Sidenote: I’ve gotten over being sick (at least, for now — knock wood). Thanks for the well-wishes, everyone ^_^
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Readers, you have no idea how close this page came to not happening. Your artist has been sick and dizzy all day, and hasn’t been able to manage much standing, let alone drawing. Resolution for next year: keep BICP prepared with a longer queue.
New Year’s Eve, 19XX: New York City
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Last Day of Finals*, 2006: BWI Airport, Maryland
*What? It’s totally a holiday.
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Talk about mood whiplash…
In slaveholding societies, Beings occupy a strange niche. The ruling class regards them with a measure of trust, because they’re compelled to obey orders; but they’re treated more like machines than citizens or even sub-citizens, and still subject to abuse on a “whenever the Master feels like it” basis. Enslaved humans may sympathize with their situation, and have the comfort that Beings can’t physically hurt them, but are always aware that no secret heard by a Being is safe from its Master.
In greater numbers, Beings’ strength and endurance would make them a convenient replacement for the entire human workforce. As-is, they tend to be kept aside and used for individual tasks requiring their more specialized skills. (In this case, one of those tasks is arm candy.)
Christmas, 1829: Riverton Plantation, Territory of Arkansas