There was a song.
There was always a song.
It wasn't a song the little she was particularly known for among her people. It was something new, something found in the lists among lists among lists of songs recovered from the Dreaming World. Cait had, along with a few recommendations, introduced Ira to something known as 'spoot-iffy.' It had so much music! Ira could barely contain herself.
Back in her short vacation in the 'Anomaly Containment Foundation,' Ira had acquired an 'old' piece of technology known as a 'radio.' The Foundation had provided it- well, no, that wasn't quite true. Isaac had given it to her as a gift. A treasured thing, Ira had recreated it here in her Waking World as an object of remembrance to her dear friend. But back in the Dreaming World, Ira had gooped -as Cait would put it- a complex mechanism into the old machine to parse and hijack local wifi signals for the purpose of pulling music tones from the world wide web.
It had worked, kinda, for a time. Ira found Nirvana that way. The Dead Goddess, Duet's 'pet' at this point, had taken a particular liking to the band with the ugly human baby on the front. But now that the Dreaming World was not as accessible to her, Ira needed a different access to new music. She loved her people. Ira really did. But their taste in music was esoteric at best and just downright not music at worst. But today wasn't about them.
Well, not entirely. Parts of it were. It was kinda about them. Ok it was a lot about them but not in a direct kind of way. They were involving in a- well- listen it's better if Ira just says it straight away correctly. Ira was going to help a researcher friend of Cait's dissect a planet. Cause that's what you did on Wednesdays. Today was the first Wednesday too, and what an exciting Wednesday it was going to be.
Ira walked toward the little entrance to the ACF's little location on her world. It was a tiny dot of mystery on a sphere otherwise filled with madness and hatred. The ground beneath her feet laid The-Sphere-That-Hates, the unkind, harsh world Ira had created to house her walking palace. It was a remembrance of the fight SHE and She and she had with Him before any of them were SHE or She or she or SHE and she and Cait and- That wasn't what today was about.
Focus Ira! Twirling in her thick, black, cotton skirt, Ira giggled. The entrance laid before her now, and she waved at the door with her little fingerless cotton gloves. Her shirt, a long sleeve black thing with white little bone eating-crabs embroidered across it, matched well with her black combat boots and her little indigo beanie hat. The surface of The-Sphere-That-Hates was cold, -50c on a warm day, and Ira knew that was entirely her fault.
She had killed the surface not too long ago, and everything that had been so unfortunate to be caught upon it and not buried under its flesh. Without a sun in the sky to warm the planet, the Sphere generated its own warmth from its super-massive beating heart and millions of aortal nodules. With so many of them dead so far from the center, it would take decades before the new skin and flesh grew to warm the surface once more.
Shaking her head, Ira cast these thoughts from her mind for the time being. Instead, she waved once more to the door and shouted, "Heyo! Come out come out! Joshua we have Wednesdays! It is time of day that we cut deep!" She knew they could see her and hear her from outside, it was quite literally impossible to ignore Ira. Here, without Cait close enough to touch, her voice was strong enough to crack minds and her mere presence stole the breathe from other's lungs.
But Ira was certain Cait knew that and had made preparations against it. Wouldn't want poor Joshua freezing to death or suffocating or losing his mind. Cait was smart, she definitively remembered to set up protections for Joshua. So certainly when he emerged, everything was going to great! Today was Wednesday!
There was always a song.
It wasn't a song the little she was particularly known for among her people. It was something new, something found in the lists among lists among lists of songs recovered from the Dreaming World. Cait had, along with a few recommendations, introduced Ira to something known as 'spoot-iffy.' It had so much music! Ira could barely contain herself.
Back in her short vacation in the 'Anomaly Containment Foundation,' Ira had acquired an 'old' piece of technology known as a 'radio.' The Foundation had provided it- well, no, that wasn't quite true. Isaac had given it to her as a gift. A treasured thing, Ira had recreated it here in her Waking World as an object of remembrance to her dear friend. But back in the Dreaming World, Ira had gooped -as Cait would put it- a complex mechanism into the old machine to parse and hijack local wifi signals for the purpose of pulling music tones from the world wide web.
It had worked, kinda, for a time. Ira found Nirvana that way. The Dead Goddess, Duet's 'pet' at this point, had taken a particular liking to the band with the ugly human baby on the front. But now that the Dreaming World was not as accessible to her, Ira needed a different access to new music. She loved her people. Ira really did. But their taste in music was esoteric at best and just downright not music at worst. But today wasn't about them.
Well, not entirely. Parts of it were. It was kinda about them. Ok it was a lot about them but not in a direct kind of way. They were involving in a- well- listen it's better if Ira just says it straight away correctly. Ira was going to help a researcher friend of Cait's dissect a planet. Cause that's what you did on Wednesdays. Today was the first Wednesday too, and what an exciting Wednesday it was going to be.
Ira walked toward the little entrance to the ACF's little location on her world. It was a tiny dot of mystery on a sphere otherwise filled with madness and hatred. The ground beneath her feet laid The-Sphere-That-Hates, the unkind, harsh world Ira had created to house her walking palace. It was a remembrance of the fight SHE and She and she had with Him before any of them were SHE or She or she or SHE and she and Cait and- That wasn't what today was about.
Focus Ira! Twirling in her thick, black, cotton skirt, Ira giggled. The entrance laid before her now, and she waved at the door with her little fingerless cotton gloves. Her shirt, a long sleeve black thing with white little bone eating-crabs embroidered across it, matched well with her black combat boots and her little indigo beanie hat. The surface of The-Sphere-That-Hates was cold, -50c on a warm day, and Ira knew that was entirely her fault.
She had killed the surface not too long ago, and everything that had been so unfortunate to be caught upon it and not buried under its flesh. Without a sun in the sky to warm the planet, the Sphere generated its own warmth from its super-massive beating heart and millions of aortal nodules. With so many of them dead so far from the center, it would take decades before the new skin and flesh grew to warm the surface once more.
Shaking her head, Ira cast these thoughts from her mind for the time being. Instead, she waved once more to the door and shouted, "Heyo! Come out come out! Joshua we have Wednesdays! It is time of day that we cut deep!" She knew they could see her and hear her from outside, it was quite literally impossible to ignore Ira. Here, without Cait close enough to touch, her voice was strong enough to crack minds and her mere presence stole the breathe from other's lungs.
But Ira was certain Cait knew that and had made preparations against it. Wouldn't want poor Joshua freezing to death or suffocating or losing his mind. Cait was smart, she definitively remembered to set up protections for Joshua. So certainly when he emerged, everything was going to great! Today was Wednesday!