July 7th, 2009, 3:00pm AKDT.
I do my best thinking when I'm busy. While I was chewing on the minutia of cathodic protection of underground pipelines
(in essence, a 'Good Thing'), my subconscious was nibbling and sipping at the recent events, and was starting to return some strange conclusions.
That afternoon, as I took a break from my studies, I sat sipping a cup of strong tea and examining what I'd already figured out while I was training.
Point. Sunday Evening, there was an 'Event', uppercase letters and all, that affected an unknown amount of City of Heroes players.
Point. I appeared to be at least two, possibly more, of my toons.
Point. Physical changes included gender and mass.
Point. At least with me, some emotional context got through. To elucidate, today I was 'in' House Kat, who, while not terribly well developed, was a
college student with an unfortunate catgirling condition. I fingered the absurdly cute little ears I had absentmindedly tucked under a beret that morning.
House Kat didn't have a 'real name' or even much of a personality beyond 'studious' and 'confident', two traits which had bled
through.
Corollary data to point. Mag was essentially me, inside the armor, sans phobias, sans arrogance. I had confirmation of physical similarity, but it was
difficult to say the same about emotional traits.
Available data was pointing towards a rather uncomfortable conclusion. Available data, however, was slim on the ground. Further information was desperately
needed.
As a side note, while Mag was a smoker, House Kat wasn't - I hadn't had a smoke all day yet, nor had I a niccotine craving. Intriguing, to say the
least. A new tab and a few seconds typing cranked up my webmail.
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I do my best thinking when I'm busy. While I was chewing on the minutia of cathodic protection of underground pipelines
(in essence, a 'Good Thing'), my subconscious was nibbling and sipping at the recent events, and was starting to return some strange conclusions.
That afternoon, as I took a break from my studies, I sat sipping a cup of strong tea and examining what I'd already figured out while I was training.
Point. Sunday Evening, there was an 'Event', uppercase letters and all, that affected an unknown amount of City of Heroes players.
Point. I appeared to be at least two, possibly more, of my toons.
Point. Physical changes included gender and mass.
Point. At least with me, some emotional context got through. To elucidate, today I was 'in' House Kat, who, while not terribly well developed, was a
college student with an unfortunate catgirling condition. I fingered the absurdly cute little ears I had absentmindedly tucked under a beret that morning.
House Kat didn't have a 'real name' or even much of a personality beyond 'studious' and 'confident', two traits which had bled
through.
Corollary data to point. Mag was essentially me, inside the armor, sans phobias, sans arrogance. I had confirmation of physical similarity, but it was
difficult to say the same about emotional traits.
Available data was pointing towards a rather uncomfortable conclusion. Available data, however, was slim on the ground. Further information was desperately
needed.
As a side note, while Mag was a smoker, House Kat wasn't - I hadn't had a smoke all day yet, nor had I a niccotine craving. Intriguing, to say the
least. A new tab and a few seconds typing cranked up my webmail.
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