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[megatheorem]

[Good day, Trench, and welcome to... whatever this is going to be. Here is one Palamedes, sitting at his desk in what may be broadly recognizable as his office in the Sanctuary, whether or not one has been in it before (it has, these days, a distressing worm-on-a-string curtain in place of a door). Palamedes shuffles through some papers, tsks, and gets up to simply walk off screen, although this is not an accidental post, for he does call back:]

Damn my filing system! Hold on, don't look away.

[So now: the sounds of shuffling, and also, footsteps on a ladder? Then the eventual soft thump as he hops back down, and finally his several layered cardigans masquerading as a torso coming back into view, before he sits back down in the chair with a hearty squeak of rusty metal.

He has even more papers now. A small pile of notebooks, actually, which he folds his hands atop before properly regarding the camera.]

So! I wrote a book. Are any of you in the publishing business? Here, locally, or otherwise? My wheelhouse is firmly the academic, and literature— while a passion project— is a field I know far less about. As such: publishing. Any tips welcome.

I am also in the market for some cover art, I think. My artistic talents leave a lot to be desired, but I've produced some helpful mock-ups, somewhere around here...

[Just kidding they're right here ready and waiting, and so he holds them up side by side:



...So, yes. His handwriting is, of course, perfectly legible.]

Like I said: I'm an academic, not an artist. I'll pay you in whatever you like, blood or stone or- [and he leans briefly off camera again, to mutter, then he's back] -or scones! Good ones, for people into that kind of thing.

[Yahoo... Draw him a horny squidmance cover page... This is ordinary.]

Obviously, children need not apply.

Oh, and the working title is Ceasefire of the Senses: A Treatise on the Juxtaposition of Passion and Reason, unless you happen to be my cruelest critic and dearest spouse, love of my life, in which case "that title is ridiculous" and it's actually called "that story in your fifty notebooks." Regardless.

[He pats the pile of notebooks, like, his title is good actually? This might be a thinly veiled opinion poll about the title.]

And as it's the season, again, if anyone needs a professional hand with their lockjoint, come down to the Lumenarium- or Sanctuary- and ask for Palamedes. I'll take care of it with a silk touch; you get to keep the stones. Drawings of squids entirely voluntary for that one.

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[umbraportation]

[ They all have their things. Nico tends to lean his nerd into myths and monsters. ]

Does your world have a lot of holidays? Earth has a ridiculous amount, though some are specific to region or religion. [ Such as not everyone celebrates Thanksgiving. Christmas was pretty big, though. ]

Yep, Greeks loved being on the water in various ways. [ When talking about the Greek gods, Nico definitely would have talked about the Twelve Olympians first. ] Sky deities seem to be pretty popular in a lot of pantheons, I've come to realize. Apollo had the most, but he's the god of so many things.

[mehanizovati]

Depends. Piltover has several, in fact one is about the bounty of the sea. Jubilee, it's called. There aren't really any globally celebrated holidays though, and the undercity is such a melting pot of different cultures it gets muddled who celebrates what. [earth was wild with holidays, in his opinion.] People from Earth seem far more centralized when it comes to holidays.

Apollo... [another long pause and a shake of the head.] That one I don't remember, refresh me? Yes though, for Zaun the air is eh... a large matter. It's heavily polluted and has been for a long time, I suppose it makes sense sky and wind deities would be popular.

[umbraportation]

Food tends to be one of the big things to celebrate, I've found. Whether it's farming harvest or any kind of fishing or hunting. [ Winter celebrations when finding food is the hardest, to brighten spirits and make it through. ] Only the big ones like Christmas. Though, it's not the only one celebrated at this time of the year.

Apollo is the god of the sun, oracles, healing, archery, music and arts, knowledge, herds and flocks, and protection of the young. [ And the father of his boyfriend. ] Yeah, sounds about right. Pretty hard to do much of anything if you can't breathe for some reason.