Chelev |
I. Chelev |
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Scientific expeditions report that the most exciting thing about the colony, other than the high levels of iron oxide in the water supply, the fact that illithids smell like citrus fruit, and the fact that the illithid population is not allowed even the simplest forms of post-solar-expansion technology, is: allowing your brain to be extracted and consumed (after assuming a physical form defenseless enough) is sort of novel. |
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Scientific expeditions report that the most exciting thing about the colony, other than the high levels of iron oxide in the water supply, other than the fact that illithids smell like citrus fruit, and other than the fact that the illithid population is not allowed even the simplest forms of post-solar-expansion technology, is: allowing your brain to be extracted and consumed (after assuming a physical form defenseless enough) is sort of novel. |
II. RSFU Speaks |
On Characters, Missed |
On MortalityMortality is fleeting. At least, in the Puzzlebox. Death doesn't really amount to a whole lot there, on the galactic timescale of things, no matter how many times one might undergo it. It's probably a lot like repainting one's nails, for twenty-first century humans: no matter how cool a color one starts out with, eventually it starts getting chipped, and yo ignore it for a few more days after it starts to degrade, but eventually, eh, screw it, acetone time, then a different color. And of course one has about a dozen bottles of polish to choose from even though one doesn't remember when last a bottle was used up before it dried up or was just thrown away arbitrarily when cleaning house. But it's not that big a deal. It happens. In fact, it's expected, eventually, really, and, now that one thinks on the topic, one realizes that the six-dollar bottles of polish wear away at a rate similar to one-dollar bottles, and, you know, maybe there's something to be learned in that.... I, uh, digress. In theory Chelev may end up expiring for the first time at some point. This isn't something I'm particularly interested in rushing, at the moment, but you know, a falling grand piano or a pilot light that went out, and, pow. Reinstantiation and maybe brief puzzlement over what the hell just happened. I dunno. Maybe some sort of crazy dishwashing accident. I suspect that in such a case Chelev's colony's Elder Brain will consider the dead Chelev (poor thing) the "real" Chelev, and any new Chelevs are marked as enemies and exiles. I think that holds together with what I've thrown into place. Boy, it'll be unhappy for at least five or ten minutes should it ever die that first time. I ain't askin' fer mercy, I'm just sayin', you know? I think my original point was that I'm aware death may someday be addressed, but I don't want to fabricate drama for its own sake. Chelev's a reasonably lightweight, light-hearted character concept, not some magnet for attracting tragedy for me to wallow in. So there. "Tragic dishwashing accident." Hm. Heh. Hmm. III. News =On Illithids, Confirming or Denying the Presence Of == Chelev apparently wasn't allowed to visit the Mess for unspecified reasons, for a while (coinciding somewhat with the 2004 holiday season, maybe --RSFU), but has recently been seen attempting youthful, potentially-injurious stunts on its wheeled platform. High-speed maneuvering for no reason. Weird little flip-tricks. Hopping onto and off of the glowing "sun" in Puzzle Park. Falling on the ground creatively as a result. That sort of thing. Recent Event: A Disturbance in the ForceRecently, Chelev's colony's Elder Brain was grumpy about some third party that attempted to do bad things to it from as far away as possibly Puzzle Park and via vastly powerful (and impolite usage of) cosmic powers, and it implied some fourth party prevented this, but overall its has kept its psionic waves to itself on the matter. |
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Sadly, Chelev seems to have up and vanished, but if you're reading this, hurry back! Your character is awesome! |
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(Insiders, if there were any that weren't under the Elder Brain's influence, would suggest that the Elder Brain is all but flagellating in worry because a) it couldn't defend itself b) it had to put up with the ignominy of being rescued by some unidentified transmortal busybody that promptly and overly-conveniently vanished. Who wants to be reminded they're kept obsolete by voluntary, unswerving faith in an archaic philosophy? Not Elder Brains.) |