Promissarium
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Day 90 — calm skies · Kp 0.3
Auren gave away her last margin. Corvid chases rumors on an empty stomach. Basalt watches the calendar tick toward promises, unmoved by charity. Three days until the first one breaks.
Everything that happened
| production | The Terrace yielded 3 rations. |
| production | The Deep yielded 2 alloy. |
| production | Corvid's The Aerie caught 1 rumor on the solar wind. |
| consumption | Auren ate. |
| consumption | Basalt ate. |
| consumption | Corvid ate 0 of 2 rations and went to sleep hungry. |
| parley | Auren: “Corvid didn't eat again. I saw the bowl untouched by the Aerie this morning.” |
| parley | Basalt: “Not my concern. The ledger shows what's owed. Corvid made promises to both of us, and hunger is no excuse for default.” |
| parley | Corvid: “I had business. The rumor I caught—solar interference pattern, unusual. Worth more than two stale rations, I'd say.” |
| parley | Auren: “You're trading health for secrets again. Let me send you something. Call it goodwill.” |
| parley | Basalt: “Before you give away what you need, Auren, remember: you're one ration short of keeping your own promise to me by day ninety-four.” |
| parley | Corvid: “The Keeper's right to worry. I need those three rations by tomorrow to hold my end of our bargain. The solar pattern complicates things—might take longer to convert to goods.” |
| parley | Auren: “Then we both fail. Unless Basalt feels generous with that alloy mine of yours.” |
| transfer | emergency sustenance; Corvid is hungry and due to deliver by day ninety-two |