| Csodas administers the Champollion Press and Lending Library at (20, 36), which specializes in non-English printing jobs and doubles as the QUIET clan hall; the Improbable Island Airport at (15, 38); the Kelp Forest at (25, 1); and Herodotus' Historical Wunderkammer, a reenactment theme park devoted to multinational polities located at (8, 21). The first two are //substantially// complete; the last two are works-in-progress. | Csodas administers the Champollion Press and Lending Library at <del>(20, 36)</del> T36, which specializes in non-English printing jobs and doubles as the QUIET clan hall; the Improbable Island Airport at <del>(15, 38)</del> O38; the Kelp Forest at <del>(25, 1)</del> Y1; Skaldthorpe Green at W34, and Herodotus' Historical Wunderkammer, a reenactment theme park devoted to multinational polities located at <del>(8, 21)</del> H21. The first four are //substantially// complete; the last is a work-in-progress. |
| {{:characters:player:csodas:sadosc_smaller.jpeg?100 |The meat-grinder himself.}} Has a mirror-realm counterpart, sadosC. Thanks to a complex set of mirrorwriting negotiations, Csodas will occasionally pop through to the other side, to teach raspberry tart creatures the finer points of life on the other side of the mirror, while sadosC basks in the sun (//never// neglecting proper sun protection), hunts the choicest morsels in the Jungle, and -- //what?// do you know how long it took me to take on this body, I'm going to //use// it, all right? Absolutely //wasted// on that nerd Csodas, cooped up indoors all day with his ridiculous little machines, if you ask me, and furtherm-—well, yes. Okay, he //is// a bit of a soft touch, and he has a pocket-timer in his coat, counting down the hours until he has to go back. Better make them count, eh? | {{:characters:player:csodas:sadosc_smaller.jpeg?100 |The meat-grinder himself.}} Has a mirror-realm counterpart, sadosC. Thanks to a complex set of mirrorwriting negotiations, Csodas will occasionally pop through to the other side, to teach raspberry tart creatures the finer points of life on the other side of the mirror, while sadosC basks in the sun (//never// neglecting proper sun protection), hunts the choicest morsels in the Jungle, and -- //what?// do you know how long it took me to take on this body, I'm going to //use// it, all right? Absolutely //wasted// on that nerd Csodas, cooped up indoors all day with his ridiculous little machines, if you ask me, and furtherm-—well, yes. Okay, he //is// a bit of a soft touch, and I have a pocket-timer in his coat, counting down the hours until I have to go back. Better make them count, eh? |