dagmarmot's Clan

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Welcome to Saŋasluokta!

RGB and CMYK landed (crashed. ish. sort of crashed. mostly landed. it's fine) at the tiny scientific outpost on the coast, intending to stay only long enough to complete repairs.
that was before they traded half their coffee stores to the terrifyingly competent Kate, discovered that several dragons had excitedly rebuilt portions of the rigging, and acquired a bored medic tired of looking after the minor-explosion-prone scientists. At this point, it's getting hard to tell the crews apart…
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Kate saw the potential in conning - er, I mean, 'encouraging' other scientists to come and bring coffee and books - er, I mean, 'pursue their fields of study' to -
No, you know what? I can't do this anymore. Look, you can't leave scientists unattended, okay? They over-caffeinate and under-hydrate and they'll spill bromide in their fur and think that spilling saponin over the top of it is a logical solution to the problem. They needed managing. I, Kate, happen to be a fantastic manager.
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Did you know that in certain dialects, the word for 'Artist' is the same as the word for 'Disaster?'
"...Kate."
What?! Don't give me that look! You know I'm right!
"Kate..."
No, you know what? No. Fine. I've already got the pirates and the scientists- YOU get to deal with the artists.












(broadcast message from Into The Drowning Deep by Mira Grant:
“And what is ‘this’?” asked Katherine.
“The song of the sea,” said Luis.
Brian raised an eyebrow. “That’s surprisingly poetic.”
“Studying the ocean forces you to be poetic, because we haven’t worn all those ideas and concepts soft around the edges yet,” said Luis. “The language is still mired in the maritime, and I don’t know that it’s going to catch up anytime soon.”
“Water sings,” said Tory.