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Cozy Places
2014.11.13 04:53 RoonilWazilbob Cozy Places
"Cosy", or the American spelling "Cozy", means to give a feeling of comfort, warmth, and relaxation. /CozyPlaces is an inclusive and positive community that features original content photography of cozy places from all around the world, of all shapes, sizes, and price ranges.
2008.06.01 08:13 Melody of puns.
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2012.02.05 07:54 doginabathtub For photos that are, you know, mildly interesting
Aww, cripes. I didn't know I'd have to write a description. How many words is that so far, like a hundred? Soooo, yeah. Mildly interesting stuff. Stuff that interests you. Mildly. It's in the name, ffs.
2024.05.20 09:14 undiscoveredyet Should I go for therapy and counselling
I'm in anxiety and stress since very long due to career and all But I try not to let it affect me somehow.
But it has suddenly increased due to job change which wasn't so easy though(it took me 2 years). Now again in the same shit hole, my skillsets are not alligning in the new job and making just MIS in the name of analytics.
2 days I try to feel good then again on the 3rd day same anxiety n all(career is hanging on a cliff).
There is so much to write but I don't want to rant, people will obviously judge me for that ki wohi sab depression wale post gurgaon sub m but still...
I need your suggestion, help and anything, what're your thought process, how you guys keep yourself calm and mentally tough.
I genuinely need to work on my mental health now else it gonna affect me on a long term.
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But it has suddenly increased due to job change which wasn't so easy though(it took me 2 years). Now again in the same shit hole, my skillsets are not alligning in the new job and making just MIS in the name of analytics.
2 days I try to feel good then again on the 3rd day same anxiety n all(career is hanging on a cliff).
There is so much to write but I don't want to rant, people will obviously judge me for that ki wohi sab depression wale post gurgaon sub m but still...
I need your suggestion, help and anything, what're your thought process, how you guys keep yourself calm and mentally tough.
I genuinely need to work on my mental health now else it gonna affect me on a long term.
2024.05.20 09:14 Thausgt01 Cyber Core, Book Two, Chapter 09: Introductions, Salads, And Family Rivalries
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I started by dimming the north-facing windows, slowly enough to merely catch Kregorim's attention; he responded by turning his head to face them and letting his bushy eyebrows rise a bit, but generally keeping a neutral stance. Then, I animated a glowing white dot appearing on the duskward wall at roughly chest-height to my new visitor, then extending it vertically into a line, then expanding it laterally into a door. Then, I let my avatar open it 'from his side', walk through, and close it again.
“I'm called Joachim,” I said, animating the avatar's mouth to match my movements, along with rubbing the back of his head with his left hand. “And I have to say that that spell of yours was... an interesting experience.”
Kregorim nodded and offered a stiff bow. “Then we would seem to have been equal partners in the exchange,” he answered, the barest trace of a twinkle in what I could pick up of his eyes; if he had anything like a smirk under that thicket of facial hair, I couldn't detect it. “So, are there any other introductions to be made? Exchanges of oaths or demands for sacrifices, things of that nature?”
I chuckled, and pointed at the fabricators behind him. “Introductions, certainly. No sacrifices of baubles or blood, if that was what you expected. But I'd advise you to get some practice in making your own furniture. It'll take a bit of explaining, even if I try to trim it down.”
Kregorim nodded, and this time I could definitely hear a chuckle in his voice. “I would be highly disappointed were that not the case, Joachim of the mysterious outpost,” he answered. He gestured at the fabricators. “Would you mind offering a weary old scholar some assistance with these marvelous machines?”
I animated the avatar nodding, then waving at the walls. “You may have noticed that the chambers in which your...” the avatar coughed into one hand, then continued, “... Lord Zortemos Egenor Lignignory the Fourth has been settling have those empty frames on the walls of each room?” The avatar pointed off to one side, and a simplified version of the baseline model of the communication-screens appeared a handsbreadth away from his finger. “I can see and hear through them, and they have other functions as well, but this unit specifically includes the fullest expression of the tool.”
With that, I 'jumped' the avatar onto the dawnward wall of the utility room, releasing another light coughing sound to let Kregorim know where 'he' had gone. “This way, at least, I won't need to raise my voice so it carries further...”
Kregorim turned out to be a very quick study. I walked him through designing some new clothes, starting from the base model of a Chinese scholastic robe but incorporating a three layers of lighter fabric in something more akin to a Japanese kimono. Yes, I helped him figure out some more practical forms of undergarments, and the very concept of 'elastic' fascinated him; I left a mental note to explore 'latex' and the organic sources thereof with him at some later point. And, of course, getting to the first pair of suitable 'house slippers' presented no challenge at all.
Still, I satisfied his curiosity about the need for five 'magic trunks' in rather short order, and once he got into his own set of 'wondrous finery' he tossed his 'traveling robes and unmentionables' into the 'laundry' trunk. Once he'd gotten the remaining machines programmed for things like a camp-cot and bedding, a chair and writing desk and a samovar of all things, I sort of walked him through the rest of the unit's features.
“Quite an array of tankards,” he commented, in the kitchen. “Stocked well enough to entertain guests of a stature from Orks all the way down to Gnomes, unless I'm very much mistaken.”
I animated the avatar nodding. “I'll need to explain more about that, but you and the rest of the group aren't my first guests.”
He nodded, and turned to face the avatar; his smile was wide enough to re-arrange the forest of his facial hair. “I'll try to keep from disappointing Lord Zee overmuch on the point,” he said, then turned to face the refrigerator. “Another magic trunk?” he asked, examining it without touching it. “Wider than the others... does this one produce foodstuffs?”
“Not produce them, as such, but it does serve as a 'cold well', of sorts. The upper section keeps things moderately cool, the lower section keeps them frozen.”
That got another look of wonder out of him. “You can maintain ice in there, without magic?” he asked, pulling out the freezer-drawer and confirming it for himself. “What manner of foods are these?” he went on, examining the squared, shrink-wrapped blocks and rounded tubs.
“Soups, meats, and vegetables, for the most part. The rounded tubs are sort of an experiment for a dessert.”
“I don't suppose you could allow a hungry traveler something a bit more substantial?”
“You skipped past the cold box,” I pointed out. “I've been experimenting with various kinds of meats as well as vegetable dishes...”
“Soups of some sort...?” he asked, closing the freezer-drawer and opening the refrigerator. He paused, visibly confused, before extracting one of the wrapped and sealed 'meal bowls', turning it to examine it from three different angles, then replacing it to examine another, and then another. Finally, he selected one and turned to face the avatar. “The lid has markings resembling words, but I cannot say with confidence that I comprehend them precisely,” he said. “What is meant by... 'Pasta Salad Experiment Number 8'... if you don't mind?”
The avatar pointed. “The silverware you'll probably want is in the second drawer from the end,” I said. “As far as your question is concerned, I have... several different kinds of farms in the spaces below the living quarters up here on the surface, and a rather large library of information from my home that permits me to make approximations of a small but growing number of food.” I added a slight blush to the avatar's cheeks. “I have no capacity to taste or smell things, at least as you or the others might, so I have no idea whether you'll find it appetizing. All I can tell you is that I have a limited stock of various spices in the cabinet just to the right of this box, which is known as a 'refrigerator' in my language. If you feel the need to repay me for my hospitality, you're welcome to help me learn the names for the spices while we talk.”
Kregorim devoured the first salad, admitting between bites that the Lignignory family's exit from the Ducal lands to the south had been somewhat hurried and therefore their dining-experiences had been something of a gamble. “We've managed to trade for many things as we head north,” he commented. He had figured out how to get clean drinking water from the kitchen sink into an Ork-scaled flagon without much prompting, and after swallowing five mouthfuls proceeded to turn his attention to the salad. I explained the basic ingredients and principles of 'pasta', as he considered a segment of neo-rotini on his fork. He ate it, a thoughtful expression on his face, eventually dubbing it 'surprisingly flavorful'.
From there, I walked him through an explanation of the 'dish washer' and 'stove' before guiding him through a simple tour of the rest of the house. The bathroom intrigued him, but he expressed even greater fascination with the barbecue on the back patio, especially the 'fuel pellets' I provided in sealed bags from one of the lower shelves.
“Why bother with such means, when these other amazing machines can cook food with greater precision?” he asked.
“My function, the reason I exist, is to help people recover from disasters,” I answered, when he came back inside from admiring the stonework of the patio handrails. “If they happen to be more comfortable cooking their own food over a fire, I want to help them do so. Hence, the cookfire station out there. It's called a 'barbecue grill' in my language, by the way.”
“...'Your language'...” he repeated, returning to the main room and settling down into his chair with a flagon of water in his right hand. “You've also mentioned 'your home' at least once in my hearing. May I ask where you come from?”
Hoo, boy. Tough questions...
“I'm from a lot further away than you might think, to begin with,” I explained. The avatar pointed south with his right hand, in the general direction of one of the four moons glowing in the sky. “For one thing, I'm from a place with only one moon.” The avatar tapped 'his side' of the wall with the other, and an equatorial-perspective image of Earth showing North and South America along with a portion of Antarctica down at the bottom. “This is a special kind of illusion, showing details of my home from far above its surface,” I explained.
Kregorim's eyes widened and he took a long pull from his flagon. “Seas, forests, deserts, mountains, wintry wastelands,” he murmured, attention moving from one detail to the next, until finally he straightened up in his chair. “... None of the lands with which I have knowledge appear here,” he stated. “And I suspect that this globe's other face will reveal similar mysteries.”
I animated the avatar shrugging. “Likely.”
I considered my next words very carefully. “Since I arrived here, 24 days ago, I have watched the heavens as best I can. From what I have discerned, the local star... or your sun... is measurably different than mine. I haven't been able to pick out any local planets yet, but I can say for certain that if any of the stars in your sky are the ones my people had cataloged, they're too far away for me to positively identify as such.”
Kregorim took that in, eyebrows twitching, and drained his flagon dry. He took it away from his mouth with a scowl, directed at the offending drinkware, but reduced its intensity before turning back to address the avatar. “I don't suppose you've managed to produce anything like a good strong ale since you've arrived?” he asked. “Our own supplies of such things are unlikely to be fit for drinking.”
I animated the avatar raising an eyebrow and waggling a finger. “I've none available, alas, though I do have some rather promising teas,” I told him. “You'll need to fabricate a teapot, though.”
He got up and proceeded to do so. As he did, I continued, “As far as your assessment of whatever ale you've managed to carry with you, I would ask you to ask the servants to pour whatever portion of it they wish to discard into the nearest convenient sink. Hopefully, you'll be able to get the word to them before they reach that stage of unloading.”
The avatar flicked the image of Earth away, then tapped 'his side' of the wall four more times. With each one, a new visual-window opened: one displaying the view just outside the foyer, another the main stairwell from the camera on the half-step just above the second-floor landing, the third the first-floor walkway (identifiable as such by the view of Lord Zee bustling in and out of the doorway to 'his' quarters, giving directions to the flow of 'servants') and the final one the view of the ground-floor walkway.
Up among the caravan, Thusarrel acted as a kind of traffic-director, guiding groups of servants with gestures and shouts to one wagon after another, in an order that made no particular sense to me. The 'flackaroos' stayed in the center, managed by three ragged-looking folk who seemed to know what they were doing; they also hurried to rake up any droppings as quickly as possible, out of the foot-traffic of the flow of servants carrying as mismatched a collection of luggage, furniture, decor and miscellany as ever came out of an estate sale. Kregorim's wagon remained mostly ignored, though the stair-steps remained down.
On the main staircase, Adallinda and Pippa made their way downward, the 'lady' scowling at the lines of servants passing her in both directions and flowing around her too-wide dress as smoothly as possible. Pippa guided her charge to frequent rest stops on the half-landings, sparing a moment here and there to nod back at the silent looks of gratitude from the luggage-bearing people.
“You're certain that my greedy brothers have both gone for the chambers adjacent to my father's, Pippa?” Adallida demanded.
Her servant nodded once, then offered her hand to help steer the young lady back into the flow of foot-traffic. “Of course, my lady, “ she answered. “They both wish for the honor of being physically closest to your father's chosen quarters, though your cousin and sister
On the first-floor view, from the camera opposite the service staircase and now pointing toward the lobby, I just caught a glimpse of Bhiocasaid shepherding Zoti into the second 'double unit' on the first floor, Yera and Totra actually holding the somnambulent Zoti while Bhiocasaid held off Nehdud and Haruinn as they protested the two ladies staking their claim ahead of the 'more worthy young lords' of the family.
“We're not sharing quarters with you beasts, and that's simply that!” she shouted at them. “If you want your own choice of suitable quarters, you'd better get down to the ground-floor and claim one before Adallinda does!”
The boys blinked at her, then looked at each other. Nehdud spun on his heel and raced back to the cliff-face lounge area, shoving his way through the flow of servants. I winced as I watched him making half-hearted goo-goo eyes and kissy-faces at whichever of them had obviously female shapes under their travel-rags. The female servants burdened with effects, even boxes the size of filled shopping bags that couldn't possibly require two people to hold, found themselves getting extra help to disguise both women's use of the item in question as a makeshift shield against his efforts. However slowly he was moving, though, he still made faster progress than Haruinn could possibly manage.
Adallinda's voice rang out from below, shrieking in triumph. Through the final view-window, Kregorim and I observed as she managed to slap her hand on the not-glass biometric scanner next to the door to the lower double-unit, Pippa now holding the sweating lady up and maneuvering her through the door, a line of six servants carrying baggage behind them.
Nehdud pushed through the line of servants to stand in front of the handrail, slamming his fist on the stone with one hand and snarling. Then he turned to look at Haruinn, noting his near-complete lack of movement, and his rage turned to a grin. He waved at his rival for the remaining double-suite, then resumed his efforts to force his way through the flows of servants.
Haruinn clenched his fists, until Midmolk pointed at the 'service stairway' just next to the now-claimed double-unit. “Their position matches something similar on the door below, master,” he pointed out.
Haruinn nodded, clanking his way to them at best possible speed, Midmolk following with the tower-shield. The Lignignory male slapped his hand on the palm-scanner; I granted him temporary access, mostly because I wanted to see if he could possibly beat that smarmy Nehdud if he had a clearer path. The young man succeeded in surprising me by gesturing at Midmolk, who handed him the tower-shield. He proceeded to ride it down the two half-flights of stairs like a sled, scraping the heck out of the finish and arriving at the ground-floor before Nehdud made it all the way through the lobby.
Haruinn pushed himself to his apparent limit, huffing and red-faced, as he quick-marched with all of that extra metal on his front to reach the palm-scanner and slap his hand on it.
Just as Nehdud threw open the door from the ground-floor lobby to see him do it.
The knife-burdened man strode into his doorway while Nehdud sank to his knees with a frustrated scream.
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Mission Log: Day 0024
Addendum 04
Well. The jig would seem to be up, as the old folks used to say. I started by dimming the north-facing windows, slowly enough to merely catch Kregorim's attention; he responded by turning his head to face them and letting his bushy eyebrows rise a bit, but generally keeping a neutral stance. Then, I animated a glowing white dot appearing on the duskward wall at roughly chest-height to my new visitor, then extending it vertically into a line, then expanding it laterally into a door. Then, I let my avatar open it 'from his side', walk through, and close it again.
“I'm called Joachim,” I said, animating the avatar's mouth to match my movements, along with rubbing the back of his head with his left hand. “And I have to say that that spell of yours was... an interesting experience.”
Kregorim nodded and offered a stiff bow. “Then we would seem to have been equal partners in the exchange,” he answered, the barest trace of a twinkle in what I could pick up of his eyes; if he had anything like a smirk under that thicket of facial hair, I couldn't detect it. “So, are there any other introductions to be made? Exchanges of oaths or demands for sacrifices, things of that nature?”
I chuckled, and pointed at the fabricators behind him. “Introductions, certainly. No sacrifices of baubles or blood, if that was what you expected. But I'd advise you to get some practice in making your own furniture. It'll take a bit of explaining, even if I try to trim it down.”
Kregorim nodded, and this time I could definitely hear a chuckle in his voice. “I would be highly disappointed were that not the case, Joachim of the mysterious outpost,” he answered. He gestured at the fabricators. “Would you mind offering a weary old scholar some assistance with these marvelous machines?”
I animated the avatar nodding, then waving at the walls. “You may have noticed that the chambers in which your...” the avatar coughed into one hand, then continued, “... Lord Zortemos Egenor Lignignory the Fourth has been settling have those empty frames on the walls of each room?” The avatar pointed off to one side, and a simplified version of the baseline model of the communication-screens appeared a handsbreadth away from his finger. “I can see and hear through them, and they have other functions as well, but this unit specifically includes the fullest expression of the tool.”
With that, I 'jumped' the avatar onto the dawnward wall of the utility room, releasing another light coughing sound to let Kregorim know where 'he' had gone. “This way, at least, I won't need to raise my voice so it carries further...”
Addendum 05:
Kregorim turned out to be a very quick study. I walked him through designing some new clothes, starting from the base model of a Chinese scholastic robe but incorporating a three layers of lighter fabric in something more akin to a Japanese kimono. Yes, I helped him figure out some more practical forms of undergarments, and the very concept of 'elastic' fascinated him; I left a mental note to explore 'latex' and the organic sources thereof with him at some later point. And, of course, getting to the first pair of suitable 'house slippers' presented no challenge at all.
Still, I satisfied his curiosity about the need for five 'magic trunks' in rather short order, and once he got into his own set of 'wondrous finery' he tossed his 'traveling robes and unmentionables' into the 'laundry' trunk. Once he'd gotten the remaining machines programmed for things like a camp-cot and bedding, a chair and writing desk and a samovar of all things, I sort of walked him through the rest of the unit's features.
“Quite an array of tankards,” he commented, in the kitchen. “Stocked well enough to entertain guests of a stature from Orks all the way down to Gnomes, unless I'm very much mistaken.”
I animated the avatar nodding. “I'll need to explain more about that, but you and the rest of the group aren't my first guests.”
He nodded, and turned to face the avatar; his smile was wide enough to re-arrange the forest of his facial hair. “I'll try to keep from disappointing Lord Zee overmuch on the point,” he said, then turned to face the refrigerator. “Another magic trunk?” he asked, examining it without touching it. “Wider than the others... does this one produce foodstuffs?”
“Not produce them, as such, but it does serve as a 'cold well', of sorts. The upper section keeps things moderately cool, the lower section keeps them frozen.”
That got another look of wonder out of him. “You can maintain ice in there, without magic?” he asked, pulling out the freezer-drawer and confirming it for himself. “What manner of foods are these?” he went on, examining the squared, shrink-wrapped blocks and rounded tubs.
“Soups, meats, and vegetables, for the most part. The rounded tubs are sort of an experiment for a dessert.”
“I don't suppose you could allow a hungry traveler something a bit more substantial?”
“You skipped past the cold box,” I pointed out. “I've been experimenting with various kinds of meats as well as vegetable dishes...”
“Soups of some sort...?” he asked, closing the freezer-drawer and opening the refrigerator. He paused, visibly confused, before extracting one of the wrapped and sealed 'meal bowls', turning it to examine it from three different angles, then replacing it to examine another, and then another. Finally, he selected one and turned to face the avatar. “The lid has markings resembling words, but I cannot say with confidence that I comprehend them precisely,” he said. “What is meant by... 'Pasta Salad Experiment Number 8'... if you don't mind?”
The avatar pointed. “The silverware you'll probably want is in the second drawer from the end,” I said. “As far as your question is concerned, I have... several different kinds of farms in the spaces below the living quarters up here on the surface, and a rather large library of information from my home that permits me to make approximations of a small but growing number of food.” I added a slight blush to the avatar's cheeks. “I have no capacity to taste or smell things, at least as you or the others might, so I have no idea whether you'll find it appetizing. All I can tell you is that I have a limited stock of various spices in the cabinet just to the right of this box, which is known as a 'refrigerator' in my language. If you feel the need to repay me for my hospitality, you're welcome to help me learn the names for the spices while we talk.”
Addendum 06
Kregorim devoured the first salad, admitting between bites that the Lignignory family's exit from the Ducal lands to the south had been somewhat hurried and therefore their dining-experiences had been something of a gamble. “We've managed to trade for many things as we head north,” he commented. He had figured out how to get clean drinking water from the kitchen sink into an Ork-scaled flagon without much prompting, and after swallowing five mouthfuls proceeded to turn his attention to the salad. I explained the basic ingredients and principles of 'pasta', as he considered a segment of neo-rotini on his fork. He ate it, a thoughtful expression on his face, eventually dubbing it 'surprisingly flavorful'.
From there, I walked him through an explanation of the 'dish washer' and 'stove' before guiding him through a simple tour of the rest of the house. The bathroom intrigued him, but he expressed even greater fascination with the barbecue on the back patio, especially the 'fuel pellets' I provided in sealed bags from one of the lower shelves.
“Why bother with such means, when these other amazing machines can cook food with greater precision?” he asked.
“My function, the reason I exist, is to help people recover from disasters,” I answered, when he came back inside from admiring the stonework of the patio handrails. “If they happen to be more comfortable cooking their own food over a fire, I want to help them do so. Hence, the cookfire station out there. It's called a 'barbecue grill' in my language, by the way.”
“...'Your language'...” he repeated, returning to the main room and settling down into his chair with a flagon of water in his right hand. “You've also mentioned 'your home' at least once in my hearing. May I ask where you come from?”
Hoo, boy. Tough questions...
“I'm from a lot further away than you might think, to begin with,” I explained. The avatar pointed south with his right hand, in the general direction of one of the four moons glowing in the sky. “For one thing, I'm from a place with only one moon.” The avatar tapped 'his side' of the wall with the other, and an equatorial-perspective image of Earth showing North and South America along with a portion of Antarctica down at the bottom. “This is a special kind of illusion, showing details of my home from far above its surface,” I explained.
Kregorim's eyes widened and he took a long pull from his flagon. “Seas, forests, deserts, mountains, wintry wastelands,” he murmured, attention moving from one detail to the next, until finally he straightened up in his chair. “... None of the lands with which I have knowledge appear here,” he stated. “And I suspect that this globe's other face will reveal similar mysteries.”
I animated the avatar shrugging. “Likely.”
I considered my next words very carefully. “Since I arrived here, 24 days ago, I have watched the heavens as best I can. From what I have discerned, the local star... or your sun... is measurably different than mine. I haven't been able to pick out any local planets yet, but I can say for certain that if any of the stars in your sky are the ones my people had cataloged, they're too far away for me to positively identify as such.”
Kregorim took that in, eyebrows twitching, and drained his flagon dry. He took it away from his mouth with a scowl, directed at the offending drinkware, but reduced its intensity before turning back to address the avatar. “I don't suppose you've managed to produce anything like a good strong ale since you've arrived?” he asked. “Our own supplies of such things are unlikely to be fit for drinking.”
I animated the avatar raising an eyebrow and waggling a finger. “I've none available, alas, though I do have some rather promising teas,” I told him. “You'll need to fabricate a teapot, though.”
He got up and proceeded to do so. As he did, I continued, “As far as your assessment of whatever ale you've managed to carry with you, I would ask you to ask the servants to pour whatever portion of it they wish to discard into the nearest convenient sink. Hopefully, you'll be able to get the word to them before they reach that stage of unloading.”
The avatar flicked the image of Earth away, then tapped 'his side' of the wall four more times. With each one, a new visual-window opened: one displaying the view just outside the foyer, another the main stairwell from the camera on the half-step just above the second-floor landing, the third the first-floor walkway (identifiable as such by the view of Lord Zee bustling in and out of the doorway to 'his' quarters, giving directions to the flow of 'servants') and the final one the view of the ground-floor walkway.
Up among the caravan, Thusarrel acted as a kind of traffic-director, guiding groups of servants with gestures and shouts to one wagon after another, in an order that made no particular sense to me. The 'flackaroos' stayed in the center, managed by three ragged-looking folk who seemed to know what they were doing; they also hurried to rake up any droppings as quickly as possible, out of the foot-traffic of the flow of servants carrying as mismatched a collection of luggage, furniture, decor and miscellany as ever came out of an estate sale. Kregorim's wagon remained mostly ignored, though the stair-steps remained down.
On the main staircase, Adallinda and Pippa made their way downward, the 'lady' scowling at the lines of servants passing her in both directions and flowing around her too-wide dress as smoothly as possible. Pippa guided her charge to frequent rest stops on the half-landings, sparing a moment here and there to nod back at the silent looks of gratitude from the luggage-bearing people.
“You're certain that my greedy brothers have both gone for the chambers adjacent to my father's, Pippa?” Adallida demanded.
Her servant nodded once, then offered her hand to help steer the young lady back into the flow of foot-traffic. “Of course, my lady, “ she answered. “They both wish for the honor of being physically closest to your father's chosen quarters, though your cousin and sister
On the first-floor view, from the camera opposite the service staircase and now pointing toward the lobby, I just caught a glimpse of Bhiocasaid shepherding Zoti into the second 'double unit' on the first floor, Yera and Totra actually holding the somnambulent Zoti while Bhiocasaid held off Nehdud and Haruinn as they protested the two ladies staking their claim ahead of the 'more worthy young lords' of the family.
“We're not sharing quarters with you beasts, and that's simply that!” she shouted at them. “If you want your own choice of suitable quarters, you'd better get down to the ground-floor and claim one before Adallinda does!”
The boys blinked at her, then looked at each other. Nehdud spun on his heel and raced back to the cliff-face lounge area, shoving his way through the flow of servants. I winced as I watched him making half-hearted goo-goo eyes and kissy-faces at whichever of them had obviously female shapes under their travel-rags. The female servants burdened with effects, even boxes the size of filled shopping bags that couldn't possibly require two people to hold, found themselves getting extra help to disguise both women's use of the item in question as a makeshift shield against his efforts. However slowly he was moving, though, he still made faster progress than Haruinn could possibly manage.
Adallinda's voice rang out from below, shrieking in triumph. Through the final view-window, Kregorim and I observed as she managed to slap her hand on the not-glass biometric scanner next to the door to the lower double-unit, Pippa now holding the sweating lady up and maneuvering her through the door, a line of six servants carrying baggage behind them.
Nehdud pushed through the line of servants to stand in front of the handrail, slamming his fist on the stone with one hand and snarling. Then he turned to look at Haruinn, noting his near-complete lack of movement, and his rage turned to a grin. He waved at his rival for the remaining double-suite, then resumed his efforts to force his way through the flows of servants.
Haruinn clenched his fists, until Midmolk pointed at the 'service stairway' just next to the now-claimed double-unit. “Their position matches something similar on the door below, master,” he pointed out.
Haruinn nodded, clanking his way to them at best possible speed, Midmolk following with the tower-shield. The Lignignory male slapped his hand on the palm-scanner; I granted him temporary access, mostly because I wanted to see if he could possibly beat that smarmy Nehdud if he had a clearer path. The young man succeeded in surprising me by gesturing at Midmolk, who handed him the tower-shield. He proceeded to ride it down the two half-flights of stairs like a sled, scraping the heck out of the finish and arriving at the ground-floor before Nehdud made it all the way through the lobby.
Haruinn pushed himself to his apparent limit, huffing and red-faced, as he quick-marched with all of that extra metal on his front to reach the palm-scanner and slap his hand on it.
Just as Nehdud threw open the door from the ground-floor lobby to see him do it.
The knife-burdened man strode into his doorway while Nehdud sank to his knees with a frustrated scream.
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2024.05.20 09:14 modzer0 Ever take a dogman to the vet?
I should not be writing this. I know they will be looking for me as soon as this goes live. I had to get the word out despite all the secrecy surrounding the project. I don't know what they'll do to me when they find me, but this has to get out.
I was unemployed looking for work when I came across a job listing offering a strangely large amount of money. What did I have to loose? I called the number and they gave me a website to go to that took me through an application process and a security clearance form that I had to fill out the last seven years of my life. They said it would be months until the clearance would come through but to my surprise a month later I got a phone call telling me I had been granted Interm Secret clearance and the job would proceed.
I had to go to a building without any name on it downtown and they took my photo for an ID card and a packet of information about where I was to go to the next day.
The next morning I drove to the address with a mix of excitement and apprehension. What about this job required a security clearance? Why had I gotten my interm secret so quickly? I figured I'd soon find out when I pulled up to a gate with a card reader. I swiped my ID and the razor wire topped gate slid open so I could pass. Yeah nothing ominous about that. I drove a mile or so down the road and parked in the parking lot in front of a building that looked like the set of a prison movie. The windows were narrow slits and I could tell from a distance that the door was very heavy duty. Thinking back a few minutes ago wasn't the top of that razor wire fence angled in as if to keep something in rather than people out?
I got out and approached the heavy door. I spotted the card reader and used my ID on it and it flashed green and there was a loud clunking sound from the door as it unlocked. I had to put some muscle behind it to get it to open and then it shut behind me followed by another loud clunk as the locks reengaged.
I turned to see a thick armored window with a guard staring me down.
"First day huh?" he asked me as he looked at his screen.
"Yeah," I said a bit nervously.
"Sit tight, your department head will be coming to pick you up and take you to your in-brief," he said.
"What uh, what is this place?" I asked.
"All that will be answered by the briefing so have a seat and relax. You're likely in the safest spot in the facility," he said.
I looked at the inner door and noticed it was just as thick and heavy as the outer one. I was essentially sitting in an armored booth so he was technically right about it being safe.
When my boss arrived he was wearing scrubs and had his ID card clipped to the bottom of the V of the top.
"So, you're my new tech?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir," I replied.
"Good, hopefully you follow instructions better than the last one," he said. "I'm Dr. Tanner. You can call me 'Sir' or 'Doctor'."
"Sir, can you tell me what I'll be doing here?" I asked.
"All in due time. First you need to complete the safety briefing. It is not a joke. Take a look at the windows and doors if you need convincing. The government doesn't spend this kind of money unless it's very necessary, and it is. You'll understand the need for it when I introduce you to our charges. I'm not going to tell you yet because I enjoy the look on people's faces when they get their first peak of what we're doing here," he said. "Now, for the safety briefing. Follow me."
He began to open the inner door when he stopped and looked back at me. "Do you have any electronic devices on you?"
"No Sir, the security documents instructed me to leave my phone and anything with a digital memory in the car," I said.
"Excellent, you're already demonstrating that you can follow directions," he said. Was that a hint of a smile I saw?
He lead me down the hallway to a room on the left and used his card to unlock and open the door. After I walked inside what appeared to be a conference room he followed me inside and let the door shut.
I immediately noticed the back of the door wasn't the usual thing one would expect to see. It had a big lever in the middle that looked like it operated bolts to secure the door shut. I started to wonder what the hell I had gotten myself into. I expected to be working with maybe the facility's guard dogs. This kind of security was on a level I hadn't experienced before.
"Good, you're observant, another plus," the doctor said.
He walked over to the table and picked up a recorder and pressed play. A trilling alarm sound came for it and he let it play for a few seconds before cutting it off.
"If you hear that sound along with flashing red lights you are to go to the nearest safe room, such as this one and use this lever to bolt the door," He walked over and pressed a button by the windows and the thick glass became opaque.
"And you are to opaque the windows with the control in the room so nothing can see in," he said and then pointed to a door on the other wall that had 'Emergency Supplies' written on it. "There you will find food, water, and other necessities if you happen to be locked down for an extended period of time. There is also a radio already set to the control room frequency. If the phone is not working pull the tab on the back of the radio so the battery makes contact and reports in with the information posted on the back of the door. That's basically who you are, where you are, and if there are any threats you know of near you. Otherwise sit tight unless told otherwise."
"Threats?" I asked.
"Our charges are out of containment or an external threat," the doctor replied.
"What's so dangerous that we need bunker rooms like this?" I asked.
"All in due time," he replied. "Have you ever used a tranquilizer gun?"
"No," I responded.
"No matter, you'd need to qualify on the two types we use anyway with the security team," he said.
"Why do we need tranquilizer guns?" I asked.
"The animals we work with are dangerous. They're sedated before they get to us and one of our tasks is to make sure they stay sedated until they're returned to the enclosure. If one wakes up and slips a restraint you are not going to want to go near it to give an injection. That's why we have tranq guns," The doctor said.
"That makes perfect sense to me," I said. My curiosity was burning wondering what we were working with. Had to be something like large predators to require this much security. A grizzly would be a plausible reason why the doors had the extra bars. The force they could produce could snap the usual latches.
"Good because it's time for my favorite part. Showing the new guy what we work with," the doctor said and led the way deeper into the facility and up a set of stars to a room labeled 'observation deck'.
"The windows are to remain frosted by the electronic controls there whenever the room is not in use. They cannot see in but they seem to know someone is watching them and it upsets them. It's best for everyone if they are not upset," He reached over and pressed the button and the electronic frosting cleared.
That's the moment where my brain completely derailed and I questioned my own sanity.
"W-Werewolves?" I asked.
"No, at least not at this facility. These are a lesser known cryptid called Dogmen, kind of like Bigfoot."
"Wait, is Bigfoot real?" I asked.
"Yes, but not nearly as widespread as 'sightings' would make you think," he said.
"If these exist, what else is real?" I asked him.
"That's beyond your need to know," he said sternly, but then his face softened. "I'll lend you a book later that contains everything we've confirmed and studied. After all, if you continue with this job you will have the opportunity to work with them in the future, and it's best you know what you're getting into," he said. "One benefit they probably haven't gotten around to telling you yet is that they will pay for your education. You can become a full veterinarian working with the most interesting creatures that exist," he said. "Not a bad gig, huh?"
"Except for the part where I'm working with large dangerous creatures," I said.
"Large, intelligent, dangerous creatures," he replied. "And that is why we have procedures and rules. Things like always having more sedative staged to inject if a patient starts to wake up, having them restrained at all times, and if they do wake up you have the tranq guns to put them back under without risking yourself," he said and tapped the control to frost over the glass again.
Our next stop was back in the conference room where there were now a couple of binders.
"Now for the boring part. Study these because you'll have to pass a test on them later. It's those procedures I mentioned. It covers everything from handling the animals, dosages we use, and why we can't leave after dark."
"Wait, we can't leave after dark?" I asked, a bit alarmed.
"There are dogmen in the woods surrounding this facility. The fence does a decent job of keeping them out but they do get in and they're not happy we have some of their kind captive. They're fairly shy during the day and become active at night so it's for your own safety that once the sun sets you stay here. We have secure rooms just for the occasion, and scrubs are not short in supply if you need a change of clothing. We have a mess hall staffed 24/7 by some excellent cooks. People who can do this job are rare so they take care of us. Now get to reading, you'll have to pass a test before you're allowed to work. I'll come pick you up for lunch."
I did as he said and spent the next few hours reading with a break for the promised lunch that was beef stroganoff and actually really good. I went for seconds. Then it was back to memorizing policy and procedures till I was finally done and managed a passing score on the test. That was followed by some time at an indoor range getting qualified on the tranq guns.
The doctor reviewed my test and nodded. "Excellent, you're a fast learner. We've rescheduled some things for tomorrow so we'll have the extra help. You head home and get a good night's rest. I'll see you in the morning in the veterinary section, just follow the signs it's easy to find," the doctor said.
I did as he said and drove home. I couldn't help but be a good deal more vigilant as I looked at the woods on the way out. Dogmen were out there and no one in the area except us knew. There were the cryptid hunters but they didn't know for sure like I did from seeing a pack close up.
Needless to say I didn't get a whole lot of sleep that night. My mind was racing with the possibilities of what was real from all of the stories.
In the morning I made breakfast and sat for a bit having to give myself a reality check that yesterday wasn't just a dream, so I finally picked up my keys and headed out. I drove down the lonely road and passed through the gate without incident. I parked my car and made my way through the security checkpoints and began following the signs to the Veterinarian department. As the doctor had said, it wasn't difficult to find.
There were three entrances all like airlocks that were long enough for a gurney. It didn't take long to figure out the purpose. If you had dangerous animals inside you wanted at least one door containment so they couldn't get past you and into the larger facility.
I went inside through the airlock like doors one at a time and found myself in a very familiar veterinary clinic though one that was very well stocked.
It was then that I met my other coworker, I'll call him Mike, who was sitting on a stool reading a magazine.
"Hey, you must be the new guy. I'm Mike," he said and I introduced myself.
"So, your first big day. You excited, or terrified?" Mike asked.
"A bit of both," I said honestly.
"Relax, by the time they get to us they've been pumped with enough drugs to drop an elephant. We take samples and the guards take them back out. Then we run the usual tests like any other animal. It's easy money," Mike said. "We're never in any danger."
"What about all of the procedures?" I asked.
"There's what's written down on paper and then there's what is practical and works. If we followed the checklist for every dogman that's brought in here it would just take us twice as long, and twice as long that it can wake up," Mike said. "So relax, I'll show you what you really have to do to streamline things."
What was I to say? He'd obviously been doing this for a long time and if his system worked who was I to question it?
Our first patient of the day made me the most nervous. The security team wheeled in a restrained female on a gurney right into the middle of our space then they backed out. Being the new guy I did the basics by checking heart rate, breathing, and looking into the eyes to make sure she was out cold. Everything was normal based on the numbers I had memorized.
Mike watched me, corrected my stethoscope placement a little and started drawing blood as soon as I was done. The moment he was done he buzzed the guards to take her back out while he labeled the samples.
"Less time they're in here the better so label your samples and fill out the papers once they're taken out," Mike said. "No need to have a dangerous animal laying around while we fill out forms."
"What about the extra sedative we're supposed to have ready?" I asked.
"The tranq guns are right there. Much safer to back off out of reach and just shoot them with another dose," Mike said. I couldn't fault his logic.
We had four more patients that day all went as smoothly as the first and I was beginning to relax. It was our last patient of the day when things went wrong.
It started normally with the guards rolling the male into our space and I took vitals and checked the eyes.
"Hey, I have some dilation here. I don't think he's under enough. Where's the sedative?" I asked.
"Don't worry about it. I'll be done before he realizes what happened," Mike said and undid one of the restraints a little so he could get to the vein. It was at that point things went horribly wrong. As soon as Mike inserted the needle the male woke up and jabbed it's hand upward catching Mike in the throat and spraying blood everywhere. I moved forward out of instinct to try and tighten the restraint when I felt a searing pain across my face and my right eye went red.
I stumbled back. Oh God had I lost my eye? I shook myself out of it long enough to badge through a door and throw the bolts before pressing the intercom button. "Creature out of containment in veterinary. I think Mike is dead. I'm hurt and need a medic!" I said before blacking out.
I don't know how long it was but when I woke up I was in a hospital room and the Veterinarian was sitting beside my bed.
"You're safe, you're in a hospital and just out of cosmetic surgery. You'll have some scars but it'll look like the result of a big cat. Your eye is fine."
"Mike?" I asked.
"Dead before any help would get to him. We have video of the whole thing including you questioning him multiple times on matters of procedure. Don't let someone senior intimidate you into not being safe. You have a month's paid leave to recuperate." he said.
So here I am. I need some advice. Should I go back to work after my leave is done or turn in my resignation? It won't take them much to figure out who I am if they find this post. I also don't know what they'll do to me if they do.
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I was unemployed looking for work when I came across a job listing offering a strangely large amount of money. What did I have to loose? I called the number and they gave me a website to go to that took me through an application process and a security clearance form that I had to fill out the last seven years of my life. They said it would be months until the clearance would come through but to my surprise a month later I got a phone call telling me I had been granted Interm Secret clearance and the job would proceed.
I had to go to a building without any name on it downtown and they took my photo for an ID card and a packet of information about where I was to go to the next day.
The next morning I drove to the address with a mix of excitement and apprehension. What about this job required a security clearance? Why had I gotten my interm secret so quickly? I figured I'd soon find out when I pulled up to a gate with a card reader. I swiped my ID and the razor wire topped gate slid open so I could pass. Yeah nothing ominous about that. I drove a mile or so down the road and parked in the parking lot in front of a building that looked like the set of a prison movie. The windows were narrow slits and I could tell from a distance that the door was very heavy duty. Thinking back a few minutes ago wasn't the top of that razor wire fence angled in as if to keep something in rather than people out?
I got out and approached the heavy door. I spotted the card reader and used my ID on it and it flashed green and there was a loud clunking sound from the door as it unlocked. I had to put some muscle behind it to get it to open and then it shut behind me followed by another loud clunk as the locks reengaged.
I turned to see a thick armored window with a guard staring me down.
"First day huh?" he asked me as he looked at his screen.
"Yeah," I said a bit nervously.
"Sit tight, your department head will be coming to pick you up and take you to your in-brief," he said.
"What uh, what is this place?" I asked.
"All that will be answered by the briefing so have a seat and relax. You're likely in the safest spot in the facility," he said.
I looked at the inner door and noticed it was just as thick and heavy as the outer one. I was essentially sitting in an armored booth so he was technically right about it being safe.
When my boss arrived he was wearing scrubs and had his ID card clipped to the bottom of the V of the top.
"So, you're my new tech?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir," I replied.
"Good, hopefully you follow instructions better than the last one," he said. "I'm Dr. Tanner. You can call me 'Sir' or 'Doctor'."
"Sir, can you tell me what I'll be doing here?" I asked.
"All in due time. First you need to complete the safety briefing. It is not a joke. Take a look at the windows and doors if you need convincing. The government doesn't spend this kind of money unless it's very necessary, and it is. You'll understand the need for it when I introduce you to our charges. I'm not going to tell you yet because I enjoy the look on people's faces when they get their first peak of what we're doing here," he said. "Now, for the safety briefing. Follow me."
He began to open the inner door when he stopped and looked back at me. "Do you have any electronic devices on you?"
"No Sir, the security documents instructed me to leave my phone and anything with a digital memory in the car," I said.
"Excellent, you're already demonstrating that you can follow directions," he said. Was that a hint of a smile I saw?
He lead me down the hallway to a room on the left and used his card to unlock and open the door. After I walked inside what appeared to be a conference room he followed me inside and let the door shut.
I immediately noticed the back of the door wasn't the usual thing one would expect to see. It had a big lever in the middle that looked like it operated bolts to secure the door shut. I started to wonder what the hell I had gotten myself into. I expected to be working with maybe the facility's guard dogs. This kind of security was on a level I hadn't experienced before.
"Good, you're observant, another plus," the doctor said.
He walked over to the table and picked up a recorder and pressed play. A trilling alarm sound came for it and he let it play for a few seconds before cutting it off.
"If you hear that sound along with flashing red lights you are to go to the nearest safe room, such as this one and use this lever to bolt the door," He walked over and pressed a button by the windows and the thick glass became opaque.
"And you are to opaque the windows with the control in the room so nothing can see in," he said and then pointed to a door on the other wall that had 'Emergency Supplies' written on it. "There you will find food, water, and other necessities if you happen to be locked down for an extended period of time. There is also a radio already set to the control room frequency. If the phone is not working pull the tab on the back of the radio so the battery makes contact and reports in with the information posted on the back of the door. That's basically who you are, where you are, and if there are any threats you know of near you. Otherwise sit tight unless told otherwise."
"Threats?" I asked.
"Our charges are out of containment or an external threat," the doctor replied.
"What's so dangerous that we need bunker rooms like this?" I asked.
"All in due time," he replied. "Have you ever used a tranquilizer gun?"
"No," I responded.
"No matter, you'd need to qualify on the two types we use anyway with the security team," he said.
"Why do we need tranquilizer guns?" I asked.
"The animals we work with are dangerous. They're sedated before they get to us and one of our tasks is to make sure they stay sedated until they're returned to the enclosure. If one wakes up and slips a restraint you are not going to want to go near it to give an injection. That's why we have tranq guns," The doctor said.
"That makes perfect sense to me," I said. My curiosity was burning wondering what we were working with. Had to be something like large predators to require this much security. A grizzly would be a plausible reason why the doors had the extra bars. The force they could produce could snap the usual latches.
"Good because it's time for my favorite part. Showing the new guy what we work with," the doctor said and led the way deeper into the facility and up a set of stars to a room labeled 'observation deck'.
"The windows are to remain frosted by the electronic controls there whenever the room is not in use. They cannot see in but they seem to know someone is watching them and it upsets them. It's best for everyone if they are not upset," He reached over and pressed the button and the electronic frosting cleared.
That's the moment where my brain completely derailed and I questioned my own sanity.
"W-Werewolves?" I asked.
"No, at least not at this facility. These are a lesser known cryptid called Dogmen, kind of like Bigfoot."
"Wait, is Bigfoot real?" I asked.
"Yes, but not nearly as widespread as 'sightings' would make you think," he said.
"If these exist, what else is real?" I asked him.
"That's beyond your need to know," he said sternly, but then his face softened. "I'll lend you a book later that contains everything we've confirmed and studied. After all, if you continue with this job you will have the opportunity to work with them in the future, and it's best you know what you're getting into," he said. "One benefit they probably haven't gotten around to telling you yet is that they will pay for your education. You can become a full veterinarian working with the most interesting creatures that exist," he said. "Not a bad gig, huh?"
"Except for the part where I'm working with large dangerous creatures," I said.
"Large, intelligent, dangerous creatures," he replied. "And that is why we have procedures and rules. Things like always having more sedative staged to inject if a patient starts to wake up, having them restrained at all times, and if they do wake up you have the tranq guns to put them back under without risking yourself," he said and tapped the control to frost over the glass again.
Our next stop was back in the conference room where there were now a couple of binders.
"Now for the boring part. Study these because you'll have to pass a test on them later. It's those procedures I mentioned. It covers everything from handling the animals, dosages we use, and why we can't leave after dark."
"Wait, we can't leave after dark?" I asked, a bit alarmed.
"There are dogmen in the woods surrounding this facility. The fence does a decent job of keeping them out but they do get in and they're not happy we have some of their kind captive. They're fairly shy during the day and become active at night so it's for your own safety that once the sun sets you stay here. We have secure rooms just for the occasion, and scrubs are not short in supply if you need a change of clothing. We have a mess hall staffed 24/7 by some excellent cooks. People who can do this job are rare so they take care of us. Now get to reading, you'll have to pass a test before you're allowed to work. I'll come pick you up for lunch."
I did as he said and spent the next few hours reading with a break for the promised lunch that was beef stroganoff and actually really good. I went for seconds. Then it was back to memorizing policy and procedures till I was finally done and managed a passing score on the test. That was followed by some time at an indoor range getting qualified on the tranq guns.
The doctor reviewed my test and nodded. "Excellent, you're a fast learner. We've rescheduled some things for tomorrow so we'll have the extra help. You head home and get a good night's rest. I'll see you in the morning in the veterinary section, just follow the signs it's easy to find," the doctor said.
I did as he said and drove home. I couldn't help but be a good deal more vigilant as I looked at the woods on the way out. Dogmen were out there and no one in the area except us knew. There were the cryptid hunters but they didn't know for sure like I did from seeing a pack close up.
Needless to say I didn't get a whole lot of sleep that night. My mind was racing with the possibilities of what was real from all of the stories.
In the morning I made breakfast and sat for a bit having to give myself a reality check that yesterday wasn't just a dream, so I finally picked up my keys and headed out. I drove down the lonely road and passed through the gate without incident. I parked my car and made my way through the security checkpoints and began following the signs to the Veterinarian department. As the doctor had said, it wasn't difficult to find.
There were three entrances all like airlocks that were long enough for a gurney. It didn't take long to figure out the purpose. If you had dangerous animals inside you wanted at least one door containment so they couldn't get past you and into the larger facility.
I went inside through the airlock like doors one at a time and found myself in a very familiar veterinary clinic though one that was very well stocked.
It was then that I met my other coworker, I'll call him Mike, who was sitting on a stool reading a magazine.
"Hey, you must be the new guy. I'm Mike," he said and I introduced myself.
"So, your first big day. You excited, or terrified?" Mike asked.
"A bit of both," I said honestly.
"Relax, by the time they get to us they've been pumped with enough drugs to drop an elephant. We take samples and the guards take them back out. Then we run the usual tests like any other animal. It's easy money," Mike said. "We're never in any danger."
"What about all of the procedures?" I asked.
"There's what's written down on paper and then there's what is practical and works. If we followed the checklist for every dogman that's brought in here it would just take us twice as long, and twice as long that it can wake up," Mike said. "So relax, I'll show you what you really have to do to streamline things."
What was I to say? He'd obviously been doing this for a long time and if his system worked who was I to question it?
Our first patient of the day made me the most nervous. The security team wheeled in a restrained female on a gurney right into the middle of our space then they backed out. Being the new guy I did the basics by checking heart rate, breathing, and looking into the eyes to make sure she was out cold. Everything was normal based on the numbers I had memorized.
Mike watched me, corrected my stethoscope placement a little and started drawing blood as soon as I was done. The moment he was done he buzzed the guards to take her back out while he labeled the samples.
"Less time they're in here the better so label your samples and fill out the papers once they're taken out," Mike said. "No need to have a dangerous animal laying around while we fill out forms."
"What about the extra sedative we're supposed to have ready?" I asked.
"The tranq guns are right there. Much safer to back off out of reach and just shoot them with another dose," Mike said. I couldn't fault his logic.
We had four more patients that day all went as smoothly as the first and I was beginning to relax. It was our last patient of the day when things went wrong.
It started normally with the guards rolling the male into our space and I took vitals and checked the eyes.
"Hey, I have some dilation here. I don't think he's under enough. Where's the sedative?" I asked.
"Don't worry about it. I'll be done before he realizes what happened," Mike said and undid one of the restraints a little so he could get to the vein. It was at that point things went horribly wrong. As soon as Mike inserted the needle the male woke up and jabbed it's hand upward catching Mike in the throat and spraying blood everywhere. I moved forward out of instinct to try and tighten the restraint when I felt a searing pain across my face and my right eye went red.
I stumbled back. Oh God had I lost my eye? I shook myself out of it long enough to badge through a door and throw the bolts before pressing the intercom button. "Creature out of containment in veterinary. I think Mike is dead. I'm hurt and need a medic!" I said before blacking out.
I don't know how long it was but when I woke up I was in a hospital room and the Veterinarian was sitting beside my bed.
"You're safe, you're in a hospital and just out of cosmetic surgery. You'll have some scars but it'll look like the result of a big cat. Your eye is fine."
"Mike?" I asked.
"Dead before any help would get to him. We have video of the whole thing including you questioning him multiple times on matters of procedure. Don't let someone senior intimidate you into not being safe. You have a month's paid leave to recuperate." he said.
So here I am. I need some advice. Should I go back to work after my leave is done or turn in my resignation? It won't take them much to figure out who I am if they find this post. I also don't know what they'll do to me if they do.
2024.05.20 09:14 drproteinpowder Asking for a letter of recommendation
I would like to transfer to another school that I think suits my interests more and is better for my major. The problem is that some of these schools require a letter of recommendation from professors, and given the fact that I plan on applying to multiple schools for a transfer, I might need multiple letters of rec (idk if I can really ask a professor to write me a LOR for more than 1 school)
I don't really talk to my major professors, I have really only taken two classes for my major (my major only has 2 lower div requirements). I try my best to talk in class and sit in the front rows, I am always trying my best in discussion sections and speaking up every chance I get, but I don't think the TA's can give much to the professor to help on an LOR and I don't think the professors even know my name.
I know that the obvious answer to this question is yes, but should I start going to OH? I really don't think there is enough time left in the quarter for me to build a good relationship with the professors where they would agree to write me a LOR. Given that transfer apps are due around the end of fall, is it possible to start fresh with some new professors?
What should I do, I really need a couple LORs and idek where to begin because I feel like time is running out
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I don't really talk to my major professors, I have really only taken two classes for my major (my major only has 2 lower div requirements). I try my best to talk in class and sit in the front rows, I am always trying my best in discussion sections and speaking up every chance I get, but I don't think the TA's can give much to the professor to help on an LOR and I don't think the professors even know my name.
I know that the obvious answer to this question is yes, but should I start going to OH? I really don't think there is enough time left in the quarter for me to build a good relationship with the professors where they would agree to write me a LOR. Given that transfer apps are due around the end of fall, is it possible to start fresh with some new professors?
What should I do, I really need a couple LORs and idek where to begin because I feel like time is running out
2024.05.20 09:13 -Insert-CoolName AITAH for refusing to pay contractor extra
This happened a few years ago now. I was having the siding replaced on my home, not because I decided wanted to but because my HOA decided I wanted to.
I got a few quotes ranging from $25k to $50k and settled on one contractor who would put in Hardie Plank siding and all the etc etc that come with that.for about $26K. When he was writing up the contract he asked if I wanted new gutters or wanted to reuse the existing ones. He said it would be about $500 for new gutters but my existing ones were fine if wanted to save some money. I opted to keep the existing ones. I signed a contract with the scope of work that specifically stated "reinstall and reuse all existing gutters, downspouts and hardware"
A few weeks later they began work. Very first thing they did was take off all of the shutters, gutters and downspouts and laid them neatly out of the way. Everything else went straight to the dumpster as expected. A few days later they have all the siding up and painted and say they will have a crew come by in a week to touch up and reinstall gutters and shutters.
We went out of town the next week due to a family emergency. Long story short a family members mental health declined rapidly and they were living in a trashed house with no electricity. Had to hire a crew to clean out the house and put all their utilities in my name. Fun times.
While I'm gone I get a call from the contractor. They have tossed all of my old gutters and installed all new ones since they decided the old ones were not salvageable. He says the new price for the install of the new gutters would be an additional $750. I'm livid but I (for once) remain composed. I think I had just watched a Hugo Lord short about contractors and self help or something so I felt I knew what to say. I reminded him that the signed agreement was for the existing gutters to be reused and it made no mention of any contingency for if they were damaged or unusable. I told him that if he had asked me first I would have told him that I couldn't afford that (remember this project was not my choice) and that we'd need to figure out another solution. If that meant no gutters for a while then so be it.
He said that I'd need to atleast pay an extra $500 to cover the materials. I held firm and told him that I didn't order the materials, he did. He ended up accepting a check for the original agreed upon amount with nothing extra for the gutters, but every time we spoke before then he hounded me for the extra money. When I finally met him with the check he told me about "how much trouble" I started for him and how mad it seem like he was on the hook for the money with his boss.
Not that it would make much difference since I really didn't have $500 to spare, but AITAH? It just really irked me that the didn't ask at all before incuring this cost that they assumed I'd pay, even though it goes directly against what id agreed to, and the fact that they threw away all the old gutters and hauled them away before discussing it. Everything was going fine while I was there but the second I was gone they pulled this.
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I got a few quotes ranging from $25k to $50k and settled on one contractor who would put in Hardie Plank siding and all the etc etc that come with that.for about $26K. When he was writing up the contract he asked if I wanted new gutters or wanted to reuse the existing ones. He said it would be about $500 for new gutters but my existing ones were fine if wanted to save some money. I opted to keep the existing ones. I signed a contract with the scope of work that specifically stated "reinstall and reuse all existing gutters, downspouts and hardware"
A few weeks later they began work. Very first thing they did was take off all of the shutters, gutters and downspouts and laid them neatly out of the way. Everything else went straight to the dumpster as expected. A few days later they have all the siding up and painted and say they will have a crew come by in a week to touch up and reinstall gutters and shutters.
We went out of town the next week due to a family emergency. Long story short a family members mental health declined rapidly and they were living in a trashed house with no electricity. Had to hire a crew to clean out the house and put all their utilities in my name. Fun times.
While I'm gone I get a call from the contractor. They have tossed all of my old gutters and installed all new ones since they decided the old ones were not salvageable. He says the new price for the install of the new gutters would be an additional $750. I'm livid but I (for once) remain composed. I think I had just watched a Hugo Lord short about contractors and self help or something so I felt I knew what to say. I reminded him that the signed agreement was for the existing gutters to be reused and it made no mention of any contingency for if they were damaged or unusable. I told him that if he had asked me first I would have told him that I couldn't afford that (remember this project was not my choice) and that we'd need to figure out another solution. If that meant no gutters for a while then so be it.
He said that I'd need to atleast pay an extra $500 to cover the materials. I held firm and told him that I didn't order the materials, he did. He ended up accepting a check for the original agreed upon amount with nothing extra for the gutters, but every time we spoke before then he hounded me for the extra money. When I finally met him with the check he told me about "how much trouble" I started for him and how mad it seem like he was on the hook for the money with his boss.
Not that it would make much difference since I really didn't have $500 to spare, but AITAH? It just really irked me that the didn't ask at all before incuring this cost that they assumed I'd pay, even though it goes directly against what id agreed to, and the fact that they threw away all the old gutters and hauled them away before discussing it. Everything was going fine while I was there but the second I was gone they pulled this.
2024.05.20 09:10 Ashfaaq7 Betta fish story by ChatGPT-4o
 | I sent ChatGPT a picture of my tank and asked him what that is and write a children’s story about it. Here’s the response below. AI is fascinating and hope we use it for all the good and avoid bad. submitted by Ashfaaq7 to bettafish [link] [comments]
The Bubble Nest PrinceOnce upon a time in a small, colorful aquarium, there lived a handsome betta fish named Blue. Blue had shimmering scales that sparkled like the night sky and fins that flowed like delicate silk. He was the prince of the aquarium, and his kingdom was filled with bright stones, mysterious caves, and curious shells.One sunny morning, Blue noticed something special happening inside his kingdom. He felt a flutter of excitement and began to blow tiny bubbles. Soon, the bubbles formed a beautiful, shimmering nest on the water's surface. This was no ordinary nest; it was a bubble nest, a sign that Blue was ready to welcome a queen into his underwater realm. As Blue worked diligently on his nest, the other creatures in the aquarium watched in awe. There was Flash, the speedy neon tetra, who zipped around with excitement, and Shelly, the wise old snail, who slowly made her way to the top of a rock to get a better view. "Why are you making so many bubbles, Prince Blue?" asked Flash, darting by. "I'm building a bubble nest," Blue replied with a proud flick of his fins. "It's where my queen and I will keep our eggs safe and warm." Just then, a gentle ripple moved through the water, and a graceful betta fish named Pearl glided into view. Pearl had delicate fins of pink and lavender, and her presence made the whole aquarium light up with joy. Blue swam over to greet her. "Welcome to my kingdom, Queen Pearl," he said with a bow. "Would you like to see the nest I've made for us?" Pearl looked at the bubble nest and smiled. "It's beautiful, Blue. You are a true artist." With that, Blue and Pearl danced gracefully around the nest, weaving in and out of the bubbles. The other aquarium residents gathered around, clapping their fins and cheering for the new royal couple. Days turned into nights, and soon Pearl laid tiny eggs into the bubble nest. Blue watched over them with care, making sure each bubble was perfectly in place. He knew that soon, tiny betta fish would hatch, filling their kingdom with even more joy and wonder. And so, Prince Blue and Queen Pearl lived happily ever after in their magical bubble nest kingdom, surrounded by friends and love. The little bubbles became a symbol of hope and new beginnings, reminding everyone that even the smallest acts of love can create something truly magnificent. The end.
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2024.05.20 09:01 grammar_fixer_2 How can I find genealogical information about someone with only their name?
Does Armenia have a searchable online database? I would think that there would be church records. Also, how can I find out how to write their name in Armenian?
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2024.05.20 09:01 Formal_Length3385 18 [TM4A] AroAce (Cupioromantic/Cupiosexual) AZ, USA (Online/In-Person) looking for a long term relationship :)
i would like if you are around my age range (18-21ish). i like to think i'm more mature than my age, which either means i am or i'm the average 18-year-old since covid stunted most of everyone's maturities lmao. i would also like if you text similar to me, and by that i mean emoji's, occasional slang, all caps if something is funny/scary, etc, rather than capital letters and periods with no exclamation since i only talk like that to family/important emails
i’m from AZ, so it would be nice if you are either in AZ, have the same time zone (mst), or live nearby. though, be aware that i do not what to stay in my current city. i either would move where you are or to a whole other place, either a big city (like nyc), a whole other country (canada), or a small rural town no one has ever heard of surrounded by trees and such. i do have a small dog who is rather old so i would like to bring him if i can convince my family :)
with romance/sex, it's preferrable and romance is like a must lol. mostly like cuddling and kissing, and it's not necessary, but i would prefer to share a bed since it's much more intimate. which is how i view more romantic/sexual things are a way to bond/have fun, not ways to be attracted or build attraction to someone, though sex is something i don’t explicitly need if you don’t want it
i can be blunt and i like to know full boundaries. i don't like accidentally hurting people, so i would like if you are a bit blunt and confident enough to tell me if i'm doing something wrong or if i'm making you uncomfortable. i have adhd, so some things i need to be told even if it's obvious since i tend to accidentally break boundaries since i know i wouldn't mind
living wise, i like things 50/50. like sweeping together, mopping together, cleaning, cooking, etc. partly because it's more efficient but also because i see it as a bonding thing. and along with that, i always thought it would be cute to just consider each other as "friends", tell family/friends that, even if it's not completely true. though, i would tell other people that you are my partnegirlfriend/boyfriend if you prefer that :))
i can't drive yet, but i'm getting there. i also keep going back and forth between being a tattoo artist and being a commission-based artist. it would depend on if we would travel a lot/what tattoo studio i get into. if i do tattooing, my cousin has offered to teach me since she is a full-time tattoo artist
i like talking a lot (clearly), but i like silence too. if we were in person/on call, moments of silence don't bother me unless i feel like i need to talk. i also love playing video games, even if i'm not that great at some, along with anime, so i would gladly sit on a call and watch anime/play a video game with you to get us more comfortable with each other :)
if you like the sound of me, please DM :) i can answer specific questions if you have any and would probably prefer that. i can also send pictures of myself and talk about my dog if you are curious and willing to send a picture back
also, assuming you got to the bottom of this post, DM with your name, age, where you live/time zone, and what you would like in a relationship (romance/sex wise) :))
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i’m from AZ, so it would be nice if you are either in AZ, have the same time zone (mst), or live nearby. though, be aware that i do not what to stay in my current city. i either would move where you are or to a whole other place, either a big city (like nyc), a whole other country (canada), or a small rural town no one has ever heard of surrounded by trees and such. i do have a small dog who is rather old so i would like to bring him if i can convince my family :)
with romance/sex, it's preferrable and romance is like a must lol. mostly like cuddling and kissing, and it's not necessary, but i would prefer to share a bed since it's much more intimate. which is how i view more romantic/sexual things are a way to bond/have fun, not ways to be attracted or build attraction to someone, though sex is something i don’t explicitly need if you don’t want it
i can be blunt and i like to know full boundaries. i don't like accidentally hurting people, so i would like if you are a bit blunt and confident enough to tell me if i'm doing something wrong or if i'm making you uncomfortable. i have adhd, so some things i need to be told even if it's obvious since i tend to accidentally break boundaries since i know i wouldn't mind
living wise, i like things 50/50. like sweeping together, mopping together, cleaning, cooking, etc. partly because it's more efficient but also because i see it as a bonding thing. and along with that, i always thought it would be cute to just consider each other as "friends", tell family/friends that, even if it's not completely true. though, i would tell other people that you are my partnegirlfriend/boyfriend if you prefer that :))
i can't drive yet, but i'm getting there. i also keep going back and forth between being a tattoo artist and being a commission-based artist. it would depend on if we would travel a lot/what tattoo studio i get into. if i do tattooing, my cousin has offered to teach me since she is a full-time tattoo artist
i like talking a lot (clearly), but i like silence too. if we were in person/on call, moments of silence don't bother me unless i feel like i need to talk. i also love playing video games, even if i'm not that great at some, along with anime, so i would gladly sit on a call and watch anime/play a video game with you to get us more comfortable with each other :)
if you like the sound of me, please DM :) i can answer specific questions if you have any and would probably prefer that. i can also send pictures of myself and talk about my dog if you are curious and willing to send a picture back
also, assuming you got to the bottom of this post, DM with your name, age, where you live/time zone, and what you would like in a relationship (romance/sex wise) :))
2024.05.20 09:00 AutoModerator Logline Monday
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2024.05.20 08:55 popcultureSp00nie22 Maxton Hall (Prime) Is Your New Teen Soap
Ok, let's be honest: Is it a groundbreaking show? No. Is it even groundbreaking for a teen show? No. And the subs/dubs definitely don't always do the writing any favors.
But the cast is top notch--the two leads in particular are quite good, with incredible chemistry (think The Notebook levels of angst/chemistry), and the rest of the cast is great--and the show is absolutely gorgeous (minus a few weird lighting choices in the first couple of episodes).
To be clear, Maxton Hall is definitely a soap, and definitely a teen one at that. And while it has some depth, if you're looking for something closer to real life for most people, or any sort of character study or something, this is not your show. But if you want a fun time with a strong cast and some crazy chemistry, this is your show.
FYI, since I, as an ignorant American, went in only knowing that this was a German show and was confused by this for a bit: This is a German tv show. The actors are German, they speak German in the show, it was partially filmed in Germany, but the show itself is set in England and the *characters* are English.
FYI #2, for any English speakers who have already seen the show and are curious about the book series that it is based on: The original book series is in German and has not been officially translated into English (as of now). Allegedly, there are copies of English translations of the book(s?) floating around on the internet/Reddit, but I haven't seen them and have no idea how accurate these alleged translations are.
Semi Spoilers to Follow
Percy is the MVP, followed maybe by Alistair. (Personally, I also have a soft spot for Kieran, but that might just be me...idk.)
I didn't love how James never apologized to Ruby for being absolutely awful to her in the first 2 episodes. He said some terrible things to her and literally tried to destroy her, including almost ruining her chances at Oxford and then just...never even acknowledged any of that and neither did she. I get that the point is that he was literally raised to behave/think that way, but part of his growth should've been to acknowledge that and genuinely apologize for it. It was particularly egregious/noticeable when he was at Ruby's house and told her that he wanted her to know that he doesn't treat people terribly like his father does, except that he literally treated her the exact same way and worse. I literally said that out loud to the screen after he said that, because it was just like...really?! I also didn't love that she had to be the one to apologize first. I get why it worked that way in the world of the show. But it still sucks.
I also didn't love that they went full Ezria from PLL. Poor Lydia, she had the most insane 3 days at Oxford lol
I did appreciate how they handled consent in this show, particularly since a lot it was nonverbal.
Am I the only one who got a vibe between Percy and James's mom for a split second before she died???!
Also, I guess James's dad took his mom's last name??! Unexpected, accidental feminism lmao
Did you guys watch? What did you think?
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But the cast is top notch--the two leads in particular are quite good, with incredible chemistry (think The Notebook levels of angst/chemistry), and the rest of the cast is great--and the show is absolutely gorgeous (minus a few weird lighting choices in the first couple of episodes).
To be clear, Maxton Hall is definitely a soap, and definitely a teen one at that. And while it has some depth, if you're looking for something closer to real life for most people, or any sort of character study or something, this is not your show. But if you want a fun time with a strong cast and some crazy chemistry, this is your show.
FYI, since I, as an ignorant American, went in only knowing that this was a German show and was confused by this for a bit: This is a German tv show. The actors are German, they speak German in the show, it was partially filmed in Germany, but the show itself is set in England and the *characters* are English.
FYI #2, for any English speakers who have already seen the show and are curious about the book series that it is based on: The original book series is in German and has not been officially translated into English (as of now). Allegedly, there are copies of English translations of the book(s?) floating around on the internet/Reddit, but I haven't seen them and have no idea how accurate these alleged translations are.
Semi Spoilers to Follow
Percy is the MVP, followed maybe by Alistair. (Personally, I also have a soft spot for Kieran, but that might just be me...idk.)
I didn't love how James never apologized to Ruby for being absolutely awful to her in the first 2 episodes. He said some terrible things to her and literally tried to destroy her, including almost ruining her chances at Oxford and then just...never even acknowledged any of that and neither did she. I get that the point is that he was literally raised to behave/think that way, but part of his growth should've been to acknowledge that and genuinely apologize for it. It was particularly egregious/noticeable when he was at Ruby's house and told her that he wanted her to know that he doesn't treat people terribly like his father does, except that he literally treated her the exact same way and worse. I literally said that out loud to the screen after he said that, because it was just like...really?! I also didn't love that she had to be the one to apologize first. I get why it worked that way in the world of the show. But it still sucks.
I also didn't love that they went full Ezria from PLL. Poor Lydia, she had the most insane 3 days at Oxford lol
I did appreciate how they handled consent in this show, particularly since a lot it was nonverbal.
Am I the only one who got a vibe between Percy and James's mom for a split second before she died???!
Also, I guess James's dad took his mom's last name??! Unexpected, accidental feminism lmao
Did you guys watch? What did you think?
2024.05.20 08:50 Xalabasterz Poem of the Day - Ghekon System 0.4 - Dedicated to Purgenum
During my journey's through WH, Null and Low-sec space, I enjoy exploring the different star systems, sometimes leaving a can with some content for those who can find them, replinishing them if I happen to come (and find them) back and to think about Life and how small we all are...
When my mood is up for it, I decide to also write poems, especially for those who try to hunt me down with their probes, DScan, bubbles and other toys.
For those, I dedicate a special poem, as a thank you for the interactions we had, whether they managed to blow me up or if I managed to slip through their fingers. :P
Today's poem is dedicated to Purgenum from the beautiful Ghekon (0.4) system.
Feel free to donate for my contributions to this beautiful game. :0)
Ghekon's stellar golden shade
In the shadowed depths of Ghekon's void, Where silent stars their watch employ, There flies the dreaded Purgenum fierce, A pirate soul, through armor pierced.
No greeting gives he to the new, No friendly hail or crew's adieu; His sabre's cannons, a fearsome sight, Preys on the weak to fuel his flight.
But unknown to this hunter's eyes, Spies hover near in clever guise. In Ghekon, home to many a geek, Their screens aglow, their prospects sleek.
They track each move with quiet glee, With probes and signals, they hold the system's key. While Purgenum thinks he rules the fray, These watching eyes might lead his sway.
So in this cosmic game of cat, And mouse, where pirates tip their hat, The unseen may yet cast their net, In Ghekon's stars, no fate is set...
Let me know if you like such content, happy to become Eve's Bard... :P
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When my mood is up for it, I decide to also write poems, especially for those who try to hunt me down with their probes, DScan, bubbles and other toys.
For those, I dedicate a special poem, as a thank you for the interactions we had, whether they managed to blow me up or if I managed to slip through their fingers. :P
Today's poem is dedicated to Purgenum from the beautiful Ghekon (0.4) system.
Feel free to donate for my contributions to this beautiful game. :0)
Ghekon's stellar golden shade
In the shadowed depths of Ghekon's void, Where silent stars their watch employ, There flies the dreaded Purgenum fierce, A pirate soul, through armor pierced.
No greeting gives he to the new, No friendly hail or crew's adieu; His sabre's cannons, a fearsome sight, Preys on the weak to fuel his flight.
But unknown to this hunter's eyes, Spies hover near in clever guise. In Ghekon, home to many a geek, Their screens aglow, their prospects sleek.
They track each move with quiet glee, With probes and signals, they hold the system's key. While Purgenum thinks he rules the fray, These watching eyes might lead his sway.
So in this cosmic game of cat, And mouse, where pirates tip their hat, The unseen may yet cast their net, In Ghekon's stars, no fate is set...
Let me know if you like such content, happy to become Eve's Bard... :P
2024.05.20 08:50 Available_Range_1923 Car Troubles
Not a way I want to start a night shift, but it burned about 2 hours for me, so that's a plus! But, the staff I was relieving, had to cover those 2 hours, as I was the closest thing to a supervisor at the time. I'm sorry bestie!!
I had to hold off on posting about this for a few months, due to any potential legal action our property may have been dealing with, for the incident. I never received any final update, so I think I'm in the clear to share.
Opening scene: it's 10pm, Night Audit (me) arrives, walking thru the lobby to get to their post, silent greetings to other staff, as I walk past guests checking in.
I set my things down in the back office, put on my name tag, chug the caffeine of my choice, and mosey my way up front. The guests that were previously there have gone on their way, and it's just me and 2nd shift staff. Our schedules have a 1 hour layover, so we start chatting about how the days been, and any info I need to know.
20 mins pass
Cue the phone call; 2nd shift picks up, while I start printing paperwork. I overhear my coworker exclaim, "I'm sorry, you saw what now?!" Ears perk up, and I'm listening in, watching my coworkers expressions for any indication if emergency services need to be called, or just send Security to handle it. Their eyes bug out, at whatever the person on the other end of the phone is saying. I hear my coworker ask for a the location of the caller, and the location of the incident; she repeats, "tennis courts, and fitness center lawn." I'm radioing Security to come by the desk, to prepare for whatever is going down; it's about to be shift change, so we happen to have both Security Director (SecDir) from 2nd shift, and 3rd shift Security (SEC) present.
My coworker eventually gets off the phone and informs me, "a member witnessed a van jump over a curb, skid out over the lawn, then drive off towards rooms, on the nature trail. He says that the driver stopped the van, jumped out, then took off towards the residential area, stumbling and clearly intoxicated."
Oh boy! This is not going to be fun. We immediately pass the info to Security, and tell them to go searching for the van, and the driver, if possible. I ask my coworker to call local PD, to ask for assistance; we're gonna need all the help we can get.
While I'm keeping in contact on the radio with Security, I'm also texting the big bosses, keeping them updated on what's happening. Eventually, my coworker gets off the phone, just as the member who had witnessed everything, comes into the lobby, to retell his story. As I'm listening, we get a radio call from SecDir stating she didn't see anything by the fitness center, and SEC also stating he walked a bit of the nature trail, and didn't see the van.
How do you lose a whole ass van?! There's no way this intoxicated individual managed to get back onto property, hop in his van, then take off with it...
I offer to help look, and SecDir says she's going home; SEC goes with me. I grab a flashlight, a radio, and tell 2nd shift, I'll keep her posted, and to let me know when PD gets here; I apologize for her potentially having to stay late.
SEC and I head to the fitness center, and right away, I see tread marks that have completely destroyed the lawn between the lap pool and the tennis courts... SecDir didn't see anything, my ass! She didn't even look. These are very obvious, and hard to miss. Just as I start going to follow the trail made by the treads, PD pulls up, and 4 squad cars are taking off near the residential homes, spot lights on, searching for our intoxicated driver; while 2 other sqaud cars park by the fitness center.
SEC and I waive down the officers, both about my age (20's), and show the the tread marks on the lawn. We have a giggle over how ridiculous the situation seems, and survey the area for any damage, or signs as to wear the van may have ended up. We still can't find it... only damage we find is a broken light fixture, some ruined landscaping, and the obvious lawn. I ask SEC to stay back, and continue talking to the officers, while I walked down one of the guest paths, that leads to some rooms, thinking maybe the member had confused that for the nature trail (the trail circles the whole property, but connects to the guest paths).
The property is 88 acres... we have proof, via the tread marks, the van exists; it has to be somewhere!
As I walk further down the path, I see yet another broken light fixture. BINGO We're on the right path! I continue down, scanning for a path of destruction, to lead me to this mysterious van. Just as I'm asking myself, "how in the 7 Hells did this guy drive this far down? It's so narrow!" I look up, and am greeted with the tail end of a vehicle, quietly parked at the end of the path, blocking the entrance of a couple of our rooms, no where near a parking lot, where it should be resting.
Ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary individuals... we got 'em!
Unable to hold back my astonishment, I start cackling like a witch, at the absurdity of the sight before me; I then yell back to SEC, "Bro! I found it!" Before falling back into laughter. I had the mental clarity to search around the vehicle, seeing if anyone was inside; as well as to check for more damage; or to make sure no guest was potentially pinned underneath this beast.
SEC and PD make their way over, while I'm still cracking up, realizing I'm the closest person to a supervisor, so I'll have to stay as long as PD is here, and help file reports; what a joy my job is!
I tell SEC to call SecDir back, and tell her she needs to get back on property; she agrees, and has an ETA of 10 mins.
I call 2nd shift with my cell phone, to front desk phone, and update her; she's laughing along with me; and I break the news that she will have to cover the desk, until this is sorted out. "No problem! Just take lots of pictures!"
I'm already on it!
PD searches the vehicle, and finds... drumroll please METH! Woo-hoo! This fucker was high as a kite! It's a miracle he didn't hit anyone, driving over the guest path. No identification found in the vehicle, other than a note with a name scribbled on it, so PD runs the plates; asking us to check if the name matches with any guests in house. IT BETTER NOT! I have 2nd shift on the phone, asking her to run names for me; no dice. I also ask her to look up the name on the note; nothing.
We're informed PD is going to fly a drone over the property, to check for heat signatures, trying to find our guy, seeing if he's still meandering in the desert. Nada...
Some guests I had checked in the night prior, walk by, and see the whole ordeal, with me pacing around, chatting to officers, and SEC. I check in with them, asking if they happened to see anything, or if they were just coming back? They had been out all night, and were just getting in; they ask what's happened, and if it's OK to watch; I'm not stopping them, I think it's funny as hell; they pull up their patio furniture, and peek over their wall to watch PD, SEC and I plan how to get the van out. (Sealth lvl 10)
Other guests come by, having just checked in, and warned of the chaos going on, and ask for directions to their room; I point them in the direction, apologizing for the disturbance, and getting a giggle from them, as they ask if every night is this exciting? "Gods I hope not!"
SecDir is back on site, and the big bosses have said they want to remove the van. Perfect! How...?
PD offers to get a tow truck to remove it, but that risks causing more damage to the property. Yeah... no. Let's try avoiding adding more damage to the landscaping, because I know grounds is gonna be pissed when they see what's happened to the lawn, and some of the perfectly curated plants on the path. Lucky us, while searching the vehicle, PD found the keys in the ignition! SecDir asks that I call our Front Desk Director (my boss), and ask how she wants us to get the van out; SEC offers to drive it out, and we just guide him around, to make sure he doesn't do significant damage to the property. My boss gives the all clear, and we all take position; PD in front, with SecDir, and me following behind, to make sure the tail end of the van clears things, or offering a push, if we get stuck on decorative boulders.
After about 5 mins, of yelling and directing, the van is returned to the black top, that is a parking lot, with cheers and applause! PD gets final statements from us, and suggests we get the van towed ASAP, so if the original driver returns, he might come to the desk looking for his vehicle/keys; basically setting a trap, so we could call PD if/when he returns. I thank the officers, and my team, for a job well done, then return to the desk; time to begin writing reports, updating the big bosses, and searching for 24hr towing...
My coworker is all giddy from the excitement, as I show her pictures I had taken; kicking myself for not having recorded us driving the van out, to document any damages we may have caused, but, oh well, I'm sure the bosses won't mind. I eventually get a hold of a tow company, and am informed they can't tow the vehicle, until after 48hrs, due to a new bill that has been passed in my state; but, they can come tag the vehicle; perfect! I keep SEC informed, so he can update his reports, and give him the van keys to hold onto, along with the tow companies info.
My coworker finally decides to leave the desk, and wants to go work out at the fitness center; it's almost 2am at this point, and her gym is closed. I don't have a problem with it, so I give her a member key. I include this information for a reason...
Around 2:45am, just as I'm preparing to run audit, I get a call from my coworker; I answer, "is everything okay?" And all I hear is her say, "I think the guy is back!" No. Fucking. Way. She continues, "I was about to leave, when I saw, someone I thought was a guest, stumbling around the ballroom area, and I asked if he needed help. He mumbled, and I couldn't understand him. Then I realized, he fit the description of our missing driver! He's in the parking lot right now, just kinda wandering."
LET'S GOOOO!
I'm on the radio, calling SEC, and telling him to go to the parking lot; and to meet up with coworker. I then start calling PD, telling them our guy is back, and we need them back here.
SEC calls me after I hang up with PD and is laughing; he tells me our guy is just standing by the van, trying to open the doors, and just acting super confused; probably thinking, "how did this get here?" SEC says our guy seems to have given up, and is now smoking a cigarette next to the van; probably having realized he probably fucked up, bad, accepting his fate.
PD eventually joins them, and takes the guy to jail for the night, for trespassing; unable to prove he's a guest, or knows someone who is staying here. Unfortunately, we couldn't prove he was the driver, because we don't have cameras on the property, other than the ones watching the desk. The guys does confirm it's his van tho, so some legal savvy people might be able to clarify if he can actually get charged for DUI.
The next night, I come on shift, to find the van gone, and no update from management on any legal action that is being pursued.
I know, not a super exciting ending; but I hope you enjoyed this tale.
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I had to hold off on posting about this for a few months, due to any potential legal action our property may have been dealing with, for the incident. I never received any final update, so I think I'm in the clear to share.
Opening scene: it's 10pm, Night Audit (me) arrives, walking thru the lobby to get to their post, silent greetings to other staff, as I walk past guests checking in.
I set my things down in the back office, put on my name tag, chug the caffeine of my choice, and mosey my way up front. The guests that were previously there have gone on their way, and it's just me and 2nd shift staff. Our schedules have a 1 hour layover, so we start chatting about how the days been, and any info I need to know.
20 mins pass
Cue the phone call; 2nd shift picks up, while I start printing paperwork. I overhear my coworker exclaim, "I'm sorry, you saw what now?!" Ears perk up, and I'm listening in, watching my coworkers expressions for any indication if emergency services need to be called, or just send Security to handle it. Their eyes bug out, at whatever the person on the other end of the phone is saying. I hear my coworker ask for a the location of the caller, and the location of the incident; she repeats, "tennis courts, and fitness center lawn." I'm radioing Security to come by the desk, to prepare for whatever is going down; it's about to be shift change, so we happen to have both Security Director (SecDir) from 2nd shift, and 3rd shift Security (SEC) present.
My coworker eventually gets off the phone and informs me, "a member witnessed a van jump over a curb, skid out over the lawn, then drive off towards rooms, on the nature trail. He says that the driver stopped the van, jumped out, then took off towards the residential area, stumbling and clearly intoxicated."
Oh boy! This is not going to be fun. We immediately pass the info to Security, and tell them to go searching for the van, and the driver, if possible. I ask my coworker to call local PD, to ask for assistance; we're gonna need all the help we can get.
While I'm keeping in contact on the radio with Security, I'm also texting the big bosses, keeping them updated on what's happening. Eventually, my coworker gets off the phone, just as the member who had witnessed everything, comes into the lobby, to retell his story. As I'm listening, we get a radio call from SecDir stating she didn't see anything by the fitness center, and SEC also stating he walked a bit of the nature trail, and didn't see the van.
How do you lose a whole ass van?! There's no way this intoxicated individual managed to get back onto property, hop in his van, then take off with it...
I offer to help look, and SecDir says she's going home; SEC goes with me. I grab a flashlight, a radio, and tell 2nd shift, I'll keep her posted, and to let me know when PD gets here; I apologize for her potentially having to stay late.
SEC and I head to the fitness center, and right away, I see tread marks that have completely destroyed the lawn between the lap pool and the tennis courts... SecDir didn't see anything, my ass! She didn't even look. These are very obvious, and hard to miss. Just as I start going to follow the trail made by the treads, PD pulls up, and 4 squad cars are taking off near the residential homes, spot lights on, searching for our intoxicated driver; while 2 other sqaud cars park by the fitness center.
SEC and I waive down the officers, both about my age (20's), and show the the tread marks on the lawn. We have a giggle over how ridiculous the situation seems, and survey the area for any damage, or signs as to wear the van may have ended up. We still can't find it... only damage we find is a broken light fixture, some ruined landscaping, and the obvious lawn. I ask SEC to stay back, and continue talking to the officers, while I walked down one of the guest paths, that leads to some rooms, thinking maybe the member had confused that for the nature trail (the trail circles the whole property, but connects to the guest paths).
The property is 88 acres... we have proof, via the tread marks, the van exists; it has to be somewhere!
As I walk further down the path, I see yet another broken light fixture. BINGO We're on the right path! I continue down, scanning for a path of destruction, to lead me to this mysterious van. Just as I'm asking myself, "how in the 7 Hells did this guy drive this far down? It's so narrow!" I look up, and am greeted with the tail end of a vehicle, quietly parked at the end of the path, blocking the entrance of a couple of our rooms, no where near a parking lot, where it should be resting.
Ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary individuals... we got 'em!
Unable to hold back my astonishment, I start cackling like a witch, at the absurdity of the sight before me; I then yell back to SEC, "Bro! I found it!" Before falling back into laughter. I had the mental clarity to search around the vehicle, seeing if anyone was inside; as well as to check for more damage; or to make sure no guest was potentially pinned underneath this beast.
SEC and PD make their way over, while I'm still cracking up, realizing I'm the closest person to a supervisor, so I'll have to stay as long as PD is here, and help file reports; what a joy my job is!
I tell SEC to call SecDir back, and tell her she needs to get back on property; she agrees, and has an ETA of 10 mins.
I call 2nd shift with my cell phone, to front desk phone, and update her; she's laughing along with me; and I break the news that she will have to cover the desk, until this is sorted out. "No problem! Just take lots of pictures!"
I'm already on it!
PD searches the vehicle, and finds... drumroll please METH! Woo-hoo! This fucker was high as a kite! It's a miracle he didn't hit anyone, driving over the guest path. No identification found in the vehicle, other than a note with a name scribbled on it, so PD runs the plates; asking us to check if the name matches with any guests in house. IT BETTER NOT! I have 2nd shift on the phone, asking her to run names for me; no dice. I also ask her to look up the name on the note; nothing.
We're informed PD is going to fly a drone over the property, to check for heat signatures, trying to find our guy, seeing if he's still meandering in the desert. Nada...
Some guests I had checked in the night prior, walk by, and see the whole ordeal, with me pacing around, chatting to officers, and SEC. I check in with them, asking if they happened to see anything, or if they were just coming back? They had been out all night, and were just getting in; they ask what's happened, and if it's OK to watch; I'm not stopping them, I think it's funny as hell; they pull up their patio furniture, and peek over their wall to watch PD, SEC and I plan how to get the van out. (Sealth lvl 10)
Other guests come by, having just checked in, and warned of the chaos going on, and ask for directions to their room; I point them in the direction, apologizing for the disturbance, and getting a giggle from them, as they ask if every night is this exciting? "Gods I hope not!"
SecDir is back on site, and the big bosses have said they want to remove the van. Perfect! How...?
PD offers to get a tow truck to remove it, but that risks causing more damage to the property. Yeah... no. Let's try avoiding adding more damage to the landscaping, because I know grounds is gonna be pissed when they see what's happened to the lawn, and some of the perfectly curated plants on the path. Lucky us, while searching the vehicle, PD found the keys in the ignition! SecDir asks that I call our Front Desk Director (my boss), and ask how she wants us to get the van out; SEC offers to drive it out, and we just guide him around, to make sure he doesn't do significant damage to the property. My boss gives the all clear, and we all take position; PD in front, with SecDir, and me following behind, to make sure the tail end of the van clears things, or offering a push, if we get stuck on decorative boulders.
After about 5 mins, of yelling and directing, the van is returned to the black top, that is a parking lot, with cheers and applause! PD gets final statements from us, and suggests we get the van towed ASAP, so if the original driver returns, he might come to the desk looking for his vehicle/keys; basically setting a trap, so we could call PD if/when he returns. I thank the officers, and my team, for a job well done, then return to the desk; time to begin writing reports, updating the big bosses, and searching for 24hr towing...
My coworker is all giddy from the excitement, as I show her pictures I had taken; kicking myself for not having recorded us driving the van out, to document any damages we may have caused, but, oh well, I'm sure the bosses won't mind. I eventually get a hold of a tow company, and am informed they can't tow the vehicle, until after 48hrs, due to a new bill that has been passed in my state; but, they can come tag the vehicle; perfect! I keep SEC informed, so he can update his reports, and give him the van keys to hold onto, along with the tow companies info.
My coworker finally decides to leave the desk, and wants to go work out at the fitness center; it's almost 2am at this point, and her gym is closed. I don't have a problem with it, so I give her a member key. I include this information for a reason...
Around 2:45am, just as I'm preparing to run audit, I get a call from my coworker; I answer, "is everything okay?" And all I hear is her say, "I think the guy is back!" No. Fucking. Way. She continues, "I was about to leave, when I saw, someone I thought was a guest, stumbling around the ballroom area, and I asked if he needed help. He mumbled, and I couldn't understand him. Then I realized, he fit the description of our missing driver! He's in the parking lot right now, just kinda wandering."
LET'S GOOOO!
I'm on the radio, calling SEC, and telling him to go to the parking lot; and to meet up with coworker. I then start calling PD, telling them our guy is back, and we need them back here.
SEC calls me after I hang up with PD and is laughing; he tells me our guy is just standing by the van, trying to open the doors, and just acting super confused; probably thinking, "how did this get here?" SEC says our guy seems to have given up, and is now smoking a cigarette next to the van; probably having realized he probably fucked up, bad, accepting his fate.
PD eventually joins them, and takes the guy to jail for the night, for trespassing; unable to prove he's a guest, or knows someone who is staying here. Unfortunately, we couldn't prove he was the driver, because we don't have cameras on the property, other than the ones watching the desk. The guys does confirm it's his van tho, so some legal savvy people might be able to clarify if he can actually get charged for DUI.
The next night, I come on shift, to find the van gone, and no update from management on any legal action that is being pursued.
I know, not a super exciting ending; but I hope you enjoyed this tale.
2024.05.20 08:46 Draxov1999 My girlfriend cheated on me twice and i dont know what to do.
(M25 and F21) So me and my girlfriend have been dating 7 months and have become super close in that time. She suffers from aniexy over her weight and she trusts me with her body which has made us as close as we are. Talks about marriage/proposing are already happening which is great, and we are close with each other's families which shows how close we are.
However 2 months ago I found out she was messaging another guy she met when she was 18. They were kinda friends with benefits and regularly slept together during her previous relationship. She messaged this guy asking if he was free for sex and they arranged a date. I found the messages before anything happened. I confronted her and she spent the next few days crying, writing me letters and begging for another chance. She told me she could trust me now and that she's fully focused on us...
Fast forward another 2 months I stumbled across her snapchat messages to an old work colleague who she'd been sending nudes to for years (this didnt stop even after our process of healing from the first incident, she still kept sending pictures to this old work colleague)
We're now in the same position. I can tell she loves me so much, the thought of leaving her makes her break down. However she leaves university soon and we will only be together at weekends, i'm trying to find a way to trust her whilst she's at home. She insists she's changed and matured now but how can i be sure?
I've never been the controlling type so tryna avoid tracking her location etc but i'm running out of options?
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However 2 months ago I found out she was messaging another guy she met when she was 18. They were kinda friends with benefits and regularly slept together during her previous relationship. She messaged this guy asking if he was free for sex and they arranged a date. I found the messages before anything happened. I confronted her and she spent the next few days crying, writing me letters and begging for another chance. She told me she could trust me now and that she's fully focused on us...
Fast forward another 2 months I stumbled across her snapchat messages to an old work colleague who she'd been sending nudes to for years (this didnt stop even after our process of healing from the first incident, she still kept sending pictures to this old work colleague)
We're now in the same position. I can tell she loves me so much, the thought of leaving her makes her break down. However she leaves university soon and we will only be together at weekends, i'm trying to find a way to trust her whilst she's at home. She insists she's changed and matured now but how can i be sure?
I've never been the controlling type so tryna avoid tracking her location etc but i'm running out of options?
2024.05.20 08:45 Mysterious-Honey-593 my bfs dad hit on me
i apologize as i’m writing this on my phone and ik the structure is different. as well as me using text abbreviations…
this happened over a week ago. i’m not underage but my bf is out of town. i live w his fam as i’ve left my parents house and been there for over 2 years. i personally don’t feel that applies to the full context of the scenario but i felt the need to say so.
idek how to get into detail bc it makes me uncomfortable to think about, but i will try my best.
i’d gotten home on a friday night after a long week of work so i was laying in bed on my phone when their dad comes upstairs and is jokingly like “what are u doing?” i said “nothing i’m just chillin watching videos on my phone”(mind you he’d already been upstairs to check on me like an hour before to see if i was ok, which i said yes im fine and that was kinda it.) so he comes into the room and he’s like “what are u doing” again. i said “nothing i’m just on my phone” and he’s like “what are u watching porn?” while he’s laughing and i laughed too and said “wtf no i’m just watching videos”. he comes up and looks at my phone so i show him the ig reel i was watching. he sits on the bed kinda close to me, i don’t question it bc he’s sat on the bed while my bf is there just like that. mind u i’m still in my clothes i wore to work and my pants are unbuttoned out of trying to be comfortable (if that makes sense). i have tattoos on me, so he sees them on my hip and reaches and starts tugging my pants a little to look at it. he said “oh that’s cool, is it just the one?” i said “no there’s another one below.” at this point i’m already feeling uncomfortable and he goes “oh let me see” and reaches again to tug at my pants but i showed him really quick myself and he still reaches and is pulling at my pants more. then he goes to my other hip and tugs at my pants and asks “do u have more on that side?” i said no. he’s still touching me. he has his hand on my belly now and points to my belly button piercing and he’s like “oh that’s cool.” at this point i start recording on my phone bc idk wtf is happening or what to do or say.
this is where i’m confused on if i reacted correctly.
he reaches his hand up my shirt to about the middle of my chest and i sat up. i’m like laughing bc idk what to do and he starts asking me if im uncomfortable and im like no it’s fine but i turned away from him. he says, at least twice, “am i making u uncomfortable? just say yea and i’ll stop.” so i finally said “yea im gonna go to the bathroom.” he calls my name as im walking away and says he’s sorry he wasn’t trying to make me uncomfortable. he was kinda behind me and just says he’s sorry for making me feel uncomfortable and gives me a hug. at this point, i close and lock the bathroom door.
i did tell my bf about the incident but i no longer feel comfortable around his father. idk what to do.
like i said, im not at all underage. i’m just at a loss now.
i was going to therapy a few years back and i feel like this might be the pushing point for me to go back.
edit: he did say i looked hot and good. in whatever context y’all wanna take that as.
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this happened over a week ago. i’m not underage but my bf is out of town. i live w his fam as i’ve left my parents house and been there for over 2 years. i personally don’t feel that applies to the full context of the scenario but i felt the need to say so.
idek how to get into detail bc it makes me uncomfortable to think about, but i will try my best.
i’d gotten home on a friday night after a long week of work so i was laying in bed on my phone when their dad comes upstairs and is jokingly like “what are u doing?” i said “nothing i’m just chillin watching videos on my phone”(mind you he’d already been upstairs to check on me like an hour before to see if i was ok, which i said yes im fine and that was kinda it.) so he comes into the room and he’s like “what are u doing” again. i said “nothing i’m just on my phone” and he’s like “what are u watching porn?” while he’s laughing and i laughed too and said “wtf no i’m just watching videos”. he comes up and looks at my phone so i show him the ig reel i was watching. he sits on the bed kinda close to me, i don’t question it bc he’s sat on the bed while my bf is there just like that. mind u i’m still in my clothes i wore to work and my pants are unbuttoned out of trying to be comfortable (if that makes sense). i have tattoos on me, so he sees them on my hip and reaches and starts tugging my pants a little to look at it. he said “oh that’s cool, is it just the one?” i said “no there’s another one below.” at this point i’m already feeling uncomfortable and he goes “oh let me see” and reaches again to tug at my pants but i showed him really quick myself and he still reaches and is pulling at my pants more. then he goes to my other hip and tugs at my pants and asks “do u have more on that side?” i said no. he’s still touching me. he has his hand on my belly now and points to my belly button piercing and he’s like “oh that’s cool.” at this point i start recording on my phone bc idk wtf is happening or what to do or say.
this is where i’m confused on if i reacted correctly.
he reaches his hand up my shirt to about the middle of my chest and i sat up. i’m like laughing bc idk what to do and he starts asking me if im uncomfortable and im like no it’s fine but i turned away from him. he says, at least twice, “am i making u uncomfortable? just say yea and i’ll stop.” so i finally said “yea im gonna go to the bathroom.” he calls my name as im walking away and says he’s sorry he wasn’t trying to make me uncomfortable. he was kinda behind me and just says he’s sorry for making me feel uncomfortable and gives me a hug. at this point, i close and lock the bathroom door.
i did tell my bf about the incident but i no longer feel comfortable around his father. idk what to do.
like i said, im not at all underage. i’m just at a loss now.
i was going to therapy a few years back and i feel like this might be the pushing point for me to go back.
edit: he did say i looked hot and good. in whatever context y’all wanna take that as.
2024.05.20 08:40 Swimming-House-2935 Dealing with it?
I have a friend back in Illinois and he's on parole but his time has not been the greatest at all. He's bounced around quite a few times due to some homeless shelters, halfway houses, and living situations not being the best. He explained that due to his allergies he couldn't eat certain things and some shelters refused a substitute and some days he only went days of eating only bread and cookies. He expressed this to staff and they did nothing. Some of them even said to stop "letting things get to him". At some other places even broke in his lockers Long story short the guy went on the run and then turned himself in. But his reputation is completely damaged or so he says. The only work he can find is fast food places but even then he is very thought provoked on these jobs. Like either someone is trying to walk past him fast to get him startled or even get under his skin to encourage him to quite. It's almost like they want him to keep bouncing around because it's making him look so unstable. He says this is something very dark and deep because he would write his mother letters about how corrupt the system was, how they should change it and everything. I'm assuming he thought he could actually rehabilitate himself in prison but we all know what prison is truly about. I believe he's in a very difficult situation and his environment is constantly indirectly influencing him to self destruct. Whenever he works out and takes care of his body that's when so many people start to attack. When he quits smoking weed and drinking. But whenever he slips up then the vibe is completely different. It seems like he's really in a hate situation, dirty corrupt situation, and he's against himself as well. I don't think he can make it. There is so much more to this I can't go into and he didn't provide enough details. But something is really going on with my friend and I'm believing he's trapped.
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2024.05.20 08:35 Own_Employment_905 Does C in C&A stand for Caine?
 | So, I rewatch TADC 1 and I suddenly think that C in C&A stand for Caine and there a theory that this logo is for a group of Developer. In TADC 2 Princess Luu (Idk how to write her name) Said that Caine is a god. (I assume that developer just like a god for game world) submitted by Own_Employment_905 to theamazingdigitalciru [link] [comments] What's ya guys think??? |
2024.05.20 08:34 Desperate_Fudge_5331 From Pitch To Publication: Mastering The Guest Post Service Process
 | https://preview.redd.it/rer93o0h0j1d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=aa80a82dca3da9e7c109daf395bf8d7906639c79 submitted by Desperate_Fudge_5331 to u/Desperate_Fudge_5331 [link] [comments] In the ever-evolving realm of content marketing, guest posting has become a crucial tactic for companies and people to broaden their audience, build credibility, and increase website traffic. However, mastering the guest post service process requires more than just writing a compelling piece of content. It involves strategic planning, effective communication, and meticulous execution from pitch to publication. This article delves into the intricacies of the guest post service process, offering insights and strategies to help you navigate each stage successfully. 1. Understanding The Guest Post Service Landscape Before delving into the guest post service process, it's essential to understand the landscape in which it operates. Guest posting involves collaborating with other websites or blogs to publish content that aligns with their audience and interests. This symbiotic relationship benefits both parties: the host site gains fresh content and additional value for its audience, while the guest author receives exposure, backlinks, and potential referral traffic to their own website. 2. Crafting An Effective Pitch The first step in the guest post service process is crafting an effective pitch that captures the attention of potential host sites. A pitch that is successful will be succinct, unique, and catered to the particular requirements and preferences of the target publisher. Here are some tips for crafting a compelling pitch:
- Highlight Your Expertise: Showcase your expertise, credentials, and relevant experience in your pitch to establish credibility and demonstrate why you're qualified to contribute to the publication. - Propose Relevant Topics: Propose topic ideas that align with the publication's niche, address current trends or issues, and offer unique insights or perspectives. Tailor your pitches to meet the publication's content needs and provide value to their audience. - Personalize Your Pitch: Avoid sending generic or mass pitches to multiple publications. Personalize each pitch by addressing the editor or site owner by name and referencing specific articles or topics from their publication that resonated with you. - Follow Up Appropriately: If you don't receive a response to your initial pitch, follow up politely after a reasonable period. Be persistent but respectful, and don't be discouraged by rejection or non-responses. 3. 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Use descriptive anchor text that provides context and relevance to both readers and search engines. - Focus On Quality Backlinks: Prioritize quality over quantity when acquiring backlinks through guest posting. Look for chances to partner with trustworthy websites that are relevant to your niche and have a high domain authority. - Diversify Your Link Profile: Aim to diversify your link profile by acquiring backlinks from a variety of sources, including blogs, news sites, directories, and social media platforms. A varied link profile lowers the chance of penalties and makes the site look more natural to search engines. -Optimize On-Page Seo: Pay attention to on-page SEO factors such as keyword optimization, meta tags, and internal linking within your guest post. For optimum exposure in search results, optimize your meta titles and descriptions and naturally include pertinent keywords throughout your content. -Promote Social Sharing And Engagement: Encourage social sharing and engagement with your guest post by promoting it on social media platforms, engaging with readers in the comments section, and responding to feedback or questions. Your guest article may become more visible and credible as a result of social signals. 6. Evaluating Performance And Iterating Strategies After your guest post is published, it's essential to evaluate its performance and iterate your strategies based on data-driven insights. Monitor key metrics such as traffic, engagement, backlink acquisition, and search engine rankings to assess the impact of your guest post and inform future decisions. Here are some steps to evaluate performance and iterate strategies effectively: - Track Key Metrics: Utilize analytics software like Moz, SEMrush, or Google Analytics to monitor important metrics about your guest's post-performance. Monitor traffic sources, referral traffic, bounce rates, time on page, and conversion metrics to gauge the effectiveness of your guest post. -Assess Backlink Quality And Quantity: Evaluate the quality and quantity of backlinks acquired through your guest post to determine its impact on your website's SEO. Monitor changes in domain authority, PageRank, and search engine rankings over time to assess the long-term benefits of your guest posting |
2024.05.20 08:34 nephraret Medea Sand + Donella Dayne of High Hermitage(AC)
 | Reddit Account: nephraret Discord Tag: nephraret Name and House:Medea Sand, House Dayne of High Hermitage Age: 23 Cultural Group: Dornish Appearance: A woman of average height. Medea has tanned skin and long curly black hair that reaches her waist. One of her eyes, a shade of brown so dark it looks like the night sky, and the other a soft lilac. A jagged and large scar runs from the base of her neck, across her chest, and down to her left hip. Trait: Ruthless Skill(s): Ravenmaster, Scribe, Negotiator, Schemer, Rumormonger Talent(s): Oil painting, Writing, Bird Watching, Life Drawing, Calligraphy Negative Trait(s): n/a Starting Title(s): Medea Starting Location: High Hermitage Alternate Characters: Donella Dayne submitted by nephraret to ITRPCommunity [link] [comments] AC Name and House: Donella Dayne of High Hermitage Age: 57 Cultural Group: Dornish Appearance: A short, thin old woman with thin wispy black hair. Dark eyes and olive skin. Trait: Charismatic Skill(s): Scholar, Avaricious, Medic Talent(s): Embroidery, keeping her family together Negative Trait(s): Elderly, Blind Starting Title(s): Lady of High Hermitage Starting Location: High Hermitage Alternate Characters: n/a Timeline 2AC: Medea is born to the Lord of High Hermitage and a Braavosi maid of the castle named Vara. Mother and daughter are given chambers in one of the lower levels of High Hermitage, at the request of Lady Donella, pregnant at the time. 4AC: An infant Medea and her mother Vara leave High Hermitage to cross the narrow sea in Pentos, where Vara’s remaining family of her brother, mother, and grandmother lived. Having remarried into a middle class merchant household, Medea’s grandmother arranged a marriage between Vara and one of the sons of her new husband. 7AC: Vara births another daughter who is named Solara. Medea, now a young child, begins being taught by a lady’s maid in the ways of etiquette. Despite being a bastard, Vara and Medea’s grandmother still intend to try to find a match for Medea that could bring wealth to their family, or at least, an heir for another. Medea quickly learns to read, rapidly becoming a voracious reader. 11AC: A young girl of nine, Medea’s studies have been going smoothly, much to the delight of Vara and Medea’s grandmother. During a warm night, a fire breaks out in the family’s home leaving Medea’s grandmother, stepfather, Vara dead. The husband of Medea’s grandmother, Medea, and Solara are left heavily injured from the fire but alive for now. After a letter arrives for the lord of High Hermitage, Donella Dayne is the one who insists upon bringing young Medea to High Hermitage to be raised among her own children. Medea is left heavily scarred from the fire, and a fear of the flames. 16AC: Donella Dayne, a woman of grace, never showed Medea and hostility for her bastard status. She allows Medea to continue schooling, and studies with the family's septa as the rest of the daughters. Meanwhile, Medea ends up spending a lot of time in the rookery of the castle, feeling a fascination with the corvids the maester so dutifully tended to. The maester minds little at the young woman’s interest and even allows her to choose a chick from a clutch of eggs to raise as her own. She names the raven chick Whimsy. 23AC Astor Dayne dies of a heart attack. Alaric Dayne succeeds him as Lord of High Hermitage. 25AC: Medea lives with her half sisters, Cymella, and Alayne, her half brothers Alaric, Castor, and Darrion, her stepmother Donella in High Hermitage. |
2024.05.20 08:25 adulting4kids Genres Examples
This is a regular post that's scheduled to pop up and receive different types of writing as response. Since a few of these tools are incredibly time consuming I have them on rotation for new members and those who have missed them. I have started working on responses for examples but as busy as I have been and struggling, I again turned to ChatGPT and I am again, totally excited to see these NOT compete with the human writer in creativity.
So check out the results this week and let me know your thoughts!
It's all in fun and let's prove our worth with better!
🎄⛄🎁🎄⛄🎄🎄⛄⛄🎄🎁⛄⛄🎄🎄⛄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎁🎄🎁⛄🎄🎄🎄⛄🎄🎄⛄⛄ original post below followed by ChatGPT re
We have so many different ways to express our appreciation for things. This series is an expensive list of the subgenres you can use as a writer to describe the projects you are working with.
Respond with anything you think might be missing, or comments on whatever you have that may fit one, or more, of these awesome definitions of subgenres!
This is supposed to be fun, so no rude Dolphin hate!
Prompt 1: Ergodic Literature
Title: The Maze of Whispers
In a dimly lit room, there sat an old man named Professor Bartholomew, surrounded by books that seemed to teeter on the edge of chaos. He was known for his eccentricities and fascination with ancient tomes. The assignment for the day was a peculiar one - ergodic literature. He urged us to create a narrative that required effort beyond typical reading.
I closed my eyes, picturing a world where whispers held the secrets of existence. My protagonist, Lydia, stumbled upon an old, tattered book bound with a lock of silver. As she flipped through the pages, the words whispered to her in faint echoes, inviting her deeper into their labyrinthine secrets.
Lydia soon realized that reading wasn't enough; she had to engage with the text physically. The words wove a path, guiding her through an intricate maze of passages that twisted and turned with each decision. Every choice she made altered the narrative, leading to different outcomes, each branching into new, uncharted territories.
The book's world was alive, responding to Lydia's touch, her emotions, her doubts, and her courage. It demanded her presence, her active participation, pushing her beyond the boundaries of passive reading. The more she interacted, the more the story revealed its enigmatic nature, challenging her perception of reality.
As Lydia ventured deeper, the whispers intensified. They weren't just words anymore; they were living entities, shaping the very essence of her being. She found herself in a struggle to escape the maze of whispers that threatened to consume her entirely.
In the end, she discovered that the book was a reflection of her own soul, a manifestation of her inner struggles and desires. To break free, Lydia had to confront her fears and make peace with the cacophony of whispers that echoed within her mind.
The story unfolded as a journey of self-discovery, where the reader became an active participant, navigating the maze alongside Lydia, feeling the weight of each decision and experiencing the consequences firsthand.
Professor Bartholomew applauded the class for their imaginative takes on ergodic literature, emphasizing how our narratives required readers to engage beyond the surface, encouraging a deeper level of interaction with the text. The assignment opened doors to a realm where the act of reading transcended mere observation, transforming into a collaborative journey between the author, the characters, and the reader.
This exercise challenged my perceptions of storytelling, igniting a newfound appreciation for the intricate dance between the written word and the reader's participation, leaving me eager to explore more unconventional narrative styles in the future.
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So check out the results this week and let me know your thoughts!
It's all in fun and let's prove our worth with better!
🎄⛄🎁🎄⛄🎄🎄⛄⛄🎄🎁⛄⛄🎄🎄⛄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎁🎄🎁⛄🎄🎄🎄⛄🎄🎄⛄⛄ original post below followed by ChatGPT re
We have so many different ways to express our appreciation for things. This series is an expensive list of the subgenres you can use as a writer to describe the projects you are working with.
Respond with anything you think might be missing, or comments on whatever you have that may fit one, or more, of these awesome definitions of subgenres!
This is supposed to be fun, so no rude Dolphin hate!
- Ergodic Literature: Requires effort from the reader beyond typical reading, often involving non-linear narratives or physical interaction with the book.
- Bildungsroman: A novel that focuses on the psychological and moral growth of the protagonist from youth to adulthood.
- Eco-Horror: Blends elements of horror and environmental issues, often featuring nature as a malevolent force.
- Biopunk: Explores the impact of biotechnology, genetic engineering, and biometrics on society.
- Cli-Fi (Climate Fiction): Focuses on climate change and its effects on the environment and humanity.
- Chick Lit Noir: Merges elements of women's fiction, mystery, and noir, typically featuring a female protagonist.
- Solarpunk: Envisions a future where renewable energy and sustainable living practices prevail.
- Flintlock Fantasy: Features technology equivalent to the flintlock firearm era in a fantasy setting.
- Transrealism: Blurs the line between reality and fiction, often incorporating real-life events and characters.
- Splatstick: Combines slapstick comedy with elements of horror, often involving exaggerated and gory violence.
- Crunchy Noir: A subversion of traditional noir with added elements of comedy and irreverence.
- Kaiju Erotica: Involves giant monsters (kaiju) in explicit or erotic contexts.
- Gastrofiction: Focuses on food and culinary experiences as a central theme in the narrative.
- Biopunk: Explores the societal implications of biotechnology, genetic engineering, and biometrics.
- Dieselpunk: Set in a world where diesel-based technology is prevalent, often in an alternate history.
- Bugpunk: Blends steampunk aesthetics with insect-inspired technology.
- Rural Noir: Noir fiction set in rural or small-town environments, often exploring dark themes.
- Hopepunk: Emphasizes hope, optimism, and resilience in the face of adversity.
- Mannerpunk: A subgenre of fantasy that focuses on manners, social hierarchies, and etiquette.
- Clockpunk: Features clockwork mechanisms and Renaissance-era technology in a fantasy setting.
- Atompunk: Centers around the aesthetics and technology inspired by the Atomic Age and mid-20th century.
- Dreadpunk: A subgenre of gothic horror that emphasizes a sense of dread and unease.
- Decopunk: Set in the Art Deco era, often with a focus on sleek design and glamour.
- Dying Earth Subgenre: Takes place in the last days of a dying world, often with a sense of decay and decline.
- Mannerpunk: Focuses on manners, social structures, and etiquette in a fantastical setting.
- Slipstream: Blurs the boundaries between mainstream fiction and speculative fiction.
- Cattlepunk: A western-inspired subgenre with advanced technology and cattle-centric themes.
- Oceanpunk: Features maritime and underwater settings with a focus on oceanic technology.
- Dolphin Poetry: Poetry inspired by or featuring dolphins as a prominent theme.
- Cat Poetry: Poetry centered around cats as a significant subject.
Prompt 1: Ergodic Literature
Title: The Maze of Whispers
In a dimly lit room, there sat an old man named Professor Bartholomew, surrounded by books that seemed to teeter on the edge of chaos. He was known for his eccentricities and fascination with ancient tomes. The assignment for the day was a peculiar one - ergodic literature. He urged us to create a narrative that required effort beyond typical reading.
I closed my eyes, picturing a world where whispers held the secrets of existence. My protagonist, Lydia, stumbled upon an old, tattered book bound with a lock of silver. As she flipped through the pages, the words whispered to her in faint echoes, inviting her deeper into their labyrinthine secrets.
Lydia soon realized that reading wasn't enough; she had to engage with the text physically. The words wove a path, guiding her through an intricate maze of passages that twisted and turned with each decision. Every choice she made altered the narrative, leading to different outcomes, each branching into new, uncharted territories.
The book's world was alive, responding to Lydia's touch, her emotions, her doubts, and her courage. It demanded her presence, her active participation, pushing her beyond the boundaries of passive reading. The more she interacted, the more the story revealed its enigmatic nature, challenging her perception of reality.
As Lydia ventured deeper, the whispers intensified. They weren't just words anymore; they were living entities, shaping the very essence of her being. She found herself in a struggle to escape the maze of whispers that threatened to consume her entirely.
In the end, she discovered that the book was a reflection of her own soul, a manifestation of her inner struggles and desires. To break free, Lydia had to confront her fears and make peace with the cacophony of whispers that echoed within her mind.
The story unfolded as a journey of self-discovery, where the reader became an active participant, navigating the maze alongside Lydia, feeling the weight of each decision and experiencing the consequences firsthand.
Professor Bartholomew applauded the class for their imaginative takes on ergodic literature, emphasizing how our narratives required readers to engage beyond the surface, encouraging a deeper level of interaction with the text. The assignment opened doors to a realm where the act of reading transcended mere observation, transforming into a collaborative journey between the author, the characters, and the reader.
This exercise challenged my perceptions of storytelling, igniting a newfound appreciation for the intricate dance between the written word and the reader's participation, leaving me eager to explore more unconventional narrative styles in the future.
2024.05.20 08:24 Colettekay Here I go again
I feel so alone even tho I'm not I feel like a broken record when I talk about what has happened I just wanna be ok. I've posted here before. I called the cops on my husband in March he told me he was gonna kill me and went for his gun. I have 3 kids 2 are his bio amd my oldest he's raised since she was 2 I had dcfs dss whatever guess they're called different things in different states nver dealt with them they said I neglected my daughter and put her in a unsafe environment I had to leave our home or I was gonna loose my daughter. Mind u I have a 21 18 and 16 now never had dcfs involved
I hate that they were right when they handed pamphlets it said child neglect I said I never did that but I did I didn't protect my kids. Anyway we moved states away our case was dropped but I still feel so horrible as a mother even tho my girls say they love me they're happy and proud of me I can't believe I could of lost my child over a man aka husband who threatened to kill me how was I supposed to know wtf.
I shouldn't be sad bec the case was dropped because they wrote mom and daughter moved to a new state and left insert abusers name.
When do I stop feeling guilty I don't even care the guilt for him my kids we need open face talks cause I need interaction with ppl so I cannot feel like this and cry while I'm writing why this shouldn't even be a thing
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I hate that they were right when they handed pamphlets it said child neglect I said I never did that but I did I didn't protect my kids. Anyway we moved states away our case was dropped but I still feel so horrible as a mother even tho my girls say they love me they're happy and proud of me I can't believe I could of lost my child over a man aka husband who threatened to kill me how was I supposed to know wtf.
I shouldn't be sad bec the case was dropped because they wrote mom and daughter moved to a new state and left insert abusers name.
When do I stop feeling guilty I don't even care the guilt for him my kids we need open face talks cause I need interaction with ppl so I cannot feel like this and cry while I'm writing why this shouldn't even be a thing
2024.05.20 08:22 Toadthemighty Todd Howard is Silently rewriting the Lore and new players are reinforcing it.
Is anyone else absolutely disgusted with Todd Howard's Empty Promise when He Said The Show wouldn't Change Too Much The saysits Canon while Secretly writing out the History of Fallout 1&2 tactics, BoS , Parts of Fallout 3 and New Vegas.
I would like to say this is a theory and I'm tired of seeing all the misinformation about the series overall be rewritten, Glanced over or Steamrolled completely over for whatever happens next.
Gecks don't Exist. Stanislaus Braun apperently dosent exist Cause he And the team at Future Tech working With made those Cold Fusion Packs. General atomics Dosent Exist. Power Armor apperently never used to use cold fusion. Transportation wasn't revolutionized to use it either Position Oil's Role on the PANEL well they don't seem to be anywhere. WHY IS SHADY SANDS IN THE BONEYARD Vault City? The Ghoul Would have Existed during the Masters Reign of Terror. The Original West Coast BoS, He may have even Seen Big Ol Frankie He would have seen Enclave and been In the area to witness the Original Vault Dweller, The Chosen One, The Courier and the Sole Survivor. He would have seen Heros and Villians Come and Go. Vault City Fire up a GECK, he would have seen The Shi rise up. Yet running around all that time searching 200 serchin... nothin? No other vaults seen? No other Vault tec facilities found? No secret military bases pumping out MONSTERS. NO seeing Death Claws Nothin
The only hint he barly gives and its so kissable because you can only put it together if your very lore and location detailed.
I explain it like this keep it simple keep it Straight forward.
Starting with Wilzig. We know he's Enclave. So the Enclave survived and still has the capacity to Rebuild Mariposa because That's exactly where they were in those seens. They didn't make that supermutant we saw. They pulled it from the rubble. Yes all those dogs were Clones, being run through Behavioral Training and seeming attached with Radio Trackers Or Control Modules. In this fallout world I'm gonna guess Dogs went Extinct from being killed off by Vault Tec and The Goverment to Ensure Resources Were Freed Up. We see Barb mention this in the show. Now we know the Enclave Knew About Dogmeat. And how Dogmeat Helped out bringing down the master. Dog eats remains were Found in that same Forcefield Generator partially intact.
CX404 is the 404th Clone of Dogmeat.
The only mention of this is when Cooper is having a flashback about his dog. He says this.. I'm sorry Dogmeat. No your not him. Meaning either Cooper Knew the Original teasing that Cooper did meet the Original Vault Dweller. So Either Coops Just a Mutant Ghoul like Herald with a fuzzy long term memory that's Sharp enough to remeber faces and names after 200+ years. Or It's just more Bad writing leaving plot holes and Betheada silently and sneakily Trying to conform the Entire Fallout History Timeline and Major Players in those events shown and told in just Fallout 4. Cherry picking what Will make fans happy and new comers in awe going wow cold fusion? WOW Micro Fusion Cores.. this must be how it is caus3 Todd Said so.
They showed a destroyed New Vegas meaning and no Airfield. No lights no robots. Not a sign of life They show the 38 sign broken down. Going to Guess Battle of the Dam went to the Legion. But they aren't overrunning everything so no legion No NCR, No Outcast Brotherhood.
No Future Tech. No New Plague. Nothing showing signs that Season 2 will address any of this.
It looks like they are pushing the Vault Tec Did started the war is canon despite Bethesda own games being contradictory to that.
Feel free to rip it up but I had to break down the dates of all the mass fusion Events leading up to the Actual Fusion Core Breakthrough and how they just used the old infrastructure and fission wells in most places. How cold fusion Existed before Moldiver unless I missed her Saying she worked under a Brillient Mind who would try to ensure by creating the GECKs and cold fusion that America might Win the war with Cold Fusion Powering Transportation, weapons and power armor. (The first 4 fall outs) because it's Not Effective at large Scale Operations sure a Geck can run a city but not for long and is designed to Power the Matter Replicator So all the Basic Building materials for a city could just be easily replicated. They are also Designed to be used By a Vault which had Fusion Power plants.
How is the T60 so prevalent when the brotherhood Held Those in the highest regards of Being Holy Relics.
I can't be the only one to have these thoughts about it and I can only hope and prey season 2 and the Next Fallout game don't use the Lore Setforth in season 1.
Aight rant over.
If West Coast ghouls except Cooper are radiation based and don't start with the Gamma theory. Why does Huffing what I can only Assume is modified FEV or PEV KEEP THEM FROM GOING FERAL. If they in season two explain the ghouls are a result of Prewar experments started by Mass Fusions legacy of everything they made Starting the Ghoulification process decades before the first bomb fell.
Ok now you all may take shots at it. I'll stand here like a Viper who time forgot.
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I would like to say this is a theory and I'm tired of seeing all the misinformation about the series overall be rewritten, Glanced over or Steamrolled completely over for whatever happens next.
Gecks don't Exist. Stanislaus Braun apperently dosent exist Cause he And the team at Future Tech working With made those Cold Fusion Packs. General atomics Dosent Exist. Power Armor apperently never used to use cold fusion. Transportation wasn't revolutionized to use it either Position Oil's Role on the PANEL well they don't seem to be anywhere. WHY IS SHADY SANDS IN THE BONEYARD Vault City? The Ghoul Would have Existed during the Masters Reign of Terror. The Original West Coast BoS, He may have even Seen Big Ol Frankie He would have seen Enclave and been In the area to witness the Original Vault Dweller, The Chosen One, The Courier and the Sole Survivor. He would have seen Heros and Villians Come and Go. Vault City Fire up a GECK, he would have seen The Shi rise up. Yet running around all that time searching 200 serchin... nothin? No other vaults seen? No other Vault tec facilities found? No secret military bases pumping out MONSTERS. NO seeing Death Claws Nothin
The only hint he barly gives and its so kissable because you can only put it together if your very lore and location detailed.
I explain it like this keep it simple keep it Straight forward.
Starting with Wilzig. We know he's Enclave. So the Enclave survived and still has the capacity to Rebuild Mariposa because That's exactly where they were in those seens. They didn't make that supermutant we saw. They pulled it from the rubble. Yes all those dogs were Clones, being run through Behavioral Training and seeming attached with Radio Trackers Or Control Modules. In this fallout world I'm gonna guess Dogs went Extinct from being killed off by Vault Tec and The Goverment to Ensure Resources Were Freed Up. We see Barb mention this in the show. Now we know the Enclave Knew About Dogmeat. And how Dogmeat Helped out bringing down the master. Dog eats remains were Found in that same Forcefield Generator partially intact.
CX404 is the 404th Clone of Dogmeat.
The only mention of this is when Cooper is having a flashback about his dog. He says this.. I'm sorry Dogmeat. No your not him. Meaning either Cooper Knew the Original teasing that Cooper did meet the Original Vault Dweller. So Either Coops Just a Mutant Ghoul like Herald with a fuzzy long term memory that's Sharp enough to remeber faces and names after 200+ years. Or It's just more Bad writing leaving plot holes and Betheada silently and sneakily Trying to conform the Entire Fallout History Timeline and Major Players in those events shown and told in just Fallout 4. Cherry picking what Will make fans happy and new comers in awe going wow cold fusion? WOW Micro Fusion Cores.. this must be how it is caus3 Todd Said so.
They showed a destroyed New Vegas meaning and no Airfield. No lights no robots. Not a sign of life They show the 38 sign broken down. Going to Guess Battle of the Dam went to the Legion. But they aren't overrunning everything so no legion No NCR, No Outcast Brotherhood.
No Future Tech. No New Plague. Nothing showing signs that Season 2 will address any of this.
It looks like they are pushing the Vault Tec Did started the war is canon despite Bethesda own games being contradictory to that.
Feel free to rip it up but I had to break down the dates of all the mass fusion Events leading up to the Actual Fusion Core Breakthrough and how they just used the old infrastructure and fission wells in most places. How cold fusion Existed before Moldiver unless I missed her Saying she worked under a Brillient Mind who would try to ensure by creating the GECKs and cold fusion that America might Win the war with Cold Fusion Powering Transportation, weapons and power armor. (The first 4 fall outs) because it's Not Effective at large Scale Operations sure a Geck can run a city but not for long and is designed to Power the Matter Replicator So all the Basic Building materials for a city could just be easily replicated. They are also Designed to be used By a Vault which had Fusion Power plants.
How is the T60 so prevalent when the brotherhood Held Those in the highest regards of Being Holy Relics.
I can't be the only one to have these thoughts about it and I can only hope and prey season 2 and the Next Fallout game don't use the Lore Setforth in season 1.
Aight rant over.
If West Coast ghouls except Cooper are radiation based and don't start with the Gamma theory. Why does Huffing what I can only Assume is modified FEV or PEV KEEP THEM FROM GOING FERAL. If they in season two explain the ghouls are a result of Prewar experments started by Mass Fusions legacy of everything they made Starting the Ghoulification process decades before the first bomb fell.
Ok now you all may take shots at it. I'll stand here like a Viper who time forgot.
2024.05.20 08:14 Super_D_89 Some of the best MM romance stories I have read are fanfics
I am strictly talking about at least 50-80k plus words of fanfics on AO3 that will translate to roughly 200-300 pages in published books.
I myself have posted similarly on AO3 before that ignited quite a bit of discussion. I only started to read published MM romance books late last year and I think some of the best MM romance stories I have read are fanfics. Here were some of my rambling thoughts.
In order to publish, of course the average writing quality is much higher than generic fanfic writers. But all the published authors start from generic writers themselves. A lot of the time besides skill and creativity, it is dedication and fortune that decide if one becomes a professional writer.
I have read some Harvey/Mike fanfics based on Suits that are 220k words long for the entire series that totally blew my mind. I don’t read any Harry Potter fanfics but the controversial yet popular Draco/Hermione community has been a thing since the early days of widespread internet and spun nearly three decades now. I am personally very interested in Hawaii Five-O and The Man from UNCLE fandoms which are small, but have produced some of the longest, most intense slow burn, and most solid plot, character development, and writing I have ever read in any books, including all these big name classics. Sometimes it feels quite lonely that you don’t have others to share these amazing fanfics you read because the fandoms are so small.
The aforementioned reader loneliness actually points out a major disadvantage of fanfics, that almost all of them require your solid knowledge of the fandoms, which original published works don’t. But again as previously said, building such a new universe is a daunting challenge itself.
So far I only know Zero At The Bone was originally an AU fanfic of Brokeback Mountain that was later published and became quite a success. However, this book is basically not related to the BBM at all except one character has the same first name.
So if you can share some of fanfics you have read that rival or even excel some good published work, that would be great. Also, I’m curious if people think fanfics should be able to be published commercially, if copyright permissions are granted.
P.S. Almost forgot to mention, because vast majority of the MM fanfics are not based on canon lore, it is both a challenge and a blessing to make your head canon into some authentic and convincing plot lines.
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I myself have posted similarly on AO3 before that ignited quite a bit of discussion. I only started to read published MM romance books late last year and I think some of the best MM romance stories I have read are fanfics. Here were some of my rambling thoughts.
- Fanfics basically cannot be commercially published because of apparent copyright issue. Since fanfic characters are based on existing ones that already have made some impressions on people’s mind, I would say the writing difficulty is (much) lower than creating original characters that can attract readers? But I also want to say this gives fanfics writers the challenge of how to dig deeper and create new interpretations and arc for these characters, that wouldn’t go too OOC that causes a revolt in the fan base. Therefore, the risk of writing original works are lower.
- IMO, the order of quality of plot and characters of fanfics and published works is as follows:
In order to publish, of course the average writing quality is much higher than generic fanfic writers. But all the published authors start from generic writers themselves. A lot of the time besides skill and creativity, it is dedication and fortune that decide if one becomes a professional writer.
I have read some Harvey/Mike fanfics based on Suits that are 220k words long for the entire series that totally blew my mind. I don’t read any Harry Potter fanfics but the controversial yet popular Draco/Hermione community has been a thing since the early days of widespread internet and spun nearly three decades now. I am personally very interested in Hawaii Five-O and The Man from UNCLE fandoms which are small, but have produced some of the longest, most intense slow burn, and most solid plot, character development, and writing I have ever read in any books, including all these big name classics. Sometimes it feels quite lonely that you don’t have others to share these amazing fanfics you read because the fandoms are so small.
The aforementioned reader loneliness actually points out a major disadvantage of fanfics, that almost all of them require your solid knowledge of the fandoms, which original published works don’t. But again as previously said, building such a new universe is a daunting challenge itself.
So far I only know Zero At The Bone was originally an AU fanfic of Brokeback Mountain that was later published and became quite a success. However, this book is basically not related to the BBM at all except one character has the same first name.
So if you can share some of fanfics you have read that rival or even excel some good published work, that would be great. Also, I’m curious if people think fanfics should be able to be published commercially, if copyright permissions are granted.
P.S. Almost forgot to mention, because vast majority of the MM fanfics are not based on canon lore, it is both a challenge and a blessing to make your head canon into some authentic and convincing plot lines.