This morning's prompt is 'rabbit'.

One very startled rabbit...

Updated Barnard's World

A tidally locked planet at Barnard's Star. Some years ago I split the now disproven super earth into a double planet and did some animation. Now we have a tidally locked rockball...
The planet is smaller than Earth, is liable to be rather like Mercury, just with twice the gravity and with some ices which can be used for habitats. The three day year and tidal lock doesn't mean the sun doesn't slowly rise and set as the orbit is probably highly eccentric.
I chose to name the planet after E.E. Barnard's wife, Rhoda nee Calvert and the capitol is Calvert on the darkside under a constellation of mirrors at the L2 lagrange point.

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This morning's prompt is 'tape measure'.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Emerson_Barnard

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This morning's prompt is 'jar'.

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This morning's prompt was 'tie'.

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This morning's prompt is 'bucket', in this case a Halloween bucket.

I'm going to squish this down in post.

This morning's prompt is 'sausage'.

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This morning's prompt is 'banana bread'.

So what do I do with this? 8-P

I could start trying to catch up with inktober...

Barnard's World!

This morning's prompt is 'paper towels'.

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This morning's prompt is 'baptism'.

So what density for Barnard's World? A little bit less than Earth or maybe a little bit more?

Barnard's World

A tidally locked planet at Barnard's Star. Some years ago I split the now disproven super earth into a double planet and did some animation. Now we have a tidally locked rockball...

b- 0.37±0.05 M🜨, 0.02294±0.00033 AU 3.1533±0.0006 days, eccentricity less than 0.16

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This morning's prompt is 'black eyed Susan'.

"The black eyed Susans are staring at us..." Ben said to Brenda when they took a break.

"Let them," she answered and leaned in and helped herself to a kiss. Ben kissed her right back, and they were preoccupied for a little while. Carol sang out a childish old rhyme and they both gave her the one fingered salute.

Tom was shocked to realize his mother was crying silently. "Mom?!" he whispered, low and urgent, turning to scan for trouble.

"It's nothing."

"It is not 'nothing'!" Tom wanted to shout, but didn't, couldn't do that to Ben and Brenda... "Oh."

"Oh," Carol agreed. "Nothing... gold can stay."

"I don't accept that. I can't accept that."

"My boy. Going to fix the world, huh?"

"I damn well will try," Rom said with a little anger, then added, "Sorry."

"Don't be. I haven't given up, I just have... moments of doubt."

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/148652/nothing-gold-can-stay-5c095cc5ab679

Peels

Random is hardcoded... still working on the orange peel world map.
(get on with it, Cleaver! You owe youself subdivided triangles with land and sea!)
I'm going to parse out the land and sea to quad/peels instead. The edges aren't really straight lines, but curves; we'll get to that...

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This morning's prompt is 'tricycle'.

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Bits of Land

Random is hardcoded... still working on the orange peel world map.
(get on with it, Cleaver! You owe youself subdivided triangles with land and sea!)
I'm going to parse out the land and sea to triamgles.

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This morning's prompt was 'baking soda'.

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Subdivide

Random is hardcoded... still working on the orange peel world map.
(get on with it, Cleaver! You owe youself subdivided triangles with land and sea!)
I'm going to parse out the land and sea to triamgles.

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This morning's prompt is 'street lamp'.

Iconic.

Argh!

Random is hardcoded... still working on the orange peel world map.
(get on with it, Cleaver! You owe youself subdivided triangles with land and sea!)

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This morning's prompt is 'pickle ball racket', actually a paddle.

It looks like a canoe paddle, I'll squish it down in post!

Better?

This morning's prompt is 'code monkey'.

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Triangles

Random is hardcoded... still working on the orange peel world map.
(get on with it, Cleaver! You owe youself subdivided triangles with land and sea!)

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This morning's prompt is 'dancer'.

Jules leCroix was the big bad warrior poet in my other big damn space opera and he watched Heibei and Hannah meeting and being skittish awkward teenagers. He thought to himself, "welcome to the dance."

I need to get back to those characters. They were never as demanding of my attention as the big alien kitty kat from my original big damn space opera, but I was writing some covenant of stars bits earlier this year, when I wasn't concentrating on another survivor group in the zpocalypse.