Of the many, many plates of pancakes* that were offered to the listener in magp 1-07, this one may be my favourite
[ID: A screenshot of an unofficial transcript to The Magnus Protocol. CELIA is saying "Yeah. I mean, it's an old system, but it could have been worse. It's not like we're wrestling with tape recorders and manila folders." /end ID]
When we meet TMA-Celia for the second time, she's lost her name. She was Lynne Hammond, and now she's not. She doesn't seem to remember Martin, either, but it's not clear how much of herself and her life from before the change she does remember. She's freaked out by the tape recorders that start showing up, and there's no indication that she associates them with the Institute specifically.
If Celia Ripley is, as we are clearly intended to believe or consider, the same Celia as in TMA, why is she making knowing comments about manila folders and tape recorders? Tape recorders in particular are hardly standard equipment at what seems to be mostly a text data-entry and cataloguing job. She could have said typewriters, or carbon paper. Fax machines, if we're dunking on Freddy specifically.
She says "tape recorders and manila folders." Celia Ripley is referencing The Magnus Institute, particularly the outdated technologies in use in the Archives.
Maybe she learned more from Melanie about what the recorders were and did at the Institute, sometime after MAG 190. Maybe she has those specific memories of giving her statement in MAG 100, and little else. Maybe Martin grew an apocalypse beard and she remembers everything, but just didn't recognise him out of context and in a tunnel and during A Pretty Weird Time Overall.
Maybe she stuck around with Melanie-Georgie-Basira for a while after things returned, and that's how she learned about the particular significance of tape recorders.
Maybe she found some tapes and listened to a couple hundred of them.
Or maybe she's simply an AU Celia, with a knack for oddly specific and kind of clunky comparisons, drawn into this through the powers of metafiction and string theory.
Or maybe someone filled her with spiders and sent her to finish the job of spreading Fear to this particular world.
And the reason this particular plate of textual pancakes** (short stack, butter and nightmare syrup) is one of my favourites from "Give and Take" is because I genuinely have no idea! None of these are theories because there isn't enough evidence to point me in any particular direction. It's a mystery!, Jon voice, etcetera.
If you cornered me and paid me to have an opinion about it I could say which options I thought were more likely, I guess. But the odds are high that I'd be wrong, and I think the boat for me getting paid to interpret texts probably sailed fifteen years ago, besides. I'm in this for the love of the game.***
November is the true spooky season in the northern hemisphere.**** Yeah, October ends with Halloween, but you know what month starts with Halloween? Mmhmm. By November of 2019 TMA had been on my list for a few years, and someone I was getting to know and really liked recommended it to me specifically in the days after 159 aired. The conditions were correct for me to get into something new, is what I'm saying. I still remember listening to "Anglerfish" for the first time, walking home from my office job in the blustery November dark. I got home starry-eyed and red-cheeked and thrilled by the story I'd just heard.
It took a couple of months for me to catch up, and though I loved having so much to listen to there were times when I wished I'd started earlier, to have the experience of seeing things unfold.
And now we're back at a beginning, and get to experience the horrible joys of finding out.
[ID: A screenshot of an unofficial transcript to The Magnus Protocol. LENA is saying "Of a sort. I hope you're as ready for it as you think you are. Consider yourself "in." /end ID]
*Sabrina pancake meme
** the best kind, especially if it's a contest between textual and fluffy pancakes. Keep those spongy bastards away from me, I'll take the kind with a typeface instead
***Being a huge nerd
**** For more of my opinions on November, see https://www.tumblr.com/almostmolly/188799234276
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revalink, 16? :)
16. "Thank you."
"I said I'm fine."
Although Revali doesn't raise his voice more than usual, the echoing walls of Zora's Domain care not for anyone's privacy — Link hears it clearly from the healing pool in which he just woke, dazed and alone, at the very back of the chamber.
Despite his soreness, Link heaves a sigh of relief: if Revali has the presence of mind to complain, it means he's not at death's door anymore.
"You are the farthest thing away from fine!" Comes Mipha's voice, its pitch higher than usual out of either frustration or exhaustion. Or both. Something splashes wildly. "Please Revali, you lost too much blood and my Grace is at its limit. You need rest!"
The splashing becomes gradually weaker, then stops altogether.
"Tch, fine! Might as well linger here since my feathers are soaked through."
Revali's words are met by a heavy silence Link knows all too well; he can almost feel the force of Mipha's glare, so unexpected to those who hardly know her. After a moment, Revali clacks his beak in defeat.
"I won't try to leave, you have my word. Now go take care of yourself for a change. It’d be rather hypocritical not to, wouldn’t you agree?”
When Mipha giggles, it is hard for Link not to do the same.
"I’ll do just that. Rest well."
Link follows the sound of Mipha exiting Revali's pool. She gives someone instructions, far too quietly for Link to make out any words.
"...Mipha?"
The whispers stop. "Yes, Revali?”
The gentle rumor of waterfalls fills the air as Revali gingerly clears his throat. "Well, I wouldn't imagine that pesky kn—" A pause. "Link didn't make it out unscathed, did he?"
Link blinks. Quietly, he shifts and peeks over the edge of his pool, until Mipha's silhouette and the top of Revali's head become visible.
"Indeed, he did not." Mipha says, crestfallen. "He received several blows while shielding you, far more than he should have. It's a miracle he was still conscious when we came to your aid.” She takes a step in Revali’s direction. “But I assure you he'll be alright. He's not in danger anymore."
Revali’s crest bristles. "I wasn't worried about him."
"Clearly not.” Mipha smooths down Revali’s feathers and edges away before he can muster a squawk. She gives him a tired smile. "Recover your strength, Revali. And, if I may… don't forget who saved your life today."
As Mipha retreats, Link lowers himself back into the cool pond, careful to keep his head afloat. Without conversation the chamber becomes eerily quiet, with only the occasional droplet disturbing the peace. Link's eyelids flutter close; a comfortable drowsiness envelops him; his freshly-healed injuries beg for respite…
A sudden, resounding splash rattles Link’s spine, followed by a grunt and the distinct scraping of sharp talons on a hard surface. Not leaving the room or pacing...
...but approaching at the excruciating pace of a stalking beast of prey.
Link's breath seizes in his throat. He keeps his eyes closed, forces himself to exhale evenly as the steps get closer.
Clack. Stumble. Clack.
Cold water drips over Link's cheeks, his eyelids, his nose, and it takes every ounce of his training not to move. He hears labored breaths somewhere above him, feels the burning gaze of the Rito he shielded with his own body as death knocked at their door...
Even if Revali were to kill him now, Link doesn't think he could regret it if he tried.
"This is a debt that shall be repaid, you hear me?” Revali hisses, voice strained and wavering. “I bear little love for unfinished business, and will not stand to owe you a miserable plucking thing, you… you—”
Link does not move, tongue held firmly between his teeth. Revali's shadow looms over his closed eyes, hovering near, and suddenly Link can’t hear anything but the desperate clamor of his pulse within his flesh.
“I will not repeat myself, so hear me now or remain unconscious. Why, perish if you’re so inclined! It hardly matters to me.” Revali’s angry muttering is barely intelligible. Link holds his breath.
“I... thank you.”
What?
The shade retreats, allowing light to filter through Link’s eyelids once more. Link’s hands twitch at his sides, itching to break the water's surface, to bring the shade back, to—
"And never do that again." Revali spits bitterly as he limps away, leaving Link adrift in a sea of his own making.
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If you'd like a slightly longer ask, what is your favorite design aspect of each of the bonus links, and what is a notable personality trait/habit/tidbit about each of them?
Mage: I'm very fond of his glasses and the high collar of his cape. Notable tidbit: He's not in any committed relationship but he has had many a dalliance lmaooo. He's got game. He's not even shy about it.
Mini: I really like his hair lol the little sprout I draw in. Notable tidbit: He will not entertain conversations he's not interested in. He will just log out. He will fully walk away.
Slate: I like drawing his terrifying eyes. Notable tidbit: He loves horses, and even riding them as an activity, but hates actually traveling by them. He prefers to go on foot even if it takes longer, because there's more freedom of movement.
Wolf: I like the lil mole by his eye :-) and giving him a short haircut. Notable tidbit: He frequently hangs out in the hidden village with all the cats. He talks to them even when he's not in wolf form, but they gossip together when he is lol.
Wake: His eyepatch! and his tattoos even tho they will become a huge pain to draw lol. Notable tidbit: He has developed a blood feud with the seagulls. They learned that he was the pear guy and it became an issue.
Spirit: I like his gloves and his overalls. Notable tidbit: He chews on every writing utensil he gets his grubby little hands on. Zelda won't let him borrow her nice pens. Sometimes he's not paying attention and just puts the ink side directly in his mouth.
Mask: Also his overalls lol. Notable tidbit: When he's upset he just goes and sits with the cows. They lick his hair. Malon will be like where's fairy boy run off to??? Oh gods he's sitting with the cows again. What happened now.
Loft: I like to draw his nose!! Notable tidbit: Absolutely no fear of heights whatsoever. Actually since he really misses flying, he will willingly launch himself off just about any high place just to float around w the sailcloth. The confidence with which he abruptly walks off ledges is terrifying for every other link except like. Slate lol.
War: His corset lol. Notable tidbit: He comes across as incredibly confident in social situations, but he actually finds them exhausting. Also he's like, kind of a fake bitch lol. He will be so polite to your face and meanwhile he is exploding you with his mind.
Mirror: I really like his tunic w the big sleeves. Notable tidbit: As opposed to War, Mirror actually thrives in social situations, and he's surprisingly to-the-point and honest. He really likes to make people laugh, which is the purpose of half his dramatics.
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