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game_systems:world_of_darkness:mage:jacksonville:jacksonville_journal [2025/09/12 20:14] – [Morning Yoga] Bryan Stephensgame_systems:world_of_darkness:mage:jacksonville:jacksonville_journal [2025/09/12 23:08] (current) – [Mrs. Kravitz] Bryan Stephens
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 === Morning Yoga === === Morning Yoga ===
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 Bell blinked looking around the unfamiliar room. Waking up each morning was still –strange. The events of the past few days keep feeling like both a dream and the most –awake—she has ever been. She rolls out of bed and grabs some water. //Hydrate first, then meditate//. Bell’s chosen mediation is less still than Jessie’s. A/C off; ocean on. Breeze of salt air in lungs. A folded blanket is a mat.  Bell blinked looking around the unfamiliar room. Waking up each morning was still –strange. The events of the past few days keep feeling like both a dream and the most –awake—she has ever been. She rolls out of bed and grabs some water. //Hydrate first, then meditate//. Bell’s chosen mediation is less still than Jessie’s. A/C off; ocean on. Breeze of salt air in lungs. A folded blanket is a mat. 
  
 Mountain pose: feet root, crown lifts. Breath to a steady four in, four out. Forward fold, half lift, fold. High plank, chaturanga, up dog, down dog — calves pedaled awake. Warrior I, settle the hip; Warrior II, soften the jaw. Triangle. A slow lunge twist rings out the spine. Thoughts roll in like shells; she lets each slide away. A small hello threads from her soles into the room, the building, the morning — not reaching, just belonging. Mountain pose: feet root, crown lifts. Breath to a steady four in, four out. Forward fold, half lift, fold. High plank, chaturanga, up dog, down dog — calves pedaled awake. Warrior I, settle the hip; Warrior II, soften the jaw. Triangle. A slow lunge twist rings out the spine. Thoughts roll in like shells; she lets each slide away. A small hello threads from her soles into the room, the building, the morning — not reaching, just belonging.
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 When thoughts come — lists for the day, small anxieties, the bright click of new possibilities — she let them slide across her awareness like shells rolling in the wash. A tiny pulse of attention touched each thought and let it go, and in that pulse there was a familiar tilt: the Wheel turning, not dramatic, just present. On a different morning she might have chased the sensation further, peeled back how breath and clock conspired. Today she stayed with her body. When thoughts come — lists for the day, small anxieties, the bright click of new possibilities — she let them slide across her awareness like shells rolling in the wash. A tiny pulse of attention touched each thought and let it go, and in that pulse there was a familiar tilt: the Wheel turning, not dramatic, just present. On a different morning she might have chased the sensation further, peeled back how breath and clock conspired. Today she stayed with her body.
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 ====Mrs. Kravitz ==== ====Mrs. Kravitz ====
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 Mae is not even parked when Gladys Kravitz comes stalking over to Jessie, ignoring Mae as she always does. A mere CEO is not good enough for Gladys Kravitz – She has to talk to the //Owner//. Mae is not even parked when Gladys Kravitz comes stalking over to Jessie, ignoring Mae as she always does. A mere CEO is not good enough for Gladys Kravitz – She has to talk to the //Owner//.
  
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 ==== Ranger Work ==== ==== Ranger Work ====
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 The generator hums like a tired dog breathing. Rain ticks from the eaves; a radio burbles unattended weather updates. Across the room, Phil Thompson’s boots thump once against the leg of a cot. The generator hums like a tired dog breathing. Rain ticks from the eaves; a radio burbles unattended weather updates. Across the room, Phil Thompson’s boots thump once against the leg of a cot.
  
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 === The Node === === The Node ===
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 Friday the day is already looking good at the Moon and Wave. Bell is settling in. Jessie comes to her and beckons, //”Come with me, I want to show you something”//. Bell is puzzled but of course follows. Jessie leads her into the distillery between the two buildings. As Bell walks in, she can sense the power of the room. She has felt brushes of this in the past week. Jessie has talked about having a node.  Friday the day is already looking good at the Moon and Wave. Bell is settling in. Jessie comes to her and beckons, //”Come with me, I want to show you something”//. Bell is puzzled but of course follows. Jessie leads her into the distillery between the two buildings. As Bell walks in, she can sense the power of the room. She has felt brushes of this in the past week. Jessie has talked about having a node. 
  
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 To work. It is a short drive to Makergod.  To work. It is a short drive to Makergod. 
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 She had started with triage under the microscope: scorched PMIC lifted, rails mapped, and a hairline fracture under the USB-C port wicked full of silver epoxy. She reballed the storage chip, reflowed two buck converters that read noisy on the scope, and replaced a row of singed TVS diodes so a future surge would die there instead of in the core. The new backplate she 3D-printed in PETG carries a thin copper mesh—her Faraday “veil”—and a screw-in cradle for a coin cell to keep the RTC stable when the main pack is off. Between reflows, she sketched a fresh board trace on mylar, then translated it into a razor-clean flex patch to bridge a delaminated zone by the haptic motor. Every fix got logged, voltage-stepped, and heat-cycled until the oscillations stopped looking like a heartbeat and started looking like power. The minutes flowed into hours and hours into days of work in Makergod. She had started with triage under the microscope: scorched PMIC lifted, rails mapped, and a hairline fracture under the USB-C port wicked full of silver epoxy. She reballed the storage chip, reflowed two buck converters that read noisy on the scope, and replaced a row of singed TVS diodes so a future surge would die there instead of in the core. The new backplate she 3D-printed in PETG carries a thin copper mesh—her Faraday “veil”—and a screw-in cradle for a coin cell to keep the RTC stable when the main pack is off. Between reflows, she sketched a fresh board trace on mylar, then translated it into a razor-clean flex patch to bridge a delaminated zone by the haptic motor. Every fix got logged, voltage-stepped, and heat-cycled until the oscillations stopped looking like a heartbeat and started looking like power. The minutes flowed into hours and hours into days of work in Makergod.
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 //He nods, pleased. //“要有骨气 (yào yǒu gǔqì)—have backbone. People are metal, too. You heat them with trouble, you shape them with choice.”// //He nods, pleased. //“要有骨气 (yào yǒu gǔqì)—have backbone. People are metal, too. You heat them with trouble, you shape them with choice.”//
  
-//That night, she hides the straightened nail in her pencil box like a talisman.//+That night, she hides the straightened nail in her pencil box like a talisman.//
  
 Back in the present, Weilin turns on the tablet. //”Come on Lucky-Chan”// she whispers. The screen pops to life as it boots up. The Lucky-Chan app opens and shows Lucky-Chan in a high-chair playing a game of [[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xiangqi|Xiangqi]] with a metallic dragon who’s body coils offscreen. Lucky-Chan turns to the screen and shouts: Back in the present, Weilin turns on the tablet. //”Come on Lucky-Chan”// she whispers. The screen pops to life as it boots up. The Lucky-Chan app opens and shows Lucky-Chan in a high-chair playing a game of [[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xiangqi|Xiangqi]] with a metallic dragon who’s body coils offscreen. Lucky-Chan turns to the screen and shouts:
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 Weilin covers the back. She is calm. Life growing up was not always safe. Not like for Americans. Not even like well off Chinese. Her Grandfather was watched. She knows danger. His voice echoes in her ears. The war. Chosin.  Weilin covers the back. She is calm. Life growing up was not always safe. Not like for Americans. Not even like well off Chinese. Her Grandfather was watched. She knows danger. His voice echoes in her ears. The war. Chosin. 
  
-// “We were pushed back,”// he said, not shameful, just factual. //“We learned to bend without breaking.” His fingers pause on the mala. //“There are things in mountains older than flags.”// He didn’t elaborate.+// “We were pushed back,”// he said, not shameful, just factual. //“We learned to bend without breaking.” His fingers pause on the mala. //“There are things in mountains older than flags.”// He didn’t elaborate.//
  
 //” A circle is a promise”// she says staying focused.  //” A circle is a promise”// she says staying focused. 
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 Sam pulls his knives and readies for the two zombies to approach. He and Josh are blocking the door into the room. Both are still coming. Sam has been here before too. Unknown things, out for blood, only his knives and his magick. Sam has lived on this ground.  Sam pulls his knives and readies for the two zombies to approach. He and Josh are blocking the door into the room. Both are still coming. Sam has been here before too. Unknown things, out for blood, only his knives and his magick. Sam has lived on this ground. 
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 Before they break up, Jessie talks with Weilin, Before they break up, Jessie talks with Weilin,
  
-//”The Technocratic Union can listen to us if it chooses. Can you write a secure app for our phones? One that bypasses the play stores and such. One that is secure for us?”+//”The Technocratic Union can listen to us if it chooses. Can you write a secure app for our phones? One that bypasses the play stores and such. One that is secure for us?”//
  
 Weilin grins, //”That is no problem.”// Weilin grins, //”That is no problem.”//
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