What, really, mine?
Whatver I want to say?
Oh holy love of my own massive dick.
Okay. Okay. Here is My Very First Post Thing Ever.
So I’m like looking up in my bed at the big fat fuckin’ other world that orbits my shitty little Barque, and Ma says, hey, Medi, you gotta get up n write shit, Tokoshi-san expects it.
Dammit, well, okay, whatthefuckever, I’m up, Ma.
So I’m like crestin the peaks, yeah? And they are like so rip. I mean, you gotta see ’em, danjis, they are so loomilescent pretty. Not like your best girl’s twat lovely; blue and deep and swelling.
Well, okay, except for the blue part. Think pink and wet salty and pretty and tasty, but blue, and you got it.
So we lifted foil, see, and ripped out past the Barques, way out past the Urbis ring, well into the Fisherfolk waters — you don’t know what that means, I guess; it’s like we’re into the part of Castor that you can’t ever see from orbit, like the shit you see in the logs, showing you all those pretty scenes of sea and clouds — and you know that one? The one that shows you falling into the disc of the world fast, and then you’re on it flat, and just on the edge is the black of space and stars, and right under it is this glowing cobalt egg that is like all totally rimed with clouds and glisten from the waves? And then it’s like you jump just deamless from a deepstar to a skiff and shit, and you’re in blue stuff with water condensing on the ports, and you see the spires and the masts and the dirigibles, and it’s like the whole fuckin’ world is coast and Barques floating on the edges like a big cake made of lace?
Well, that’s where I live.
All lace, no frosting.
I know you’re gonna make planetfall soon, and a lot of you are prolly wrinklies, well, okay, so that’s fine — I mean, we slap skin with anyone, but hey, you got the okane, we’ll be happy to be tipped — okay, so let me tell you about the Fisherfolk.
Okay, so no one understands the Fisherfolk.
They’re like the gods or something here, but they’re not, cause we don’t have — sorry, I guess this is bad to talk about if you’re from Aidenn or Rashomon or Allahu’akhbar, but you Gemmish and Delphans know what I mean — anyway, well, the closer you get to the ocean, the farther you get from the Urbis when you land, the farther out on the piers you walk, the more you … you know, at the wharfs.
You gotta know. The Fisherfolk you find there, they aren’t really Fisherfolk. They’re haffok, part them and part us, see? But what they do with their — like their gills, and their mouths, and their flippery hands —
Well, you might decide to never leave.
I mean shit, you really understand why fish spill milt asea. It. Is like. That good, only BETTER.
So anyway. Sem Tokoshi has more to say on it all. Meanwhile I gotta slish. Ma’s waiting for dinner, and I gotta get some stunfish before darknoon sets in —
Oh, didn’t I say about that? Well, Castor has this twin world, Pollux, which is exactly Castor’s size, and the worlds share like this twiny twisty orbit around their suns, Sapphire, which is this big fat blue fucker, and Topaz, which is this littler yellow thing, and they entwine in the air and dance, sort of like how the sea does when me and my best lep Fan hang under the docks and dart.
Yeah, and well, you know, what leps like me and him do.
No, he’s not my kareshi or anything. He’s like … I mean … well, we’re not kareshis, geddit?
So anyway, darknoon is when Pollux covers the eyes of Sapphire and Topaz for a little, and we’re in night, only like for an hour, yeah? Like in the middle of noon, it’s dark. I know you never seen that, no matter what world you’re from. Yeah, well, a lot can happen in an hour if you got the okane and the spunk.
I don’t talk to Pollux. God lives there, and I will not fuck with god.
So anyway I’ll be shoaling stunfish. Sometime, drop by and we’ll do whatever, yeah?
So anyway, welcome to Castor. Hope it doesn’t suck unless you’re at the wharfs.
My name? Just ask for Cock, and I’ll spring up. You can find me anywhere on Castor.
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