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Adding "figure out differences between RPG Maker 2000/2003/XP/MV" to my to-do list. And I suppose "actually make something with them" too, that would also be good to do.

it was a really good deal

$radiantfracture: A ladybug faces forest armageddon (Everything is on Fire)$

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It occurs to me that some folks might want to know about CAIABB (Canadian Authors and Illustrators Against Book Bans) and even, you know, join. But I keep forgetting to bump it here.

In the wake of US Supreme Court reinforcement of the ban on children's books that discuss LGBTQ+ and racialized experiences, my pals Kari Jones and Robin Stevenson founded Canadian Authors and Illustrators Against Book Bans.

Robin's book about an adorable puppy at a pride parade was the target of a particularly nasty spew of vitriol. Robin is perhaps the kindest, most generous person in the world, and she gets incredible amounts of hate for making affirming books for queer kids and families.

There's a Linktree here, but most of the action is on Instagram.

(ETA:

bibliofile points out that they are also on Bluesky.)

Note: CAIABB is not directly affiliated with the American organization Authors Against Book Bans, but they cooperate with similar orgs, like PEN.

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ailelie

To get this scene, you have to choose Frey's route and then eat lunch with him in the archives. Then you must offer to nap with him. It doesn't really linger on the emotions at all, which is something I may end up revising. Then again, the reader won't have committed to an RO yet, so it isn't really appropriate to put emotions here on the MC. Plus, napping can be platonic. So.

"You're tired," you observe.

"I'm fine," he insists yet again.

"Why not rest here?" you suggest, the idea forming as you speak.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean sleep," you clarify. "We have a while yet until third bell."

"And you're suggesting I nap here?"

"Why not? No one is going to disturb you or notice down here."

"I can't just—"

"Frey," you interrupt him. "Trust me. I'll keep watch while you rest." You trace along your lower lid where his skin is a dark, smudged gray. "You need it."

His shoulders slump in resignation. "If you insist."

"I do."

"I have a cot in the storage room I can use," Frey says. Looking away, he adds, "I have a chair, if you wanted to keep me company"

"All right," you agree.

Frey leads the way to the backroom. A blade of light from a high, narrow window illuminates the center of the room, leaving the rest in darkness. The cot, wider and nicer than you'd anticipated, sits pressed against one wall. The pillow and tangle of blankets suggest Frey's slept in it recently. In one corner, a thick quilt is folded on the promised chair. Other than a sliver of space from the door to the cot and chair, the room is all cabinets, overflowing shelves, and boxes.

"This is a bit awkward," Frey says, laying down on the cot.

"What if I lay down, too?" The fit would be tight, but his cot is large enough, you think you could manage.

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