Yerba Buena, 2011: The Rule of Obey

Nico flashes the Rule to the security guard before hopping over the turnstile. They never bother to check. Maybe that’s because the Rule is working. Maybe it’s because actually cares what Nico does or doesn’t do. 

But that’s kind of the point. This Rule is granted on loan to confer all the authority of true adulthood to people who need it but can’t sell it. You can get one for a lot of reasons, like if you’re working for the memorial inspection committee or if you are hunting the devil like Nico and have a note from your local licensed astrologer. Maybe this is because it would be a pain if people like Nico had to worry about other people in their work and maybe because they are the sort of people who aren’t good at these things naturally. There’s such a thing as being too honest. If Nico had more pride, she wouldn’t be here trying to hunt the devil. If she was more honest, she wouldn’t be here trying to hunt the devil. If she believed in her own adulthood, she wouldn’t be here trying to hunt the devil.

The Rule is useful if you have trouble with these sorts of things. It confers all the powers of being an adult, no matter how much you feel like you actually are one, and in that sense it is more powerful than anything else that exists.

The things:

1. You can’t bar the way to someone with the Rule if they have a reason to get past you.

2. If someone with the Rule asks a question you have to give an answer. 

3. You can’t ignore someone with the Rule.

 

Nico heard that they used to use baby teeth to make them. Now they use shattered learner’s permits. Nico uses her own, more shattered than is generally required.

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Aevee Bee is a flannel vaporwave queer and the editor of ZEAL, an online micro zine with cool art and games coverage of overlooked games from exciting new writers and artists. She runs an extremely self-indulgent twitter account and tumblr, contributes regularly to Paste magazine, and freelances in the odd corners of the web. Mammon Machine is her horrifying aesthetic.

Yerba Buena, 2011: The Land of Jasmine, Yerba Buena

Obnoxiously beautiful.

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Aevee Bee is a flannel vaporwave queer and the editor of ZEAL, an online micro zine with cool art and games coverage of overlooked games from exciting new writers and artists. She runs an extremely self-indulgent twitter account and tumblr, contributes regularly to Paste magazine, and freelances in the odd corners of the web. Mammon Machine is her horrifying aesthetic.

Yerba Buena, 2011: Only Flights To All Places Where The Flowers Are Blooming

Nico is on a plane. Nico hates flying because everyone hates flying, it’s objectively awful, but also she’s grown to kind of love it. She likes the strange art that decorates the fucking endless stretches of moving walkway that go nowhere. She likes the garbage food she has to eat to live through layovers. She likes the unholy hour of the world she sees when she wakes up to make her flight.

A gorgeous flight Attendant in a gorgeous uniform of orange blouse and cream skirt and gold necklace gives nico a cup of water. Nico feels aware of her body, not in a great way, even though the flight attendant is really cool and nice. Do only businessmen fly on Orange Apple Air. She looks around and yes. She feels like she’s living in a parallel universe and due to a trick of the atmosphere is temporarily able to see the denizens of Business Zone. The flight attendant can interact with both Nico and the fearsomely similar businessmen but politely doesn’t do anything that would verify their existences to each other. Nico has decided that she loves this woman forever.

Nico gets out of the Business Zone and the universe smells entire of jasmine.

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Aevee Bee is a flannel vaporwave queer and the editor of ZEAL, an online micro zine with cool art and games coverage of overlooked games from exciting new writers and artists. She runs an extremely self-indulgent twitter account and tumblr, contributes regularly to Paste magazine, and freelances in the odd corners of the web. Mammon Machine is her horrifying aesthetic.

Yerba Buena, 2011: Our Hero, Ivory Sun Nico

In her late twenties or your money back. Hair as long and yellow as an August afternoon. Slouchy and shapeless, dressed like the delinquent boyfriend your delinquent girlfriend stole her clothes from. She wears tops with passive aggressive slogans and intricately patterned tights. Shoulders too broad and ribcage too big and still short for a tall girl.

She’s got some Off and On Active Abilites; probably worth mentioning is the whip, either in the form of a chain or a remark. In either case it’s a linked with that soft yellow ivory that leaves bruises that never get better and only get worse—you know the kind. You’ve got to wait for the spacing and timing to be right and not just throw it out and pray it sticks like a fucking IDIOT unless you’re the sort of stupidly lucky person who is caculated correct 50% of the time and right by accident the other 50% like Nico is. Give or take that is. She comes complete with a box of similar bullshit; she wants to trick you into thinking you have to play the game she wants to play. Just cut the knot instead. She will appreciate it.

Of her Passive-Agressive Abilities, you should be careful of that breathy haze that makes everything drunk and hard to see and think. In one sense Nico is a well you can keep drinking up forever, but in another sense she’s like being drunk and falling down a well. People and things that people make forget themselves and how they work. Be careful of prolonged exposure to or confined spaces with her.

Nico specializes in venus, with some jupiter, but she can get in any kind of trouble..

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Aevee Bee is a flannel vaporwave queer and the editor of ZEAL, an online micro zine with cool art and games coverage of overlooked games from exciting new writers and artists. She runs an extremely self-indulgent twitter account and tumblr, contributes regularly to Paste magazine, and freelances in the odd corners of the web. Mammon Machine is her horrifying aesthetic.

The Devils and Nico

 

Killing the devil is the most ruthlessly stupid and pathetic way to barely make a living but some folx just can’t help themselves. Why else would they do it? The devil is dead and humans rule the earth—there are more interesting things to worry about. If you insist on letting that unamable unease thing everything for yourself and those around you rather than let yourself bask in the power and authority of being human, there is no cure. You will never amount to anything, like Good Nico. Now, look at Good Nico: is she a bitch? Absolutely. But maybe the problem is she’s not enough of a bitch. Maybe she’s awkward and almost had it and can nearly see it but stumbles every time and it’s never ever just right. She wants to crush the ones that hurt her friends and show the truth but she holds back at the last second. Is she not willing to cross the line or is she a coward? Either way she’s doing everything wrong. Maybe the problem is that no matter what she’s just not and never going to be The Burning Ray Of Light And Air That Sunders Our Enemies And Clears Us The Way. Why can’t she do something so simple? Girl, get it together. Well, it’s not like you can fucking help yourself either way, is it? Oh jeez. You poor thing.

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Aevee Bee is a flannel vaporwave queer and the editor of ZEAL, an online micro zine with cool art and games coverage of overlooked games from exciting new writers and artists. She runs an extremely self-indulgent twitter account and tumblr, contributes regularly to Paste magazine, and freelances in the odd corners of the web. Mammon Machine is her horrifying aesthetic.