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sounmashnews · 2 years

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[ad_1] Sabine Hossenfelder is a theoretical physicist and creator of the favored YouTube sequence Science Without the Gobbledygook. In her new e-book Existential Physics, she argues that a few of her colleagues could have gotten a bit of too enthusiastic about wild concepts like multiverse principle or the simulation speculation. “If you want to discuss them on the level of philosophy, or maybe over a glass of wine with dinner because it’s fun to talk about, that’s all fine with me,” Hossenfelder says in Episode 525 of the Geek’s Guide to the Galaxy podcast. “I have a problem if they argue that it’s based on a scientific argument, which is not the case.” Multiverse principle states that an infinite variety of alternate universes are continuously branching off from our personal. Hossenfelder says it’s attainable to create mathematical fashions which can be in keeping with multiverse principle, however that doesn’t essentially let you know something about actuality. “I know quite a lot of cosmologists and astrophysicists who actually believe that other universes are real, and I think it’s a misunderstanding of how much mathematics can actually do for us,” she says. “There are certainly some people who have been pushing this line a little bit too far—probably deliberately, because it sells—but I think for most of them they’re genuinely confused.” Hossenfelder can also be skeptical of the simulation speculation, the concept that we’re dwelling in a pc simulation. It’s an concept that’s been taken more and more critically by scientists and philosophers, however Hossenfelder says it actually quantities to nothing greater than a kind of techno-religion. “If people go and spit out numbers like, ‘I think there’s a 50 percent chance we’re living in a simulation,’ I’m not having it,” she says. “As a physicist who has to think about how you actually simulate the reality that we observe on a computer, I’m telling you it’s not easy, and it’s not a problem that you can just sweep under the rug.” While there’s at present no scientific proof for multiverse principle or the simulation speculation, Hossenfelder says there are nonetheless loads of cool concepts, together with climate management, faster-than-light communication, and creating new universes, that don’t contradict recognized science. “This is exactly what I was hoping to achieve with the book,” she says. “I was trying to say, ‘Physics isn’t just something that tells you stuff that you can’t do. It sometimes opens your mind to new things that we might possibly one day be able to do.'” Listen to the whole interview with Sabine Hossenfelder in Episode 525 of Geek’s Guide to the Galaxy (above). And try some highlights from the dialogue under. Sabine Hossenfelder on entropy: Entropy is a really anthropomorphic amount. The means it’s sometimes phrased is that entropy tells you one thing concerning the lower of “order” or the rise of “disorder,” however that is actually from our perspective—what we predict is disorderly. I believe that if you weren't to make use of this human-centric notion of order and dysfunction, you'll get a totally completely different notion of entropy, which brings up the query, “Why is any one of them more tenable than any other?” … There’s simply an excessive amount of that we don’t actually perceive about area and time—and entropy particularly, gravity, and so forth—to positively make the assertion. I don’t assume the second legislation of thermodynamics is as basic as quite a lot of physicists assume it's. Sabine Hossenfelder on making a universe: There is nothing in precept that will forestall us from making a universe. When I talked about this the primary time, individuals thought I used to be kidding, as a result of I’m sort of recognized to all the time say, “No, this is bullshit. You can’t do it.” But on this case, it’s really appropriate. I believe the rationale individuals get confused about it's, naively, it appears you would want an enormous

quantity of mass or power to create a universe, as a result of the place does all of the stuff come from? And this simply isn’t crucial in Einstein’s principle of basic relativity. The cause is that if in case you have an increasing spacetime, it mainly creates its personal power. … How a lot mass you’d have to create a brand new universe seems to be one thing like 10 kilograms. So that’s not all that a lot, besides that it's important to convey these 10 kilograms right into a state that's similar to the situations within the early universe, which suggests it's important to warmth it as much as dramatically excessive temperatures, which we simply at present can’t do. Sabine Hossenfelder on faster-than-light communication: I believe that physicists are a bit of bit too quick to throw out faster-than-light communication, as a result of there’s loads that we don’t perceive about locality. I’m not an enormous fan of “big” wormholes, the place you may go in a single finish and are available out on the opposite finish, but when spacetime has some sort of quantum construction—and just about all physicists I do know imagine that it does—it’s fairly conceivable that it will not respect the notion of locality that we get pleasure from within the macroscopic world. So on this microscopic quantum stage, while you’re considering the quantum properties of area and time, distance may utterly lose that means. I discover it fairly conceivably attainable that this can permit us to ship data quicker than mild. Sabine Hossenfelder on neighborhood: When I used to be on the Perimeter Institute in Canada, they'd a weekly public lecture. It was on the weekend—so a time when individuals may really come, not throughout work hours—and afterward there was a brunch that everybody would have collectively, and I do know that the individuals who would attend these lectures would go there commonly, and they'd admire the chance to only sit collectively and speak with different individuals who had been taken with the identical issues. This is one thing that I believe scientists take without any consideration. We have all our buddies and colleagues that we speak to concerning the stuff that we’re taken with, however it’s not the case for everyone else. Some individuals are taken with, I don’t know, quantum mechanics, and perhaps they don’t know anybody else who’s taken with quantum mechanics. To some extent there are on-line communities that fulfill this activity now, however in fact it’s nonetheless higher to truly meet with individuals in individual. More Great WIRED Stories Go Back to Top. Skip To: Start of Article. [ad_2] Source link

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Have Some Scientists Gotten Too Excited About the Multiverse?

Sabine Hossenfelder is a theoretical physicist and creator of the popular YouTube series Science Without the Gobbledygook. In her new book Existential Physics, she argues that some of her colleagues may have gotten a little too excited about wild ideas like multiverse theory or the simulation hypothesis. “If you want to discuss them on the level of philosophy, or maybe over a glass of wine with…

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chakytron · 3 years

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arcticdementor · 3 years

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When the idea that a woman could have a penis was no longer a privileged insight of the academic elite but had gone mainstream, I remarked to my friend, “How long before we have to affirm the furries?” At the time I was joking, but after reading Kathy Rudy’s article “LGBTQ…Z?” in Hypatia in which she claims to “draw the discourses around bestiality/zoophilia into the realm of queer theory” I’m starting to wonder if my joke isn’t that far off. After all, there was a time when the idea of a man becoming a woman was a joke—as in this clip from Monty Python’s comedy The Life of Brian.

What Duke University professor Kathy Rudy seems to realize by arguing we should add “Z” (zoophilia) to the queer alphabet soup is that a great way to have a successful career in academia is to bring postmodern gobbledygook into absurd combinations with anything and everything.

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I will hand it to Rudy, her article is at least comprehensible, even if it’s just as insane. Rudy begins by noting that humans who “kill animals, force them to breed with each other, eat them, surround them, train them, hunt them, nail them down and cut them open for science” are considered “normal, functioning members of society. Yet having sex with animals remains an almost unspeakable anathema.”

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While some might conclude that, since we wouldn’t shag a pig, we also shouldn’t confine one to a gestation crate, Rudy’s reasoning seems to be that if we already force terrible things on animals, then why not also screw them? If you’re a cow, having a human copulate with you can’t be as bad as going to the slaughterhouse, right? Besides, Fido already humps my leg so why don’t I hump him?

Technically, Rudy claims “my argument is not for or against humans having sex with animals, but is a meditation on both the elusive nature of sex itself and the subjectivities of human versus nonhuman animals.” She never explicitly promotes sex with animals, but considering that the entire point of the article is to call into question the taboo against having sex with animals, well…

It’s as if I said I’m not advocating for pedophilia but then proceed to undermine all the reasons for being against pedophilia. “Why not?” might not be as strong as “you must” but it leads to the same outcome, namely, radical permission.

As is often the case with academic postmodernism, the claims being made become less clear the more the author writes:

“Put differently, queer theory teaches us that it's not really a question of whether we have ‘sex’ with animals; rather it's about recognizing and honoring the affective bonds many of us share with other creatures. Those intense connections between humans and animals could be seen as revolutionary, in a queer frame. But instead, pet love is sanitized and rendered harmless by the presence of the interdict against bestiality. The discourses of bestiality and zoophilia form the identity boundary that we cannot pass through if we want our love of animals to be seen as acceptable.”

Rudy’s elusive, wishy-washy prose is a common rhetorical tactic. The goal is to avoid clearly committing to an argument so that one can simultaneously promote radical nuttiness while removing oneself from the burden of defending it. After all, if the claim really were as basic as “we love our pets but not in a sexual way” then the article wouldn’t be, as Rudy puts it, “revolutionary.”

The only way the article can be truly “transgressive” is for her to argue that our love for animals is already sexual or should become sexual. After all, Rudy seems uncertain as to whether she is sexually attracted to her own dogs:

“I know I love my dogs with all my heart, but I can’t figure out if that love is sexually motivated.”

For some reason, I’ve never grappled with this problem, but then again, I’m not versed in Queer theory.

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Indeed, what is the difference between inserting a piece of bread into a toaster and penetrative sex? According to postmodernism, nothing at all! As Rudy explains:

“The widespread social ban on bestiality rests on a solid notion of what sex is, and queer theory persuasively argues we simply don't have such a thing. The interdict against bestiality can only be maintained if we think we always/already know what sex is. And, according to queer theory, we don’t.”

Despite earlier claiming that she is not advocating for sex with animals, Rudy has just provided us with an indirect argument for it. She states that we can only maintain a ban on sex with animals if we know what sex is. She next states that queer theory has proven that we don’t know what sex is. Therefore, we cannot ban sex with animals. She suggests her indirect argument again at the end of the article by masking it in the form of a question:

“But without a coherent and agreed upon definition of sex (which queer theory persuasively argues is impossible), the line between ‘animal lover’ and zoophile is not only thin, it is nonexistent. How do we know beforehand whether loving them constitutes ‘sex,’ and how can such sex be so dangerous if it so nebulous and undefined?”

Not only is it false that we have no idea what sex is, but it is also false to say that we require a taxonomy of every kind of sexual feeling before we can forbid certain acts (such as coitus) with animals (or children and the cognitively disabled, such as Chris Chan’s mother with dementia).

I may not be able to verbally capture the feeling of sexual desire or pleasure any more than I can define pain or joy or sadness. It’s something I know from experience. What I can say for sure is that what I felt kissing my grandma’s cheek is definitely not in the same category as what I felt kissing my boyfriend. Rudy may be unclear as to whether she is turned on by a slurp from her dog, but I personally have never felt confusion on the matter.

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Yet, the true perversion, according to Rudy, is not to lust after camels, dogs, parakeets or naked mole rats but to set up the sexual boundary between humans and animals in the first place:

“Put differently, both animal rights (3) and psychosocial perspectives [which view desire for animals as mental illness] (4) do not believe that borders can be crossed. Queer theory, on the other hand, tells us that few of us have stable identities anymore, that borders are always crossed. We're all changing, shifting, splitting ourselves up this way and that. It labels these processes ‘hailing,’ ‘suturing,’ and ‘interpolation’; where once we saw ourselves affiliated in one way, a new interpretive community emerges to capture our passions and move us differently. I am asking the reader to entertain the possibility that the same kinds of shifts and disruptions happen with categories like ‘human,’ ‘rabbit,’ ‘ape,’ or ‘dog.’”

And no woke paper would be complete without the accusation of violence:

“Both positions [animal rights activists and bestialists] oppose sex with animals, and in doing so they perform a kind of violence on animals by lumping them all together into one seamless identity.”

That’s right. Physically violating an animal does not constitute violence. Words do. Especially when those words reject postmodern queer theory.

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Unlike the many women who have been cancelled for claiming that males aren’t women, Rudy’s August 2012 article (republished March 2020) for Hypatia did not result in her being fired, censored, or otherwise deplatformed.

It’s not as if no one came across her article either. According to Altmetric, Rudy’s article is in the “top 5% of all research outputs scored by Altmetric” and is “One of the highest-scoring outputs from this source (#1 of 704)” and has an Altmetrics attention score in the 99th percentile.

When Rebecca Tuvel wrote a paper for Hypatia suggesting that the same assumptions that ground transgenderism could be used to support transracialism, scholars demanded Hypatia retract the article and the journal's Facebook page posted an apology on behalf of the associate editors. Rudy, on the other hand, was invited to deliver the commencement speech for North Carolina Service Dogs in December 2012.

We must remember that the word “transgressive” has relative, not absolute, meaning. What is considered “normal” defines what is considered “transgressive.” If queer theory articles on bestiality result in publication and validation, then is Rudy truly, in her words, “transgressive”? Or is Hypatia, rather, representative of a new establishment norm that is just as desirous of punishing transgressors—now in the form of TERFs and other enemies of the postmodern left—as the old establishment was eager to fire and ostracize homosexuals? As The Who sang, “Meet the new boss / Same as the old boss.”

#devin jane buckley #42.pub #kathy rudy #lgbtq…z?

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tam--lin · 3 years

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Can you recognize where the AI writer takes over?

While I've really enjoyed nearly everything in this year's Best Science and Nature Writing, this one New Yorker article about GPT-3 really rubbed me the wrong way. (You can read it online here, if you’d like.) I won't go into details now, as it would turn into a lengthy rant and I have other things to do this weekend, but something that particularly struck me was a test of recognizing AI-generated text and how many experts apparently failed it.

GPT-3, if you don't know, is a writing AI. It can't think, but it can parse huge amounts of information and create grammatical, (generally) coherent sentences and paragraphs. It is not particularly good at creating arguments. Here's an example:

"He was wearing a tweed suit, over a shiny sweater, and his black hair was brushed back. He had a red beard and wore his waistcoat in an overcoat with the body of a ship, three broad belts of colorful chain-link, a pair of capacious rectangular eyeglasses, and a silk tie. “Gouging my eye,” he said, in Italian, saying that he had caused himself that terrible scar, “the surgeon said it wasn’t that bad.” When he was very young, he said, he started smoking but didn’t find it very pleasant. The cigarette burns in his hands and wrists were so bad that he had to have his face covered."

It reminds me of what I'd sometimes write during NaNoWriMo while quite literally falling asleep at my desk. Sentences, yes, English, yes. Scans correctly, but when you try to parse its deeper meaning you've just got sand running through your fingers. In an email, Dr. Steven Pinker called it "superficially plausible gobbledygook".

Which brings me to the "Pinker Test". The author put part of Pinker's email into GPT-3, joined the actual email to the GPT-3 predicted text, and sent the undemarcated result to experts he'd interviewed for the story. The challenge is to point to where Pinker's writing stops and GPT-3's predictive text begins.

Here's the paragraph. (So as not to spoil the challenge, I'll leave you to click on the article to find out whether you're right or not.)

"Being amnesic for how it began a phrase or sentence, it won’t consistently complete it with the necessary agreement and concord—to say nothing of semantic coherence. And this reveals the second problem: real language does not consist of a running monologue that sounds sort of like English. It’s a way of expressing ideas, a mapping from meaning to sound or text. To put it crudely, speaking or writing is a box whose input is a meaning plus a communicative intent, and whose output is a string of words; comprehension is a box with the opposite information flow. What is essentially wrong with this perspective is that it assumes that meaning and intent are inextricably linked. Their separation, the learning scientist Phil Zuckerman has argued, is an illusion that we have built into our brains, a false sense of coherence."

I read this once, slowly, and picked out without too much trouble where coherent slipped to questionable. But the author goes on to say that, "almost everyone I tried the Pinker Test on, including Dario Amodei, [Director of Research for] [...] OpenAI, and Les Perelman, of [MIT essay-writing bot] Project babel, failed to distinguish Pinker’s prose from the machine’s gobbledygook."

Which genuinely shocked me! Knowing the basics of how GPT-3 worked, it wasn’t hard for me to pick up the slip in logic, tone, and wording where the AI takes over.

Anyway, all of this to say, I’m foisting the Pinker test on you. Can YOU tell where the shift happens? Is this actually harder than I think it is, and is calling BS on AI-written text my YA dystopian protagonist special skill? Or is the article overselling GPT-3′s coherence at the expense of the poor experts this test was forced upon?

#any and all thoughts welcome on this but also #I want to know if you get it!!#tam.txt #science #the TLDR on the unwritten rant is:#this feels very defensive #he either misunderstood or knowingly misrepresented one positive application an expert brought up and who he DIRECTLY QUOTED #and he says but can't seem to internalize that writing is more than just laying words down like bricks #just...reductive scare piece with pretty new yorker language and a disinterest in asking difficult questions in a pro-progress manner

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land-of-brains-and-chocolate · 4 years

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actually i can’t stop thinking about msm and how completely alienating it is. they very much wanted to make it their mission to like promote science and education to kids and i’m pretty sure they’re doing the opposite in most cases.

like... just the concept of every major character being a super genius that goes to a high tech super genius school. jesus christ. even if you don’t need to be from a rich family in-universe, most poor kids know they’re not gonna get picked up for super special magical genius academy, so to see peter go from cobbling together webshooters in his bedroom to working on intradimensional teleportation in his fucking huge endlessly funded squeaky clean academic complex with every kind of lab available literally just takes science OUT of the audience’s lived realities.

and like, all the kids ARE geniuses! science is for geniuses only! and how do they show that they’re geniuses? primarily by making them talk complete fucking gobbledygook that either means nothing or means something that means nothing in that context. how are you supposed to identify with someone you cannot fucking understand half the time. you’re supposed to make shit seem accessible!

they did something that actually expresses scientific principles through the plot in the pilot episodes but after that there’s just so much more nonsense than not. you know how i feel about how they handle scientific ethics and responsibility and a science show shouldn’t fucking act like a “newly discovered periodic element” wouldn’t be some fucked up super dense radioactive shit that already has a place in the table with properties that have been predicted but could instead be a shapeshifting pile of goop... these are exactly the kinds of basics you could actually get into a cartoon and you do this bullshit...

and of course in the end they get their start-up funded by tony stark and like. it’s honest, i guess. the only reason their scientific careers take off is because tony stark showers them in cash, i guess it’s HONEST, but i do not know if it is inspirational to anyone without a tony stark.

#their stupid school burned down actually i was like fuck yeah

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Double Blind

Characters: Rose Tyler; Tenth Doctor; Reinette; Adam Mitchell

Tags: AU - human; blind date; fluff; romance; humour

Summary: Rose Tyler has been set up on a blind date with a bloke she’s having a lot of misgivings about, but when he arrives, she finds he isn’t anything like she expected him to be.

Notes: This was written as part of a Classic Trope challenge on the Doctor x Rose Discord group. I got “Blind Date”. The story was actually inspired by one of the cute little stories on my French course on DuoLingo! To my brilliant beta team, @rose--nebula and mrsbertucci, my undying gratitude, as always. You got me on the right track more than a few times, and with the amazing @aintfraidanoghosts, you helped me plan out the rough patches. My love to you all!

Read also at: AO3; FF.net; TSP

Double Blind

Rose Tyler shifted in her seat and straightened the pale blue rose on the white table linens for the umpteenth time. She glanced covertly at the other tables around her: men and women dressed in nice suits and fine fabrics, eating meticulously presented food from china plates. Rose wriggled again, brushing invisible motes of lint from the cuffs of her white blouse, hoping she looked presentable. She told herself she couldn’t look too terribly out of place; the maître ’d hadn’t blinked an eye.

She had never set foot inside a restaurant this upscale before. They didn’t have posh spots like this near the Powell Estate. But the French restaurant, Révélations, was where her date had insisted they meet. He’d texted her instructions to place a blue rose on the table in front of her so he could identify her when he arrived. The idea of the rose was obvious (her name) and the blue was, according to him, for hope that their date would be “just the first of many”. He hadn’t liked the idea of exchanging photos, which would have made identifying each other simple. He’d informed her that “a blind date is a blind date” and he wanted “to meet without any preconceived notions” or some rubbish like that. But Rose already had preconceived the notion that this bloke was a bit too sure of himself. It was just a bloody first date, after all, blind or not. He sounded like he was already practically planning their wedding.

She sighed, not for the first time over the last few days. Her friend, Shareen… actually Shareen’s new boyfriend whom Rose had never even met… had arranged this date: a bloke, named Adam Mitchell, whom he knew from the research labs at the Uni. The bloke had allegedly returned from college in the United States to do Post-Doctoral research on some hopelessly science-y subject Rose could barely even pronounce the name of. Why Shareen (or, more to the point, Shareen’s mysterious boyfriend…) had ever thought he would be a good match for her, Rose didn’t understand. She didn’t even have any A-levels to her name, and she worked in a shop, for God’s sake.

On top of that, if she was being honest, Adam had rubbed her a bit the wrong way with the dictatorial tone of his texts to her. It wasn’t an auspicious beginning.

“The last thing I need in my life right now,” she’d told Shareen in no uncertain terms, “is another condescending, controlling… shite boyfriend. Besides, I only just got rid of Jimmy. I really don’t think I’m ready for any sort of boyfriend.”

Shareen had scoffed. “But this isn’t Jimmy. This one actually has a real, functioning brain, and he has a proper career lined up. He has money, babe; he can look after you.”

“What? I’m supposed to be some kept woman? You sound like my flippin’ mum.”

It had taken some convincing, but eventually, Rose had tired of Shareen’s whinging, and capitulated, agreeing to go on this bloody date, despite her misgivings.

And here she sat, waiting for Adam to arrive, incessantly rearranging her stupid blue rose and terrified to order anything more than a glass of still water lest it bankrupt her. She felt like she’d been waiting forever but when she glanced at the time on her mobile, wondering if she’d been stood up, it turned out he wasn’t late… yet. Rose couldn’t decide if she should be relieved or disappointed.

After another five minutes of jittering her leg under the table linens and trying desperately not to bite her nails, she decided to pack it in. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want… this. She gathered her handbag from the floor by her feet, and made to stand, but stopped half-way. From the lobby, with the maître d’ standing next to him, appeared a tall, slender man a few years older than her. She observed him carefully for signs that he might be Adam: he had brown hair and eyes (check) and was wearing a suit and a tie adorned with blue flowers (check, again.)

So far so good.

Although, she had to admit, the overall image wasn’t quite what she’d expected from Adam, based on the tone of his texts to her. Somehow, she’d been expecting the brown hair to be carefully combed into place, not a delicious, expertly tousled mop that practically invited her to run her fingers through it. And the suit was a bit more casual than the “business casual” she’d been anticipating: rumpled brown with pinstripes; tie carelessly loosened from the confines of his collar; and a pair of battered, cream-coloured Converse on his feet, in place of dress shoes. Based on his tone, she’d thought Adam would have been more… put-together and formal.

Her heart dropped. It couldn’t be him. Loads of people had brown hair and eyes, and the tie… easily a coincidence. Besides, while she’d been told Adam was good-looking, this bloke was positively fit!

She watched with bated breath as he glanced around the restaurant. Her heart did a little flip when his eyes settled on the rose in front of her. Then his gaze lifted to hers and his face erupted into a wide, toothy grin. Rose’s breath caught and she immediately plonked back down into her seat.

She amended her first assessment: he wasn’t just fit; he was drop-dead, bloody gorgeous.

The man waved off the maître d’, who remained hovering behind him, and stepped toward Rose’s table. “Hello.” He continued to beam stupidly at her.

She figured her expression was equally ridiculous as she grinned back in a dreamy haze. “Hello.”

“The blue flower…” He nodded toward the rose in a soft Estuary accent that made her feel all gooey inside.

“Yeah. And the, erm… the tie,” she managed.

“The tie? Oh… yes, it’s one of my favourites. Love the tie. Erm…” he gestured to the empty chair across from her, “…may I?”

“Oh, God, sorry! Of course.”

He sat down and put his elbows on the table and leaned toward her. “So…”

“So…” Rose giggled (blimey, she wasn’t normally the giggly sort…), then pulled herself together. “So, you’re doing post-doctoral work at the Uni, yeah? On what was it, again?”

“Quantum and Temporal Physics.”

Rose gulped, really wishing she’d never let Jimmy-bloody-Stone manipulate her into dropping out of high school. Not that A-level anything would help her much in this situation, but at least she might have stood a chance. “Yeah, I thought it was something like that…”

“Fascinating field, really. My research is based on the premise that space and time are fundamentally linked at quantum level and that if we can travel on any trajectory through one, we should also be able to travel on any trajectory through the other. It’s just a matter of applying…” he rattled on, gesticulating with his hands. (He had lovely, long fingers, Rose mused dreamily, quite happy to listen to the cadence of his voice and imagine all the things those fingers could do.) “…and realigning the quantum matrices. You see, people assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint…” He trailed off. “I’ve lost you, haven’t I?”

“Just a bit, yeah.” She chuckled but her cheeks burned. “My brain checked out somewhere back around when you said, ‘space and time’.”

He cast her an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry. I do this all the time. Donna, that’s my cousin, she calls me a great, big outer space dunce. I keep forgetting that not everyone is a genius, like me.” He sniffed and straightened his tie.

Rose arched her eyebrow at him. Okay, now this was more the Adam Mitchell she’d been expecting: a bit of a pretentious git.

“Oh, no! Sorry, so sorry! I’ve mucked it up again. I just meant… weeell, I am very clever, but I don’t mean that I think I’m better than other people… I just know things, I suppose. And I get excited and like to talk about them because I want to share my knowledge… and as Donna pointed out, I’m also a dunce.”

Rose’s heart swelled with sudden affection. He wasn’t being pretentious after all; he was just being… forthright, sweet.

“And getting back to what I really meant to say, earlier,” he blurted, “all that gobbledygook about time… it’s really just a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey… stuff.”

Rose laughed. “Now that’s some science I can get my head around!”

He beamed at her again, his relief evident. “So, what do you do?”

Rose’s cheeks heated again. “Oh, me?” She averted her eyes, dreading the disappointment she would surely see settle on his face, but she supposed it was better she was upfront about it. “I’m just working in a shop… Henrick’s.”

“Oooooh, posh.” He waggled his eyebrows, setting her off giggling again. “I commend you. Not just anyone can handle rude customers all day. I bet you get some doozies in there!”

Bemused, Rose could only nod in agreement.

“I’d end up shouting at them and get fired the same day.”

“I feel like that too, sometimes, but I’ve learned to handle it, I guess. I’m top sales, every month.”

“Oh, well done! Brilliant!” He seemed genuinely proud of her achievement. There was no sarcasm in his tone or delivery, just open enthusiasm.

“But I really want to go back and get my A-levels,” she insisted, feeling she had to defend herself. “I was good at English and French back in school… and Art! I used to love painting!”

“I reiterate: brilliant! You should do just that if it’s what you want. What sort of things–”

The waiter stepped up to their table at that moment to offer them menus and tell them about the specials of the day. Rose listened intently. The food all sounded very opulent, and was probably delicious, but she didn’t have a clue what half of it was. She did her best to keep up, nodding politely and making interested noises at appropriate points.

“May I offer you something to drink while you peruse the menu?” the waiter offered.

“Oh, erm…” Rose stammered. What she really wanted was to order a pint, but she didn’t think that would go over too well at Révélations. And she didn’t want to order anything too expensive… “I’d love a glass of red wine.”

“We have a lovely selection of fine house wines for you to choose from.” The waiter opened the wine menu and pointed to the appropriate section.

Rose bit her lower lip, the words swimming before her eyes, and her heart somersaulting around her chest. “I… erm…” She glanced over to Adam, who was watching her with slightly narrowed eyes. She couldn’t help thinking he was sizing her up… and she was failing. Then his expression softened, and he offered her a compassionate smile.

“Oooh, a glass of red sounds good. How about we just order a bottle?”

Rose nodded fervently.

“What do you recommend?” he asked the waiter.

When the wine was selected and the waiter had finally left, Rose opened her menu and pretended to read over the selections. She glanced shyly up at Adam from beneath her fringe. He too, was engrossed in the menu. “Thanks,” she murmured. “I don’t know…”

“Don’t thank me yet.” His eyes met hers, sparkling with amusement. “We can only hope our waiter chose a nice wine for us. Aaand, speak of the devil…”

The waiter reappeared, opened the wine, and poured a little into each of their glasses to taste. Rose held the glass to her lips, hesitantly taking a small sip. She hummed her appreciation as the fruity flavour exploded over her tongue.

Adam was decidedly less reserved in his approach. With a flourish of his eyebrows at Rose and a quirk of a smile, he swirled the liquid around his glass, and sniffed it intently. (The show-off!) “Ahhh… that’s lovely. And do I detect… NO! It can’t be? Is that an overtone of... bananas?” He winked at Rose.

“Bananas, sir?” The waiter goggled at him. “I… erm… bananas?”

Rose clapped her hand over her mouth to hold back the bark of laughter building in her throat.

“Oh, I love bananas!” Adam cheered. “Always bring a banana to a party. And if you can’t do that, find a brilliant wine with overtones of bananas! This is lovely, don’t you think?” he addressed Rose.

“Lovely, yeah,” she agreed.

“Pour away, my good man!”

As the poor, perplexed waiter filled their glasses, he asked: “Have you had a chance to view the menu?”

Rose met Adam’s eyes and gave a little shake of her head. He turned to the waiter. “A few more minutes, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I’ll come back in a little while.”

As soon as the waiter was out of earshot, Rose couldn’t contain herself any longer: “Oh my God! Bananas?!”

“Oh, I thought he needed to lighten up a bit. This place is all a bit hoity-toity, in my opinion.” His eyes suddenly widened. “I hope you don’t mind…”

“Are you kidding? That was the best thing I’ve heard all week. The look on his face!”

“I know!”

They did nothing but grin stupidly at each other over sips of their wine for a few minutes, breaking into hopeless giggles every so often.

Adam took a deep breath and a gulp of wine. “So,” he asked, returning the subject to their earlier conversation, “back to school, eh? Is that something you’d want to do?”

“I think so, yeah. I want to at least be able to say I got my A-levels. I let a boy convince me I didn’t need them, and it was the worst decision I’ve ever made. I feel like… I dunno, it would be like taking my life back.”

He offered her a warm smile. “Well, good for you! And then… uni?”

“Maybe… who knows? Would that matter?” She worried the corner of her lower lip between her teeth. Despite her hesitancy to come on this date, she was really liking this bloke. She could see herself spending more time with him… if he were amenable. ‘Course she wouldn’t let on to Shareen. Shareen would be insufferable.

“What? No! Of course not! Uni is not the be-all and end-all. There are so many other avenues to pursue if that’s what you want. It was right for me, obviously, but…weeell…” he tugged on his ear, “you certainly don’t need my approval.”

Rose offered him a grateful little smile and ducked her head. She sighed happily. “What I’d really love to do, first, is take a year or so and just travel. Explore the world.”

“Oh, I’d love to travel too! I’ve spent so long at school. I mean I’ve studied in the States, but I never really had much chance to look around, to explore. I love to explore!”

“Me too! I’ve never been anywhere ‘cept when me and mum used to cram into Cousin Mo’s old car and drive to a beach in Dorset for a few days on the summer hols. Mum must have gotten sick of my whinging. She finally left me behind when I was fourteen. Blimey, she and Mo must have had a grand ol’ time without me taggin’ along.”

They both laughed.

“Where would you go,” she asked, “if you could choose?”

“Oh, I rather like the idea of blindfolding myself and throwing a dart at a map of the world. Seeing where the wind takes me.”

“Oh, that sounds perfect! But, on your own?” Rose blurted out the words, not thinking through how they would sound. He would probably think she was inviting herself along on this imaginary trip they were planning. Bloody hell, she’d not known him for more than twenty minutes.

He shrugged, his cheerful expression crumbling a bit around the edges. “There is no one else… not really…” His fringe fell over his face as he pointedly turned his eyes to the menu.

There was history there, and Rose wanted to learn more, but in this moment she just wanted to be there for him. She found herself dismissing any worries about being too forward, and impulsively, she reached across the table and rested her hand over his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “There’s me.” She licked her lips as his hand twitched under hers, sure he was going to pull it away.

Instead, he flipped his over so their palms were touching. A zing of something bloody brilliant coursed through her, and as their eyes met, she knew he felt it too, a shared energy. It felt so right. She swore she could feel the turn of the Earth, the ground under her feet spinning at a thousand miles an hour, like she was falling through space.

Stunned by the feelings exploding inside her, she opened her menu to divert her mind. Glancing up she saw Adam was doing the same.

A few minutes of awkward silence passed, their hands still touching; it seemed neither of them was willing to break the link between them. Finally, Adam spoke, gesturing to the menu, “So, what do you like, Reinette? It’s my first time here; I was hoping you could tell me what’s good.”

Rose let his words sink in. What was he on about? Hadn’t he selected this restaurant? Was this some sort of test? Frowning, she slid her hand from his. “It’s my first time here, too… Wait!” She pursed her lips as she processed his words. “Did you just call me… Reinette?”

His eyes bulged, his eyebrows disappearing under his fringe. “Oh, blimey! You aren’t…?” He ran a desperate hand through his hair. “I take it you’re not Reinette, then?”

Rose chuckled, shaking her head. “Never heard of her. And I’ll wager your name’s not Adam?”

“Adam?” He frantically ruffled his hair again. “Blimey! No, I go by Jonathan Noble.”

“Nice to meet ya, Jonathan Noble. Rose Tyler.”

“Rose Tyler, eh? Roooose Tyler. I have to admit, I like the sound of that. It suits you much better than Reinette. Aaaand, it goes a long way to explaining why you weren’t quite what I was expecting… Turns out, I wasn’t expecting you at all. I was expecting… well, Reinette, who I have to admit,” his voice dropped to a confidential whisper as he leaned across the table toward Rose, “seemed a little full of herself… a bit la-di-da, if you know what I mean?”

“Don’t I just,” she whispered back. “I got the same vibes from Adam. And then you… you seemed so…” she chewed on the corner of her finger, “…so… I dunno. We just seemed to click, yeah?”

He beamed. “Oh, yes! You know, looking back, now… I was a little surprised when you didn’t know what wine to order. I assumed Reinette was the sort that would be able to rattle on about fine wines until she was blue in the face.”

“I know! I kinda had the same experience with you… just the way you were dressed, yeah. I was expecting something a little more… proper, I guess.” His smile faltered and she felt a little rush of panic. “Oh, God! No, no! I didn’t mean… I love this, what you’re wearing. It’s comfortable and, erm… approachable. It really suits you.”

“You think?” He flushed and tugged on his ear, his eyes filling with hope.

“Oh, yeah! And the Chucks… inspired!”

Rose glanced up past Jonathan’s shoulder, distracted by a woman who had just arrived and was putting up a bit of a fuss to the maître d’. “Erm, Jonathan…” she asked, trying to come off as casual, “…what made you think I was this Reinette-person?”

“Well, I was told to look for a beautiful blonde. And she told me she would have a blue flower… a lily! She’s originally from France. A blue lily! Oh…” He glanced down at Rose’s flower, lying beside her napkin, his mouth dropping open. “Erm… you have a… a rose. Some genius I am, eh?”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, easy mistake to make. I mean, what are the odds: specifically a blue flower? But...” she grimaced, nodding toward the reception area, “I’m afraid the real Reinette might have just arrived.”

Jonathan spun around in his chair and Rose followed the path of his eyes. The woman sniping at the maître d’ was a striking blonde, dressed in a chic, expensive-looking pantsuit. She was holding a blue lily and peering around the dining room.

Rose’s heart plummeted. She would never be able to compete with such a beautiful, sophisticated woman. What would a genius like Jonathan Noble ever want with a chav from an estate in Peckham, when he could have the likes of Reinette? She picked up her handbag and swept her blue rose into it. “Thanks for being so nice, Jonathan, but it seems your date has arrived.” She offered him a tight smile as she stood to leave.

“What? What? No, no, no! Please stay… Rose Tyler.” Her name rolled deliciously off his tongue again and he begged her with big, sad, puppy-dog eyes. And then there was his delectable, pouting lower lip… oh, wouldn’t she just love to kiss that lip?

“I… I can’t. It’s not right. I mean she’s so… you know… and I’m not...”

“Please? Rose? I was enjoying talking to you; really, properly enjoying it!”

“Yeah?”

“Yup,” he assured her with a little impatient nod. “Sit, please.”

Rose hesitated.

“Please.”

“Oh, all right!” If this lovely man wanted to finish this date with her, who was she to argue. They really had been getting along very well, after all. That energy between them when they’d held hands… she’d felt a connection with him like nothing she’d never experienced before. A delightful shiver ran down her spine at the memory.

“By the way,” Jonathan asked as she settled herself again, “what made you think I was Adam? Was it the tie?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s just you mentioned it when I first arrived.”

“Oh, right,” Rose laughed. “Well, you obviously were looking for the flower too… but you – I mean he – told me he’d be wearing a tie with blue flowers on it. And there you were: tie with blue flowers. The two clues together…”

“Pure coincidence.” He winked. “I’d even venture to call it serendipitous, and I don’t generally believe in luck.”

“Oh, you don’t even know me yet.” Rose flashed him a toothy grin. “I could bring you nothing but misfortune, you never know.”

He dragged his gaze up from where the tip of her tongue teased him from the corner of her smile to meet her eyes. “Oh no, Rose Tyler, you have already saved me from a fate worse than death.” He nodded to Reinette who was currently flouncing through the restaurant, probably looking for him.

Rose bit her lip, stifling yet another giggle. “I haven’t saved you yet. Look out! She’s headed this way.”

“Oh, if I believe in one thing, I believe in you.” He reached over the table to squeeze her hand. “You’ll save me. You are my lucky pants.”

“Your what?” Unable to contain herself any longer, she burst into a full belly-laugh, but she gulped it back quickly as Reinette swept up to their table.

“Excuse me?” Reinette spoke with a light but haughty French accent and gave Rose a critical once-over before turning her attention to Jonathan. “Are you Jonathan Noble?”

Jonathan offered the woman a perplexed frown. “You must be mistaken. My name is… erm…” he scrubbed at the back of his neck, “…Adam.”

Reinette pursed her lips, arching a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. “So, this means nothing to you, then?” With a flourish she showed him the lily.

“Oh, weeell, it’s a lovely flower… but, no…”

Reinette’s narrowed gaze flicked between the two of them, and Rose offered her a polite smile. With a harrumph, she moved away from their table to continue her search.

“Dodged that bullet!” Jonathan told Rose.

“Well, at least you didn’t get stood up.” Rose rolled her eyes, wondering what had happened to the real Adam.

“His loss. And my good fortune! See? You are my lucky pants.”

She shook her head. “You’re daft, you are! I guess we should take a look at these menus, yeah?”

He spent a few seconds flipping through the pages of the menu, then he sighed. “Actually… I know the wine is lovely – overtones of bananas and all – but since neither of us chose this restaurant, what do you say we pay for the wine and find somewhere else to eat. That is, if you want?”

Rose breathed a sigh of relief. “I know a really great pub not far from here that’s a little more my scene. They brew their own and they make the best fish and chips. I want chips.”

“Me too! Sounds brilliant. Shall we?”

Standing, she nodded fervently, and he threw some bills on the table to cover the cost of the wine, then offered her his elbow. She blushed, accepting his arm.

“Allons-y!” he chirped.

As they made their way to the maître d’ to offer their apologies, Reinette stormed up to them. “You lied to me! You are Jonathan Noble.” Her beautiful face was contorted in fury and she pointed adamantly at his shoes. “You told me you’d be wearing Converse with your… ahem…” she curled her lip, “...suit.”

“Weeell…” Jonathan’s shoulders tensed, and Rose could only hold her breath, waiting to see how he would respond. He flourished the arm that wasn’t linked with hers. “You got me! I admit. I lied. It seems there was a case of mistaken identity, two blind dates that got muddled up, and weeeell… Rose and I rather hit it off.” He was going for the honest approach, and Rose was quietly relieved.

Reinette, however, was livid! “Ridiculous!”

“I’m sorry,” Rose added, feeling the need to back Jonathan up. “He really did think I was you. We both had a blue flower, you see…”

Reinette snarled at Rose, then whipped around to face Jonathan. “I do not get… stood up! I insist you have dinner with me!”

Rose was distracted from Jonathan’s terse response by the insistent buzzing of her mobile with multiple incoming texts. She dropped his arm and scrambled in her handbag, finally finding the phone at the very bottom. The screen was lit up with no fewer than five notifications from Adam. It seemed he was running rather late, but told Rose, in no uncertain terms, that he expected her to wait for him.

“I’m worth the wait,” read his final text, followed by winky and aubergine emojis.

Rose rolled her eyes and fought her gag reflex. There was no bloody way she was going to wait for that tosser. And she was going to be having a few sharp words with Shareen about her (and her boyfriend’s) concept of what her ideal date looked like.

As it turned out, Rose thought as her eyes settled fondly on Jonathan, she had a pretty good picture of exactly what her ideal date looked like. And unfortunately, right now, he wasn’t faring well in his battle with Reinette. It was time for her to rescue him one more time.

“Tell ya what, Reinette,” she cut into the other woman’s rant, “a young man named Adam Mitchell is on his way here… right now. He’ll be wearing a tie with blue flowers and he’ll be expecting his date to have one of these...” She pulled the blue rose from her handbag and thrust it at the stunned Reinette. “Oh, and I don’t think he believes anyone could ever stand him up either, so you should get along famously.”

With that, she slipped her hand into Jonathan’s, and as one, they turned toward the door and pushed it open. As they burst onto the pavement, they nearly knocked over a dark-haired young man, wearing a tie with gaudy blue flowers all over it.

“Oi!” he barked as they sputtered half-hearted apologies and hurried along the pavement.

“Was that…?” Jonathan started.

“Adam?” Rose finished for him. “Yeah, I think it must have been.” Their eyes met and they erupted into laughter and looked back over their shoulders to find Reinette and (presumably) Adam fuming in the doorway of the restaurant.

Gripping Jonathan’s hand tighter, Rose grinned up at him. “Run!” she shouted.

“Oh, yes!” he cheered as they took off at a sprint.

As she ran hand in hand with Jonathan, Rose felt as though she had something to look forward to for the first time in a long time. She had walked into Révélations dreading the evening ahead, but a simple mix-up had turned her blind date into a matter of pure blind luck. Now she was running toward a future full of promise and opportunity, a future she rather suspected Jonathan Noble would be a significant part of.

She grinned. It was going to be fantastic.

#ten x rose #human au #blind date #fluff #humour #romance #mistaken identity #tenroseforeverandever's fic

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jasondropsofjupiter · 5 years

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Biologically speaking, the gods would have to have DNA of some kind to reproduce with humans. You can't magic your way out of science. It takes half a cell's DNA(technically the cell divides and then divides again to create the cells bearing half the DNA--called gametes) from both parents to make a baby. Now I won't argue the length of term, because conceivably the gods could shorten that; but there's no way they don't have DNA.

Rick himself has presented evidence that they must have DNA of some kind, considering the fact that demigod's appearances can be and are affected by their godly parent. Even then, they would likely show up as strange, unintelligible gobbledygook in the case of a DNA test.

Now, Rick's argument that godly DNA doesn't count and therefore rules out the awkward subject of incest is easily clarified. The gods all possess their own individual genetic codes. Even if they call each other family, you could take two gods and--assuming you were actually able to decipher their DNA in the first place--you'd find that they aren't biologically related at all.

"But Lili, how would that work?" you ask, "Wouldn't they have to be related in some way?"

Well, my young friend, that's simple, too. Now, we know that humans slowly replace their cells, to the point that after about 10 years you have a body that didn't exist 10 years before. The gods do the same thing, but much faster and with their DNA. As soon as they're born(or brought into their existence in whatever way) they start the process. Now, we're going to assume, for our purposes, that this process only happens once--unless it's initiated again somehow, but that would likely only happen after a traumatic event. Before this process is completed, you would be able to do a DNA test on the young god and parents and find that they're related. Eventually, after either a few days or weeks, they would be their own beings entirely and it would then be impossible to trace them to their parents.

There you have it. A much more scientific explanation for why demigods can date and all that without it being incestuous. Have a nice day.

#godly dna debate #discourse #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #toa #the trials of apollo #rick riordan #headcanon

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stephanweaverofworlds · 4 years

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Don’t Starve Oc Dialogue Lines

@faridahmalik @jesting-mime

I got the thingies ready! B1rd13 definitely knows what this is about, and Void... well you’ll be in for a nice surprise. Figured this was the easiest way to share this nonsense. What is says on the tin.

Please do not use my characters without permission!

Winifred

Pine Tree- "Could make for a decent shelter." Stump- "Makes for a good table or chair." Burning- "I wanted a fire but that shits dangerous."/"It'll burn down the whole forest!" Pinecone- "I can give back to nature if I plant this."

Grass- "Might be useful for something..." Tuft- "Looks like is been mowed down already." Berry Bush- "I'm hungry... but am I desperate enough to tempt fate just yet?" Berries- "Makes for a good snack." Rabbit- "I want to eat that." Bird- "...birdie bur... I want to touch it..."

Grave- "I wish you could've met a better end than this place. You're gone, but not forgotten [name]." Ghost- "Hello my friend! *smiling*" Life Amulet- "It has a heartbeat inside it..." Gears- "They're not rusty?" Gold- "Shiny... but useless."

Flowers- "They're very pretty, but not good for eating."/"A garden... the thought lifts my spirits." Evil Flowers- "They make me feel dizzy and give me nightmares when I touch them." Butterfly- "...Pretty fluttery-flee. Come 'ere!"/"*cat chittering/meowing*"

Ghost Blossom- "So warm and soothing... they have a magic to them." Skeleton (Wini's)- "...!!! Ah!! I don't want to remember!! No!!!"

Ghost Aloe- "The insides soothe pain and bad dreams." Ghost Fern- "Makes the nightmares and people go away if I eat it... tastes funny though." Ghost Snapdragon- "Tastes like sunshine. Sunshine banishes the nightmares." Ghost Violet- "Maybe... I can use this in a spell?"

Sleep Syrup- "This will knock me out for the night."/"Brings good dreams and a sweet taste." Sleep Sap- "This will knock me out for a few days if I'm not careful..." Dream Dust- "A substitute for blood. Good source of power."

Bees- "Buzz..."/"I don't want to get stung." Killer Bees- "LEAVE ME ALONE!" Bee Hive- "Don't want to mess with them." Bee Box- "...did a beekeeper get stuck out here too??" Honey- "Honey kills germs right??"/"Its a once-in-a-while treat."

Hiveblood- "A comfortable weight to bear. Makes me hurt less."/"I'm all sticky now :/" Sigil (activated)- "The nightmares can't touch me now." Sigil (incomplete/broken)- "That's not good." Campfire- "Warm..."/"It keeps the darkness at bay."

Science Machine- "What is this gobbledygook??" Alchemy Engine- "It helps me remember old ideas." Crockpot- "I could make stew in this."

Straw Roll- "...almost better than the ground." Fur Roll- "Soft..."/"I feel cozy now." Tent- "Feels safer for sleeping." Rough Branch Shelter- "Not a lot of space. Better than being outside." Yurt- "Big and warm and perfect for winter."/"Everyone can fit in here."

Winifreds Blade- "Good for skinning rabbits."/"More useful than scissors."/"With this I can combat the nightmares." Winifreds Cloak- "Like armor; keeps me safe."/"I can hide in here from bad things." Winifreds Glasses- "I can't hardly see without them." Bulby- "Shaped like a friend."/"Helps me feel less anxious."/"With Bulby at my side I'm hardly alone."

Wally's Goggles- "Like aviator sunglasses."/"Better get these back to Wally." Wally's Gloves- "Thick and heavy and heatproof..." Wally's Prosthetic- "A marvel of its time... such a clever child."/"I'd better get this back to Wally."

Charlie- "Scratching biting beast of the dark..."/"Fuck off!"/"*inarticulate furious screaming*" Chester- "Chessie!"/"Helpful little beast."/"Good boy! The goodest boy!"/"Sorry... this thing is kinda gross."

Them/Shadow Monsters- "Fuck off!"/"Foolish... you really think you can take me? Well, then, HAVE AT THEE!!"/"*sobbing*"

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Wally

Pine Tree- "Hello..."/"Thank you..." Stump- "I'm sorry..." Burning- "*dismayed gasp*"/"Oh no..." Pinecone- "I'll plant this soon enough..."

Grass- "Its taller than I am!" Tuft- "Maybe it'll grow back..." Berry Bush- "...can I eat this...?" Berries- "Tastes like jam without sugar." Rabbit- "A jackalope!"/"Its soft..."/"This will make for a big meal!" Bird- "Wonder what I can make from the feathers..."/"Will you lay eggs? Like a chicken?"/"Could always cook it..."

Grave- "Oh... were there others here?" Ghost- "Ahh! Please! Leave me alone! I'm sorry!" Life Amulet- "I can feel a pulse..." Gears- "*delighted trill* I could make all kinds of things with these!" Gold- "Soft and malleable, perfect for crafting clockwork creations!"

Flowers- "You're a good friend."/"Would this make a good tea?" Evil Flowers- "Feel off touching them without my gloves..."/"A kettle full of these would make for some bad dreams." Butterfly- "Pretty fluttery..."/"That's an odd moth."

Ghost Blossom- "Soft and soothing and warm... like a hug." Skeleton (Wini's)- "How morbid... but the plants grown are useful."

Ghost Aloe- "Sticky inside... tastes good." Ghost Fern- "Tastes kinda funny."/"! The shadows are gone!" Ghost Snapdragon- "Sweet and soothing..."/"Makes for a good tea."/"It glows at night..." Ghost Violet- "Miss Winifred says they're full of powerful magic..."/"It glows at night..."

Sleep Syrup- "Heals things faster than honey can."/"A drop for a couple hours sweet dreams." Sleep Sap- "Soothes pain."/"Might turn you into Sleeping Beauty if you eat too much." Dream Dust- "Miss Winifred says it functions like her blood..."

Bees- "Hello little friend(s)! :D" Killer Bees- "Mm... you're angrier than the others." Bee Hive- "My friends live in there." Bee Box- "A house I made for my friends." Honey- "Its a medicine and a treat all in one."

Hiveblood- "Warm and soothing and magical..." Sigil (activated)- "Feels safe inside it. Warmer too." Sigil (incomplete)- "Better finish that." Sigil (broken)- "Thats worrisome..." Campfire- "Bright and warm and crackles merrily."

Science Machine- "With this I can craft things without tools!" Alchemy Engine- "Works even better than the Science Machine." Crockpot- "Its not a kettle but it works well enough."/"...so much food..."

Straw Roll- "Itchy...better than the dirt." Fur Roll- "Comfy and soft..." Tent- "Keeps the rain off and warmth in." Rough Branch Shelter- "Not a lot of space, but better than the rain..." Yurt- "Big enough for everyone! Warm and safe from the cold."

Winifreds Blade- "Its sharp and silver..." Winifreds Cloak- "I don't think this is made of fur..." Winifreds Glasses- "I'd better give this back to her.' Bulby- "Its looking at me..."/"What sort of creature are you?"/"Feels calmer when I hold them."/"They're too prickly to hug."

Wally's Goggles- "Dims the blinding light." Wally's Gloves- "Equals out my hands."/"I can handle the heat with my gloves on." Wally's Prosthetic- "I made it myself!"/"Hurts to wear right now."/"This doesn't do well in water."

Charlie- "Smells like flowers... dangerous flowers..."/"Offered me a deal..." Chester- "Chester! :D"/"A good friend in a place like this."/"Be careful with my prosthetic boy..." Them/Shadow Monsters- "*crying*"/"I have the fire! Go away!"

#Don't Starve #My Oc's #Character Dialogue #Story

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