By Tristan Norman, for Dr Mittler and Professor Lindale
Edited by Aran Meredith and Northern Mittler Solomon
You think you know it; do you also know ledge?
Hosts of an imaginary city of scholars, students, artists, and architects where time stops, the board of trustees invited a twenty-something chess grandmaster to head the new institute of political history. He is human.
Son of rockstar Professor Zoran Miroslav, Igor was tasked with the impossible task of compiling a public history of Civitas for public consumption, for this he has to interview the key personnel surviving: a painter, an alchemist, a necromancer, a juris doctor turned diplomat, a widow of the architect, a retired secular pope. They each have their theory of the progenies and their story to tell.
Recently retired from professional chess, Igor seems the perfect person to create some buzz and promote the business of education. He met a girlie who was nice enough to say he is a flaming idiot.
He passionately fell in love with a lesbian historian he met along the way. Of course he was rejected, but it doesn't stop them from developing a professionally hinged friendship. He still thinks Leni should consider experimenting with him, employing an opera soprano, soul juice and clockwork puppet.
Norman was an act pretty, do nothing at the coffeeshop kind of boy, a literature student in Civitas who barely goes to class, when he is short of money he sells himself.
He was involved in some underground solicitation circle, short of florins, he thinks of the brilliant idea of suing the two Gabriel for fraud, he read some journal articles from both, and distinguished the slight mismatch of styles.
The other Gabriel mostly writes in art theory and art history, after some digging he worked out it's prince Laetoria. Can baby doll make some money and make a name for himself suing both members of the board of the city? The city has its own agencies and agendas.
A lost and drunk young man social climbing in a late capitalist steampunk city, and a deliberate pretty boy navigating art and art works.
Igor found himself back on the board. Not multiple boards at once this time, just one. On the opposite side of the chess table sat the same Vasily Kamenev, in the blink of an eye comrade Kamenev morphed into a young woman with lovely silver hair. "Still thinking about quitting?" "Still thinking about moving on." "As much as I'd like a re-match sometime, I come to welcome you to Civitas. " "Any sacred message, Lady Solomon?” "Be your own human, be independent." “As they were different things.”