +When: Cassie and Fly's final confrontation. +``` diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/1-First_time_Cassie_Shrythes_unconsciously_-Flashback-.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/1-First_time_Cassie_Shrythes_unconsciously_-Flashback-.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4bcda4d --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/1-First_time_Cassie_Shrythes_unconsciously_-Flashback-.md @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +title: First time Cassie Shrythes unconsciously (Flashback) +ID: 122 +type: md +summarySentence:Flashback +summaryFull: Inadvertently shoplifts +POV: 0 +label: 6 +status: 1 +compile: 0 +charCount: 73 + + +Occurs when she is around 8. She gets in trouble for skrifting something. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/2-Jack_is_ordered_to_capture_Cassie.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/2-Jack_is_ordered_to_capture_Cassie.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..80d5806 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/2-Jack_is_ordered_to_capture_Cassie.md @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +title: Jack is ordered to capture Cassie +ID: 214 +type: md +POV: 1 +label: 1 +status: 1 +compile: 0 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 134 + + +``` +Special Juris finds out that she's a chronotwin by gathering biometrics from Jack's datascrapes. + +They turn Mei against him maybe? +``` \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/3-Someone_talks_about_Fly_skrifting_a_Michelangelo.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/3-Someone_talks_about_Fly_skrifting_a_Michelangelo.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2e81fac --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/3-Someone_talks_about_Fly_skrifting_a_Michelangelo.md @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +title: Someone talks about Fly skrifting a Michelangelo +ID: 21 +type: md +label: 1 +status: 1 +compile: 0 +charCount: 368 + + +Michaelangelo sculpted "The Resurrection" in only one known timeline (as opposed to dozens with David) - so it was the most valuable piece of art in the T3. +Fly stole it by tracing its timestream back to pre-connection and anchoring/binding into the marble before it was carved, allowing her to reintegrate it in a client's timeline, vanishing it out of the collection. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/4-Jack_Shows_Cassie_the_Portal.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/4-Jack_Shows_Cassie_the_Portal.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d3d13f0 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/4-Jack_Shows_Cassie_the_Portal.md @@ -0,0 +1,25 @@ +title: Jack Shows Cassie the Portal +ID: 20 +type: md +POV: 1 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 0 +charCount: 2833 + + +They arrived shortly at the Mayfair Portal. Beneath a magnificent windowed dome, Londoners were queueing up to visit new and mysterious timelines. Beneath the centre of the dome was the Portal monolith itself. Every portal throughout the T3 was identical, although each timeline tried to make it fit in. This one was draped in red and blue. Croncore didn't display local flags or insignia on their premises, but they allowed at least the *colours* of the Union Flag to be displayed. Jack suspected the bright fabric would be removed soon, however - it looked ephemeral against the seamless white of the Portal. +Holoscreens above each of the Portal's six gateways showed the number of the timeline to which it led, and how long it would remain open. Along the outer walls of the great dome were shops displaying wares from the worlds beyond the gates. A Croncore currency bank was packed with Londoners exchanging pounds and shillings for q-credits, and a large clothing store sold local garb to otherliners. +Royal guardsmen stood at watch throughout the hall, their bright red and gold uniforms smooth and spotless. They were armed with gyropulse rifles, and comms visors were visible beneath their busbies. In their ranks he recognised a few non-Anglo-Saxon faces belonging to officers of Incorporative Juris - the branch of the Cosantori Aeturnix responsible for ensuring the militaries of newly assimilated timelines knew how they fit into the larger universe. +The true guardians of the Portal, however, were the bureaucrats. A ring of counters surrounded the structure, staffed by enthusiastically smiling Croncore employees. They were answering questions about other timelines, and helping travellers plan their routes. Jack passed one who telling a well-dressed couple how much it would cost to get to T3341, where they planned to visit the pyramid city of Tvarutnan. Jack smiled to himself - Addy was from one of the Tvarutnan timelines. Londoners wouldn't be so fascinated by that city if they had heard any of the more colourful tales told by a well-beered Addy d'Eagle. + +Their destination wasn't the Portal itself, but the adjacent skiff terminal. It was a large open space criss-crossed with walkways, roadways and railways taking up a quarter of what used to be Hyde Park. The clientele were scruffier and grouchier, and the atmosphere was one of boredom. Skiffs were the most affordable way to travel between timelines, and the only way to transport anything that wouldn't fit through a Portal gate. A large passenger skiff was disgorging hundreds of workers in masks and overalls, its hull painted with words in an alphabet he couldn't identify. Dozens of smaller ones were loading or unloading, and Croncore wardens were shepherding people into lines. They, too, were grumpier than their counterparts in the Portal hall. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/5-Fly_in_Ottan_bar.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/5-Fly_in_Ottan_bar.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0f57ba5 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/5-Fly_in_Ottan_bar.md @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +title: Fly in Ottan bar +ID: 141 +type: md +compile: 0 +charCount: 921 + + +Fly sat in a dark room in what passed for a bar in T2203. It was an Ottan timeline, so even after the enlightening effect of Incorporation, the puritanical ethos of Otto's Ecclesiarchy shrouded the whole damned timeline like a judgemental fungus. The liquor was all imported from otherline, and so were most of the patrons. +A cartridge of 3Fall Yellow lay on the table, directly under the disapproving gaze of the proprietor. Drugs of that sort were definitely illegal in this timeline. A bouncer had stepped forward to remove it from her when she'd first produced it, but thought better of it. She had that effect on people sometimes. Most of the time. Almost all the time. +Fly put the cartridge to her lips and breathed in. Yellow was not quite as invigorating as Blue or as pleasurable as Green, but it calmed her nerves. She met the bouncer's eyes and blew a gold-tinged cloud in his direction. His scowl was wonderful. + + + + + diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/6-all_sewers_flush_into_Wei_Long.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/6-all_sewers_flush_into_Wei_Long.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a3483bd --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/6-all_sewers_flush_into_Wei_Long.md @@ -0,0 +1,8 @@ +title: all sewers flush into Wei Long +ID: 29 +type: md +compile: 0 +charCount: 383 + + +There is a saying in the T3: All rivers of time flow into Lunkhor, and all *sewers* of time drain into Wei Long. Lunkhor is the largest city in the Ten Thousand Timelines. Like Wei Long, it's a timepool - a physical location in which multiple timelines are so interconnected by anchorlines that ?????chronotypicals could travel between them. Lunkhor was economic hub of the Triple T. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/7-Chapter_3_-_Alternative/0-Cassie_remembers_the_bonfire_night_party_-dark_version-.md b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/7-Chapter_3_-_Alternative/0-Cassie_remembers_the_bonfire_night_party_-dark_version-.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3e5638a --- /dev/null +++ b/Time - backup 20230609/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/7-Chapter_3_-_Alternative/0-Cassie_remembers_the_bonfire_night_party_-dark_version-.md @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +title: Cassie remembers the bonfire night party (dark version) +ID: 25 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 6 +status: 2 +compile: 0 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 9311 + + +### five years ago +Cassie held a plastic cup of punch in both hands, feeling self-conscious. She wasn't sure if she was drunk, even though she couldn't have had more than three sips. It tasted terrible - half of the party goers must have added to the punch bowl. She'd never been drunk before, so she wasn't sure if the heat in her cheeks was from the drink, the bonfire blazing in the centre of the field, or simply the guilt of underage drinking. She knew it was stupid to feel that way - teenagers were getting drunk all around her, but she still had a goody-two-shoes fear that an adult was watching and disapproving. If anything, the surrounding kids were disapproving of her *not* drinking. +Of course, the flush of shame could also be coming from her awkward attempts at conversation with the boy standing beside her. He was almost as nervous as she was, which was probably why she had the courage to stand next to him at all. She could only hear a fraction of what he was saying over the noise of the crowd and the crappy music from the high decibel, low quality speaker system. His name was Mark, or perhaps Mike or Mick, and he liked role-playing games - that was about all she had gathered so far. He was also a student at Knightswood, two years below her, and she wasn't sure whether she liked him. Or rather, she wasn't sure whether she *wanted* to like him. He seemed nice enough, but she was hesitant to get to know him. +She was afraid that once he found out the quiet girl he'd been talking to at the bonfire night party was Cassandra Caylitch, he'd shun her. Social interactions confused her, but she was fairly certain that her stigma was catching. She wasn't sure why the other kids avoided her, but the thought of them avoiding Mark by association added another layer of guilt. +Suddenly, Cassie was angry at herself. Why *shouldn't* she talk to him? Why should the imagined opinions of other teenagers make *her* feel ashamed? There was a peculiar thrumming in the back of her head, and a new clarity to her mind. Boldness rushed through her. Let the other teenagers gossip! She looked up at Mark and smiled. His eyes were blue and his hair ginger and curly. She realised that he was quite good-looking in an awkward, geeky kind of way. He was more than a foot taller than her, but so were most people. +The thrumming grew stronger, and Cassie saw an array of possibilities before her. She imagined stepping forward and kissing him - she had never kissed a boy before, but she could imagine exactly how she would pull his face down to hers, exactly how his lips would taste. Next, she imagined throwing her drink in his face - that would end with him calling her a psycho and stalking off. She imagined several other things she could do, several other ways to start a conversation. In the end, she settled on a simple question. +"Are you here with anyone?" she asked, raising her voice and stepping closer to hear his reply. +"Was here with my brother, but he's gone off somewhere," he shouted back. "With Ellie Davis! I think they're hooking up!" He chortled, then looked embarrassed. Cassie thought *his* blushing cheeks were cute. Cuter than *hers*, anyway. She took several large gulps of her punch. +Just then, the music decided to stop. The thrumming faded and her crippling shyness returned. She'd been tolerating it all evening, but just when she needed something to drown out a conversation, the speakers went silent. +"Ooh, I think the fireworks are about to start!" Mark crowed. His boyish enthusiasm brought some of her boldness back. Not all of it, but enough. Cassie smiled and nodded, grateful for a new distraction. +The first firework launched with a hollow thump. She watched the trail of sparks climb higher, then saw the flash of red and green. A fraction of a second later the boom arrived. The sound made her ears ring, but she heard it with her whole body. As the thumps and cracks came faster, she felt a strange tingling in her skin. The sensation shimmered up and down her limbs, then sank into her chest, and she felt a deep desire build inside her. +Part of Cassie was shocked by the unwanted feelings, but most of her mind was fascinated. She drained her cup and squeezed her eyes, but it didn't go away. As the pyrotechnic display built to a roar, she realised that she wouldn't be able to control herself much longer - if she didn't get away from Mark as soon as she could, she would do something she would *definitely* regret. +Dropping her cup, Cassie turned away from him and ran. Her skin burned whenever she brushed against a body, and the throbbing in her head was back, faster than before. She broke free from the of the crowd at the edge of the field where there was copse of trees. She hurried into it, tripping over long grass and undergrowth, until she was alone, leaning against a thick oak trunk. +The explosions were muffled by the trees, but she still felt the thrill rushing across her body with each thump. Her hand crept towards her pants. Dare she do this? She was alone, after all. Alone and reckless, and at least *some* of her light-headedness was due to the punch. +She closed her eyes, and was about to slide her hand downwards when a cry, quickly stifled, shocked her alert. Adrenaline forced all impure thoughts from her mind. Had she been spotted? +There was a brief lull in the fireworks display, and she heard rustling leaves and a low guffaw a few trees further away. She crept toward the noises. A trio of shadows was partly visible on the other side of a holly bush, two hulking and one slender. One of the large shapes was pressing the smaller on against a tree, the other looming behind him +"Why did you try to scream, love?" a male voice crooned. "Are you trying to hurt our feelings?" +Another man's voice grunted out a predatory laugh. Cassie's heart was drumming in time with the throbbing in her head. +"You know you want some alone time with us, love," continued the first one. "I bought you a drink. Are you telling me I wasted my money?" +Cassie had heard enough. There was only one thing she could - run for help. She took off towards the glow of the bonfire, charging through the undergrowth. There was a shout behind her, and the second voice swore. There was a noise behind her like a rhinoceros crashing through thorn scrub. It was getting closer. She wasn't fast enough! Filling her lungs, she screamed, but just as her shriek sounded, the fireworks picked that moment to resume. Something enormous bowled into her, and she crashed to the ground. She heard the thump of her head striking the dirt before she felt the pain. A terrible weight pressed into the small of her back - a knee - and the stink of foul breath and alcohol washed across her face. +"Think you so smart, huh?" the assailant grunted. +Cassie groped through the leaves for anything she could use as a weapon, and her hand landed on a rock the size of her fist. Her fingers scrabbled to pull it out of the dirt, but before she could get a grip, the knee lifted, and she was hauled to her feet. She hadn't managed to pick up the stone, but something else happened. The strange pulsing in her head was back, but she was in tune with it this time. It echoed her heartbeat. +The array of possibilities she had seen earlier unfolded before her again, and in her mind, she could see what would happen next. The brute would spin her around and swipe at her head with a beefy hand. She could almost feel the blow before it happened, see prickles of light as her vision narrowed, so she ducked aside. Next, he would lunge forward and bear her to the ground, and she saw more choices. She could roll away, but that would only earn her a few seconds. She could swing her knee up, right into where his face would be, but something told her she would dislocate her patella and be unable to escape. Cassie was also more aware of her surroundings, and knew there would be a sharp stick two feet to the left. Possibilities swirled faster, and she instinctively knew exactly where to reach, exactly how to brace the stick as the attacker leapt. She chose *that* possibility and let it happen. He grunted at the stick speared into him, then thudded to the ground, groaning and clutching his belly. +As the pulsations in her head swelled, Cassie could see not only what *could* happen, but what *might have* happened. She could picture how she would be unconscious on the ground if she had landed a few inches to the right and fractured her skull on an exposed root. She could dimly see a possible reality where she was back at the bonfire, kissing a bewildered Mark. To her unendurable shame, she saw possibilities where she had gone into a different part of the thicket, thus not hearing the cry for help, and had therefore pleasured herself while the unspeakable happened to another girl just out of sight. +That last possibility filled her with a blinding rage. She stepped up to the man on the ground. In the flash of a particularly bright firework, she saw his eyes were closed, and his face contorted with pain, but she had no mercy. With all her strength, she stomped on his neck. There was a wet crunch. She couldn't hear the crunch over the fireworks, but she felt it through her boot. The sensation both disgusted and thrilled her. 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Cassie recognised the girl as Cecelia Whethers, a classmate she had never really spoken to. Cecelia's hair was tangled and her eyes terrified. +"Let her go!" Cassie commanded. +"Where's Gazza?" the man demanded, ignoring her. +"Let her go!" she repeated. +"Where is he?" he demanded again. "What've you done to him, bitch? Tell me or I shank your friend!" +Cassie didn't reply. The thrumming in her head was slowing, and she couldn't see as many possibilities surrounding her. In the few she *could* see, the only one in which he *wouldn't* stab Cecelia was the one in which she charged at him, so that was the one she chose. She ran forward, and he threw Cecelia aside, slashing at Cassie. Cassie could barely see in the darkness, and the thrumming had faded, so the cut took her by surprise. She felt a sharp line of pain across her face and was stunned for a long second. +Blood filled her right eye and she staggered back. The man slashed again with his knife, and she put her hand up to block the blade. It bit into the flesh of her thumb, stopped only by her ring. She pulled her hand back, and the knife came with it, a serration on its blade caught on the haematite. Dizzying pain buckled her knees and she fell to the ground. She clutched her right hand to her chest, overcome by a wave of fatigue and disappointment at her own stupidity. The knife was stuck in the flesh of her thumb, caught between ring and bone. +The man's shape loomed over her, just a silhouette in the darkness. The fireworks had stopped and drunken cheers filtered through the trees. She gripped the knife by the hilt and, knowing it was an incredibly foolish thing to do, yanked it out. She expected the resulting pain to be blinding, but it never came. For some indecipherable reason, the throbbing in her head had returned, and clarity blossomed. She threw the knife at the shadow with her left hand. Possibilities multiplied and whirled. She saw the knife fly away into the darkness, or bounce off the man's head, or cut him in a hundred different ways. In one possible reality, it flew true and lodged in his eye. Without knowing how she did it, she chose that one. The blade thunked perfectly into the shape above her, and the shape froze, just for a second, then crumpled to the ground beside her, motionless. +Cecelia Whethers was kneeling a few feet away, eyes even wider than they had been when she had been held captive. In some realities, she was running away screaming, but in Cassie's reality she just mouthed silent questions. Cassie stood up. Her face and hand were aching, throbbing in time with the pulsing in her head, and she realised what this would look like to anyone who arrived. There were two corpses in the woods - one with a knife covered in her bloody fingerprints in its eye socket, the other with her boot print on its broken neck. On top of all that, she was bleeding badly. It wasn't fair! +The more she thought about her situation, the worse she realised it was. She had done the right thing, but how could she explain the blood, the bodies? One of those alien possibilities swam into focus, and she looked *into* it as a disembodied observer. With an abysmal horror, she saw another Cassie, debasing herself to the sound of the party while fifty metres away, Cecelia Whethers was defiled! Incandescent fury clenched her gut, melding with her disgust, and she *threw* everything at that other Cassandra. +She had no idea what she'd done or how she's done it. The disgust, anger, fear and pain were gone. Her injuries were gone too, no hint of a cut on her hand or face, and the throbbing was gone from her head. Cassie felt drained, squeezed dry of emotion and energy, so she leant against a tree and slid to the ground. Cecelia's petrified face peeked into her field of vision, and Cassie let her mind go blank. 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I was worthless and invisible. When I picked the wrong pocket (it was Banks's pocket) I was shown mercy and given a chance. I'm afraid that I don't belong among the lawkeepers, and it's only a matter of time before my colleagues and superiors realise that I'll never be anything but street muck. +Goal: #### Safety and Control + + If I'm the best at what I do, they'll see my value. I have to excel in order +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: I'm Jack. 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Was jailed for murder at 16 when Cassie shrothe the corpses into her timeline. +Color: #f8c3db diff --git a/Time/characters/25-Cece.txt b/Time/characters/25-Cece.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e70a0b7 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/characters/25-Cece.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +Name: Cece +ID: 25 +Importance: 1 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Cecilia Whethers +Color: #da958d diff --git a/Time/characters/27-Addy_d-Eagle.txt b/Time/characters/27-Addy_d-Eagle.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d86f056 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/characters/27-Addy_d-Eagle.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +Name: Addy d'Eagle +ID: 27 +Importance: 1 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Member of Jack's squad +Color: #9a93b8 diff --git a/Time/characters/28-Warlock.txt b/Time/characters/28-Warlock.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..23a84b2 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/characters/28-Warlock.txt @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +Name: Warlock +ID: 28 +Importance: 1 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Chonomancer / Fly's friend and former lover. + + He told the CA about Haan and the anchor. + Warlock supplied the anchor to Haan. + Warlock located the anchor somehow? and set Haan up to take the fall + + "You didn't think I knew it was you, killing them all, did you? Every lover I've taken since I ditched you! You murdered every single one, Fly!" +Color: #ccb4cb diff --git a/Time/characters/29-Haan.txt b/Time/characters/29-Haan.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..208f8e9 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/characters/29-Haan.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +Name: Haan +ID: 29 +Importance: 0 +POV: False +Full Summary: He sold Fly the ring, then ratted on her to the CA +Color: #c0b9a6 diff --git a/Time/characters/3-Fly.txt b/Time/characters/3-Fly.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..acbdeb1 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/characters/3-Fly.txt @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +Name: Fly +ID: 3 +Importance: 2 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: kill Cassie, absorb her power + #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Paragraph Summary: Assassin/ one of Cassie's chronotwins. +Full Summary: #Interview with Fly +Notes: A +Color: #f19f83 diff --git a/Time/characters/4-Russ_Aractos.txt b/Time/characters/4-Russ_Aractos.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6517e91 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/characters/4-Russ_Aractos.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +Name: Russ Aractos +ID: 4 +Importance: 0 +POV: False +Full Summary: Cosantor-marshall Russ Arractos + + Jack's boss. + + Head of the T +Color: #8acfc1 diff --git a/Time/characters/5-Banks.txt b/Time/characters/5-Banks.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5bc3c8a --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/characters/5-Banks.txt @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +Name: Banks +ID: 5 +Importance: 1 +POV: False +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Cosantor-Sergeant Banks + + Chronotwin of Warlock + + From a similar timeline to Cassie (forked in 1980s, still not connected to the T3) +Color: #f984f0 diff --git a/Time/characters/6-Rose_Caylitch.txt b/Time/characters/6-Rose_Caylitch.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..286dc0c --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/characters/6-Rose_Caylitch.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +Name: Rose Caylitch +ID: 6 +Importance: 1 +POV: True +Motivation: ### Sacred Flaw +Goal: #### Safety and Control +Conflict: #### Hero-maker +Epiphany: #### Origin Damage +Full Summary: Cassie's Mum +Color: #d4a3ea diff --git a/Time/characters/7-Mark-Mike-Mick.txt b/Time/characters/7-Mark-Mike-Mick.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f4b15f8 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/characters/7-Mark-Mike-Mick.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +Name: Mark/Mike/Mick +ID: 7 +Importance: 0 +POV: False +Full Summary: Cassie meets him at the bonfire night. +Color: #95b6c7 diff --git a/Time/characters/8-Perps.txt b/Time/characters/8-Perps.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e1f4836 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/characters/8-Perps.txt @@ -0,0 +1,9 @@ +Name: Perps +ID: 8 +Importance: 0 +POV: False +Full Summary: Attack Cece in the woods on Bonfire Night + + 1. Matthew Finch - the "brains." Bought Cece a drink. Cassie killed him with his knife + 2. Gareth Heaney - the thug. Cassie impaled him on a sharp stick and stomped on his neck +Color: #deac80 diff --git a/Time/infos.txt b/Time/infos.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bc92468 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/infos.txt @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +Title: Chronoshryther +Subtitle: Chronoshryther +Author: Gordon Grant-Stuart diff --git a/Time/labels.txt b/Time/labels.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..45306c4 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/labels.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +Idea: #ffff00 +Note: #00ff00 +Chapter: #0000ff +Scene: #ff0000 +Research: #00ffff +Pivotal Scene: #cc02d3 diff --git a/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/0-Cassie_escapes_Fly.md b/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/0-Cassie_escapes_Fly.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..31ea9c8 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/0-Cassie_escapes_Fly.md @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +title: Cassie escapes Fly +ID: 14 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 6213 + + +Cassie was walking home from work, alone. She could usually tell when the madness was on the way, but this time it started without warning. She wasn't feeling anger or fear, and there were no loud noises or flashes of light; nothing had happened to set it off. She looked around for anything unusual that might have triggered it. Ahead of her, the footpath led to an underpass beneath a busy street. Cassie scanned her surroundings, but saw nobody else on the path. She squeezed her eyes, took three deep breaths, and to hurried onward. +The episodes Cassie thought of as simply "the madness" always began with a pounding in her head and a floating sensation - not dizziness exactly, but a feeling of being *not quite there* - of floating outside of reality looking in. Next would come the blurred vision. Again, it wasn't blurring exactly - every movement left a transparent trail, like the after-image of a lightbulb. +The feeling of the incoming madness wasn't subsiding. She felt an icy spike of fear as the pounding started up in her head. She usually had several minutes warning before it reached the head-pounding stage - it had never built up this quickly before. Cassie looked around for somewhere to hide. She needed to sit down and close her eyes, or shut herself away in something. Was there a door anywhere in the underpass? Or even a storm-drain? She didn't like the idea of lying in a filthy drainpipe for an hour, but it was better than letting the madness overtake her in the middle of town. The graffitied walls and a filthy concrete floor of the underpass were bare. Fluorescent lights buzzed in rusted cages, and traffic rumbled above her. She kept her eyes on her feet and sped up. Her boots were already leaving ghostly trails with each step. Reality seemed to slip and warp around her. +The exit to the underpass fuzzed and tried to stretch away from her. She was about to break into a run when a figure blocked her path. Or was it two figures? No, it was one. It was wearing a long black coat with the hood up. The man's right hand whipped out of his pocket, and Cassie saw the glint of a blade. No, it was two blades - three! No, there was only one blade. Was there? +Three arms shot forth, stabbing at her neck, chest and gut - and simultaneously they didn't. Cassie leapt back, and the phantom arms faded away. The stranger had only one knife - a switch-blade held loosely at his side. How was she supposed to survive this if she couldn't tell what was real? Was *he* even real? Her head pounded from the madness, her heart from terror. She stumbled, and the stranger stalked forwards with a careless grace. A gust of wind from the tunnel his hood back. No, her hood - the attacker was a woman. +Her dark brown hair was cut into a short mohawk and a black mask stencilled with a demonic grin covered the lower half of her face. Cassie leapt in fright, but it wasn't the sinister mask that terrified her - it was the eyes. Cassie couldn't see them. She could see the attacker's narrowed eyelids and thick lashes; she could see the scar crossing the woman's eye from brow to cheek, but her eyes themselves were two blurry patches of nothingness. Two holes in reality. +Cassie spun and ran back down the tunnel. The madness and confusion were now so intense that she could barely see. Noises from the street above were blending into a muffled roar. The only sounds she could hear with clarity were the terrifying woman's footsteps, padding ever closer. + +``` +rewrite the above +``` + + +The pounding in her head unexpectedly softened, and she felt herself become heavier. A cold, numbing sensation spread through her body, rippling out from between her shoulder-blades. Her legs buckled, and the pounding confusion of the madness faded. The swirling trails of light coalesced and the roaring echoes faded. She overbalanced, her arms and legs moving too slowly to halt her fall. She saw the grimy concrete rising towards her and heard the thump as her head crashed into it, but the pain was distant. The numbness crept down her limbs, and her vision darkened. +Fingers lightly touched Cassie's neck, and she found herself wondering where she was. Memories flickered through her head. A tiny, detached part of her watched them rise unbidden from the depths of her unconscious mind, only to be snatched away. Memories of past bouts of the madness, and memories of strange things happening to her - things she'd tried to forget. That distant part of herself fought back against the flood of images and emotions. It knew something bad was coming - memories she couldn't allow herself to recall. As she wrestled her attention back to the present, she heard a soft grunt of frustration above her. Cassie was face-down, and her head was being pressed to the ground. How had she forgotten where she was? +"Stop fighting it," the woman growled, her teeth clenched. +Feeling was seeping back into Cassie's body, and her vision cleared. A knife pressed lightly against the side of her face. +"Shut your eyes and remember," she crooned. "Remember it, Cassandra. Rem..." +A bang cut off the words. A gunshot? The woman let go of her head, and suddenly the madness was back, swirling images and thrumming pulses in her head. She scrambled to her knees, searching for an escape. There was a shout - a man's voice - and someone wrenched her aside. +Another gunshot cracked the air right above Cassie's head. She heard more shouting, then a scream, and then gunshots from several directions. A knife flew straight towards her eye, but vanished in mid-air. She thought she felt the echo of pain where it would've blinded her, but in the confusion and terror of the madness, nothing felt real. +Her rescuer pulled her to the ground, his arm firm around her waist and his other hand firing his pistol again. He dropped his weapon and reached for something she couldn't see. +"Try to hold still, miss," he whispered, his voice now the only thing that sounded completely real. "We have this under control. Now I must apologise for the next bit." +She felt the sting of a needle, and a heavy slick of numbness slid over her limbs. The last thing she saw before her eyes closed themselves was a flash of curly blonde hair as she was lowered to the ground. + + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/1-Fly_returns_to_Wei_Long.md b/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/1-Fly_returns_to_Wei_Long.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4ed2487 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/1-Fly_returns_to_Wei_Long.md @@ -0,0 +1,38 @@ +title: Fly returns to Wei Long +ID: 4 +type: md +POV: 3 +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 5695 + + +Fly cursed as she *shrothe* back to the year 2139. She fell to the floor of her cramped room, throwing her useless knife into the wall. That had been *her*! She'd almost taken Cassandra Caylitch. The *right* Cassandra Caylitch. Fly winced as she pulled off her left boot and clutched her bleeding leg. The bullet was still lodged in her calf muscle. +That timeline was supposed to have been clear, but the Cosantori had appeared out of nowhere. How the hell did they know? She was *the Fly*! They couldn't have traced her - nobody traces the Fly. +On top of all that, she was nearly out of chronocharge. +The door to her room was still locked - not that she expected otherwise. She'd left a nasty little surprise on the latch. If anyone had been snooping, there wouldn't be a room left for her to shrythe into. Heaving herself onto her bunk, she unclipped her mask. The air was as clean as the AC could get it - breathable, but still foul - but the mask was stifling. +Fly pulled a medpack from the bedside cabinet, fumbled a numbing dart from its wrapper and jabbed it into her leg. It stung for a second, but then the anaesthetic spread towards her foot, blessedly killing the pain. She made another knife appear from her coat and cursed again as she cut the trousers away from the wound. She dug the bullet out with the tip of her blade and squeezed her last tube of nanoplast into the wound. The clear gel flowed into the muscle and across bone, turning opaque as it started to work. The wound would be healed by morning; the rage and disappointment, however, would take far longer. +"Fuck!" she shrieked, finally letting her composure slip. "Fuck fuck FUCK!" +She punched the wall until her knuckles dripped red. Somehow a squad of Cosantori Aeturnix had been waiting for her. Had they finally recruited a shryther capable of tracking the Fly? Not bloody likely. She'd been dancing rings around Cozzers for almost twenty of her ownyears. The Fly was on wanted lists right across the Ten Thousand Timelines. The Fly was uncatchable, which meant only one thing: Someone had ratted her out. +Still swearing under her breath, she slipped a cartridge of 3Fall Green from her pocket. She bit down on its mouthpiece and inhaled deeply, breathing in a full dose of the drug. The world wobbled, and shimmers of contentment rolled up and down her body. The high from 3Fall was enjoyable, but it dulled her sense of *time*. She existed almost entirely in the present now - the past and future were just dull echoes in her mind. It made her feel less *real*. She sighed and flopped down onto her bed, blowing a stream of green-tinted psychoactive vapour at the ceiling. +Shrything was almost impossible on Green, but she wouldn't have been able to shrythe much anyway - the Cosantori had hit her with a leecher. Her store of chronocharge had been sucked out of her body, and was now locked away inside the little golden bullet on her cabinet. The squad that had ambushed her must have been Special Juris - they don't issue leechers to the rank and file. +There had been five of them, all powerful chronoshrythers - and highly trained too. They had hidden from her senses until she had already closed in on her target. And the girl... The girl was immensely powerful too. Of course Fly had already known that, but *this* Cassandra was untrained. She had had no idea what she had been doing, yet the way she had shrythen away from Fly's blade so naturally had been thrilling to see. In anyone else, Fly would have assumed they had been practising for years. She was almost sad that she was going to kill the girl. Such potential was a wonderful thing to witness. It was, on the other hand, an even better thing to take. Fly's mouth watered at the thought of feeling that power, that potential, rushing into her own veins. She sighed, and took another breath of 3Fall. +The nanoplast was turning pink now. New blood vessels were weaving through the gel and the muscle would be knitting itself back together. She would have to be more careful next time. +Those five Cozzers *had* been good. Brave too, to go up against the Fly. She had only managed to kill two of them before they had leeched her. How had they found her? Only two people had known where she would be. The first, a skrifter named Warlock, she trusted. Although he was fond of her, and she of him, that wasn't why she trusted him - he was almost as high on the wanted lists as she was. She still liked him though. +The second was a trader named Haan - the filthy little snake. He had sold her the anchor to that particular timeline. How it had come into his possession she would never know, and frankly she didn't care. Anchors to timelines unconnected to the Ten Thousand were rare, but she had known it was the right one the second she had touched it and *looked* into its timestream. She reached for it with her mind just to take another look, but it wasn't there. She frowned. Even through the Green she should at least have sensed it. She had put it on a chain around her neck - touching an object with your bare skin made it much easier to use as an anchor. She reached under her shirt, pulled out the chain, and froze. +It was bare. Impossible! +For a long, long second, Fly stared at the empty chain. Her knuckles turned bone white beneath the blood as she gripped the 3Fall cartridge, sucking on it until the overdose light blinked, and it switched itself off. With a howl of animal rage she smashed it against the wall again and again. +Ripples of pleasure from the drug washed against her fury, barely dampening it. She turned her head into her pillow and screamed until the Green finally wrested her mind away from the anger, and consciousness abandoned her. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/2-Cassie_wakes_up_in_hospital.md b/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/2-Cassie_wakes_up_in_hospital.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6d42aa9 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/2-Cassie_wakes_up_in_hospital.md @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +title: Cassie wakes up in hospital +ID: 15 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 3498 + + +The first thing Cassie was aware of was her mother's voice. +"Cassandra? Are you awake?" it called from behind ten feet of cotton wool. +Cassie's brain sank back into the muddy bog of sleep. +"Mum?" she croaked, what could have been hours later. "What happened? What time is it?" +"Tuesday morning, hun," her mum replied. You've been out since yesterday." +"Out? What happ..." Cassie began, but memories were bubbling up through the mud. A spike of fear shocked her awake. "The woman with the knife! Did he shoot her?" +Another voice cleared its throat. "There were two assailants?" he queried. "Could you describe..." +"Let her wake up!" her mother barked at the man. "What's the bloody hurry?" +"Of course, ma'am. I will be at the door." +Cassie heard him walking away. Something sharp was tugging her arm and she could hear beeping. She was in a hospital. She creaked her eyelids open and squinted around. Her mother was sitting next to the bed and curtains were drawn. +"Mum, was that a copper?" she whispered. +"Don't worry love, you're not in trouble this time." +"I know that!" Cassie tried to snap, but it came out as a hoarse mumble. "How did I end up in hospital? I was..." +"Shh, Cass," her mother interrupted, leaning close and widening her eyes meaningfully. "*It* happened, didn't it?" +Cassie opened her mouth to deny it, but her mother was giving her the look. She knew. +"I've been taking my meds, Mum," Cassie whispered. "Now tell me how I got here." +"A police officer brought you in, unconscious. They won't tell me anything." +Cassie frowned. "What do you mean 'not in trouble this time'? Do you think I did something bad when I was... you know? Because I can remember everything, and I'm definitely the *victim* this time..." +Her mother shushed her again and dug Cassie's phone from her bag. "Drop it, Cassandra. Just rest, alright? You should call Cecilia - she's worrying about you." +Cassie checked her missed calls - it seemed only her mother, and Cece, her best friend and flatmate, had tried to reach her. On cue, her phone buzzed. +"Cece, hey!" Cassie answered, smiling bravely "Why the video call? I'm pretty sure I look like shit." +Cece tried to smile back. "You're alive Cass, that's what matters." She held the phone closer to her face, and a dark curl of her shaggy hair blocked the camera. "Nobody knew where you were, and you weren't replying to my texts. Are you ok?" +"Um, I don't really know yet," Cassie said, looking around. "I have no idea what's going on, and even if I did, I can't really say anything right now." +"Oh!" Cece replied. She widened her eyes, just like Cassie's mother had done. Cece, too, knew about the madness. "Gotcha - insecure comms channel. Catch up tonight then. They will let you out today, right?" +"They'd effin' well better let me out." +Her friend said something in reply, but Cassie wasn't listening - she had just caught sight of a dark, shiny ring on her thumb and froze. She hadn't seen that ring since the terrible night, four years ago - the night her madness had started. The beginnings of that madness flickered in her mind, but she closed her eyes, squashing the sensation down and shoving it out of her head. Mercifully, it faded this time. She tried to tell herself that the madness *hadn't* faded, and she was hallucinating, but she knew with a dead certainty that the ring was real. She opened her eyes and looked at her phone again. +Cece hadn't noticed. She hung up with an "I'll be there as soon as I can, ok?", and left Cassie staring at the impossible ring. + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/3-Jack-s_boss_ticks_him_off-.md b/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/3-Jack-s_boss_ticks_him_off-.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..974e5dc --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/3-Jack-s_boss_ticks_him_off-.md @@ -0,0 +1,47 @@ +title: Jack's boss ticks him off. +ID: 111 +type: md +POV: 1 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 4143 + + +"You took on the *Fly* with only the five of you?" whispered the Marshall +Jack flinched. He knew that whisper. Cosantor-Marshall Russ Aractos was not a natural whisperer - he boomed. If he was whispering, it meant the division was going to suffer. Mei and Addy stood behind him. Addy shuffled his feet and Mei stared straight ahead. +"The FLY!?" Aractos boomed, on cue. His voice shook the desk lamp and bruised Jack's eardrums. +"Sir, I believe the circumstances..." Jack began. +"Cosantor Tzunn and Cosantor-Sergeant Banks are dead, Gilligan!" the Marshall roared, giving Jack no chance to explain. "Dead, because you decided to rescue one civilian! Haven't you learned anything in the four years you've been under my command? The fact that you even followed the *penta-tsang Fly* into an unconnected timeline without consulting the Juris... I ought to... *K'zin tah*!" +Jack wondered at the invective. He thought *k'zin* meant something about infidelity. Marshall Aractos hardly ever swore. Jack found it oddly comforting. He didn't think he could bear anymore quiet disapproval. He had had nothing but whispers and glares from everyone except Mei and Addy today, so fury from Aractos was a welcome change +"Sir, there wasn't time to wait for a Juris decision," he explained. "Sergeant Banks received this from an informant." He handed the Marshall a small grey pebble surrounded by bare circuitry. +"An anchortrace?" Aractos guessed, correctly. He held it to his lamp and squinted. "So you followed a *this* into an unknown timeline?" +"Yes, sir. The quartz core is flawed, and the suppression circuit isn't very well-made. The chronocharge was dissipating rapidly, and I estimated we only had a few minutes before it lost coherence with the anchor. I had to make a decision on the spot, sir. I take full responsibility." +The Marshall's boom lowered in volume again. "You followed an anchortrace into an unknown timeline," he repeated, "in which you knew you would find the *Fly*?" +"Sir, I instructed my squad to remain undetected. I intended it to be a surveillance operation. We were undetected, but then she attacked the girl, sir." +"Surveillance!" Aractos bellowed. "What part of engaging in combat with the most dangerous criminal in the known timescape sounds like surveillance to you? Was the girl pretty? Was that it, Gilligan?" +Jack resented the implication. "Powerful, sir," he replied. "She was a powerful chronoshryther." +Aractos wrinkled his forehead. "How powerful?" +"She folded her timestream, sir. We saw the Fly try to kill her, and she bifurcated." +"You're certain?" +"One hundred percent, sir." +The Marshall rubbed his head. "She escaped the Fly?" +"I could barely believe it, sir. I had to tranq her. The two of them - the girl and the Fly, I mean - were in resonance. I had to break it, or we wouldn't have had a chance." +"An untrained civilian, that strong?" Aractos stammered. Jack had never heard the man stammer before. +Behind him, Addy shuffled again, and Mei shrothe half a second into the past - he could briefly sense two of her. She spoke for the first time, her voice low and clipped. "Sir, I believe Cosantor-Captain Gilligan made the right decision, sir. She may be as strong as the Fly herself, Sir." +Aractos turned and opened a window. A chilly breeze blew in the faint smell of coal and the sound of hooves on cobblestone. "And if the Juris decides that Gilligan's made one too many 'right decisions', Cosantor Hwen?" he asked. +"I'll stand beside him, sir," Mei replied. Beside her, Addy nodded. +Aractos grunted, tapping his fingers on the window frame. "Alright, get out of here, you three," he barked. "I have to meet with Juris central." +Jack didn't argue with the dismissal. He left the Marshall's office, and entered the sombre atmosphere of the T7743 London Precinct of the Investigative Juris. Their division had lost two of its best operatives, and it was his fault. He looked straight ahead as he strode towards the exit, Mei and Addy at his side. There were a few nods of respect from his colleagues, but they were outnumbered by the hot glares of condemnation he could feel on his back until the front door closed behind him. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/4-Carruthers_interrogates_Cassie.md b/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/4-Carruthers_interrogates_Cassie.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5d3f553 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/4-Carruthers_interrogates_Cassie.md @@ -0,0 +1,45 @@ +title: Carruthers interrogates Cassie +ID: 5 +type: md +summarySentence:Cassie interrogated by inspector Carruthers +summaryFull: He asks about the attack, and Cassie evades. + He is "relieved" by Jack, posing as his superior. +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 6656 + + +Two hours later, Cassie sat alternately biting her fingers and twisting the impossible ring in a booth in the hospital coffee shop. The policeman and her mother were having a staring contest at the other end of the table. Both had untouched double espressos in front of them. Cassie had an empty cappuccino mug in front of her and biscuit crumbs she had lined up in order of size. The teaspoon was balancing in the lip of her mug. +The policeman's name was Detective Inspector Carruthers, and it hadn't taken Cassie long to discover that she didn't like him. He had asked a hundred questions, and answered none. Carruthers had come to a compromise with her mother - if Cassie agreed to speak to him in the coffee shop instead of the police station, she would agree not to make a scene. Cassie would rather have gone down to the station anyway - they were attracting too much attention as it was. She had recounted the morning's events as accurately as she could without sounding insane. She'd described the terrifying woman - minus the unnatural eyes - and the rescue. Cassie suspected Carruthers knew she was leaving something out. Most of the questions he'd asked her had been standard - how many people were there? Could she remember how many gunshots she'd heard? - but some had been unusual. He had been more interested in the man who'd sedated her than the would-be murderer, and for some reason he was curious about how *quickly* everyone had moved. +Cassie swapped two biscuit crumbs that were in the wrong order, and the teaspoon clattered into the mug. That seemed to attract the inspector's attention enough for him to break eye contact with her mother, who sniffed and took a sip of her espresso. +Carruthers harrumphed and said "If I may go over the identi-fit with your *client* one more time?", sliding a tablet across the table. Cassie's mother nodded rather deliberately, but Cassie had already pulled the tablet towards herself. She looked at the face on the app, and shivered. Identi-fit didn't have a grinning demon mask option, so she had chosen a black bandana. Cassie remembered seeing some sort of small industrial filter on one side of it, and she thought it had been made of plastic or rubber. She had already described it to the inspector. +The short mohawk was there, of course. The scar across the right eye had been easy enough to get right - the app had hundreds of scars and tattoos to choose from. She looked at the eyes again, and hesitated. There hadn't been a "holes punctured through the fabric of existence into the infinite void" option, but she'd picked a pair that looked the right shape at least. +"Yes, that's what I remember," she told him. +"Age anywhere between twenty and forty, about the same height as you?" +"Again, yes." +Cassie was about to say something sarcastic, but the inspector wasn't paying attention - someone had appeared beside their booth. +"Apologies for the interruption, Miss Caylitch, Detective Inspector," said a smooth voice. The speaker was young man wearing a crisp blazer over a t-shirt and jeans. There was a badge on a lanyard around his neck, identifying him as another copper. +"Gilligan," hissed Carruthers. "Haven't you interfered enough today?" +If Carruthers and her mother had been two strange cats shut in the same room, Carruthers and this man Gilligan were a tomcat and a wolf - and it was clear from the inspector's expression which one was the wolf. The newcomer's expression, however, was friendly. If he felt the same way about the inspector, he was good at hiding it. +"This case has been transferred to my division, Detective," said Gilligan, producing a document from his jacket. +"Your division?" sputtered Carruthers. He snatched the document and scanned it, grinding his teeth. +"This particular individual is a high-priority suspect," continued Gilligan, gesturing at the face on the tablet. "She is under international investigation for a number of high-profile offences." +Cassie couldn't place his accent. It was cultured, but his tone was so formal that she couldn't be sure. She was sure she had heard it before. He was smiling pleasantly at Carruthers, who was turning red. She was about to remind the inspector to breathe, but he collected himself. He drained his coffee, snatched up the tablet and left without a word. +"Agent Jack Gilligan," said the newcomer, sliding into the inspector's empty seat and extending his hand. His blonde hair shook slightly as he inclined his head, and Cassie suddenly realised where she'd heard his voice. +"You!" she said, touching the mark on her neck. "You drugged me! Who the hell are you, *agent*?" Cassie looked to her mother for help, but she had vanished. Her empty cup was on the table, but the chair was empty. Cassie hadn't seen her leave. +"Your mother had somewhere to be," said Gilligan, with a grin. "Please, call me Jack." +"Okay, *Jack*," she retorted, "kindly explain to me what the living hell is going on? Who is that freak who tried to kill me?" +"She is known as the Fly," Jack said, becoming serious. "She is a highly skilled thief and contract killer, and one of the most dangerous people in the... in the world." + Cassie rubbed her temple - there had been a twinge of the madness in the back of her mind for a fraction of a second. She examined him closely. Somehow she knew he had stopped himself from saying *in the known timelines*. Very odd. + "That's a lie, and you know it," Cassie stated. + "I'm unable to give you anymore information," he evaded. "However, we've been tracking her for a long... time." He hesitated over the word *time*, but this time there was no twinge. "It's become apparent to us that she's planning something..." he paused, wrinkling his brow. +"Something what?" Cassie demanded. +"I cannot say. Nevertheless, you're incredibly fortunate we were tracking her, Miss Caylitch." +"Why knock me out then?" asked Cassie. +"Standard procedure," he said, flashing a grin, at which Cassie scowled. Ordinary coppers didn't drug people and drop them off in hospitals. "Anyway, the local constabulary shan't be troubling you further with this matter. Good day, Miss Caylitch," he said, smoothly rising from his seat. +"Who was that bloke?" said her mothers voice beside her. She had reappeared at the table, bearing a plate of cake and another espresso. "Where's Carruthers?" +Again, there was a faint throbbing in her head. Looking around the coffee shop, she saw Jack Gilligan standing at the exit and her heart froze. His eyes! For a second, she was staring into blurred holes. Then he blinked, and his eyes were a human blue again. He frowned, as if he hadn't expected her to notice anything abnormal, and hurried out the door. + diff --git a/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/folder.txt b/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2307aae --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/0-Chapter_1/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +title: Chapter 1 +ID: 100 +type: folder +summarySentence:Freaks +label: 3 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 5000 +charCount: 26205 + + diff --git a/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/0-Cassie_explains_to_Cece.md b/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/0-Cassie_explains_to_Cece.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..efd6620 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/0-Cassie_explains_to_Cece.md @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +title: Cassie explains to Cece +ID: 6 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 7647 + + +"Then his eyes went empty, just like the freak's did!" Cassie exclaimed. +Cece nodded as Cassie sat down on the sofa beside her, clutching her third coffee of the day. The radiator gurgles as the flat warmed up. Cece had been sitting with an *expression* on her face as Cassie had explained, including more detail than the inspector had gotten out of her. Cassie could usually tell what Cece's expressions meant, but she didn't remember seeing this one before. Her eyes were kind, but her lips were tight. She was holding a bottle of beer, and seemed to have forgotten it was there. +"They can set it off somehow," Cassie continued, "the madness, I mean. And they just appear and vanish. I didn't see either of them *in transit*. And I'd swear he made Mum disappear. One second she was on his chair, next she was away getting dessert." +"Maybe you should stop calling it 'madness', Cass." +"How else would you explain it?" +"Well, you said your mum also saw that *agent* Gilligan guy," Cece said, making air quotes. +"She didn't see the eyes. You know her... if she'd seen *that* she'd have told everyone she could." +Cece pursed her lips again. "True, but that doesn't explain the ring." +She had a point. It was made from haematite, and had been one of the few pieces of jewellery Cassie had worn as a teenager. "Maybe I *never* lost it. What if I've been unconsciously keeping it in my pocket every day. That seems more logical, given my poor grip on sanity." +Cece took another swig of beer, and Cassie sipped her coffee. Tonight was not the time for drink, much as she wanted to wash the day away with a good prosecco. She needed to think. Even without the caffeine, she doubted she would sleep tonight. +"You're not insane, Cece said. "I've seen some of the things that... happen when you're around." +"That shit about me being a witch again?" +"I'm not calling you a witch, Cass. I'm just saying that maybe the headaches and blurred vision are signs that something, um, supernatural is happening to you." +Cassie snorted. "So what, I should learn to control it? Train myself in the ways of the Force?" +"Never mind," said Cece, shaking her head. "I just think you should keep an open mind about it." +"An open mind is the reason my mum had me sent to the shrink," Cassie muttered. +"*One* of the reasons," Cece replied, finishing her beer. She smiled to show she was only teasing. Cassie smiled back, to show she understood. +Cece's words troubled her, however. She had to consider the possibility that she did have, for want of a better word, *powers*. Logically, it made no sense. She believed that everything in the universe had a scientific explanation. Yet, at the same time, she knew on a deep, animal level that she *was* extraordinary. They were two seemingly contradictory beliefs, both of which she knew to be true. It was what Orwell has called doublethink or psychologists called cognitive dissonance... or was it? Cognitive dissonance was something that caused dogmatic people to get angry when you questioned them - Cassie *knew* the two truths didn't fit together. She decided "intellectual paradox" was a better phrase than cognitive dissonance. +Perhaps if she concentrated the right way, something would happen. Could she levitate something? She turned to her desk in the corner of the living room and spied a neat row of pens. They were organised by length today, not colour. Nothing else on her desk was organised at all. Choosing the middle pen, she focussed her gaze on it, willing it to float into the air. Nothing happened, of course. +Feeling rather silly, she shifted on the couch. There was an uncomfortable lump in her pocket - an interesting pebble she had picked up on the way home. She pulled it out and bounced it on her palm. +"More geology?" Cece teased, "or are you into healing crystals now." +Cassie looked at her pebble. On inspection, it turned out to be rather boring. Not one for her collection, then. "Just felt I should pick it up," she explained. "See? Madness. An irrational compulsion to collect stones." + "At least you're not nicking them." + "Screw you!" Cassie shot back, flicking the pebble into Cece's mass of shaggy curls, and Cece gently kicked her as she dug it out of her hair. It was an inside joke between the two of them; one of the symptoms of Cassie's madness was that things often ended up in her pockets. She never remembered stealing anything, and Cece knew she wasn't a thief, but other people had been less understanding in the past. That thought let to unpleasant memories, so she turned her mind back to the subject of Jack Gilligan. +"Oh yes, another thing that didn't make sense," Cassie exclaimed, "is that he told me this *Fly* woman was a psycho, and she was killing at random." +"You think it wasn't random?" Cece asked. +"No, it wasn't. I don't know how I know this, but she *knew* me, Ce. She knew me and she hated me." +"And you've definitely never seen her before?" +Cassie thought for a moment. "I'm certain. I'd definitely remember the scar. But at the same time I almost *do* know her. It's weird, Ce. Déjà vu." +"Almost getting murdered," Cece said dryly. "Only you could have déjà vu about that." +"Only me," Cassie agreed, finishing her coffee. +Cece nodded slowly, and tapped her fingers on her beer bottle. She pouted and moved her lips side to side. +"What?" Cassie asked. +"Nothing." +"No, it's not nothing. I might not be good at reading people in general, but I can read you, Ce." +"I was just thinking that..." +"That it's something to do with my 'mind powers', right?" +"Well, yes. That shit about you being a witch isn't because of your odd behaviour," Cece said, dodging a playful swipe from Cassie. "When we were at Knightswood Grammar, even before the Bonfire night?" +Cassie winced. "Ce, you *know* I don't remember what happened that night." +Cece stood up from the sofa with a stretch and headed towards their little kitchen, and Cassie squashed down the memories that threatened to surface. She had to admit that the facts made sense. Every time the madness had been strongest, there had been danger. The more ordinary episodes, if one could use the word 'ordinary', had often landed her in trouble. Sometimes they'd even got her *out* of trouble. There was no such thing as clairvoyance or premonitions, she reasoned. It had to be coincidence. It had to be. +"I come bearing gifts," Cece cut in. She handed Cassie a bowl of ice cream, sat down beside her and looked straight into Cassie's eyes. "After that night, everyone was frightened of you. You didn't pick up on it because, as you said, you're not good at reading people. But most people were nervous around you, Cass. Myself included." +"You too?" Cassie choked, dribbling a spoonful of ice cream onto her chin. +"Of course, weirdo. I didn't really know you until then. You saved my life, so of course I got to know you afterwards. But honestly, I was terrified. It's true," Cece whispered, wiping a tear from Cassie's cheek. "I saw what happened. I've always told you that I couldn't remember anything, that it was a blur, that I was drunk." +"You saw... everything?" +"Everything. I saw what you did, and I know what you can do. Every time you have one of your episodes..." she murmured. "You're special, Cassie. I don't understand how any of it works, but you *are* magical." +"You saw... and you're not frightened of me," Cassie said, trying not to sob. +"Not anymore, Cass," Cece said, hugging her. She was also trying to hold back tears. "Not anymore" +Cassie was about to say "thank you, Ce," but she had just noticed something. There was a pen in her hand - the one she had tried to levitate. She dropped it like it was a centipede, and pulled Cece into a teary hug. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/1-Jack-_Mei_and_Addy_walk_through_London.md b/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/1-Jack-_Mei_and_Addy_walk_through_London.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a63ecd0 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/1-Jack-_Mei_and_Addy_walk_through_London.md @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +title: Jack, Mei and Addy walk through London +ID: 112 +type: md +POV: 1 +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 8034 + + +London in Timeline 7743 was an interesting place. The local year was 1885 and most of the world was ruled by Queen Anne II, Empress of Britain. London was in the midst of its assimilation into the Ten Thousand Timelines, and there were already signs of hybridised technology on the surrounding street. A carriage drawn by four shiny black horses clopped past, the driver shaking his whip at a lad on an electric scooter. A gentleman in a top hat was gesturing at a companion visible only to himself through his comms visor. Jack chuckled as he noted that it was fashioned like a monocle, complete with filigree and chain. +The air here was cleaner than his native London's. His timeline was unconnected to the Triple T, so it was still powered by coal, gas and steam. He hadn't returned in three ownyears. +He wondered what Cassandra Caylitch would think of that. Would she judge him for his comparatively primitive origins, or would she be impressed by how well he'd adapted to the advanced world of the T3? +In T7743, steam engines and furnaces were being demolished as the city's new power grid expanded, and the faint whiffs of coal smoke in the air came from the fireplaces of folk unwilling to part with their familiar comforts. +"You realise that he's going to send that anchortrace to the Juris labs, right?" Addy pointed out. As opposed to Jack's contemporary tweeds, he was wearing his Cosantori uniform, which parted the crowd more effectively than a driver's whip. +"You mean this anchortrace?" Jack asked with grin, flashing the small device at Addy before slipping it back into his pocket. Addy shook his head with a mutter and Mei tsked. +"Did you shrythe that out of the Marshall's pocket?" she asked. +"No shrythe needed," Jack explained with a demonstrative waggle of his fingers. +"I thought not," she replied. "Even you aren't good enough to skrift something from another officer." +"I still can't believe you haven't been sacked yet, mate," Addy grumbled. "When the labs *do* get it, they'll find out the quartz wasn't flawed. They'll know you had plenty of owntime to hand it in." +"We all agreed to follow the trace," Jack said. "Cosantor-Sergeant Banks trusted his informant. He was certain that timeline was the key to finding her weakness." +"We should have let Special Juris handle it," Mei snapped. "We were reckless." +Jack couldn't disagree with her about their recklessness, but he knew she was only bluffing about Special Juris. +They turned down a narrow side street, where modern lighting had yet to be installed. Jack felt a touch of nostalgia for the London of his childhood. +He sensed a slight flicker beside him, and saw Addy's uniform vanish, replaced by nondescript workman's clothes, and was hit by a brief pang of envy. As renowned as Jack's own skill was throughout the division, Addy was the stealthiest shryther Jack had ever met. His hair was suddenly messy, and his hands looked convincingly dirty. He must have shrythen at least ten minutes away to change into a disguise that good, and Jack had barely felt it. Mei had noticed his surprise, and she nodded appreciatively to Addy. +Their destination was a few dingy twists and turns away, behind a rough wooden door with a biometric scanner disguised as a brass knocker. The grime and gloom ended as they entered. Bright lights turned on, and their terms connected to the room's secure datagrid. +"So, we're doing this?" Jack asked. +"You know we are, Jack," Addy replied with a nod and a firm pat on Jack's shoulder. +"It's what Banks and Tzunnie would have wanted, Captain," Mei confirmed. +"Even though we'll probably be discharged from the CA for it?" Jack asked her. +"Even if we would be executed for it," Mei replied with stone in her expression. Addy said nothing; he was already gearing up. +There was a small arsenal in this hideaway. Jack had been as surprised as the rest of the squad when Banks revealed it to them - almost everything in here was illegal, and for a Cosantori Aeturnix officer to have it stashed away was a serious offence. Only the immense trust between them had prevented Jack from turning it in to the Juris. They had saved each other's lives multiple times, and the only reason Jack was Cosantor-Captain was because Banks had turned down the promotion. Besides weaponry that wouldn't be available where they were heading, there was an astonishing collection of chronotech - some of it was more advanced than anything available in the T3. Banks had told them it was hybrid tech from almost a century nextwards in an unconnected timeline. Even he hadn't known what some of it did. Xenotech, he'd called it. +One of the handiest devices in the collection was a nanotailor. It was a variety of fabricator that produced clothing for any timeline. Each precinct had one, at least in the Investigative Juris, but this one was an expensive model. Its software had scanned their dataterms for video recordings from otherline information networks as soon as they'd returned. In the day they'd been back in T7743, it had produced wardrobes to help each of them blend in. +This particular nanotailor defaulted to high fashion, so Mei had instructed it to produce something that would project authority in their destination timeline. It had made her a set of elegant business suits and an evening gown. Addy had opted for nondescript and forgettable, and Jack had given it no instructions at all, letting its algorithms dress him as they saw fit. He wondered whether Cassandra would notice fashionable clothes. +The other nanofabricator in the room was a heavily modded black market device of the type the CA were forever confiscating from skrifters. This one had produced a selection of identification documents and currency. The local technology of their destination timeline would be unable to distinguish them from the real things. +Once they had dressed and packed, Jack picked up the anchor to their destination timeline and held it out before him. He had chosen a good one - an egg-sized chunk of flint from the wall of an old church - and topped it up with chronocharge from a reservoir unit. He didn't really need to - flint was highly chronostable, and the anchorline would stay open for years - but one could never be over prepared - especially for a task like this one. +Mei and Addy touched the stone, and Jack let his mind expand away from the present. The room blurred and faded, and Mei and Addy's eyes disappeared into nothingness; even after all these years he found it unsettling. He focussed on the anchor - the link was still clear, and he could sense the other world beyond it. He looked *through* the stone, and the small room in London faded. As they entered the place outside of reality, he could feel infinite possible timelines overlaid on each other, some almost close enough for details to be seen or heard. He concentrated on the sensations within the anchor and *pulled*. There was a slight resistance as his mind touched the chronocharge bound within the flint and drew upon it, infusing it into his body, his clothes and his pack of supplies. Jack could feel the current of chronocharge - the essence of time itself - rushing into Mei and Addy beside him. One of the infinite worlds solidified from the chaos of the place between, and they let it form around them. + Sights and sounds from the new timeline whirled around the three of them. Dozens of ghostly images of a light bulb swam together and coalesced into one, single and real. They were now in another small room, this one filled with cleaning supplies and plastic boxes. Yellow bins printed with an ominous triple-crescent symbol that in this timeline meant "biohazard", and marked 'sharps - incinerate' were stacked in the corner. They were in a hospital storeroom, and according to Jack's dataterm, 23 minutes had passed since they'd left. He felt a little flush of pride at his anchoring skills - 23 minutes leakage for more than a day spent otherline was impressive, even for flint. +"Okay then," he said, pocketing the anchor. "Let's find out more about Miss Caylitch." + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/2-Cassie_contemplates_the_ring.md b/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/2-Cassie_contemplates_the_ring.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..31573ca --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/2-Cassie_contemplates_the_ring.md @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ +title: Cassie contemplates the ring +ID: 113 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 5710 + + +Cassie had tried to forget about ring over past three days, but that had been a futile enterprise. The small haematite circle was more *real* than anything around her. She'd tried packing it away in a box at the top of her cupboard, but that had made it worse - the ring had called to her, a tiny persistent thorn in her mind, until she'd put it back on her thumb. It was so clear and present in her mind that she imagined she could see it through her eyelids, and if she concentrated on it too much, faint twitches of the madness entered her head. +She'd left it behind when she'd gone to work on the first day, and had even managed to forget about it for hours at a time - as a software developer, she had the advantage of having cultivated single-minded focus. She could enter "the zone" and get lost in pages of code. As with many programmers, however, she also had the disadvantage of caffeine addiction, and every time she'd walked to the coffee machine, the ring had popped right back into her head. +When she'd returned home, it had pulled at her. By the time she'd been halfway between the station and her flat, she could have pointed directly at it, despite two blocks of buildings in the way. As soon as she was inside, it went straight back onto her thumb. She sat down, slowly spinning it around her thumb, trying to think about work or dinner or anything ordinary. +"You'd better not start calling that thing 'my Precious'," Cece said, and Cassie jumped up from the sofa. She hadn't heard Cece open the door. +"Sorry, Ce, I was miles away." +"Welcome back to Middle Earth then, Miss Baggins." +"Ha ha." +"Are you doing ok, Cass?" Cece asked, opening the fridge. "You've been weirder these past few days." +"Weirder?" Cassie asked. +"Than normal, I mean." Cece grinned to show she was being playful. She took a bottle from the fridge and hunted for clean wine glasses "Has the… you know? Has it happened at all?" +"Madness?" Cassie sighed. "Yes and no." +Cece cocked her head, so Cassie continued. +"I haven't had an episode, but the feeling comes and goes when I think about some things. It's almost like I can control it." +Cece crinkled her eyes in a way Cassie thought of as the 'I knew it' smile. It reminded her of the way she herself felt when she found a bug in her code. It was why Cece was such a good journalist. A 'rising star,' as her editor called her. +"All that therapy must be working," Cassie explained, "if I can regulate my thought patterns like..." +"No more 'therapy' bullshit, Cass," Cece interrupted. "I *know*, remember? You're doing something amazing, and that ring might be the key." +"Sorry, Ce," Cassie replied. "I've just been denying that there's anything supernatural about me for so long... trying to convince *myself* there's a natural explanation. It's still so weird that you know - and that you haven't run away from me." +"You're *my* little witch, remember?" +"And you're my big pain in the butt." +Cece sat down beside Cassie, handing her a glass of wine. "You said it starts when you think about certain things? I assume the ring is one of those things." +Cassie nodded, then took in a steadying breath. "And... and *her*." +Cece tightened her mouth and grunted silently, then said "Ah. The... Fly." +Cassie thought that the face Cece was making might be described as a wince or a grimace, but she couldn't be certain. +"I've been taking the long way around when I go to the station. I can't think about that underpass without feeling..." she shook her head to chase away the fluttering. "See? I did it again." +"Anything else? Any other situations set it off? Like the night of the party?" +Cassie frowned. "Now that you mention it, yes. Except it's slightly different. When I think that far back, it's more of a purr in my head than a pounding." +"Curious. You should take note of these things, Cass. If you can work out any patterns, that would help." Cece took a sip of wine, then glanced at Cassie. "And what about Agent Jack?" +Cassie flushed and looked away, which caused Cece to giggle, which in turn made Cassie scowl. "All I feel when I think about *him* is annoyance." +"So you don't want to see him again?" +"Well," Cassie said, taking a thoughtful sip of wine. "I need to find out what he is, and what he knows about me." +"I've actually had an idea on that front, Cass." +"I'm not surprised," Cassie said, studying Cece's face. +"Why not?" +"You always have ideas about things, Ce. You have a sixth sense about me." +"So we're both witches then?" +Cassie laughed. "Yup. We're one short of a coven." She had another sip of wine - it was actually quite good. Cece was developing quite the palate. "But seriously, what was your idea?" +"You make a scene." +"Really, Ce?" Cassie asked, rolling her eyes. "I've spent my whole life perfecting the art of *not* attracting attention to myself." +"I don't mean throwing a tantrum, Cass. I mean you should try to make *it* happen. In public. Make your self have a full-blown episode." +Cassie felt her face pale. "I can't do that! I don't think I can do it, and I wouldn't do it even if I could!" +"I think you *can*, Cass. Let the magic out. I'll be by your side the whole time." +"No. Stop it, Cecilia!" Cassie mewled, rubbing her temple - the thumping of the madness was back. "You're making it happen!" +Cece sighed. "It'll keep happening to you, Cass, whether I help or not. Wouldn't you prefer answers?" +"No," Cassie lied. "I don't want anything to do with it." +She did want answers, however. She wanted them so much it ached. And much as she disliked the thought of asking the insufferable Jack Gilligan for help, she couldn't think of a better way to find out the truth. Furthermore, she was afraid that if she didn't find him soon, the answers would come at the tip of a knife. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/3-Fly_wakes_up_and_makes_a_plan-.md b/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/3-Fly_wakes_up_and_makes_a_plan-.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7832e22 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/3-Fly_wakes_up_and_makes_a_plan-.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +title: Fly wakes up and makes a plan. +ID: 7 +type: md +summarySentence:Fly wakes up and makes a plan. +summaryFull: Fly sets off to find Warlock, so he can help her trace Jack using the leecher. +POV: 3 +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 6204 + + +When Fly sat up hours later, she was focused again. Her mind as sharp as her favourite knife, and she had a plan. +First, Haan was going to die. Actually, no - that would be the second thing. First, Haan would tell her everything. He would tell her where he had found the anchor and what he had said to the cozzers, then he would die. No, then she would hurt him. A lot. *Then* he would die. She imagined his weasel face turning white as the blood drained from his body, and that made her feel happier. She wiped a trickle of drool from her mouth. +But no. Business before pleasure. +First, she needed to find Warlock and let him work his genius on the leecher. The leecher would lead to that pretty Cosantori boy, and, unless he was a moron, he would have an anchorline open to Cassandra Caylitch's timeline. The holy grail timeline! If Fly could get her hands on him, he would lead her right there. She'd have to catch him alone, though. That squad had been rather good, but even cozzers had to sleep. She wondered what kind of sleeper their pretty Captain was - he'd looked like a sprawler and sheet crumpler, but she bet herself she would find him curled up like a baby. Curled up, unaware of the Fly as she reached out and gently touched his neck... she blinked the image away. She had to focus - and the daydream had made her drool again. +She pulled the nanoplast from her leg and ran her fingers along the smooth new skin. Excellent. She'd need a new med supplier now that Haan was dead. Would be dead. Was as good as dead. +She put her boot back on and had a quick look around the tiny room - it was squalid. Hardly a room befitting the Fly, but that's why she had chosen it. One of the best ways to be untraceable was to be unpredictable, and the best way to be unpredictable was to do things so randomly that even you didn't know what would happen. A good tracer could follow another shryther across timelines. Tracing was partly technique and partly instinct - and also partly being the Fly. She was the best. The only person who'd ever traced her was Fly herself. She had caught a chronotwin - another version of herself - and reintegrated her, merging the two of them back into one self. That had been weird, even for her. She shook her head and told herself to focus again. +She packed her belongings - medpack, knives, dataterminal and comms visor, the rest of the knives, and of course her purse of shrything supplies - this she kept on her person at all times. She slipped the slim purse from its holster, carefully packed the leecher, and replaced the purse, snug against her skin. Everything else went into her coat's many pockets. She liked this coat - it was made from expensive polyform chamofibre. It looked like heavy black duffel, but at a few commands from her dataterminal, it morphed. The fibres rearranged with slight rustle, and fuzzy black became shiny dark red. There was tiny line below her left breast where it didn't morph - it was the knife mark from when she had acquired the coat from its previous owner - but now the coat had the appearance of blood-red leather. +Fly was pleasantly surprised to find a cartridge of 3Fall Blue in one of the pockets. She sucked in a refreshing dose and blew out the turquoise mist appreciatively. The Blue didn't cause a numbing pleasure like 3Fall Green did - it calmed and energised her. Fly's sense of *time* was undampened, and her physical senses sharpened. Finally, she strapped on her mask and activated its chem filter. +One of the best ways to be untraceable was to be unpredictable, and the best way to be unpredictable was to be in the city of Wei Long. She left the depressing room via the window, not the door, and stepped onto a rusted catwalk above clouds of pollution that obscured the street 20 storeys below. The next building was barely two metres away, so she leapt across the gap to balance on an AC unit. Next was a small drop to hang onto a bare water pipe leading between two ramshackle tenement blocks, then a flip onto a hanging walkway, a scramble down a brick wall, and a hop into another window. She slipped once or twice, saving herself from a few death plummets by simply reversing her timestream. Being a chronoshryther, she could have as many tries at a handhold as she had the chronocharge for - and Fly's natural store of it had replenished overnight. +When she was far enough way, she sent a command from her dataterm to the little surprise she'd left on the tiny room's door. There was a blast behind her, followed by screaming, and Fly shivered with pleasure. Shockwaves from explosions always sent delightful tingles across her skin, and the Blue only enhanced it. +She was now in a long corridor lined with seedy shopfronts and dimly lit with flickering signs and holoscreens in dozens of languages. She wasn't sure exactly where she needed to go next, but that added to the fun of Wei Long. You could cross the whole city without touching the ground. She put on her comms visor and, linking to Wei Long's datagrid, she located a pirate portal two buildings away. It was smaller than the Croncore portals, and it only linked a few dozen timelines - essentially it was just a row of anchor stones that were kept charged with a chronopump and augmented to make it easy enough for anyone to use, no matter how limited their shrything ability. She activated her wallet and transferred a few quoins to the proprietor. A light blinked above a sphere of roughly cut onyx. She touched it, and let its timestream pull her across into the next timeline. She could have followed the link on her own, and for free, but that would have left a trail for any competent tracer. +She emerged in a more affluent part of Wei Long. Timeline 9557 was newly connected to the T3. It was the year 1943 in here, and the air was clean enough for her to bypass the chem filter on her mask. She was certain she couldn't have been followed by *any* shryther, be they cozzer or skrifter. She doubted even the Fly could have traced herself. According to her intel, Warlock had a new pad in this timeline. He would be surprised to see her! She chuckled, and strolled towards his penthouse, unconsciously stroking the hilt of one of her knives. + diff --git a/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/4-Cassie-s_First_Vision_of_Felicity.md b/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/4-Cassie-s_First_Vision_of_Felicity.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cf8b94a --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/4-Cassie-s_First_Vision_of_Felicity.md @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +title: Cassie's First Vision of Felicity +ID: 114 +type: md +summarySentence:Memory +summaryFull: -talks to her mum "you have to call me Felicity" + +POV: 0 +notes: She feels like she is a passenger, watching through Felicity's eyes. +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 5241 + + +Cassie found herself sitting on an uncomfortable bed, staring out of an unfamiliar window. Somehow, she knew she was dreaming, but simultaneously knew that she wasn't - it made no sense. Could it be a lucid dream? One of those dreams you can control because you know you're asleep? She tried to make herself float into the air - that was what people did in lucid dreams, wasn't it? Her bottom stayed firmly fixed to the bed, obeying the iron will of gravity. Slightly disappointed, she decided to look out of the window, but, with a flush of fear, realised that she had as little command of her own body as she did over the laws of physics. That wasn't right. That wasn't how lucid dreams were supposed to work! She strained to lift an arm, but her hands stayed put, resting on her knees. +Cassie tried to wake herself up, and was dimly aware of another body - her own body - in her own bed. She reached for it, but couldn't move her limbs in the real world either. Panic was rising in her chest. This had to be sleep paralysis. From what she had read, it was the worst kind of nightmare. She would be in its grip until her subconscious decided to release her. The thing that made the least sense, however, was how absolutely *real* everything was. She was a helpless passenger in her own body. +On its own accord, her head turned towards the doorway. There were sounds of movement in the adjoining room, and an unfamiliar man's voice was singing tunelessly. There was a flash of annoyance and Cassie felt herself taking slow, deliberate breaths. +A phone rang, and her hand reached toward it. The fingernails on this other Cassie's hand were painted black, but the thumb had the haematite ring on it. The caller ID said "Mum", and the screen showed a photo of her mother. It wasn't quite her mum, though - the Rose Caylitch in this photo was overweight, and wore heavier makeup than Cassie had ever seen on *her* Rose Caylitch. Her finger stabbed at the green icon, and her arm put the phone against her ear. +"What?" her voice said. Cassie was shocked. This was certainly her own voice, but it sounded colder and huskier. +"Nice to hear from you too, Cassandra," her mother's voice said, and again Cassie was shocked. She had never heard that much venom in her mother's voice. +"Call me Felicity!" the not-Cassie snapped. "Honestly, *mother*, how fucking thick are you? You know that's not my name anymore. Why are you even calling?" +"Dr Wilton called me. Apparently you've missed your last two appointments." +"How's that *your* concern?" she heard herself snap. +"Well, *maybe* it's because if you miss a third one, he'll have to inform the parole board," her mother said, voice oozing sarcasm. "But that doesn't bother you, does it? I'm sure you'd just *love* to spend another three years in prison." +Cassie saw her hand hang up on her not-mother, then throw the phone across the room. She felt herself stalk over to the window and wrench it open. Her alien hands reached for something on the windowsill, but she was reeling. Prison? This other version of herself had been to prison? What kind of nightmare was this? She felt something touch her lips, and realised with disgust that it was a cigarette. Her hands - Felicity's hands - were trying to light it, unsuccessfully. Cassie felt a sudden, alien stab of rage, and she - no, Felicity - threw the lighter out of the window. The anger was red and *vicious*, so much more violent than any anger she had felt before. +She watched the falling lighter land on the windscreen of a van in the street three storeys below. It braked, as did the car behind it, albeit not quickly enough. There was a dull crunch as their bumpers collided, and a shout of surprise from a pedestrian. Cassie experienced two things simultaneously - horror and guilt from herself, and a savage glee that could only belong to this warped version of Cassandra who called herself Felicity. The emotional dichotomy pulled her awareness back from Felicity, and she could feel her own body in bed. Cassie tried to go back to it, to wake it up, but she had no idea how. She was not the only one who had noticed something. She felt her brow furrow and heard herself - heard Felicity - growling. +"Who the fuck are you? Why are you in my head again?" +She saw the black-nailed hand lash out and felt a sting of pain on her cheek. Felicity had slapped herself! There was a grunt from the other room and the singing stopped, but Felicity hadn't noticed. +"Get out of my head get out of my head getoutofmyhead getoutofmyhead!" she was muttering, and to Cassie's horror, Felicity pulled a knife out of her jeans pocket. "Get out or I'll cut you out!" +The blade moved towards her eye, gripped in a white-knuckled, black nailed corruption of her own hand, and Cassie fled. She had no idea how she had done it this time, but she managed to get back to her own body in her own bed, and sat up with a gasp. Her cheek still stung, and her head was pounding. The room spun around her in a ghostly blur - the madness was in full force. Cassie fell out of bed and managed to stumble to the bathroom just in time to see several images of her hands clutching a dozen spinning copies of the toilet bowl and feel a hundred versions of her stomach empty themselves. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/folder.txt b/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d0f7ce9 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/1-Chapter_2/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +title: Chapter 2 +ID: 109 +type: folder +summarySentence:Criminals +label: 3 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 5000 +charCount: 32836 + + diff --git a/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/0-Fly_tortures_Haan.md b/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/0-Fly_tortures_Haan.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e3687ae --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/0-Fly_tortures_Haan.md @@ -0,0 +1,34 @@ +title: Fly tortures Haan +ID: 22 +type: md +summaryFull: Fly records herself plucking Haan's eyes out, shrythes backwards to show him the footage + + The gets the word "Banks" out of him +POV: 3 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +charCount: 1850 + + +Fly held two bloody eyeballs in front of her, one in each hand. Her visor was recording. Good. The lighting was perfect, and the acoustics were great, now that she'd shot out the buzzing air purifier. The pleading sobs of the man at her feet would be clear in this video. +"Thank you Fwy," she simpered in a mock child's voice, wiggling an eyeball like a puppet. "Mr Haan's skull was vewwy small." +"And it smewwed wike a wat's nest," replied the other eyeball as Fly jiggled it. +"Because you're a fucking rat," she explained in her own voice. +The man on the floor whimpered, so she kicked him. Blood leaked through his fingers as he clutched his face. +"Fwy, I wuv you," continued the first eye. +"Where would you like to go next, Mr Eye?" Fly asked merrily. +"I always wanted to twavel to his tight wittle wectum," squeaked Mr Eye. +"Put me down his thwoat, Fwy!" exclaimed Mrs Eye. "We can meet in the middle!" +Fly kicked the man again, and his hands flopped away from his face. He had died disappointingly quickly, the spoilsport. She stopped recording and shrothe a few minutes pastwards. +As the world coalesced around her, she saw the living Haan's eyes widen at the sight of their future selves clutched in her bloody hands. She sent the video to his dataterm, and watched his visor lens darken as he viewed her cinematic masterpiece and vomited. He seemed to have understood her message. +"Please!" he coughed. "Don't kill me. I don't know what you want." +She slapped him and waited. +"*P'zah torzh-vu*, Fly!" he sobbed. "I'm a friend to you, no? *Salagra mhe!*" +She didn't know what language he was speaking, and didn't feel like using the translator on her dataterm, so she slapped him again. +He whimpered, just like he had in her video. That sound, along with his pathetic cringe sent a flash of disgust and rage through her +so she used some of her chronocharge +" + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/1-Cassie_thinks_about_Felicity-_and_getting_the_ring.md b/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/1-Cassie_thinks_about_Felicity-_and_getting_the_ring.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8733adc --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/1-Cassie_thinks_about_Felicity-_and_getting_the_ring.md @@ -0,0 +1,29 @@ +title: Cassie thinks about Felicity, and getting the ring +ID: 26 +type: md +POV: 0 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 4280 + + +Two days after her vision of Felicity, Cassie sat on the train, thinking and remembering. Her mind powers, her gift or curse or whatever it was, had always been a part of her. She didn't remember when she'd first noticed them, but according to her mother, weird things had been happened to her since she was eight or nine. Her bouts of the madness had been diagnosed as epilepsy, sub-psychotic episodes, or according to her internet research, autism, demonic possession or government mind control experiments. Of course, none of these diagnoses were at all helpful. +As far as she knew, her mum didn't suspect anything supernatural. If she did, she had been keeping the knowledge secret for over a decade longer than Cece had. Rose Caylitch wasn't a natural secret keeper, though. If her mother *had* noticed anything inexplicable, she was denying it to herself - which is of course what Cassie had been doing. Cassie liked to tell herself she was an enlightened woman of reason, that her madness was just that - madness. She had trusted in the medical world and its paradigm of empirical diagnosis to explain her experiences. She had discredited her own memories, painting over them with a veneer of scientific rationalisation. In her forced scepticism, she had deceived herself in much the same way zealots deceive themselves with *un*scientific beliefs. + Thinking about her mother made her remember the horror of the previous night, the way the not-Cassie Felicity had treated *her* mother. It was definitely not a dream, and she had proof that even the most stubborn part of her mind couldn't deny. When she had finished chucking up her guts into the toilet, her eyes had settled upon the ring, and the thumb that wore it. Its nail had been painted black. After seeing that, her stomach had immediately tried to empty itself again. Her sceptical mind had tried to tell her that she had painted it in her sleep - she was fairly certain Cece had some black nail polish somewhere in the flat - but she had never sleepwalked before. Furthermore, her thumb had changed in more than one way. Firstly, it had smelled of nicotine. + She'd scrubbed it until it hurt the previous night. The polish was gone, but she hadn't managed to remove the smell, not entirely. Secondly, she had a habit of chewing the skin around her fingers, and the other nine were callused from her gnawing. Thirdly, there was a scar on the knuckle. That certainly hadn't been there the day before. The strangest thing, though, was that it felt like *hers*. She didn't recoil as if it were an alien appendage growing on her hand. She smiled weakly at the thought of Felicity finding Cassie's unmanicured digit on her hand - if indeed Felicity was real. + She had jotted down the ring's journey in her mental notepad. The first point in its journey had been when she had acquired it five years ago as an awkward teenager. At the time, she had felt self-conscious about wearing it. There had been an invisible wall between herself and the other students at Knightswood Grammar. They hadn't bullied her exactly, but they'd never included her in anything. Wearing a ring had felt too much like trying to fit in. She had spotted it on a tray at a market stall. It had been sitting in a tray of the sort of gothic jewellery that teens would wear to be *edgy*. It had been the only ring there without a skull, pentagram or dragon, but her eye had been inexplicably drawn to it. + Then, she had shoplifted it. + She hadn't meant to do it, though. It had just appeared in her pocket when she'd arrived home, even though she could have sworn she hadn't been within an arm's length of the stall. She had blamed her madness, calling it *kleptamnesia*, but now she wasn't sure. Just like the pen she had summoned a few nights previously, she had somehow teleported it into her possession. She had worn it on her thumb after that, since it was too big for any other finger. Part of her had wanted to get rid of it out of guilt, but it had given her a strange warm comfort. + The third point in the ring's journey had been when she'd woken up in hospital. The second... the second point was the one she had tried to avoid thinking about: the bonfire party. The night when she had lost it, and gained a terror of the power within herself. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/2-Mei_tells_Jack_about_Carruthers.md b/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/2-Mei_tells_Jack_about_Carruthers.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..50e1813 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/2-Mei_tells_Jack_about_Carruthers.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +title: Mei tells Jack about Carruthers +ID: 272 +type: md +summaryFull: Jack, Mei and Addy are set up in a temporary camp. + Mei tells Jack about Carruthers snooping +POV: 1 +label: 4 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 5567 + + +Jack applied an adhesive patch to a leaking drain pipe. The nanomesh constricted, wrapping the pipe and merging seamlessly with the plastic. Mei would frown upon the use of T3 tech in an unconnected timeline for something as mundane as plumbing repairs, but the dripping had been keeping him awake. +She was on her shift staking out Cassandra's flat two blocks away, leaving Jack and Addy in the makeshift base they had set up in a disused attic. Jack sighed and returned to his bed. The inflatable mattress was quite comfortable, having been made by the portable nanofabricator they had set up in the corner. +"They call it the Internet," Addy continued. +"Hmm?" Jack replied, sitting up. He realised that he had missed the start of a conversation, so he pushed his mind slightly out of timeline. The world became fainter, and he retraced his own timestream a few seconds before dropping back in. +"The datagrid here is surprisingly sophisticated for an unconnected timeline," past Addy said. +Jack watched his hands applying the adhesive patch again. This shrything technique was call *precollection*, and it allowed him to remember a moment in time perfectly by sending his consciousness pastwards while his body stayed in the present. +"I've cracked all the encryption algorithms, obviously, but the whole thing's a *ta'chakza* mess," Addy continued. "It's not one datagrid, it's thousands of them joined together. Their software is inefficient, but the comms protocols are incredibly complex." +Jack precalled himself walking towards the bed, and his mind reached the present again. +"They call it the Internet," Addy continued again. "And you don't need to precall everything I say. You can just ask me for the good bits." +"Good bits then," Jack replied. "Specifically money. I don't like living in a room I'm not paying for." +Addy nodded at that. He knew about Jack's childhood spent living in much danker rooms in a far grimmer London. +"Won't take long. My term is still learning the banking systems on this Internet grid, but they have something called 'cryptocurrency.' I've got myself a few hundred of some things called Bitcoins." +Jack nodded absently. He didn't care what the money was called here, as long as they had enough of it. +His dataterm pinged, and an image of Mei appeared in his visor. Addy's visor darkened as he too joined the conversation. +"Still no sign of any unusual chronoshifts," she began without salutation. "However there has been some activity from the local constabulary." +"Carruthers?" Jack guessed. +"Carruthers, and two subordinates," she confirmed. "They're observing Miss Caylich too, Captain. They tailed her and Miss Whethers to their places of work today. One of them placed this in her residence," she said, holding a small listening device. The image zoomed in on the object in her fingers. +"Leave it there, Mei," Jack instructed. "We can intercept the transmission once we have the comms working." +"Acknowledged," she said. "Furthermore, Carruthers hasn't approached Miss Caylich. However, he has been asking unusual questions to people who live or work nearby." +"Unusual?" +"Yes. He asked a shopkeeper if she had seen anyone disappearing or moving with supernatural speed." +"And had she?" +"No. I heard her contact someone as soon as he left. She said 'It was that mental copper again', if I recall." +Jack sighed. "Hopefully they all questioned his sanity." +The image fuzzed, flickering into a series of ghostly silhouettes. Mei had absently shrythen half a second pastwards - the flickers were the digital equivalent of an eye blur. +"And?" Jack asked, deducing that she wasn't done. +"And he was asking about you by name." +"Mei, I don't exist in this timeline. There was no point giving him a false name." +"I know that," she snapped. "But he knows you aren't a policeman. He's investigating 'supernatural persons,' as he calls us. He has evidently had contact with other chronoshrythers." +"Not surprising," Addy offered. "Miss Caylich has been shrything unconsciously almost every day." +Jack doubted Carruthers has witnessed Cassandra shrything. She was stealthy about it, albeit unconsciously. If her abilities were properly trained, she would be even stealthier than Addy. +"There might be a few other naturals nearby," Jack suggested. "Even in unconnected timelines, there are usually a few thousand people in the world strong enough to shrythe without being taught." +"But you don't think so," Addy guessed. +"No, I don't." +"He can't have encountered the Fly," Addy muttered, "on account of his still being alive." +"Banks believed she hadn't previously visited this timeline," Mei reminded him. "She followed an anchorline here - the one Banks had the anchortrace for. Anyway, I have nothing further to report." +Mei disconnected and the image of her vanished from their visors. Addy's visor darkened again as he got back to work making their dataterms understand the Internet datagrid. +Jack sighed again. Someone from the Ten Thousand Timelines must have been here in order to find the anchor in the first place. But who they had been, why they had done it, and *how* they had done it, remained a mystery. Whoever they had been, Carruthers had noticed. Jack couldn't fault the man's dedication. +He swung his legs back up onto the mattress and closed his eyes. There was a piece of the puzzle missing - a vital piece. If they didn't find out what it was before the Fly returned - and he had no doubt that she would, and soon - Cassandra would be dead. That thought sent an unexpected stab of anguish through his chest. No, he would not let that happen. He could not. diff --git a/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/3-Fly_visits_Warlock_to_find_out_about_the_Leecher.md b/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/3-Fly_visits_Warlock_to_find_out_about_the_Leecher.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2812e06 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/3-Fly_visits_Warlock_to_find_out_about_the_Leecher.md @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +title: Fly visits Warlock to find out about the Leecher +ID: 110 +type: md +POV: 3 +notes: - he tries to shoot at her, but she already has his bullets + - Fly is the only one who could ever shrythe past his defenses + - he's in bed with a Tvarutnan girl, Fly watches her flee + - Fly keeps having "flash forwards" of killing the girl + - The girl is the anchor, and Fly had already killed her to get in +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 9470 + + +When Fly shrothe into Warlock's bedchamber, he was mid-passion with a pretty Kjarnaki girl. Her head was craned back into the pillow, and her eyes were closed - no doubt so that she didn't have to see that stupid expression of his. Fly could only see the back of his head, but she knew he would be pulling a face like a constipated baboon. She quietly unbuckled her mask and settled herself in a plush armchair. There was a bowl of jelly drops on a table beside her, so she put one into her mouth and chewed. +The two lovers were getting louder and faster now. The girl's shrill voice set Fly's nerves on edge, and she could see her hand on the little whore's throat, blood running down her fingers as her nails bit into the tender... she squeezed her eyes shut, banishing the image. She had to focus! With a gargle like a wounded boar, Warlock finished and flopped onto the bed beside his little conquest. Fly started a lazy clap. "Bravo, maestro," she drawled. "You up to an encore?" +The girl shrieked, pulling the covers up to protect herself, her green eyes bright with terror. Fly could see her own hand gripping that throat tighter, tighter, crushing... she pulled herself together. She had to focus on the present. She was performing a shrything technique she called *causality bridging* which, as far as she knew, nobody else was capable of, or had even imagined. Therefore, it *was* called causality bridging. Her chronocharge was trickling away slowly, and if her mind wandered too much, she would snap out of this timeline. That would be inconvenient. +Warlock spun around, whipping a pistol from beside the bed. Reflexively, Fly shrothe a few minutes pastwards and removed the ammunition clip while the lovers were still oblivious, then returned to the present - the present in which Warlock was and pulling the trigger. +Fly chuckled at the tinny click. "Misplaced something, mate?" she asked, spinning the clip in her fingers. The barrel was steady, pointing directly at her head. "Very quick on the draw there, cowboy. Under two seconds, yes? But you'll never be as quick as the Fly. You know that, right?" Warlock glared at her, and she felt his mind tugging on the magazine in her hand. He was trying to shrythe it back into his pistol. It vanished from her hand as she pushed it along her causality bridge. She distantly heard it clatter to the floor on the other side of the bridge, and again she saw her hand on the girl's throat, felt the scream vibrate against her fingers... Concentrate! Stupid Fly, showing off like that. She should have just pocketed the ammo clip - she had drained a significant portion of her *time* with that stunt. +"K'sat, penta-sang *tuta*!" Fly snapped. Her Kjarnaki wasn't great, but the message was clear. The little whore fumbled for an anchor - a chip of quartz set in a chronocircuitry disk - and her wide eyes blurred before she was whipped out of the timeline. Warlock must have created that anchor for the girl - she was far too inept to shrythe away on her own that quickly. In her mind, Fly watched the girl squirm, her frantic eyes blur in sputtering flashes as she tried to shrythe away from... no! Fly had to concentrate! Her causality bridge would stay open for a few more seconds on the other end, but, with the girl gone, she would have no more distractions. She would be able to keep this end of the bridge open for another ownhour or two before her chronocharge ran out. +Warlock glared at her for at least ten more seconds, his biological eye dark, the other one glowing green as it scanned her. Then he lowered his pistol and barked out a laugh. "Fly! It's been a while. You still haven't learned to knock, have you?" +"And I never will," she smirked. "I enjoy catching people with their pants down." +"Ha! Ever the comedienne. Tell me what I can do for you this time." +"You just assume I want something from you, Warlock? Can't a girl drop in on an old friend?" She popped another jelly drop into her mouth and waited, but Warlock continued to study her, so she continued. "One would almost think you were trying not to be found. Where are we anyway?" +"Somewhere I *thought* nobody would be able to follow. How in the name of all the Gods did you get here?" +"I'm the Fly," she answered simply. He ought to know that by now. She checked her dataterm and raised her good eyebrow. "Wow, this really is nowhere. Uncharted timeline, zero radio signals. Are we the only people on Earth?" +Warlock nodded, climbing out of bed. He headed to a drink dispenser, not bothering to put any clothes on. He was making a point, so she made the point of ignoring his nudity. +"What can I do for you this time?" he repeated, handing her a glass of something cloudy and pungent. +Fly sighed and produced the leecher. "I need to find the cozzer who put this in me." +"You got leeched? How did you get away from..." he started, saw she was about to interrupt, then dryly answered his own question. "Because you're the Fly. Of course." +"You can trace it, right?" she asked. +"I'm the Warlock," he replied simply. +He led her towards his workshop, passing through a rather luxurious courtyard. She wondered how he'd managed to build himself such a palatial home in an empty timeline. She wanted to ask, but knew his response would simply be "I'm the Warlock." It was becoming a tradition between the two of them - she was the Fly, and he was the Warlock. Both acknowledged the other's unparalleled brilliance in their respective fields. He could make anything, and she could destroy anything - they were forces of nature. +His workshop was cluttered with exotic chronotech Fly had never seen before, but she didn't let him catch her examining it. He carefully took the leecher from her in a pair of forceps and placed it in a clamp under an array of lights and lenses. +"The trick to *these* is extracting the core without letting it touch anything else," he said, preparing a cutting laser. "Put this on," he instructed, handing her a visor. The laser blazed, and her visor darkened. A few seconds later, its work was done. The golden metal of the top half of the little bullet was now a puddle on the worktop, and a tiny cage of circuitry was exposed. In the centre was the core - a tiny black stone, no larger than a grain of rice. It was known as a zero stone, and it both fascinated and terrified her. To the eye, it was so black and unreflective that it was impossible to make out any solid shape to it - like dead pixels in reality. To the senses of a chronoshryther though, it was invisible. When she reached for it with her mind and examined its timestream, she saw nothing. Even the most chrono*un*stable physical object contained trace amounts of chronocharge, and a shryther as good as Fly could sense it, smelling the timelines in which the object had existed, and the people who had used it. Not a zero stone, however. It made her nose feel blocked. +"Yes, you can keep the core," she told Warlock, pre-empting the question she knew he would ask. "Just get a piece of the leecher I can use as a trace." +"Ah," he replied. "Not possible. You see, the core..." +"I know what zero stones do, ass. It's a chronocharge black hole. Nothing escapes the event horizon." +"Exactly," he said, pointing at the circuitry with a needle-nosed tool. "And in a leecher, the gold alloy is a conduit. This capacity microshunt pumps the chronocharge from whatever the metal touches and dumps it into the stone. I could possibly extract enough temporal residue for you to trace from this resonator valve, but that won't help either - it hasn't physically touched anything since it left the factory." +"So, you can't help me?" Fly asked. +"I'm the Warlock," he said in answer. "I have a few contacts in the Cosantori. I might be able to get a C.N.R. from the resonance feed." +Fly had no idea what a resonance feed was, but she felt her grip on the causality bridge slipping. She could see the Kjarnaki girl's face in her mind again, feel her pulse weakening... She squeezed her eyes and refocussed. There were only a few ownminutes before she was pulled out of Warlock's secret timeline. +"Let me know what you find," she said, turning. "And be easier to find next time." +"Can't promise that." +"Oh, by the way," Fly asked nonchalantly, "Does the name 'Banks' mean anything to you?" +"Banks?" he replied smoothly. "Can't say it does. Why?" +"No reason," she said, and let the bridge collapse. She snapped back into a dark courtyard in the grim city of Das-Kjarit, Timeline 5056, her body and mind reintegrating with the copy of herself she'd left behind. +As her two selves merged into one, the faint thoughts and sensations they'd shared across the causality bridge sprang into focus. She was pressing Warlock's plaything against a wall, her hand crushing the last of the life from the girl's pretty throat. Her fading struggles sent vibrations down Fly's arm and into her chest where they settled like hot brandy in a snowstorm. Fly's chin was wet - she had been drooling again. +She savoured the whore's last beautiful thrashes, her toes curling as the girl went limp. She released her grip, and the body crumpled into the dirt. +Fly removed her mask so that she could wipe her chin, then knelt down beside the corpse and whispered into its ear. "I wish you'd enjoyed that as much as I did, you little *disgrace* of a woman. You should thank me for killing you." +She stood up again, stretching, and licked the girl's blood from her knuckles before strapping on her mask as she shrothe away. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/4-Cassie_remembers_the_bonfire_night_party_-light_version-.md b/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/4-Cassie_remembers_the_bonfire_night_party_-light_version-.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b8fb44e --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/4-Cassie_remembers_the_bonfire_night_party_-light_version-.md @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +title: Cassie remembers the bonfire night party (light version) +ID: 25 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 6 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 9736 + + +### five years ago +Cassie held a plastic cup of punch in both hands, feeling self-conscious. She wasn't sure if she was drunk, even though she couldn't have had more than three sips. It tasted terrible - half of the party goers must have added to the punch bowl. She'd never been drunk before, so she wasn't sure if the heat in her cheeks was from the drink, the bonfire blazing in the centre of the field, or simply the guilt of underage drinking. She knew it was stupid to feel that way - teenagers were getting drunk all around her, but she still had a goody-two-shoes fear that an adult was watching and disapproving. If anything, the surrounding kids were disapproving of her *not* drinking. +Of course, the flush of shame could also be coming from her awkward attempts at conversation with the boy standing beside her. He was almost as nervous as she was, which was probably why she had the courage to stand next to him at all. She could only hear a fraction of what he was saying over the noise of the crowd and the crappy music from the high decibel, low quality speaker system. His name was Mark, or perhaps Mike or Mick, and he liked role-playing games - that was about all she had gathered so far. He was also a student at Knightswood, two years below her, and she wasn't sure whether she liked him. Or rather, she wasn't sure whether she *wanted* to like him. He seemed nice enough, but she was hesitant to get to know him. +She was afraid that once he found out the quiet girl he'd been talking to at the bonfire night party was Cassandra Caylitch, he'd shun her. Social interactions confused her, but she was fairly certain that her stigma was catching. She wasn't sure why the other kids avoided her, but the thought of them avoiding Mark by association added another layer of guilt. +Suddenly, Cassie was angry at herself. Why *shouldn't* she talk to him? Why should the imagined opinions of other teenagers make *her* feel ashamed? There was a peculiar thrumming in the back of her head, and a new clarity to her mind. Boldness rushed through her. Let the other teenagers gossip! She looked up at Mark and smiled. His eyes were blue and his hair ginger and curly. She realised that he was quite good-looking in an awkward, geeky kind of way. He was more than a foot taller than her, but so were most people. +The thrumming grew stronger, and Cassie saw an array of possibilities before her. She imagined stepping forward and kissing him - she had never kissed a boy before, but she could imagine exactly how she would pull his face down to hers, exactly how his lips would taste. Next, she imagined throwing her drink in his face - that would end with him calling her a psycho and stalking off. She imagined several other things she could do, several other ways to start a conversation. In the end, she settled on a simple question. +"Are you here with anyone?" she asked, raising her voice and stepping closer to hear his reply. +"Was here with my brother, but he's gone off somewhere," he shouted back. "With Ellie Davis! I think they're hooking up!" He chortled, then looked embarrassed. Cassie thought *his* blushing cheeks were cute. Cuter than *hers*, anyway. She took several large gulps of her punch. +Just then, the music decided to stop. The thrumming faded and her crippling shyness returned. She'd been tolerating it all evening, but just when she needed something to drown out a conversation, the speakers went silent. +"Ooh, I think the fireworks are about to start!" Mark crowed. His boyish enthusiasm brought some of her boldness back. Not all of it, but enough. Cassie smiled and nodded, grateful for a new distraction. +The first firework launched with a hollow thump. She watched the trail of sparks climb higher, then saw the flash of red and green. A fraction of a second later the boom arrived. The sound made her ears ring, but she heard it with her whole body. As the thumps and cracks came faster, she felt a strange tingling in her skin. The vibrations sank into her chest and warmed her, and her strange confidence returned. Suddenly, all she wanted to do was kiss the boy next to her, just as she'd imagined moments before. +Part of Cassie was shocked by the unwanted feelings, but most of her mind was fascinated. She drained her cup and squeezed her eyes, but it didn't go away. As the pyrotechnic display built to a roar, she realised that she wouldn't be able to control herself much longer - if she didn't get away from Mark as soon as she could, she would do something she would *definitely* regret. +Dropping her cup, Cassie turned away from him and ran. Her skin burned whenever she brushed against someone, and the throbbing in her head was back, faster than before. She broke free from the of the crowd at the edge of the field where there was copse of trees. She hurried into it, tripping over long grass and undergrowth, until she was alone, leaning against a thick oak trunk. +The explosions were muffled by the trees, but she still felt the thrill rushing across her body with each thump. She had dropped her cup - a waste of punch, and littering besides - and run off into the trees like a startled child. Cassie's face burned with shame, and she swore at herself. She slammed her head backwards into the tree in frustration. The pain helped a little. She was about to hit her head again when a cry, quickly stifled, shocked her alert. +There was a brief lull in the fireworks display, and she heard rustling leaves and low voices a few trees further away. She crept toward the noises. A trio of shadows was partly visible on the other side of a holly bush, two hulking and one slender. One of the larger figures was pressing the smaller against a tree by the throat. +"I told you I deleted it!" a girl's frightened voice rasped. "Check my phone if you don't believe me!" +A man's voice barked out a cold laugh. "And we're just supposed to believe you didn't make a copy?" +"He'll cut you, girl," the other larger figure grunted. "Right psycho this one." +"If you've sent it to *anyone*, Nancy Drew, you'll be dead," the first man continued. From where Cassie was crouched, it sounded more a cold statement of fact than a threat. +Cassie's heart was drumming in time with the throbbing in her head. She had heard enough, and there was only one thing she could - run for help. She took off towards the glow of the bonfire, charging through the undergrowth. There was a shout behind her, and the second voice swore. There was a noise behind her like a rhinoceros crashing through thorn scrub. It was getting closer. She wasn't fast enough! Filling her lungs, she screamed, but just as her shriek sounded, the fireworks picked that moment to resume. Something enormous bowled into her, and she crashed to the ground. She heard the thump of her head striking the dirt before she felt the pain. A terrible weight pressed into the small of her back - a knee - and the stink of foul breath and alcohol washed across her face. +"Think you so smart, huh, girly?" the assailant grunted. +Cassie groped through the leaves for anything she could use as a weapon, and her hand landed on a rock the size of her fist. Her fingers scrabbled to pull it out of the dirt, but before she could get a grip, the knee lifted, and she was hauled to her feet. She hadn't managed to pick up the stone, but something else happened. The strange pulsing in her head was back, but she was in tune with it this time. It echoed to her heartbeat. +The array of possibilities she had seen earlier unfolded before her again, and in her mind, she could see what would happen next. The brute would spin her around and swipe at her head with a beefy hand. She could almost feel the blow before it happened, see prickles of light as her vision narrowed, so she ducked aside. Next, he would lunge forward and bear her to the ground again, and she saw more choices. She could roll away, but that would only earn her a few seconds. She could swing her knee up, right into where his face would be, but something told her she would dislocate her patella and be unable to escape. Cassie was also more aware of her surroundings, and knew there would be a sharp stick two feet to the left. Possibilities swirled faster, and she instinctively knew exactly where to reach, exactly how to brace the stick as the attacker leapt. She chose the possibility in which the stick was in the perfect position, and let *that* one happen. He grunted as it skewered him, then thudded to the ground, groaning and clutching his belly. +As the pulsations in her head swelled, Cassie could see not only what *could* happen, but what *might have* happened. She could picture how she would be unconscious on the ground if she had landed a few inches to the right and fractured her skull on an exposed root. She could dimly see a possible reality where she was back at the bonfire, kissing a bewildered Mark. In every ghostly world that drifted before her however, she could see a girl in the woods attacked and fatally wounded. In most of them, Cassie herself was unaware of the crime, but in one that seemed particularly tangible, she saw herself running away, leaving the other girl to die. +The urge to flee was powerful, but actually seeing herself abandoning someone to their death crushed the temptation, and filled her with determination and rage. She stepped up to the man on the ground. In the flash of a particularly bright firework, she saw his face contorted with pain, but she didn't allow herself to hesitate. With all her strength, she stomped on his neck. There was a wet crunch. She couldn't hear the sound over the fireworks, but she felt it through her boot. The sensation both disgusted and thrilled her. The man's face slackened, and his limbs flopped to the ground. + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/5-The_fight_and_rescue_-light_version-.md b/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/5-The_fight_and_rescue_-light_version-.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8aa2196 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/5-The_fight_and_rescue_-light_version-.md @@ -0,0 +1,29 @@ +title: The fight and rescue (light version) +ID: 27 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 3 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 4229 + + +Cassie hoped she wouldn't be too late to help. She hurried back to where the girl had been and, as she rounded the holly bush, saw the other man holding her to his chest, left hand over her mouth. In his right hand, he held a flick-knife. Cassie recognised the girl as Cecilia Whethers, a classmate she had never really spoken to. Cecilia's hair was tangled and her eyes terrified. +"Let her go!" Cassie commanded. +"Where's Gazza?" the man demanded, ignoring her. +"Let her go!" she repeated. +"Where is he?" he demanded again. "What you done to him, bitch? Tell me or I shank your friend!" +Cassie didn't reply. The thrumming in her head was slowing, and she couldn't see as many possibilities surrounding her as she had moments ago. In the few she *could* see, the only one in which the man *wouldn't* stab Cecilia was the one in which she charged at him, so that was the one she chose. She ran forward, and he threw Cecilia aside, slashing at Cassie. Cassie could barely see in the darkness, and the thrumming had faded, so the cut took her by surprise. She felt a sharp line of pain across her face and was stunned for a long second. +Blood filled her right eye and she staggered back. The man slashed again with his knife, and she put her hand up to block the blade. It bit into the flesh of her thumb, stopped only by her ring. She pulled her hand back, and the knife came with it, a serration on its blade caught on the haematite. Dizzying pain buckled her knees and she fell to the ground. She clutched her right hand to her chest, overcome by a wave of fatigue and disappointment at her own stupidity. The knife was stuck in the flesh of her thumb, caught between ring and bone. +The man's shape loomed over her, just a silhouette in the darkness. The fireworks had stopped and drunken cheers filtered through the trees. She gripped the knife by the hilt and, knowing it was an incredibly foolish thing to do, yanked it out. She expected the resulting pain to be blinding, but it never came. For some indecipherable reason, the throbbing in her head had returned, and clarity blossomed. She threw the knife at the shadow with her left hand. Possibilities multiplied and whirled. She saw the knife fly away into the darkness, or bounce off the man's head, or cut him in a hundred different ways. In one possible reality, it flew true and lodged in his eye. Without knowing how she did it, she chose that one. The blade thunked perfectly into the shape above her, and the shape froze, just for a second, then crumpled to the ground beside her, motionless. +Cecilia Whethers was kneeling a few feet away, eyes even wider than they had been when she had been held captive. In some realities, she was running away screaming, but in Cassie's reality she just mouthed silent questions. Cassie stood up. Her face and hand were aching, throbbing in time with the pulsing in her head, and she realised what this would look like to anyone who arrived. There were two corpses in the woods - one with a knife covered in her bloody fingerprints in its eye socket, the other with her boot print on its broken neck. On top of all that, she was bleeding badly. It wasn't fair! +The more she thought about her situation, the worse she realised it was. She had done the right thing, but how could she explain the blood, the bodies? One of those alien possibilities swam into focus, and she looked *into* it as a disembodied observer. With disgust, she saw another Cassie, hitting her head against a tree like a toddler throwing a tantrum, while, fifty yards away, Cecilia Whethers was on the ground, beaten and bleeding, her last agonising minutes slipping away. Incandescent fury clenched Cassie's gut, melding with her disgust, and she *threw* everything at that other Cassandra. +She had no idea what she'd done or how she's done it. The disgust, anger, fear and pain were gone. Her injuries were gone too, no hint of a cut on her hand or face, and the throbbing was gone from her head. Cassie felt drained, squeezed dry of emotion and energy, so she leant against a tree and slid to the ground. Cecilia's petrified face peeked into her field of vision, and Cassie let her mind go blank, except for a tiny part of it that wondered where her ring had gone. + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/folder.txt b/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5fceff2 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/2-Chapter_3/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +title: Chapter 3 +ID: 23 +type: folder +summarySentence:Strangers +label: 3 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 5000 +charCount: 35132 + + diff --git a/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/0-Fly-s_causality_bridge.md b/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/0-Fly-s_causality_bridge.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8891d7f --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/0-Fly-s_causality_bridge.md @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +title: Fly's causality bridge +ID: 24 +type: md +summarySentence:Explain causality bridge +POV: 3 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 +charCount: 4817 + + +Fly sat in a tree. She liked trees. Being surrounded by leaves was calming. She plucked a 3Fall cartridge from her pocket out of habit, but the verdant aura of the tree was so pleasant that she didn't feel the need to breath in a dose. Today, Fly was a leopard, crouching in the branches, waiting for her prey. She leant back against the trunk, her polyform coat shifting hue to match the bark. Her thoughts drifted back to her most recent kill - Warlock's little Kjarnaki plaything. +Chronoshrythers were taught that you couldn't use a living thing as an anchor. Anchors needed to chronostable, and that meant they had to be solid and old. Their substance needed to be regular and unchanging in both time and space. Stone was best - the crystalline structure of rock remains stationary for millions of years. The older the crystal, the more chronocharge it can hold. Organisms, especially chronosensitive ones like humans, were too unstable - the chronocharge within them won't hold the imprint of another timeline. Unless, of course, you're Fly - she had discovered that an anchor didn't have to be physical. +The anchor into Warlock's sanctum had been the Kjarnaki whore's own memories. Fly had had to split her consciousness, one half following the girl's timestream back through the twelve of the girl's owndays it had been since Fly had chased her away from Warlock's bedroom, the other half staying in T5056 to hold the bridge open, pouring chronocharge into the girl's weakening body. Every time Fly had altered the girl's past in Warlock's sanctuary on the other side of the bridge, the timeline had forked, and Fly had had to use her own store of chronocharge to force back it into coherence. That was why she called it a *causality* bridge. Every action the girl had taken, every decision she had made, could have resulted in a paradox, which would have broken the bridge and killed the version of Fly on the inside. +Conversely, the more she had frightened the girl while on the inside, the stronger the memory had been, and therefore, the stronger the bridge. It bent Fly's brain when she tried to assemble the logic of it. All she really needed to know was that she *could* do it. +Warlock's penthouse in T9557 had been a false trail. She had spent own*weeks* trying to locate Warlock, and had finally tracked down the whore. The quartz she had used to shrythe out of Warlock's world had shattered as soon as she'd arrived back in a known timeline. It had been a one-way key - Warlock had taken no chances. +Fly still hadn't managed to discover why he was in hiding. She had heard rumours that he had run afoul of the Black Ribbon, but wasn't sure if she believed them. Black Ribbon had been in control of the Wei Long timepool for centuries, and were arguably the most powerful skrifter clan in the T3. Most of Warlock's business came from the Black Ribbon, as did Fly's, and he was too cautious to anger them without good reason. +Warlock hadn't been able to work his wizardry on the leecher. Or rather, hadn't been willing to. When she'd asked him if the name 'Banks' meant anything to him, he'd brushed it off so smoothly that anyone who didn't know him as well as Fly herself did wouldn't have noticed - a minute flicker in his chronocharge had given him away before he could master himself. +Fly's tree was in an unregistered timeline - one not linked to the Ten Thousand by Croncore - but it was connected to the T3 by numerous pirate portals, and her dataterm could detect a torrent of comms through independent timeline interlinks. She had traced her current prey - a skrifter boss and cyberneticist known as 'the Surgeon' - to the mansion beside her tree. He would be leaving the building and passing directly under her tree in a few minutes - she had observed it in several possible futures. She wasn't interested in who he was or why one of the Black Ribbon factions wanted him dead, but she had been promised information as payment for his head. +The heavy door opened silently, and a fat man in a white silken faux labcoat stepped out, flanked by two bodyguards. Fly ground her teeth and swore quietly - they hadn't been there when she had looked into the future. The Surgeon must be more chronosensitive that she'd assumed, if he'd been able to sense Fly's snooping. He had sensed that a chronoshryther had would have observed him in the futures, and had prepared. She watched the bodyguards, noting by their unnatural gait that they were some of the Surgeon's creations. She wondered how much of them was still meat beneath all that armour, whether they would bleed, and what colour the blood might be. +Fly realised that she was giggling softly. That wasn't very stealthy. She reached into herself to draw upon her store of chronocharge, and the world swirled and blurred as she pounced from the tree. diff --git a/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/1-Cassie_tries_to_catch_Jack-s_attention.md b/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/1-Cassie_tries_to_catch_Jack-s_attention.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..13fab19 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/1-Cassie_tries_to_catch_Jack-s_attention.md @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +title: Cassie tries to catch Jack's attention +ID: 30 +type: md +summaryFull: Cassie tries to summon the madness, + Felicity has a vision of Cassie +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 +charCount: 2039 + + +"I still think this is a bad idea, Ce," Cassie muttered as she and Cece sat on a bench in the town's high street. +"No you don't, Cass." +"It goes against my instincts. I've spent my life trying to hold it in, you know? Suppress it. I don't know if I can just start doing... *it*. Maybe if I feel like I'm in danger?" +"I could try to kill you," Cece suggested. +Cassie chuckled. "I said I'd have to feel like I'm in *danger*, Ce." +"I'm not dangerous then?" +"Not unless we consider your cooking." +Cece gave Cassie an indignant shove. "What about the ring, then? That's got to have something to do with it." +"I don't know if I should," Cassie mumbled, stuffing her hand further into her pocket. +Cece made an expression with her forehead that Cassie had no trouble interpreting. It created a little crease above her left eye, and it meant she had read Cassie's mind. Cassie had no idea how her friend did it, but Cece was a human lie detector - at least with Cassie. "Spill," she commanded. +"Spill what, Ce?" Cassie said innocently, staring at her lap. +Cece didn't back down. "Spill," she repeated, holding out her hand. "Let me see." +Cassie fumbled at the ring, trying to keep her right hand hidden, but Cece grabbed her wrist and pulled. For a moment Cassie hoped that Cece wouldn't notice the changes to her thumb, but her friend was in detective mode. +Within a second, Cece froze. Her eyes were huge, and she was mouthing "Oh my God." She ran a finger along the scar. +"Cass," Cece gulped, then plastered a serious expression on her face and tried again. "Cassie. Is there anything you may have neglected to mention to me?" Cassie looked away, but Cece caught her face and turned it towards her. "Remember, Cass, I *know*. I'm on your side. You don't need to hide anything from me." +Cassie sighed. "Alright, I'll explain. I don't really know where to start. But not here, Ce. We have to go somewhere more private." +"Yes," Cece agreed. "Freddo's Gelato? I sense this is a Cassie-plus-ice-cream thing." +Cassie smiled. "A Cassie-plus-*lots*-of-ice-cream thing." + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/2-Cassie_tells_Cece_about_Felicity.md b/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/2-Cassie_tells_Cece_about_Felicity.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ddac0e4 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/2-Cassie_tells_Cece_about_Felicity.md @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +title: Cassie tells Cece about Felicity +ID: 32 +type: md +POV: 0 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 +charCount: 3145 + + +"And then I woke up and puked. Barely made it to the bathroom," Cassie finished, swallowing another mouthful of double chocolate fudge something or other. "That's when I noticed my thumb." +"*Her* thumb," Cece corrected, eying the offending digit. It was holding the ice-cream spoon the way it always had. +"No, *my* thumb," Cassie replied. "It's hard to explain. It feels different, but at the same time, it's part of me." +"But *you're* not Felicity, Cass," Cece continued. "She isn't real. Strange scar or not, you never left the flat." +Cassie frowned. She had a theory about Felicity, but wasn't sure if she was ready to share it, even though she trusted Cece more than anyone. She suspected that Cece might have reached a similar conclusion, so she decided to ask. "Hypothesis?" +"Well..." Cece began. There was a journalistic spark in her eyes. "The night of the party. You were..." she trailed off as she saw Cassie cringe away, and put a sisterly arm around her shoulders. "On the night of the party, when you rescued me, you were slashed on your thumb. You... made your wounds vanish. I remember, Cass. They disappeared. They didn't heal, they were just gone. Now that the ring has returned, it seems like the scar followed it." +Cassie felt a breeze of relief. Cece had figured out half of it. Perhaps she would have more time to ponder. She could tell Cece tomorrow, at home. The relief shrivelled away, however, as Cece leant right in and whispered. "But the body. You... you killed him Cass." She gripped Cassie's shoulder to stop her pulling away. "No, don't say anything - I'm glad you did. But you made the body disappear too. I saw it vanish from the ground." +"You think the bodies might come back too?" Cassie hissed. Her face and armpits prickled with adrenaline. She glanced around the café, picturing corpses popping out of thin air, but then remembered what she had puzzled out. If she was right, the bodies wouldn't appear. +"Bod*ies*?" Cece gasped. "You *did* kill the other one! How? No, don't tell me here." +Cassie mentally kicked herself. It was bad enough that Cece had known her 'little witch' had committed homicide, and kept it secret for five years, but she has known, or at least suspected, that it had been a double homicide. To add to her mood, her head had started to thrum. "It's starting, Ce." +"The... *it*?" +"Yes. And no, I'm not going to make a scene now. Gilligan, if that's really his name, can find me another day." +The thrumming intensified, and Cassie felt a strange surge of anger mixing with the inevitable fear. She squeezed her eyes and rubbed her temples. +"Cassie, it's okay," Cece whispered. "Let's go home. There's more ice cream there." +The sound of Cece's voice stirred something vile inside Cassie, and she looked up. The vibrations in her head deepened, and as she looked into her dearest friend's eyes, a surge of hatred and rage more violent than anything she had ever experienced flooded her. It wasn't her emotion, she was absolutely certain. Not only had Cece done nothing to trigger it, but Cassie knew that she herself was utterly incapable of such hatred. +The world swam, and the gelateria faded away. + diff --git a/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/3-Mei_and_Addy_meet_Jack.md b/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/3-Mei_and_Addy_meet_Jack.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b4fdeb6 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/3-Mei_and_Addy_meet_Jack.md @@ -0,0 +1,41 @@ +title: Mei and Addy meet Jack +ID: 146 +type: md +POV: 1 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 +charCount: 3710 + + +Jack looked down on the high street from a second-storey window. He had a good view of the town, and the ice-cream shop Cassandra Caylitch had just entered with her friend was directly across from him. +He had chosen this flat for its view of Cassandra's daily walk to the station. According to Mei, they were paying way more than the asking rent, but that didn't matter. His dataterm could now manipulate this world's banking systems, essentially making him infinitely wealthy. He smiled as he thought about the small plastic rectangle in his pocket - Platinum Executive Plus, it called itself. +"Captain, are you listening to me?" Mei barked. She and Addy sat at an expensive walnut dining table. Mei glanced disapprovingly at the polished wood, and Addy had one foot resting on it. +Jack replayed their conversation in his head. He'd missed a bit, so he started to precall the conversation, but Mei blocked him. Her eyes blurred as she willed him back to the present. +"That's a no, then," she snapped. "I said we've been watching the girl for weeks, and there's been no sign of the Fly. Either she's lost the ability to re-enter this timeline, or she knows we're waiting for her." +Jack tried to think of a witty way to brush Mei's concerns away, but Addy spoke before he could come up with something. +"Perhaps Banks was wrong, Jack. Maybe Cassandra Caylich isn't the key to stopping that *p'terato*. Maybe we should hand this one to Special Juris." +Jack opened his mouth to protest, but Addy anticipated his reply. +"Yes, yes, we all gave him our word that we would finish this for him. But we're still Cosantori Aeturnix. Our primary duty is to the law." +"Firstly," Jack replied, "Banks was right, and you know it. We all owe him our lives many times over. Secondly, if the Fly knew we were here, *we* would know that she knew. She would make sure of that. Thirdly, Cassandra..." +"...is pretty," Addy interrupted again. Mei snorted. +"I was not going to say that." +"No, you were going to say something about her untrained yet remarkable chronoshrything abilities." +"Her abilities *are* remarkable." +"That's not important right now, Captain," Mei interjected. "They won't do her any good if she's dead. More importantly, they won't do us much good if she doesn't lead us to anything. And she's not that pretty." +"Honestly, Mei..." Jack began, but his words vanished. Deep pulses shook the back of his head. Addy and Mei rushed to the window beside him. +"What on Earth?" Mei hissed. +The sensation was coming from Freddo's Gelateria. Whatever Cassandra was doing, or whatever was happening to her was immense. The fact that they could sense a chronoshift from this distance was astounding, and the tone of the vibration was deeper than any he had ever sensed. Instead of a flutter or a hum, it was a heaving swell, like a storm surge beneath a dinghy. His stomach churned. Mei choked back a wretch, and even Addy gulped. +"It's not the Fly," Jack muttered, focussing his senses on the disturbance. "That doesn't feel like a fight, whatever it is." +"Doesn't mean it isn't her," Addy pointed out, checking his pistol. "Tactics, Captain? Chrono, full charge or incog?" +"Myself and Mei incog from the street. You go long chrono, but stay invisible unless we're in trouble." +Addy nodded, eyes blurring as he vanished an hour into the past. Jack hoped the Fly wouldn't have sensed that, but if anyone could shrythe undetectably, it was Addy. +In unison, Jack and Mei checked their own pistols - dim blue lights on the stock indicated full magazines. The chronodampening rounds - known commonly as 'leechers' - were activated, giving the grip a cold, ghostly feeling that he nevertheless found reassuring. +Wordlessly, they headed for the street. + + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/4-Cassie_sees_Felicity-s_memory_of_the_trial.md b/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/4-Cassie_sees_Felicity-s_memory_of_the_trial.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3ec6455 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/4-Cassie_sees_Felicity-s_memory_of_the_trial.md @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +title: Cassie sees Felicity's memory of the trial +ID: 32 +type: md +summaryFull: In the gelateria, Felicity "possesses" Cassie +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 5076 + + +She was in a courtroom. There were cold iron shackles on her wrists and ankles, and her polyester jumpsuit itched. She felt ragged inside, drained of emotion, as if she had been crying and raging until nothing was left. But into the emptiness seeped a darker emotion. Hatred and betrayal billowed as she watched a younger version of Cece walk up to the witness stand. She felt herself glare at her friend as she perched on her chair to be sworn in. She was utterly confused. What had happened to the ice-cream parlour? Was she dreaming? Hallucinating? The courtroom was vividly real. +Cassie could feel her body elsewhere at the same time - lying on a lumpy mattress with her eyes closed. Although the experience felt more like a memory than a dream, she had certainly never had anything like this happen to her. +Cassie felt herself tensing to stand up and scream at Cece as she was sworn in, but the clinking of her manacles alerted the beefy policewoman beside her, who firmly pushed Cassie back into her seat. She tried to separate herself from the false memory and open her real eyes, but their lids wouldn't obey her. +"We have established that on the night in question, the first victim was impaled on a tree branch, and a boot print matching the defendant's was found on his neck," said a bespectacled man whose wig identified him as the crown prosecutor. "However, many details are as yet unclear regarding the second victim." Cassie hadn't noticed him stand, but in the way of dreams and memories, he was mid-speech. +"At the time I took the video, um, I..." Cece hesitated, answering a question from the prosecutor that Cassie had missed. Cece cleared her throat. "When I took the video in exhibit four, I was following the second victim. I had observed him selling something to some kids at the party, and I wanted to gather proof that he was dealing drugs." +"So you decided to follow him on your own?" The prosecutor asked +"Yes," replied Cece, fidgeting. +"And 3 minutes, 42 second into your video, you saw the defendant throw a knife into the victim's eye, killing him instantly?" the prosecutor continued. +Cassie watched the teenage version of her best friend hesitate, then glance towards her, and, as their eyes met, a vicious spear of rage burned through her. She was definitely in Felicity's head again. This was Felicity's memory. She felt a chuckle rising in her - no, Felicity's - throat, and Felicity's eyelids opened enough for Cassie to see a grimy ceiling. Smug triumph flowed along the strange link between them. They were in the grimy bedroom she recognised from her previous vision, the curtains drawn and lights off. Felicity closed her eyes, then delved back into her memory of trial, dragging Cassie with her. +Back in the memory, Cece was looking down at her lap in fear. The prosecutor repeated his question. "Miss Whethers, did you see the defendant throw the knife into the victim's eye?" +Cece took in a deep breath and looked up with a defiant tilt of her chin that brought forth a spark of fondness in Cassie; a spark almost bright enough to cut through Felicity's rage. "No, I did not see Cassandra Caylich." +"But she could have been concealed nearby?" the barrister prodded. "Behind the fence we saw at 3 minutes, 20 seconds?" +"I did not see her at all that night." +The prosecutor's tone sweetened. "But you could have missed her, right? Nobody expects you to have noticed everything. In fact, I'm impressed with how much you did remember, Miss Whethers." +Cece blushed and whispered what could have been a "thank you." Cassie was again struck with how young Cece looked in this memory. +"So she could have been nearby?" +"Um," Cece faltered, "I suppose she could have." +"No!" shrieked the young Cassie, her manacles rattling. "He's manipulating you! You *know* I didn't!" +The magistrate whacked the gavel, shouting something inaudible as the neanderthal of a policewoman wrestled her back to her seat. She howled, straining against the brawny arms, the shackles, and the cruel injustice of it. +Something snapped, and Cassie was back in the present, in her own head, staring at a puddle of vomit on a tiled floor. She was back in Freddo's gelateria, on her hands and knees, Cece holding her hair. She felt the urge to strangle Cece, her hand shooting for her friend's throat before she could stop it, but she overbalanced before it could get a chokehold. Feeling Felicity's hatred swirling within her own chest made her feel unclean. Violated. +The poisonous emotion heaved her stomach again, and more ice-cream emptied onto the floor. A detached part of her mind noticed that it was still cold on the way back up. "Ce...," she coughed. "Cece! I'm so sorry!" +Her friend shushed her. "Let's get you home. Don't say anything." +"It was..." +"Felicity," Cece finished, pointing to Cassie's hand. "I know. I saw it happen this time." +Puzzled, Cassie looked at her hand, then recoiled. Her index finger had a black-painted nail, and part of a tattoo was visible on the knuckle. The scar stretched past her ring now, down the base of her thumb and ending just before her wrist. + + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/5-Cassie_confronts_Addy_in_the_gelateria.md b/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/5-Cassie_confronts_Addy_in_the_gelateria.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..474a23f --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/5-Cassie_confronts_Addy_in_the_gelateria.md @@ -0,0 +1,39 @@ +title: Cassie confronts Addy in the gelateria +ID: 194 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 4153 + + +Cece pulled Cassie up and steered her back to her seat. She glared around the café, daring the other customers to say anything. There was a mother hurrying two gawking children through the door, and a man in a shabby coat who appeared to be asleep in another booth. Cassie hadn't noticed him come in. +"I'm taking you home, Cass," she said. "And I think you should call your mum." +"No," Cassie groaned. "You know what she's like." +Cece passed Cassie a paper napkin. She wiped her chin and frowned. Something still felt strange. The familiar feeling of madness had faded, but there was something else going on. There was a flickering pulse in the back of her head, similar to the madness, but distinct and separate. She concentrated on it, unsure if she was imagining it. +"Cass?" Cece asked, putting a hand on her arm. "Is it coming back?" +"No, this is different," she replied. "Hang on a minute." +The sensation was gone, but as she focussed on the memory, she felt... something. It was like the echo of an echo, or the memory of a smell. She concentrated, teeth clenched, until a sudden rush of clarity filled her. The sensation was coming from the opposite booth. She saw the shabby man feigning sleep, but at the same time another version of him was sidling into the shop. The phantom copy looked just as real as the man, but instinct told her that it had happened more than half an hour ago. +Cassie heard Cece wince, and realized that she was gripping her friend's hand so hard that her knuckles were white. +"He's one of them!" she hissed, releasing Cece's hand and jabbing a finger at the doppelgänger. It slid into the booth and *merged* with the stranger. Cassie backed up into her seat, pulse pounding, but Cece stood to confront him. +Cassie tried to pull her back to her seat, but Cece was always too bold for her own good. Like the teenaged version of her friend she had just seen following the drug dealers in Felicity's memory, her own Cecilia Whethers was putting her principles before her safely. +"No!" she squeaked. "You don't know how dangerous they are!" +Cece ignored her, and the stranger looked up. Cassie knew what she would see, but it sent a thrill of fear through her nonetheless. His eyes were blurred smudges. Cece didn't seem to notice, or perhaps only Cassie herself could see it. +Cassie realized that she was spinning her ring around her thumb with her new black-nailed index finger. Odd, yet significant. The gesture gave her a sense of strength. She was in control now. The stranger split into three - one stayed seated, one dashed for the door, and the other... the other one flickered. Cassie focussed on the third one and, as she did so, felt something push back against her mind. She gritted her teeth and concentrated. The thrumming in her head strengthened. Something gave way and the man's eyes unblurred. Possibilities collapsed and only the seated version remained. He looked stunned for half a second, then recovered his composure. He drooped his eyelids and affected a slightly stoned smile. +"Can I help you ladies?" he asked. Cassie couldn't place his accent. "Are you unwell, Miss?" +Cece opened her mouth to accuse him of something, but, for the first time Cassie could remember, couldn't think of anything to say. Cassie could, however. +"I'm assuming you're an associate of Jack Gilligan," she stated dryly. +"Who?" he asked. His look of confusion was so convincing that she almost apologized to him, but caught herself and stared at him. The pulsing in her mind returned for an instant, and his eyes flickered with a hint of the blurred nothingness. He maintained the dopey hobo façade for another second, then let a grin split his face. +"Ha!" he barked, slapping the table, startling Cece. "Ha! He was right about you, Miss Caylich. You are something special!" +"What is that supposed to mean?" Cassie snapped. "And who are you?" +Still chuckling, the man stood up and bobbed a peculiar bow, touching his right hand to his chest. "Addy d'Eagle." +Cassie frowned for a moment before realizing that he had spoken his name. +Addy d'Eagle donned a sleek pair of glasses. One of the lenses darkened briefly, and he said "False alarm, Jack." + + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/folder.txt b/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..abc1617 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/3-Chapter_4/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +title: Chapter 4 +ID: 28 +type: folder +summarySentence:Others +label: 3 +status: 2 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 5000 +charCount: 22940 + + diff --git a/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/0-Jack_and_Mei_meet_Cassie_and_Cece.md b/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/0-Jack_and_Mei_meet_Cassie_and_Cece.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..74bf7ea --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/0-Jack_and_Mei_meet_Cassie_and_Cece.md @@ -0,0 +1,55 @@ +title: Jack and Mei meet Cassie and Cece +ID: 177 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 5816 + + +The door to the café opened with a chime, and Jack Gilligan sauntered in. He nodded at the man called Addy d'Eagle and gave Cassie an insufferable smile at which Addy shook his head, tutting. +Jack was followed in by a tall woman in a severe business suit and sunglasses. Even though Cassie could not see the woman's eyes, she felt a disapproving stare. The woman pointedly ignored the puddle of sick on the floor. +Cece shuffled backwards, her bravado overcome by the strangeness of it all now that Cassie was taking charge. In the corner of her vision, Cassie saw her staring at Jack Gilligan and twirling a lock of her hair. That caused a little flush of irritation at Cece which was, however, quickly washed away by anger at the man who called himself *agent* Jack Gilligan. +"Good afternoon, Miss Caylich," he greeted her. +Cassie opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't think of anything polite to say. +"No, you're not insane," he said, dropping the formality with a grin. "Secondly, yes I know what's happening to you. Thirdly, no I'm not a policeman. Well, not exactly, but I'll get to that. Fourthly, yes you are still in danger. And finally, I sincerely apologise for tranquilising you." +"Apology not accepted. And don't act like you know what questions I was going to ask you." +"What would you like to know first then, Miss Caylich?" +"What are you? What am *I*? I'd have thought that would be obvious" +"What are we?" Jack said, sweeping his arms theatrically. "We, Miss Caylich, are time travellers." +Cassie whipped her gaze around the café, alarmed that the words 'time travellers' had been spoken aloud, but the family was gone. Cece nodded slightly, a thin smile on her face. +She felt a thrumming again, and this time she located it immediately - it was coming from the tall woman in the suit. The woman flickered forwards, hand darting to Cece's shoulder, and the two of them vanished before Cece could cry out. +Cassie tried to repeat what she had done to Addy d'Eagle, but her mind wouldn't focus. She spun towards Jack Gilligan, fists raised. He was holding a mobile phone towards her - *Cassie's* phone. She hadn't felt him take it from her pocket. +"Just a moment," he said, holding up the index finger of his other hand with a theatricality that made her teeth grind. Before she could slap him, the phone rang, Cece's smiling avatar on screen. +Cassie snatched it from him and answered. "Ce? Are you ok? What did she do to you?" +"I'm fine Cass," Cece replied. "I'm at the flat." Cassie felt a swell of relief to hear her friend's voice, quickly followed by bewilderment. +"How?" +"I'm... well, I'm not sure really. That woman sort of zapped me here, then straight up vanished. Are *you* ok, Cass?" +"I'm fine, I think. I'm angry. I'll talk when I get home." +"Gotcha," replied Cece, hanging up. +Cassie pocketed her phone and rounded on Jack Gilligan. +"She is unharmed, Miss Caylich, I assure you." +"She had bloody well better be, Gilligan. Second question," she snapped, "What the hell is that Fly woman? When you lied about her in the hospital, I *sensed* you were about to say 'in the known timelines', even you actually said 'the world'. What does that even mean? And how did I know that?" +"You sensed that?" he asked, eyebrows pulling together. +Addy d'Eagle chuckled. "Don't try prepeating on this one, Jack. She pulled *me* out of my long chrono, and I was more than an ownhour out." +Gilligan's mouth dropped open for half a second before flashing into a crooked grin. "You *are* strong, Miss Caylich." +Unable to hold in her frustration, Cassie let out a growl that rose to a shriek. She picked up an empty ice-cream bowl from her table, hands shaking as she resisted the urge to throw it to the floor. +"Stop spamming me with those nonsense words," she demanded. "I asked you who this Fly is, or *what* she is." +"She is..." he started, then trailed off. He had a new expression on his face that she thought might be uncertainty. "Well, I didn't lie entirely. She is from the same timescape... the same *universe* as me, one could say, and she is probably the most dangerous individual in existence. And I am unfamiliar with the term 'spam'." +"It means that you're still not making any sense to me," Cassie said, although something *did* make sense now. Could he be talking about parallel universes? That would explain Felicity. +"Why don't we start by sitting down, Miss Caylich?" he suggested. "I too am quite fond of ice-cream." +"Not bloody likely," Cassie said. She put the empty bowl back on the table, now that the desire to smash it had subsided, and looked around the shop. She doubted she could eat here again without the remembering being Felicity at her murder trial. +"Suit yourself," he said, settling himself on Cece's vacated seat. +Cassie refused to sit, glaring at him. A waitress entered from a back room, carrying a mop and bucket. Cassie remained on her feet for several seconds, trying to decide whether sitting or standing would feel more like losing whatever mind-game he was playing with her. In the end, she sat. +"Well?" she prompted. "Why don't we start with what you did to my friend." +"Cosantor Hwen - the woman in the suit - travelled a few minutes pastwards while touching her, bifurcating the timeline. She then reintegrated back into this timeline, your friend in tow." +"What did I say about word spam?" +"I was explaining, like you asked, Miss Caylich." +"Then start with something that makes sense." +"Very well," he sighed, leaning back in his seat. "What do you know about time travel." +"Besides being impossible, it violates causality." +"No and yes," he chuckled. "It is possible, and it preserves causality. One cannot change one's own past. When one travels pastwards, the timeline bifurcates. That is, it splits into two separate realities." +"And you can see both realities?" Cassie guessed. +"Correct," he said diff --git a/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/1--put_a_Fly_scene_here-.md b/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/1--put_a_Fly_scene_here-.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..72d07ee --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/1--put_a_Fly_scene_here-.md @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +title: *put a Fly scene here* +ID: 232 +type: md +POV: 3 +label: 4 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 500 +charCount: 114 + + +``` +Fly stared into the eyes she hated most in the universe. The eyes stared back, burning with an equal hatred. +``` \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/2-Jack_teaches_Cassie_to_Chronoshrythe.md b/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/2-Jack_teaches_Cassie_to_Chronoshrythe.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b1c29e3 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/2-Jack_teaches_Cassie_to_Chronoshrythe.md @@ -0,0 +1,69 @@ +title: Jack teaches Cassie to Chronoshrythe +ID: 123 +type: md +POV: 0 +notes: Explains why she can't/shouldn't kill Hitler + Explains why she can't win Lottery or craps + Explains how a shryther can win at poker or blackjack + +label: 6 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +setGoal: 1500 +charCount: 7289 + + +Cassie threw a stone at the river. It skipped once, then splooshed into the murky depths, startling a pair of ducks. "So you're teaching me to time travel? And hop between parallel universes too?" she said drily. +"Yes and no," Jack replied. "Mostly yes. We call it chronoshrything." +"Chronoshrything?" Cassie repeated. "That sounds strange. *Shrythe*. So you shrythed Cece back to the flat?" +"Shrothe," he corrected. "Shrythe, shrothe, shrything, shrythen. It's derived from an Old English word." +"So is 'shit'," Cassie added. "It comes from the Old English word *scyte*. Perhaps the words are related? They sound similar, and you're full of both." +Jack ignored her linguistic wit. Instead, he threw a stone at the river, and it skipped all the way to the other side. Cassie lost count after twelve splashes. +"Cheat!" she announced, rubbing her head. "I sensed something. What did you do?" +"Nothing." +"Liar," Cassie declared. She focussed on the vibrations in her head, and concentrated on the ripples in the water. She thought she could figure out what he had done. There was a twitch in her mind, and the circles shrank, rippling closed into splashes, then to smooth water as the stone skipped *back* towards them. She felt a resistance in her mind, and the stone split into a dozen, each splashing in different directions, most of them not skipping more than two or three times. She looked over at Jack, and her heart jumped. His eyes! The realities collapsed into one, and she stepped away from him. +"Relax, Miss Caylitch," he soothed, his eyes unblurring. "That was... very well done." He rubbed *his* head. "I didn't expect that." +"Did I just do it?" Cassie asked. "Did I... time travel?" +"You shrothe, yes," he explained. "Specifically, I had reversed my timestream several times, and you undid it by reintegrating me into your own timestream." +"I understood about zero percent of what you just said," Cassie replied. "I saw that you kept sort of... doubling back? Retrying your throw until you made your stone skip." +"Then you undid all of my hard work." +What's that eye-warping thing?" she demanded. "It creeps the hell out of me." +"Resonance," he replied. "We each react to what the other is *going* to do. You see each movement I could make, and I see each reaction you could make in response to each of *my* reactions. The possibilities multiply so quickly when we try to track each other's gazes that our brains just edit each other's eyes out of the picture." +"So you saw my eyes blur too?" Cassie inquired. +"Distinctly." +So her own eyes also became empty patches of nothingness? That was both comforting and disquieting at the same time. She looked back at the water, trying to decide what to ask next. The ducks swam past, slowing down to see if she had bread. +"Does that mean I can..." she started, but Jack smirked and shook his head. +"You don't know what I was going to ask," she objected. +"Yes and no." +Cassie frowned. "You didn't... *forsee* what I was going to ask either." +"I don't need to. I know you're going to ask whether you can go back in time and change something. You want to undo part of history because you want to fix the world." +"I was going to ask why you haven't killed Hitler" +Jack looked at her blankly. +"Seriously? Have you not at least considered going back in time and killing Hitler?" +His face remained motionless, but Cassie noticed his hand making quick, nonsensical movements. His eyes were flickering, but it wasn't resonance. Faint shadows were flashing across his irises. +"What are you..." she began, but realised what was happening. He was wearing the same kind of video device as Addy d'Eagle's glasses, except this one was in the form of contact lenses, and he was controlling it by gesture. She wanted one of those. +He barked a short laugh. "Yes, I can see why you'd want to kill him. He appears to be the perfect villain in every way." +"Wait, you've never heard of Hitler? Aren't you from the future?" +"Again, yes and no." +Cassie frowned at that. She didn't ask him to explain, because she sensed another dose of his smugness on the way. A leap of logic saved her from the indignity, however. +"Unless..." she hypothesised, "your... *timeline* diverged from this one before World War Two?" +"1840," he replied, tilting his head and smiling. "Very astute, Miss Caylich. Yes, as far as I can determine, this timeline diverged from my birthline in the reign of Queen Victoria." +"That explains your accent then," she said. "Victorian schoolboy." +"Annian," he corrected. "I was born in the reign of Empress Anne, who succeeded Victoria in *my* Britain." He looked away, expression darkening. "And not a schoolboy." +Cassie thought she was getting the hang of reading him. When people broke eye contact like that, it usually meant she had said something inappropriate. She would normally change the subject at this point, but she felt like needling him a little. +"Not a schoolboy? Did you drop out of Eton then? Or perhaps you had a governess?" +She sensed him shrythe. The vibrations in the back of her mind were getting easier to understand. For a moment she had a faint impression that there were dozens of him; some snapping angrily, other replying with witty retorts. +"Don't," she commanded, concentrating on the Jack Gilligan before her. She felt something resisting her will, and the vibrations intensified. It was getting harder to maintain her focus. Her mental stamina ran out, and the thrumming stopped. He vanished, and one of the other impressions solidified. There was again only one of him. +"You're strong, Miss Caylich, but don't think you can best me just yet," he admonished, waving a finger and putting an infuriating smile on his face. +She ignored him, concentrating, trying to repeat what she had done. She wanted to *chronoshrythe* again, she realised with a thrill. Gritting her teeth, she tried to summon the madness, willing the thrumming sensation to appear in her mind. Nothing happened. +"You've exhausted your chronocharge," he informed her. +"What?" she asked. Here was yet another new word to learn. +"Chronocharge is the store of energy with which we can manipulate the flow of time. Shrything fuel, if you will. It builds up in people like us, much like electric charge in a balloon." +"How do I get it back?" she demanded, panic rising. +"I think telling you that wouldn't be the wisest course of action right now, Miss Caylich," he replied, eyes narrowing and mouth twitching up at the corner. +Cassie took a step back, and realised that she was afraid of him. Or rather, scared by the fact that he had a store of this magical *chronocharge* stuff, whereas she had none. It made her feel naked and vulnerable. +"Don't worry, your body will accumulate more of it," he soothed. "Being as strong as you are, it should happen fairly quickly." +Cassie could sense some chronocharge inside him. It was like feeling the heat coming from a stove. She couldn't sense any within herself. Her mind was adapting quickly to these new concepts, so she stretched her new faculties, trying to feel that same heatlike sensation anywhere else. There was a faint sensation of it coming from the ground, but that was unhelpful. Would she just absorb it by magical osmosis? +Jack seemed to sense her discomfort, so he skipped a stone again. It bounced four times, without any shrything. + +asdf diff --git a/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/3-Felicity_kills_her_boyfriend.md b/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/3-Felicity_kills_her_boyfriend.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..21bec50 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/3-Felicity_kills_her_boyfriend.md @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +title: Felicity kills her boyfriend +ID: 306 +type: md +POV: 0 +compile: 2 +charCount: 200 + + +``` +"Well, buzz off then, little F..." +With a bestial snarl, she spun, cutting off his words at the chords as her knife pierced his larynx with a soft, satisfying pop. +"I told you not to call me Fly." +``` \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/4-Carruthers_breaks_into_the_flat.md b/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/4-Carruthers_breaks_into_the_flat.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8bd9df0 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/4-Carruthers_breaks_into_the_flat.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +title: Carruthers breaks into the flat +ID: 253 +type: md +summaryFull: Carruthers has been dismissed from the force + - Maybe Jack got him fired?? + - He's read Cece's notes on Cassie + +POV: 0 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +charCount: 287 + + +Cassie knew something was wrong before she entered the building. She had been flexing her newfound control on the walk home from the river. She had managed to + +``` +The first thing she saw when she entered the flat was + +Well, well, well, here comes the little witch," sneered the stranger. + +``` diff --git a/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/folder.txt b/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9adccd3 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/4-Chapter_5/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +title: Chapter 5 +ID: 176 +type: folder +summarySentence:Cosantori +label: 3 +status: 1 +compile: 2 +charCount: 13706 + + diff --git a/Time/outline/5-Chapter_6/folder.txt b/Time/outline/5-Chapter_6/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b072c77 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/5-Chapter_6/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +title: Chapter 6 +ID: 215 +type: folder +compile: 2 + + diff --git a/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/0-Jack_experiences_a_huge_chronoshift.md b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/0-Jack_experiences_a_huge_chronoshift.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..75da090 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/0-Jack_experiences_a_huge_chronoshift.md @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +title: Jack experiences a huge chronoshift +ID: 162 +type: md +compile: 0 +charCount: 786 + + +Jack stumbled back from the window and snatched his pistol up from a counter on the way to the door. Addy scrambled along behind him, but he felt a flutter from Mei's direction. "Don't!," he cried, but she had already tried to shrythe. He could sense her slipping into the past as a torrent of time whipped her away. +"*Kzach!*" Addy cursed. He grabbed Jack by the sleeve as Jack turned back for her. "She's anchored," he said, shoving Jack towards the stairs. "We can find her later." +Cursing too, Jack took the stairs five at a time and reached the street at full sprint. He suppressed the urge to use his shrything abilities to aid his dash down to the street. This tsunami of chronocharge could wash him *years* into the past or future. + +``` +When: Cassie and Fly's final confrontation. +``` diff --git a/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/1-First_time_Cassie_Shrythes_unconsciously_-Flashback-.md b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/1-First_time_Cassie_Shrythes_unconsciously_-Flashback-.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4bcda4d --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/1-First_time_Cassie_Shrythes_unconsciously_-Flashback-.md @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +title: First time Cassie Shrythes unconsciously (Flashback) +ID: 122 +type: md +summarySentence:Flashback +summaryFull: Inadvertently shoplifts +POV: 0 +label: 6 +status: 1 +compile: 0 +charCount: 73 + + +Occurs when she is around 8. She gets in trouble for skrifting something. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/2-Jack_is_ordered_to_capture_Cassie.md b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/2-Jack_is_ordered_to_capture_Cassie.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..80d5806 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/2-Jack_is_ordered_to_capture_Cassie.md @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +title: Jack is ordered to capture Cassie +ID: 214 +type: md +POV: 1 +label: 1 +status: 1 +compile: 0 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 134 + + +``` +Special Juris finds out that she's a chronotwin by gathering biometrics from Jack's datascrapes. + +They turn Mei against him maybe? +``` \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/3-Someone_talks_about_Fly_skrifting_a_Michelangelo.md b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/3-Someone_talks_about_Fly_skrifting_a_Michelangelo.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2e81fac --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/3-Someone_talks_about_Fly_skrifting_a_Michelangelo.md @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +title: Someone talks about Fly skrifting a Michelangelo +ID: 21 +type: md +label: 1 +status: 1 +compile: 0 +charCount: 368 + + +Michaelangelo sculpted "The Resurrection" in only one known timeline (as opposed to dozens with David) - so it was the most valuable piece of art in the T3. +Fly stole it by tracing its timestream back to pre-connection and anchoring/binding into the marble before it was carved, allowing her to reintegrate it in a client's timeline, vanishing it out of the collection. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/4-Jack_Shows_Cassie_the_Portal.md b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/4-Jack_Shows_Cassie_the_Portal.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d3d13f0 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/4-Jack_Shows_Cassie_the_Portal.md @@ -0,0 +1,25 @@ +title: Jack Shows Cassie the Portal +ID: 20 +type: md +POV: 1 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 0 +charCount: 2833 + + +They arrived shortly at the Mayfair Portal. Beneath a magnificent windowed dome, Londoners were queueing up to visit new and mysterious timelines. Beneath the centre of the dome was the Portal monolith itself. Every portal throughout the T3 was identical, although each timeline tried to make it fit in. This one was draped in red and blue. Croncore didn't display local flags or insignia on their premises, but they allowed at least the *colours* of the Union Flag to be displayed. Jack suspected the bright fabric would be removed soon, however - it looked ephemeral against the seamless white of the Portal. +Holoscreens above each of the Portal's six gateways showed the number of the timeline to which it led, and how long it would remain open. Along the outer walls of the great dome were shops displaying wares from the worlds beyond the gates. A Croncore currency bank was packed with Londoners exchanging pounds and shillings for q-credits, and a large clothing store sold local garb to otherliners. +Royal guardsmen stood at watch throughout the hall, their bright red and gold uniforms smooth and spotless. They were armed with gyropulse rifles, and comms visors were visible beneath their busbies. In their ranks he recognised a few non-Anglo-Saxon faces belonging to officers of Incorporative Juris - the branch of the Cosantori Aeturnix responsible for ensuring the militaries of newly assimilated timelines knew how they fit into the larger universe. +The true guardians of the Portal, however, were the bureaucrats. A ring of counters surrounded the structure, staffed by enthusiastically smiling Croncore employees. They were answering questions about other timelines, and helping travellers plan their routes. Jack passed one who telling a well-dressed couple how much it would cost to get to T3341, where they planned to visit the pyramid city of Tvarutnan. Jack smiled to himself - Addy was from one of the Tvarutnan timelines. Londoners wouldn't be so fascinated by that city if they had heard any of the more colourful tales told by a well-beered Addy d'Eagle. + +Their destination wasn't the Portal itself, but the adjacent skiff terminal. It was a large open space criss-crossed with walkways, roadways and railways taking up a quarter of what used to be Hyde Park. The clientele were scruffier and grouchier, and the atmosphere was one of boredom. Skiffs were the most affordable way to travel between timelines, and the only way to transport anything that wouldn't fit through a Portal gate. A large passenger skiff was disgorging hundreds of workers in masks and overalls, its hull painted with words in an alphabet he couldn't identify. Dozens of smaller ones were loading or unloading, and Croncore wardens were shepherding people into lines. They, too, were grumpier than their counterparts in the Portal hall. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/5-Fly_in_Ottan_bar.md b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/5-Fly_in_Ottan_bar.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0f57ba5 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/5-Fly_in_Ottan_bar.md @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +title: Fly in Ottan bar +ID: 141 +type: md +compile: 0 +charCount: 921 + + +Fly sat in a dark room in what passed for a bar in T2203. It was an Ottan timeline, so even after the enlightening effect of Incorporation, the puritanical ethos of Otto's Ecclesiarchy shrouded the whole damned timeline like a judgemental fungus. The liquor was all imported from otherline, and so were most of the patrons. +A cartridge of 3Fall Yellow lay on the table, directly under the disapproving gaze of the proprietor. Drugs of that sort were definitely illegal in this timeline. A bouncer had stepped forward to remove it from her when she'd first produced it, but thought better of it. She had that effect on people sometimes. Most of the time. Almost all the time. +Fly put the cartridge to her lips and breathed in. Yellow was not quite as invigorating as Blue or as pleasurable as Green, but it calmed her nerves. She met the bouncer's eyes and blew a gold-tinged cloud in his direction. His scowl was wonderful. + + + + + diff --git a/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/6-all_sewers_flush_into_Wei_Long.md b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/6-all_sewers_flush_into_Wei_Long.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a3483bd --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/6-all_sewers_flush_into_Wei_Long.md @@ -0,0 +1,8 @@ +title: all sewers flush into Wei Long +ID: 29 +type: md +compile: 0 +charCount: 383 + + +There is a saying in the T3: All rivers of time flow into Lunkhor, and all *sewers* of time drain into Wei Long. Lunkhor is the largest city in the Ten Thousand Timelines. Like Wei Long, it's a timepool - a physical location in which multiple timelines are so interconnected by anchorlines that ?????chronotypicals could travel between them. Lunkhor was economic hub of the Triple T. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/7-Chapter_3_-_Alternative/0-Cassie_remembers_the_bonfire_night_party_-dark_version-.md b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/7-Chapter_3_-_Alternative/0-Cassie_remembers_the_bonfire_night_party_-dark_version-.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3e5638a --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/7-Chapter_3_-_Alternative/0-Cassie_remembers_the_bonfire_night_party_-dark_version-.md @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +title: Cassie remembers the bonfire night party (dark version) +ID: 25 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 6 +status: 2 +compile: 0 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 9311 + + +### five years ago +Cassie held a plastic cup of punch in both hands, feeling self-conscious. She wasn't sure if she was drunk, even though she couldn't have had more than three sips. It tasted terrible - half of the party goers must have added to the punch bowl. She'd never been drunk before, so she wasn't sure if the heat in her cheeks was from the drink, the bonfire blazing in the centre of the field, or simply the guilt of underage drinking. She knew it was stupid to feel that way - teenagers were getting drunk all around her, but she still had a goody-two-shoes fear that an adult was watching and disapproving. If anything, the surrounding kids were disapproving of her *not* drinking. +Of course, the flush of shame could also be coming from her awkward attempts at conversation with the boy standing beside her. He was almost as nervous as she was, which was probably why she had the courage to stand next to him at all. She could only hear a fraction of what he was saying over the noise of the crowd and the crappy music from the high decibel, low quality speaker system. His name was Mark, or perhaps Mike or Mick, and he liked role-playing games - that was about all she had gathered so far. He was also a student at Knightswood, two years below her, and she wasn't sure whether she liked him. Or rather, she wasn't sure whether she *wanted* to like him. He seemed nice enough, but she was hesitant to get to know him. +She was afraid that once he found out the quiet girl he'd been talking to at the bonfire night party was Cassandra Caylitch, he'd shun her. Social interactions confused her, but she was fairly certain that her stigma was catching. She wasn't sure why the other kids avoided her, but the thought of them avoiding Mark by association added another layer of guilt. +Suddenly, Cassie was angry at herself. Why *shouldn't* she talk to him? Why should the imagined opinions of other teenagers make *her* feel ashamed? There was a peculiar thrumming in the back of her head, and a new clarity to her mind. Boldness rushed through her. Let the other teenagers gossip! She looked up at Mark and smiled. His eyes were blue and his hair ginger and curly. She realised that he was quite good-looking in an awkward, geeky kind of way. He was more than a foot taller than her, but so were most people. +The thrumming grew stronger, and Cassie saw an array of possibilities before her. She imagined stepping forward and kissing him - she had never kissed a boy before, but she could imagine exactly how she would pull his face down to hers, exactly how his lips would taste. Next, she imagined throwing her drink in his face - that would end with him calling her a psycho and stalking off. She imagined several other things she could do, several other ways to start a conversation. In the end, she settled on a simple question. +"Are you here with anyone?" she asked, raising her voice and stepping closer to hear his reply. +"Was here with my brother, but he's gone off somewhere," he shouted back. "With Ellie Davis! I think they're hooking up!" He chortled, then looked embarrassed. Cassie thought *his* blushing cheeks were cute. Cuter than *hers*, anyway. She took several large gulps of her punch. +Just then, the music decided to stop. The thrumming faded and her crippling shyness returned. She'd been tolerating it all evening, but just when she needed something to drown out a conversation, the speakers went silent. +"Ooh, I think the fireworks are about to start!" Mark crowed. His boyish enthusiasm brought some of her boldness back. Not all of it, but enough. Cassie smiled and nodded, grateful for a new distraction. +The first firework launched with a hollow thump. She watched the trail of sparks climb higher, then saw the flash of red and green. A fraction of a second later the boom arrived. The sound made her ears ring, but she heard it with her whole body. As the thumps and cracks came faster, she felt a strange tingling in her skin. The sensation shimmered up and down her limbs, then sank into her chest, and she felt a deep desire build inside her. +Part of Cassie was shocked by the unwanted feelings, but most of her mind was fascinated. She drained her cup and squeezed her eyes, but it didn't go away. As the pyrotechnic display built to a roar, she realised that she wouldn't be able to control herself much longer - if she didn't get away from Mark as soon as she could, she would do something she would *definitely* regret. +Dropping her cup, Cassie turned away from him and ran. Her skin burned whenever she brushed against a body, and the throbbing in her head was back, faster than before. She broke free from the of the crowd at the edge of the field where there was copse of trees. She hurried into it, tripping over long grass and undergrowth, until she was alone, leaning against a thick oak trunk. +The explosions were muffled by the trees, but she still felt the thrill rushing across her body with each thump. Her hand crept towards her pants. Dare she do this? She was alone, after all. Alone and reckless, and at least *some* of her light-headedness was due to the punch. +She closed her eyes, and was about to slide her hand downwards when a cry, quickly stifled, shocked her alert. Adrenaline forced all impure thoughts from her mind. Had she been spotted? +There was a brief lull in the fireworks display, and she heard rustling leaves and a low guffaw a few trees further away. She crept toward the noises. A trio of shadows was partly visible on the other side of a holly bush, two hulking and one slender. One of the large shapes was pressing the smaller on against a tree, the other looming behind him +"Why did you try to scream, love?" a male voice crooned. "Are you trying to hurt our feelings?" +Another man's voice grunted out a predatory laugh. Cassie's heart was drumming in time with the throbbing in her head. +"You know you want some alone time with us, love," continued the first one. "I bought you a drink. Are you telling me I wasted my money?" +Cassie had heard enough. There was only one thing she could - run for help. She took off towards the glow of the bonfire, charging through the undergrowth. There was a shout behind her, and the second voice swore. There was a noise behind her like a rhinoceros crashing through thorn scrub. It was getting closer. She wasn't fast enough! Filling her lungs, she screamed, but just as her shriek sounded, the fireworks picked that moment to resume. Something enormous bowled into her, and she crashed to the ground. She heard the thump of her head striking the dirt before she felt the pain. A terrible weight pressed into the small of her back - a knee - and the stink of foul breath and alcohol washed across her face. +"Think you so smart, huh?" the assailant grunted. +Cassie groped through the leaves for anything she could use as a weapon, and her hand landed on a rock the size of her fist. Her fingers scrabbled to pull it out of the dirt, but before she could get a grip, the knee lifted, and she was hauled to her feet. She hadn't managed to pick up the stone, but something else happened. The strange pulsing in her head was back, but she was in tune with it this time. It echoed her heartbeat. +The array of possibilities she had seen earlier unfolded before her again, and in her mind, she could see what would happen next. The brute would spin her around and swipe at her head with a beefy hand. She could almost feel the blow before it happened, see prickles of light as her vision narrowed, so she ducked aside. Next, he would lunge forward and bear her to the ground, and she saw more choices. She could roll away, but that would only earn her a few seconds. She could swing her knee up, right into where his face would be, but something told her she would dislocate her patella and be unable to escape. Cassie was also more aware of her surroundings, and knew there would be a sharp stick two feet to the left. Possibilities swirled faster, and she instinctively knew exactly where to reach, exactly how to brace the stick as the attacker leapt. She chose *that* possibility and let it happen. He grunted at the stick speared into him, then thudded to the ground, groaning and clutching his belly. +As the pulsations in her head swelled, Cassie could see not only what *could* happen, but what *might have* happened. She could picture how she would be unconscious on the ground if she had landed a few inches to the right and fractured her skull on an exposed root. She could dimly see a possible reality where she was back at the bonfire, kissing a bewildered Mark. To her unendurable shame, she saw possibilities where she had gone into a different part of the thicket, thus not hearing the cry for help, and had therefore pleasured herself while the unspeakable happened to another girl just out of sight. +That last possibility filled her with a blinding rage. She stepped up to the man on the ground. In the flash of a particularly bright firework, she saw his eyes were closed, and his face contorted with pain, but she had no mercy. With all her strength, she stomped on his neck. There was a wet crunch. She couldn't hear the crunch over the fireworks, but she felt it through her boot. The sensation both disgusted and thrilled her. The man's face slackened, and his limbs flopped to the ground. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/7-Chapter_3_-_Alternative/1-The_fight_and_rescue_-dark_version-.md b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/7-Chapter_3_-_Alternative/1-The_fight_and_rescue_-dark_version-.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..38347fb --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/7-Chapter_3_-_Alternative/1-The_fight_and_rescue_-dark_version-.md @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +title: The fight and rescue (dark version) +ID: 27 +type: md +POV: 0 +label: 4 +status: 2 +compile: 0 +setGoal: 1000 +charCount: 4189 + + +There was still the other girl, though. Cassie hoped she wouldn't be too late. She hurried back to where the girl had been and, as she rounded the holly bush, saw the other man holding her to his chest, left hand over her mouth. In his right hand, he held a flick-knife. Cassie recognised the girl as Cecelia Whethers, a classmate she had never really spoken to. Cecelia's hair was tangled and her eyes terrified. +"Let her go!" Cassie commanded. +"Where's Gazza?" the man demanded, ignoring her. +"Let her go!" she repeated. +"Where is he?" he demanded again. "What've you done to him, bitch? Tell me or I shank your friend!" +Cassie didn't reply. The thrumming in her head was slowing, and she couldn't see as many possibilities surrounding her. In the few she *could* see, the only one in which he *wouldn't* stab Cecelia was the one in which she charged at him, so that was the one she chose. She ran forward, and he threw Cecelia aside, slashing at Cassie. Cassie could barely see in the darkness, and the thrumming had faded, so the cut took her by surprise. She felt a sharp line of pain across her face and was stunned for a long second. +Blood filled her right eye and she staggered back. The man slashed again with his knife, and she put her hand up to block the blade. It bit into the flesh of her thumb, stopped only by her ring. She pulled her hand back, and the knife came with it, a serration on its blade caught on the haematite. Dizzying pain buckled her knees and she fell to the ground. She clutched her right hand to her chest, overcome by a wave of fatigue and disappointment at her own stupidity. The knife was stuck in the flesh of her thumb, caught between ring and bone. +The man's shape loomed over her, just a silhouette in the darkness. The fireworks had stopped and drunken cheers filtered through the trees. She gripped the knife by the hilt and, knowing it was an incredibly foolish thing to do, yanked it out. She expected the resulting pain to be blinding, but it never came. For some indecipherable reason, the throbbing in her head had returned, and clarity blossomed. She threw the knife at the shadow with her left hand. Possibilities multiplied and whirled. She saw the knife fly away into the darkness, or bounce off the man's head, or cut him in a hundred different ways. In one possible reality, it flew true and lodged in his eye. Without knowing how she did it, she chose that one. The blade thunked perfectly into the shape above her, and the shape froze, just for a second, then crumpled to the ground beside her, motionless. +Cecelia Whethers was kneeling a few feet away, eyes even wider than they had been when she had been held captive. In some realities, she was running away screaming, but in Cassie's reality she just mouthed silent questions. Cassie stood up. Her face and hand were aching, throbbing in time with the pulsing in her head, and she realised what this would look like to anyone who arrived. There were two corpses in the woods - one with a knife covered in her bloody fingerprints in its eye socket, the other with her boot print on its broken neck. On top of all that, she was bleeding badly. It wasn't fair! +The more she thought about her situation, the worse she realised it was. She had done the right thing, but how could she explain the blood, the bodies? One of those alien possibilities swam into focus, and she looked *into* it as a disembodied observer. With an abysmal horror, she saw another Cassie, debasing herself to the sound of the party while fifty metres away, Cecelia Whethers was defiled! Incandescent fury clenched her gut, melding with her disgust, and she *threw* everything at that other Cassandra. +She had no idea what she'd done or how she's done it. The disgust, anger, fear and pain were gone. Her injuries were gone too, no hint of a cut on her hand or face, and the throbbing was gone from her head. Cassie felt drained, squeezed dry of emotion and energy, so she leant against a tree and slid to the ground. Cecelia's petrified face peeked into her field of vision, and Cassie let her mind go blank. The last thing she remembered from that night was a tiny part of her mind wondering where her ring had gone. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/7-Chapter_3_-_Alternative/folder.txt b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/7-Chapter_3_-_Alternative/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7587152 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/7-Chapter_3_-_Alternative/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +title: Chapter 3 - Alternative +ID: 37 +type: folder +compile: 0 +charCount: 13500 + + diff --git a/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/folder.txt b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9774771 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/6-Unsorted_Scenes/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,9 @@ +title: Unsorted Scenes +ID: 103 +type: folder +summarySentence:Not sure where to put them yet +status: 1 +compile: 0 +charCount: 18998 + + diff --git a/Time/outline/7-Notes/0-Plot_point_-_Cassie_trapped_in_the_past.md b/Time/outline/7-Notes/0-Plot_point_-_Cassie_trapped_in_the_past.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2c55703 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/7-Notes/0-Plot_point_-_Cassie_trapped_in_the_past.md @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +title: Plot point - Cassie trapped in the past +ID: 213 +type: md +label: 1 +compile: 0 +charCount: 111 + + +## Idea + +- Fly traps Cassie in the past? +- Past Cassie PoV? Semi-flashback as she sees two of "herselves" fight. +- \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Time/outline/7-Notes/1-Cece-s_research.md b/Time/outline/7-Notes/1-Cece-s_research.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..40f39bb --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/7-Notes/1-Cece-s_research.md @@ -0,0 +1,8 @@ +title: Cece's research +ID: 271 +type: md +label: 2 +status: 1 +compile: 2 + + diff --git a/Time/outline/7-Notes/folder.txt b/Time/outline/7-Notes/folder.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1408aa2 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/7-Notes/folder.txt @@ -0,0 +1,9 @@ +title: Notes +ID: 33 +type: folder +summarySentence:Notes and ideas +label: 2 +compile: 0 +charCount: 111 + + diff --git a/Time/outline/8-Summary-_Synopsis_and_Blurb/0-Blurb.md b/Time/outline/8-Summary-_Synopsis_and_Blurb/0-Blurb.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a997495 --- /dev/null +++ b/Time/outline/8-Summary-_Synopsis_and_Blurb/0-Blurb.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +title: Blurb +ID: 30 +type: md +compile: 2 +charCount: 664 + + +For most of her life, Cassie has been plagued by fits of madness in which inexplicable things occur. 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