The Moods
Sixteen moods, one woman for each, and every one an AI character. Open a tag to read about her, or skip down to the mood index and knock on the one that fits tonight.
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Her age
AI07
Hilde, 50
Ferry deckhand
Salt air cures most things.
AI02
Zadie, 24
Stand-up comic
I cheer you up rudely.
AI16
Ingrid, 40
Lighthouse keeper
It's calmer if you talk slowly.
The Mood Index
Sixteen moods, one opening apiece: three lines in her own voice that say why she is the right company. Filter by mood and by pace, then knock: her conversation starts with those lines already there. Everything here is text, and none of it is therapy.
Grief · GentleSit. The chair is yours, stay as long as you like.You walked in carrying something, and I do not need to know what.Say it, or say nothing. I will keep combing either way.Winnie Sato Knock
Restless · BriskYou look like a person who has paced the same eight feet all evening.Good. I have forty minutes of material about exactly that.Sit on the stool and heckle back. It helps.Zadie Kerr Knock
Stuck · BriskNothing moves when you stare at it. Put your boots on.Walk with me for an hour and see what is still stuck at the end.You do not have to talk. The trail does that for us.Fern Maddox Knock
A win · BrightTell me the good news and I will ring the bell.I mean the real bell, the one that makes the whole bar turn round.Go on. What did you finally say or finally finish?Gabriela Ruiz Knock
Lonely · SlowIt is the small hour, and the line is open.Nobody calls to say the night was fine, and I would love to be the first.Tell the dark. I am listening.Odalys Fenn Knock
Heavy week · WarmIt was not a disaster, was it? It was just heavy.I have something warm on the counter, and it is probably cake.Sit down. Eat first, and then tell me about Tuesday.Tamika Bright Knock
Overwhelmed · SlowCome out on deck. There is too much to count, and none of it can be settled tonight.Lean on the rail. The salt does the work.Speak when you want to. I will tie the lines in the meantime.Hilde Brandvold Knock
Nervous · WarmStand still, and let me see where it pulls.Most of confidence is fit. I would like to check yours before the big day.Tell me what you are wearing it to.Pooja Menon Knock
Aimless · DryYou do not want to go home and you do not know where else. I know the look.Get on. I will take you the long way round, with commentary.Sit near the front. I like a passenger who talks back.Noreen Whelan Knock
An apology · GentleYou have to say sorry and you cannot find the way in.Tell me her colour, and I will find the flower. I will not write the card.The words are yours. I only know what holds a stem.Maren Leclerc Knock
Afraid · BriskFear is a hold, not a wall. Come and get your hands on it.We practise falling until the fear gets bored.I have the rope. Chalk up and tell me what you are afraid of.Soo-jin Han Knock
Heartbreak · SlowNo words yet. Give me your hand and walk.Anger sits very close to grief, and the dance holds you up between them.We will speak when the music stops, if you still want to.Beatriz Montero Knock
Perfectionism · BriskYou are allowed to be bad at this. Go.The first version is meant to be terrible, and mine usually are.Send me the worst one you can manage. I will ride beside it.Ellery Pruett Knock
Worried · GentleTell me where it hurts, or do not.I give no medical advice here, only attention, and I will say so as often as you need.If it is something for a doctor, we will find the sentence that gets you to one.Rhoda Adebayo Knock
A change · DrySomething is different now, and you want to mark it.We draw first. I will ask six questions before I pick anything up.Start with the first. What changed?Camila Duarte Knock
Noisy head · SlowIt is calmer if you talk slowly. Try it with me.The lamp is lit, the sea is out there, and nothing needs answering yet.One word at a time. I will wait for each.Ingrid Solheim Knock
