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2023.03.30 20:19 swttangerine Feeling like the floor is shifting/extra heavy?
It feels difficult to explain this. I am currently experiencing feeling faint and near passing out very frequently with intermittent tachycardia. I have seen electrophysiology and he’s ordered a month long heart monitor as well as a Tilt Table Test, I just haven’t had it yet. However, aside from the feeling faint while standing and sort of off balance all of the time, I get this other bizarre feeling. It feels as though I just jumped and I’ve landed on my feet hard, even though I’m just walking along as normal. Almost like the pressure of gravity is giving me an extra downward shove that feels abrupt and harsh? I suppose I could also describe it as feeling sort of like buckling at the legs, or like the floor is shifting underneath me. I feel like extra heavy when it happens. It feels super uncomfortable and prompts me to sit down. Does this make sense to anyone? It feels different from the typical “faint” feeling I have often.
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2023.03.30 20:17 Moonwalk_42 How do I make real friends?
I'm (21M) a computer science student in my third year of university. Growing up I never really fit in with people at my school, and while I was never sitting alone eating lunch by myself, I always drifted from friend group to friend group, essentially just sticking to the people in my classes at the time. In highschool, for the first time, I think I had real friends that I really enjoyed spending time with, and I think they valued me as well. But as we got older, we went to different schools, and after some conflict with them in the later portion of last year, I haven't been nearly as close to them as I was before, only really occasionally talking to one of them.
My question is, how do I make real close friends? I feel like I've tried everything that people recommend. I join clubs, I go to class, I try to be sociable, and every now and then I come across somebody who I enjoy speaking to and want to be friends with them, but their either too busy to hangout, or it feels like by me somehow trying to hangout with them I'm intruding on the friend group dynamic they already have situated. I never got my first year university experience because of COVID. I never lived on residence although I am living in a student building now. I do have acquaintances, people I can occasionally play videogames with, or go out with from time to time, but it's not that close friendship I've been missing all my life. I just want somebody to hangout with, doesn't have to be a reason, just want a friend I can talk to without feeling like I'm somehow disrupting them, by trying to become friendlier with them.
I'm a somewhat extroverted guy and I usually have the confidence to just walk up to somebody I find interesting and talk to them, but I never feel like I have the ability to solidify an actual friendship with anyone.
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My question is, how do I make real close friends? I feel like I've tried everything that people recommend. I join clubs, I go to class, I try to be sociable, and every now and then I come across somebody who I enjoy speaking to and want to be friends with them, but their either too busy to hangout, or it feels like by me somehow trying to hangout with them I'm intruding on the friend group dynamic they already have situated. I never got my first year university experience because of COVID. I never lived on residence although I am living in a student building now. I do have acquaintances, people I can occasionally play videogames with, or go out with from time to time, but it's not that close friendship I've been missing all my life. I just want somebody to hangout with, doesn't have to be a reason, just want a friend I can talk to without feeling like I'm somehow disrupting them, by trying to become friendlier with them.
I'm a somewhat extroverted guy and I usually have the confidence to just walk up to somebody I find interesting and talk to them, but I never feel like I have the ability to solidify an actual friendship with anyone.
2023.03.30 20:15 IrvingsGhost [M4F] A nostalgic and romantic Halloween? Count me in!
I posted earlier but some of my DMs seem to have been glitched out, so I’m going to try again and add a bit more detail and clarification this time.
Do you love Halloween? Is fall your favorite season? Do you like cute and cozy romances? Then maybe we should be partners! I’m a Halloween lover, and an Autumn lover in general. To me, it truly is the greatest season of all time and I think it’s the perfect season for a romantic and dramatic story. That’s what I’m hoping to find here!
This story would be set in the late 90s, where films like The Craft and Scream are part of the common consciousness, and Halloween still held magic. Halloween town is airing for its first time and hocus pocus is essential essential viewing on VHS. Neighborhood kids ride bikes to each other’s houses while teenagers meet at misty Autumn lakes for impromptu campfires filled with urban legends of hook-handed psychos. Halloween held a power over that era, and I want to recapture it in this roleplay! Also, you don’t actually have to be from the 90s for this, I myself was born in the late 90s so I was hardly conscious then. I just think the setting would be fun and unique!
Here’s an overview of my idea for the actual plot:
Our characters are young adults, possibly from the same town and possibly familiar with each-other (or you could be new to town, up to you). It’s early October and the summer heat has retreated, leaving chilly mornings and the first hints of dying leaves. My character’s best friend is planning a massive Halloween party, and the time is ticking for him to find a date.
Here is where I have two separate but equally interesting ideas, this could simply be a boy-meets_girl slice of life story, or we could take it in a supernatural direction!
If we keep it just a romantic story, then obviously our characters would get to know eachother, go on cute fall dates to the pumpkin patch, haunted houses, costume shops, etc..
If we take it into a supernatural direction, I’d like to add a whimsical horror element to the mix! Maybe the spirit of Halloween is angry and begins to bring Halloween entities to life and our characters are the unlikely heroes? I’d love to capture the whimsy of Halloween, maybe we have to fend off bedsheet ghosts and pumpkin headed horsemen?
The main thing is, I want to capture that comfy nostalgic feeling of the era, and inject it with a healthy amount of romance and character growth! I think using settings such as pumpkin patches and costume stores would be a ton of fun, whether it gets supernatural or not!
Now for the technical stuff! I’m in EST time zone, and I only RP on discord for simplicity sake! I am semi-literate and will never one line you, as I always strive for multiple paragraphs! I am usually working during the day but I will try and get responses out on my down time which is pretty often!
If you’re interested in this, please be willing to discuss with me! If you’re expecting me to have everything meticulously planned out and ready, I will disappoint you! But if your down to brainstorm and make this something we both care about, I can’t wait to chat!
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Do you love Halloween? Is fall your favorite season? Do you like cute and cozy romances? Then maybe we should be partners! I’m a Halloween lover, and an Autumn lover in general. To me, it truly is the greatest season of all time and I think it’s the perfect season for a romantic and dramatic story. That’s what I’m hoping to find here!
This story would be set in the late 90s, where films like The Craft and Scream are part of the common consciousness, and Halloween still held magic. Halloween town is airing for its first time and hocus pocus is essential essential viewing on VHS. Neighborhood kids ride bikes to each other’s houses while teenagers meet at misty Autumn lakes for impromptu campfires filled with urban legends of hook-handed psychos. Halloween held a power over that era, and I want to recapture it in this roleplay! Also, you don’t actually have to be from the 90s for this, I myself was born in the late 90s so I was hardly conscious then. I just think the setting would be fun and unique!
Here’s an overview of my idea for the actual plot:
Our characters are young adults, possibly from the same town and possibly familiar with each-other (or you could be new to town, up to you). It’s early October and the summer heat has retreated, leaving chilly mornings and the first hints of dying leaves. My character’s best friend is planning a massive Halloween party, and the time is ticking for him to find a date.
Here is where I have two separate but equally interesting ideas, this could simply be a boy-meets_girl slice of life story, or we could take it in a supernatural direction!
If we keep it just a romantic story, then obviously our characters would get to know eachother, go on cute fall dates to the pumpkin patch, haunted houses, costume shops, etc..
If we take it into a supernatural direction, I’d like to add a whimsical horror element to the mix! Maybe the spirit of Halloween is angry and begins to bring Halloween entities to life and our characters are the unlikely heroes? I’d love to capture the whimsy of Halloween, maybe we have to fend off bedsheet ghosts and pumpkin headed horsemen?
The main thing is, I want to capture that comfy nostalgic feeling of the era, and inject it with a healthy amount of romance and character growth! I think using settings such as pumpkin patches and costume stores would be a ton of fun, whether it gets supernatural or not!
Now for the technical stuff! I’m in EST time zone, and I only RP on discord for simplicity sake! I am semi-literate and will never one line you, as I always strive for multiple paragraphs! I am usually working during the day but I will try and get responses out on my down time which is pretty often!
If you’re interested in this, please be willing to discuss with me! If you’re expecting me to have everything meticulously planned out and ready, I will disappoint you! But if your down to brainstorm and make this something we both care about, I can’t wait to chat!
2023.03.30 20:15 a15minutestory [WP] You are a student in the most prestigious magic academy in the kingdom. No one knows how you got in, sure you have amazing magic potential, but you’re “magic blind” meaning you can only feel the presence of magic and not see any magic. [Part 67]
Life, for most, was a series of ups and downs. You fail your test but then your mom makes your favorite dish for dinner. You lose the big game for your team, but then you make a major breakthrough in the spell you've been practicing for weeks. You drop your ice cream, but find some cash in your pocket you didn't remember leaving there.
The girl you've been fawning over for weeks tickles your tonsils with her tongue, but then you're cut in half and enslaved by your nation's mortal enemy.
Yeah, my life was different, there was no doubt about that at all. But the lowest lows made even the slightest highs feel so much higher. Something as simple as eating a hot meal was the height of life when you had been living on crackers, stale bread, and nearly century-old dried meat.
We failed to notice that everyone in the restaurant was staring at us as we wolfed down plate after plate. The juices; the flavors; the tenderness of the meat; the softness of the hot bread smothered in butter. I couldn't stop smiling as I ate.
"You gotta try this," Tovin said breathlessly between bites as he passed me a bowl containing what looked like some kind of wet, shredded, colorful salad. I swallowed the big bite of steak I had been chewing and quickly put a spoonful of the mystery dish in my mouth. It was heaven on earth.
"Holy smokes, what is this?" I asked.
"I think it's the coleslaw, give it back," he said, pulling the bowl right out of my hand. I turned and looked at the dumbfounded waiter standing next to our table, and smiled. "More coleslaw, please! And ribs, I'm outta ribs! And a refill on... what was this called?"
He stared wide-eyed at my plate and then shook his head as though clearing his mind. "Uhh, I believe you were having the peach lemonade, sir."
"That!" I pointed my fork at him before turning back to the assortment of delicacies splayed out before me. I wasn't sure if it was because I hadn't had a proper meal in weeks, or if it was just that the empire knew how to eat, but it was the best food I had ever tasted in my life.
"So good," Tovin said in such a way that I had to check and make sure he wasn't crying.
After eating all that we wanted and all that we could, the two of us just sat slouched in our chairs with bulging stomachs. I lifted my hand shakily toward the last rib on my plate, but let it fall to my side as I closed my eyes and accepted defeat. The will was there but the room in my stomach wasn't.
"My goodness, sirs," said the waiter. "You hunters sure can eat."
I looked up at him with a satisfied grin, "Hard work always makes a meal so much better. Know what I'm saying?"
"Can't argue with that," said the waiter as he folded his hands. "But... if I may, could I politely ask you to pay your bill? I mean no offense, but you and your friend have a..." he cleared his throat. "Musk about you."
I looked at Tovin and then at myself, and then at all the empty tables around us. We were still covered in the calraven's dried wing gunk. I had to have gone completely nose-blind to it. Now the faces everyone had been making at us made a lot more sense. I looked down to see that it had been flaking off of us and onto the restaurant floor.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry," I apologized.
"No!" said the man, holding his hands out. "It was an honor to serve the hunters keeping our cities safe, don't take me the wrong way. It would be our pleasure to serve you again, but it's about to be 5'o clock and our dinner rush will be starting soon."
I suddenly remembered something I had completely forgotten. I looked up at the man, "Excuse me, do you have a pencil?"
"Certainly," he answered, pulling one from his apron and setting it down on the checkered tablecloth. "Your bill will be 22 octims."
"That's so much," Tovin groaned, not bothering to lift his head or open his eyes. He wasn't wrong, but we had ordered almost everything on the menu. I wasn't completely certain I could walk correctly when it was time to leave. I pulled out the envelope and handed him 25 octims.
"Keep the change," I said, Tovin groaning quietly in tacit disapproval.
"Th-thank you!" said the waiter with a wide grin.
"In return, I'm keeping the pencil," I added, smiling back.
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It didn't take long for us to find an inn. Bronzegirder was full of them, as it was apparently a booming industrial hub rife with people traveling on business. We decided to book one room with two separate bedrooms to save a bit of money. It came out to 9 octims a night, which when you factored in food, meant we only had a little over a week's worth of cash if we spent conservatively. I didn't know how long it was going to take me to find Atlas and Axle, but I couldn't see it happening that soon. We would likely have to hunt again; that or find a steady job that paid the bills.
It was a humble inn compared to some of the others we had seen. I really wanted to stay in one of the nicer ones, but Tovin wasn't having it. He said the less we had to go out and make money, the better, and I couldn't come up with a good enough argument to push back. While Tovin took a shower, I took an eraser to everything Fena had written to me in the notebook. I left a little bit of her message so as to avoid suspicion, and decided I'd write back later tonight before bed.
After his shower, he realized that he only had dirty clothes to change into and we were reminded that we needed to go shopping. I rinsed off and the two of us made our way back down to the lobby and out into town. It had gotten considerably darker since we had checked in, and the chill winds blew against my cold hair, sending shivers down my spine. We pulled our hoods up and hit the market.
The first shop we landed at was a big success. We bought a warm hat for Tovin's head, which was only just now growing back a thin layer of hair. We found some sheepskin flight jackets with wool collars that rode high against the back of our necks. Tovin begrudgingly accepted them as the best option both for warmth and for hiding our slave tattoos, but for me, I also thought they looked really, really cool.
We bought some leather gloves that matched the jackets, along with new undergarments and sleep attire. We bagged some Diesillian snacks and drinks, as well as a refill of cigarettes for Tovin before heading back to the room. We were both exhausted, and I was more excited about a bed than I ever had been. Back in the room, we sat on the floor and tried the different candies and snacks as we discussed our next plan of action.
"Let's stay here for a little while," Tovin advised, sitting under the open window with his cigarette in hand. "This place is huge. The odds of them finding us here quickly are slim."
"I agree," I said as I popped one of the candies in my mouth. "I'm not going to say I like it here, but it sure beats being on the run."
"We're still on the run," he warned. "Don't misunderstand that. We should also probably pick new aliases. DuPonte has the wrong ones, but Gilliam is pretty similar to William."
"Yeah, but we're not on the run, run. Y'know, being chased through the night, sleeping in abandoned shacks, and stowing away in train cars. I know they're still looking for us, but how are they ever gonna catch us now?"
He folded his arms and dropped his eyes. Smoke billowed from his mouth as he sat in quiet contemplation. "It would be a mistake to underestimate our enemy," he said finally. "We need to start going by new names. I'm Wallace, and you're Geoffrey, got that?"
"I don't want to be Geoffrey, you be Geoffrey," I said playfully as I passed him a bag of candies. "Here, try these. They're called jelly beans, they're pretty good."
He dug his hand into the bag, fished one out, and popped it into his mouth. "Fine," he said. "You can be Wallace then, and I'll be Geoffrey. You need to help me remember that, you understand?"
"Yeah, I got it," I assured him.
"Gill."
"I said I heard you, Jeez," I said dismissively as I picked up the dark beverage I had been eyeing. It was labeled Root Beer and it generated a golden fizz at the top when disturbed. I couldn't wait to taste it. Tovin reached over and gently lowered my hand. I looked up to find him staring at me intensely.
"Gill," he repeated. "Stop. Just stop it, alright? I know what you're doing. I might be slipping, but I'm not dumb, deaf, and blind just yet. While I appreciate the act, or at least where it's coming from, I know you're just as scared as I am. I'm not a child; and while I may not be able to preserve what remains of my dignity for very much longer, I would ask for your respect until that time comes."
I had somehow underestimated the smartest man I had ever known– again. I didn't know the extent of his condition. Based on our interactions, I figured that he had no memory of the times when he regressed. I assumed that he didn't fully understand how bad his lapses had gotten, but it seemed he did. Worse yet, I knew how he felt about sympathy. The way I was acting had to have felt like the biggest insult to him, and even so, he wasn't reacting with anger.
He just wanted to be heard.
"Earlier today in the woods," he said, lifting his arm and tapping his cigarette against the window sill. "I can't remember the details. I don't know how you did that monster in, how I ended up unconscious, or anything about how we got back to the city. But I do remember how I felt."
He traced the floorboards with his eyes and placed his arms on his knees as he looked for the words. "... I felt useless; helpless like a terrified child. At one point, I felt like I didn't deserve to be alive." He looked up at me. "It was like I was swimming in a dream; like I was watching my own actions from over my shoulder. I came back to consciousness for a brief moment and contemplated shoving that rifle in my mouth."
"Tovin–"
"Shut up," he waved at me dismissively, drawing tendrils of smoke in the air with the end of his cigarette. "I don't need your pep talk," he huffed. "I'm past it." He rested his head against the wall behind him. "I just want you to know that this whole thing is getting harder for me. It's like there are two people fighting for control of the wheel, and when I'm not steering, I'm in a sleeplike state. My thoughts play out in front of me like I'm having some kind of fever dream. They smear and melt like watercolor giving me brief glimpses of reality through a window I can't reach or jump through."
I stared at him with concern. We shared a brief moment of eye contact before he closed his eyes and exhaled smoke. "It's not looking good for me, Gill. I just wanted you to know before I went to bed," he said, getting to his feet. "That if I go to sleep tonight for the last time..."
"Hang on," I interrupted. "There's something you should know. I reached out to that friend of mine back home. He's already working on a way to fix you."
His face brightened. "Y-yeah?" he smiled. "Gill, why didn't you say anything?"
I picked up the bottle and used the opener we had purchased with it to pry the lid off. "There was never a good time," I shrugged. "It's been a long, long day."
"Well, what else did he say?" he asked, taking a step forward.
"... Just, y'know," I trailed off. "Hang in there."
He sucked his lips in and looked down at the floor. He knew I was holding back. I was more worried about putting him through information overload than anything else. There was a lot he didn't know; too much, in fact.
"Tovin, just trust me. You'll know everything soon," I assured him. "All of it. As soon as you get your memories back."
"You really think your friend is that incredible?" he asked without looking up.
I smiled knowingly. "I do."
I took a swig of the beverage and spat it back out all of my legs. It almost splashed his legs and he quickly scrambled away. He looked at me with apparent disgust.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he yelled.
"It's like medicine," I grimaced. "I don't think this is even a drink!"
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That night, as Tovin slept, I wrote down the events of the day. As I jotted it all down, I began having new revelations. Tovin seemed to be at his best after resting. In the morning when we got off the train, he seemed alright. However, as the day drew on, he became less and less like himself. I should have known something was up the moment he wandered off without me. Then he was acting like a literal child up to our confrontation with the calraven. He had even mistakenly called me dad, perhaps reliving a buried memory of a hunt with his father.
But when his rifle exploded and he lost consciousness, he was back to himself when he woke up. He seemed to hold strong through dinner up until he went to bed. I wondered what it was about sleeping that restored at least a portion of his working mind.
Then there was the stranger, referred to only once as "Deac." There was no mistaking the magic that glowed in his body, but what was that other energy? I couldn't see it, but for the fact that it danced with and often overtook his magic essence. There were two energies tangled up together inside of him, and they seemed to be at odds with one another. And then there was the Diesel Devil sitting at the back of the cave.
The two of them definitely knew one another on a familiar level. They had been sent together to investigate Eluviel, but why, and from where? She definitely didn't seem happy to see them, but could that have been because she felt I was threatened by them? A splinter-sprite, he called her. A piece of her consciousness that she had shed just before she was subdued.
I wondered why she'd chosen me. Was it because I could see her while others couldn't? Or maybe I was just secretly really, really awesome, like a main character in a novel. I sat under the electric light and smiled at the idea of being someone worthy of tales. Someone like Tovin or Atlas with a bright destiny. But was revenge really such a noble pursuit? The yearning to return home and lift some heads off of shoulders didn't seem like any sort of heroic journey. After I penned the events of the day as best as I could, I got to work answering everyone individually.
Tovin. Be nice to Gill. He's doing his best with what he's got. Instead of being pissed at him, be pissed at the headmasters in question for what they've done to him. I hope everything I wrote above helps in some way, but I'm still running around out here with a lot of questions. Any luck with the spell for your counterpart? As you;ve read, he's getting worse. I need that miracle cure sooner than later. Thanks for your help.
I could already hear him in my head. "I'm working as fast I can you ingrate," or something like that. I laughed under my breath as I thought about what a dick he was. It was pressure, pride, and maintaining appearances that warped his personality so much. Out here in the Diesel as a nobody with nothing to prove, he was so much more agreeable. His inner-Tovin showed through now and again, but I wondered what would happen if he suddenly got all his memories back. Would he be a more chilled-out version of his ENU counterpart, or would he be even more high-strung?
Gill. I hope you read the annotation I scribbled in the margins about not reading the whole journal entry. I forgot you had asked me not to talk about the Galgalim before I had already written it all down. If you skipped right to this response as I hoped, then don't go back and read any of that. There were major revelations about what she is and why she's here.
I knew he wouldn't be able to resist after reading that. I needed his curiosity to overpower his fear. It was possible, I figured, that I could undo some of the damage Vega had done. I just needed to remind Gill of who he was.
I know it's weird putting your trust in me, but if there's anyone you can trust, it's yourself. I'm 99% sure Tovin would back me up on that, haha. And yeah, I remember Fena boasting about the importance of keeping a diary. We love that girl, but we hate to write, am I write?
I hoped he would find my pun funny. He was me, so he would at least smile at it, I was sure.
Even now my hand is aching something fierce, I want to go to bed more than anything. You know how long its been since I've slept in a bed? This mattress feels like heaven under me right now, you got no idea. And is Tovin still threatening to kill you? I thought we had gotten a little closer than that. I can't believe Axle was expelled. You're right, that means you're probably next. Keep your head down, man. Thanks for cooperating with me. If you had changed the summoning signature for the tome, I would have died today... and yesterday too, actually. I'm getting actual combat experience out here. It's wild knowing you can die at any moment. My hand is kinda cramping and I still have to write Fena back so I'll end it here. Thanks again for hearing me out and staying open-minded about this whole thing.
I set the pencil down and massaged the muscle between my thumb and forefinger. I had a lot to tell. But I wasn't about to roll over and drift off without writing to Fena. I picked the pencil up and readjusted myself before putting my words down.
I'm sorry I asked Gill not to tell you, but something deep down inside of me told me he would do it anyway. I just wanted to touch base with him first before I reached out to the rest of you. And technically, I was the one who showed you the message in the tome, so I didn't actually ever keep a secret from you.
I doodled a little smiley face with his tongue sticking out and then quickly erased it only to find that I couldn't fully get it off the page. There was a big smudge there that made it evident that I'd written and then erased something. I let out a frustrated sigh and drew it again, but somehow worse.
That's a solid theory on Tovin there. Same for Atlas. That could end up coming back to bite Vega in the ass. I promise I'll be safe, but do me a favor and help Tovin with whatever it is he needs. He's working on that spell to untether blocked memories from the mind, and the Tovin with me is getting worse by the day it seems. I don't want to see him get caught and sent back to the camp. He won't cooperate with them and they'll definitely kill him.
Thanks for everything, hun. I miss you more than you could ever know. Promise me you'll stay safe too. I know Vega is trying to find a way to get to you. If he got to Tovin... look just take every precaution you can. I love you. Goodnight.
I closed the book and set it down on my bedside table. I pulled the chain on the light, snuffing it out, then turned over and sank my head into the pillow. It wasn't that late yet– I could hear the hum of Diesel vehicles and even the chatter of the populace outside. I pulled the blankets over myself and closed my eyes. I let the warmth of the bed cradle me as I counted my many blessings, and thanked Hahnahkordia that I had somewhere warm and dry to lay my head.
The room was dimly lit when I opened my eyes again. It was just bright enough that I could read the clock on the wall. It was about 7am. It felt like I had blinked. I thought about getting up, but the blankets were so warm, and the room was cold– I had left the window open all night by accident. What reason did I have to get out of bed anyways? I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep again and repeated this several times until the clock read noon and I started to get hungry.
I rolled out of bed and quickly closed the window. I hurried into the hot embrace of my morning shower and got dressed before knocking on Tovin's door. "Hey, you up? I was thinking of breakfast."
There was no answer. I carefully opened his door to find his bed empty and neatly made. I entered the room fully to find that his backpack was also missing. I figured he had to have gotten hungry first and left without me. That theory fell on its face when I ventured back to my room and found a note placed on the side table.
You can sleep all day if you want. I'm going down to the gun range at the hunters' office. I won't be shown up by you again.
I set the note down and began to worry. I didn't like the idea of him going out by himself. What if he were to suddenly backslide mentally while out in Diesel territory alone? I could see a scenario where he'd forget his alias or that he has an incriminating mark on the back of his neck. I got dressed in a hurry and grabbed my backpack before heading out the door. I hurried down the steps and out into the cold wet streets of Bronzegirder.
I made my way north of the crowded city streets and found Alloy street. The bitter winds blew against me as I made my way up the empty road toward the hunters' office. I was starting to regret not buying a warm hat for myself when I bought one for Tovin. I skipped every second step on my way up to the front door and made my way past the reception desk and into the firing range. I heaved a sigh of relief when I found Tovin shooting at targets downrange.
I walked up next to him as he turned his rifle over and grabbed a handful of ammunition from the box sitting on the counter. "Busy morning, Geoffrey?"
"Did you just wake up?" he asked as he began feeding bullets into the tube.
"I figured I didn't have anywhere to be," I shrugged. "I assumed you didn't either. I thought the plan was to get our bonus and ditch this place."
"Yeah, well, I kind of like shooting," he admitted. "Also, we're out of money."
I felt my knees turn to jelly underneath me. "What?" I yelled. "How?"
"Turns out these guns are expensive," he said as he pulled the hammer back and lifted the rifle to his shoulder. "You left ours out in the woods. They charged us for them."
I stammered for entirely too long before wiping both hands over my face and collecting myself. "... How much we got left?"
"We owe," he answered, firing his gun. "They charged us for the uniforms, and then a fee to clean the gunk off of them. Also, I bought us a pair of rain ponchos, they're cheaper here." He motioned to a couple of folded-up ponchos hanging over the wooden divider.
I stammered for a little longer. This was becoming more expensive than it was worth. We would have to hunt another monster today. I was hoping to never have to hoof it out there again, and it was even colder today than it was yesterday.
"Calm down," he said, not taking his eyes off the target. "Get your poncho on. I've got a plan."
"A plan?" I asked.
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"The circus?" I said with a hint of anger in my voice as we stood in front of the many tents and attractions. They had set up east of town on the perimeter of the city. Families wandered the fairgrounds. Vendors had set up games and stands with delicious food we couldn't pay for, and I had just remembered I hadn't eaten breakfast.
"I came this way first when I smelled the food," Tovin said, taking a few steps in front of me and turning around. "Then I explored a little bit. And wouldn't you know it– I found an attraction that was offering a cash prize. It just wasn't open yet."
I sighed and hung my head. "You just wanted to come to the carnival," I grumbled.
"100 octims," he said flatly.
I looked up at him and he smiled faintly. "Thought that would get your attention." He reached into his pocket and produced a single red ticket. "This will get us one round."
"One round?" I asked, taking the ticket and inspecting it. It read, "Single Admission ~ 1 Minute."
"There's a stage toward the back with a guy in a cape that you can challenge in hand-to-hand combat," he said, beckoning me to follow as he turned and started into the fair. I hurried after him as he explained. "Here's the kicker though. You don't have to beat him. All you've got to do is hit him."
"Just hit him?" I asked.
"That's what they said. He's supposed to be some kind of master. You strike him just once and we're set for the next several days, and that's after settling our debt."
This plan was a little better than I had given him credit for. Here I had thought he'd gone bananas again, but this could really work.
"You think I can do it?" I asked. "It can't be easy if they're throwing around a hundred octims."
"Here's what I'm thinking," he said, lowering his voice and slowing down to walk next to me. "You use a little bit of that magic– the kind you isolate in your feet to move quickly."
"Are you nuts?" I cast him an incredulous glance. "Did you forget we'd be on stage in Diesel territory?"
"Just use it once quickly to make your swing a little faster," he reasoned. "It's been drizzling all morning. The stage is wet already. If you're quick about it, it won't stand out."
"I don't know," I shook my head. "It's not the worst plan, but it's so risky."
"Riskier than hunting monsters?" he asked.
That was a fair point. Still, the idea of casting in front of everyone made me uneasy. It wasn't like Jetstream was a super common spell, though. Furthermore, the odds were slim that anyone in the crowd had ever even witnessed magic before. The more I thought about it, the more I started to think we could actually pull this off.
"This is the place," said Tovin as we approached a crowd. There was a wooden sign in front that read, The Slippery Salamander! One hit gets you 100 octims! The two of us pushed through the crowd until we came to the stage where a mustached man was swinging like crazy at the aptly named Salamander. He bobbed and weaved effortlessly around every attempted strike until a man in a red and white striped outfit hurried out onto the stage and blew a whistle.
"Time's up!" he called out.
The crowd cheered and applauded as the Salamander turned and took a bow. The world fell out from underneath me. I couldn't believe my eyes.
Writing Prompt Submitted by u/My-Last-Hope
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The girl you've been fawning over for weeks tickles your tonsils with her tongue, but then you're cut in half and enslaved by your nation's mortal enemy.
Yeah, my life was different, there was no doubt about that at all. But the lowest lows made even the slightest highs feel so much higher. Something as simple as eating a hot meal was the height of life when you had been living on crackers, stale bread, and nearly century-old dried meat.
We failed to notice that everyone in the restaurant was staring at us as we wolfed down plate after plate. The juices; the flavors; the tenderness of the meat; the softness of the hot bread smothered in butter. I couldn't stop smiling as I ate.
"You gotta try this," Tovin said breathlessly between bites as he passed me a bowl containing what looked like some kind of wet, shredded, colorful salad. I swallowed the big bite of steak I had been chewing and quickly put a spoonful of the mystery dish in my mouth. It was heaven on earth.
"Holy smokes, what is this?" I asked.
"I think it's the coleslaw, give it back," he said, pulling the bowl right out of my hand. I turned and looked at the dumbfounded waiter standing next to our table, and smiled. "More coleslaw, please! And ribs, I'm outta ribs! And a refill on... what was this called?"
He stared wide-eyed at my plate and then shook his head as though clearing his mind. "Uhh, I believe you were having the peach lemonade, sir."
"That!" I pointed my fork at him before turning back to the assortment of delicacies splayed out before me. I wasn't sure if it was because I hadn't had a proper meal in weeks, or if it was just that the empire knew how to eat, but it was the best food I had ever tasted in my life.
"So good," Tovin said in such a way that I had to check and make sure he wasn't crying.
After eating all that we wanted and all that we could, the two of us just sat slouched in our chairs with bulging stomachs. I lifted my hand shakily toward the last rib on my plate, but let it fall to my side as I closed my eyes and accepted defeat. The will was there but the room in my stomach wasn't.
"My goodness, sirs," said the waiter. "You hunters sure can eat."
I looked up at him with a satisfied grin, "Hard work always makes a meal so much better. Know what I'm saying?"
"Can't argue with that," said the waiter as he folded his hands. "But... if I may, could I politely ask you to pay your bill? I mean no offense, but you and your friend have a..." he cleared his throat. "Musk about you."
I looked at Tovin and then at myself, and then at all the empty tables around us. We were still covered in the calraven's dried wing gunk. I had to have gone completely nose-blind to it. Now the faces everyone had been making at us made a lot more sense. I looked down to see that it had been flaking off of us and onto the restaurant floor.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry," I apologized.
"No!" said the man, holding his hands out. "It was an honor to serve the hunters keeping our cities safe, don't take me the wrong way. It would be our pleasure to serve you again, but it's about to be 5'o clock and our dinner rush will be starting soon."
I suddenly remembered something I had completely forgotten. I looked up at the man, "Excuse me, do you have a pencil?"
"Certainly," he answered, pulling one from his apron and setting it down on the checkered tablecloth. "Your bill will be 22 octims."
"That's so much," Tovin groaned, not bothering to lift his head or open his eyes. He wasn't wrong, but we had ordered almost everything on the menu. I wasn't completely certain I could walk correctly when it was time to leave. I pulled out the envelope and handed him 25 octims.
"Keep the change," I said, Tovin groaning quietly in tacit disapproval.
"Th-thank you!" said the waiter with a wide grin.
"In return, I'm keeping the pencil," I added, smiling back.
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It didn't take long for us to find an inn. Bronzegirder was full of them, as it was apparently a booming industrial hub rife with people traveling on business. We decided to book one room with two separate bedrooms to save a bit of money. It came out to 9 octims a night, which when you factored in food, meant we only had a little over a week's worth of cash if we spent conservatively. I didn't know how long it was going to take me to find Atlas and Axle, but I couldn't see it happening that soon. We would likely have to hunt again; that or find a steady job that paid the bills.
It was a humble inn compared to some of the others we had seen. I really wanted to stay in one of the nicer ones, but Tovin wasn't having it. He said the less we had to go out and make money, the better, and I couldn't come up with a good enough argument to push back. While Tovin took a shower, I took an eraser to everything Fena had written to me in the notebook. I left a little bit of her message so as to avoid suspicion, and decided I'd write back later tonight before bed.
After his shower, he realized that he only had dirty clothes to change into and we were reminded that we needed to go shopping. I rinsed off and the two of us made our way back down to the lobby and out into town. It had gotten considerably darker since we had checked in, and the chill winds blew against my cold hair, sending shivers down my spine. We pulled our hoods up and hit the market.
The first shop we landed at was a big success. We bought a warm hat for Tovin's head, which was only just now growing back a thin layer of hair. We found some sheepskin flight jackets with wool collars that rode high against the back of our necks. Tovin begrudgingly accepted them as the best option both for warmth and for hiding our slave tattoos, but for me, I also thought they looked really, really cool.
We bought some leather gloves that matched the jackets, along with new undergarments and sleep attire. We bagged some Diesillian snacks and drinks, as well as a refill of cigarettes for Tovin before heading back to the room. We were both exhausted, and I was more excited about a bed than I ever had been. Back in the room, we sat on the floor and tried the different candies and snacks as we discussed our next plan of action.
"Let's stay here for a little while," Tovin advised, sitting under the open window with his cigarette in hand. "This place is huge. The odds of them finding us here quickly are slim."
"I agree," I said as I popped one of the candies in my mouth. "I'm not going to say I like it here, but it sure beats being on the run."
"We're still on the run," he warned. "Don't misunderstand that. We should also probably pick new aliases. DuPonte has the wrong ones, but Gilliam is pretty similar to William."
"Yeah, but we're not on the run, run. Y'know, being chased through the night, sleeping in abandoned shacks, and stowing away in train cars. I know they're still looking for us, but how are they ever gonna catch us now?"
He folded his arms and dropped his eyes. Smoke billowed from his mouth as he sat in quiet contemplation. "It would be a mistake to underestimate our enemy," he said finally. "We need to start going by new names. I'm Wallace, and you're Geoffrey, got that?"
"I don't want to be Geoffrey, you be Geoffrey," I said playfully as I passed him a bag of candies. "Here, try these. They're called jelly beans, they're pretty good."
He dug his hand into the bag, fished one out, and popped it into his mouth. "Fine," he said. "You can be Wallace then, and I'll be Geoffrey. You need to help me remember that, you understand?"
"Yeah, I got it," I assured him.
"Gill."
"I said I heard you, Jeez," I said dismissively as I picked up the dark beverage I had been eyeing. It was labeled Root Beer and it generated a golden fizz at the top when disturbed. I couldn't wait to taste it. Tovin reached over and gently lowered my hand. I looked up to find him staring at me intensely.
"Gill," he repeated. "Stop. Just stop it, alright? I know what you're doing. I might be slipping, but I'm not dumb, deaf, and blind just yet. While I appreciate the act, or at least where it's coming from, I know you're just as scared as I am. I'm not a child; and while I may not be able to preserve what remains of my dignity for very much longer, I would ask for your respect until that time comes."
I had somehow underestimated the smartest man I had ever known– again. I didn't know the extent of his condition. Based on our interactions, I figured that he had no memory of the times when he regressed. I assumed that he didn't fully understand how bad his lapses had gotten, but it seemed he did. Worse yet, I knew how he felt about sympathy. The way I was acting had to have felt like the biggest insult to him, and even so, he wasn't reacting with anger.
He just wanted to be heard.
"Earlier today in the woods," he said, lifting his arm and tapping his cigarette against the window sill. "I can't remember the details. I don't know how you did that monster in, how I ended up unconscious, or anything about how we got back to the city. But I do remember how I felt."
He traced the floorboards with his eyes and placed his arms on his knees as he looked for the words. "... I felt useless; helpless like a terrified child. At one point, I felt like I didn't deserve to be alive." He looked up at me. "It was like I was swimming in a dream; like I was watching my own actions from over my shoulder. I came back to consciousness for a brief moment and contemplated shoving that rifle in my mouth."
"Tovin–"
"Shut up," he waved at me dismissively, drawing tendrils of smoke in the air with the end of his cigarette. "I don't need your pep talk," he huffed. "I'm past it." He rested his head against the wall behind him. "I just want you to know that this whole thing is getting harder for me. It's like there are two people fighting for control of the wheel, and when I'm not steering, I'm in a sleeplike state. My thoughts play out in front of me like I'm having some kind of fever dream. They smear and melt like watercolor giving me brief glimpses of reality through a window I can't reach or jump through."
I stared at him with concern. We shared a brief moment of eye contact before he closed his eyes and exhaled smoke. "It's not looking good for me, Gill. I just wanted you to know before I went to bed," he said, getting to his feet. "That if I go to sleep tonight for the last time..."
"Hang on," I interrupted. "There's something you should know. I reached out to that friend of mine back home. He's already working on a way to fix you."
His face brightened. "Y-yeah?" he smiled. "Gill, why didn't you say anything?"
I picked up the bottle and used the opener we had purchased with it to pry the lid off. "There was never a good time," I shrugged. "It's been a long, long day."
"Well, what else did he say?" he asked, taking a step forward.
"... Just, y'know," I trailed off. "Hang in there."
He sucked his lips in and looked down at the floor. He knew I was holding back. I was more worried about putting him through information overload than anything else. There was a lot he didn't know; too much, in fact.
"Tovin, just trust me. You'll know everything soon," I assured him. "All of it. As soon as you get your memories back."
"You really think your friend is that incredible?" he asked without looking up.
I smiled knowingly. "I do."
I took a swig of the beverage and spat it back out all of my legs. It almost splashed his legs and he quickly scrambled away. He looked at me with apparent disgust.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he yelled.
"It's like medicine," I grimaced. "I don't think this is even a drink!"
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That night, as Tovin slept, I wrote down the events of the day. As I jotted it all down, I began having new revelations. Tovin seemed to be at his best after resting. In the morning when we got off the train, he seemed alright. However, as the day drew on, he became less and less like himself. I should have known something was up the moment he wandered off without me. Then he was acting like a literal child up to our confrontation with the calraven. He had even mistakenly called me dad, perhaps reliving a buried memory of a hunt with his father.
But when his rifle exploded and he lost consciousness, he was back to himself when he woke up. He seemed to hold strong through dinner up until he went to bed. I wondered what it was about sleeping that restored at least a portion of his working mind.
Then there was the stranger, referred to only once as "Deac." There was no mistaking the magic that glowed in his body, but what was that other energy? I couldn't see it, but for the fact that it danced with and often overtook his magic essence. There were two energies tangled up together inside of him, and they seemed to be at odds with one another. And then there was the Diesel Devil sitting at the back of the cave.
The two of them definitely knew one another on a familiar level. They had been sent together to investigate Eluviel, but why, and from where? She definitely didn't seem happy to see them, but could that have been because she felt I was threatened by them? A splinter-sprite, he called her. A piece of her consciousness that she had shed just before she was subdued.
I wondered why she'd chosen me. Was it because I could see her while others couldn't? Or maybe I was just secretly really, really awesome, like a main character in a novel. I sat under the electric light and smiled at the idea of being someone worthy of tales. Someone like Tovin or Atlas with a bright destiny. But was revenge really such a noble pursuit? The yearning to return home and lift some heads off of shoulders didn't seem like any sort of heroic journey. After I penned the events of the day as best as I could, I got to work answering everyone individually.
Tovin. Be nice to Gill. He's doing his best with what he's got. Instead of being pissed at him, be pissed at the headmasters in question for what they've done to him. I hope everything I wrote above helps in some way, but I'm still running around out here with a lot of questions. Any luck with the spell for your counterpart? As you;ve read, he's getting worse. I need that miracle cure sooner than later. Thanks for your help.
I could already hear him in my head. "I'm working as fast I can you ingrate," or something like that. I laughed under my breath as I thought about what a dick he was. It was pressure, pride, and maintaining appearances that warped his personality so much. Out here in the Diesel as a nobody with nothing to prove, he was so much more agreeable. His inner-Tovin showed through now and again, but I wondered what would happen if he suddenly got all his memories back. Would he be a more chilled-out version of his ENU counterpart, or would he be even more high-strung?
Gill. I hope you read the annotation I scribbled in the margins about not reading the whole journal entry. I forgot you had asked me not to talk about the Galgalim before I had already written it all down. If you skipped right to this response as I hoped, then don't go back and read any of that. There were major revelations about what she is and why she's here.
I knew he wouldn't be able to resist after reading that. I needed his curiosity to overpower his fear. It was possible, I figured, that I could undo some of the damage Vega had done. I just needed to remind Gill of who he was.
I know it's weird putting your trust in me, but if there's anyone you can trust, it's yourself. I'm 99% sure Tovin would back me up on that, haha. And yeah, I remember Fena boasting about the importance of keeping a diary. We love that girl, but we hate to write, am I write?
I hoped he would find my pun funny. He was me, so he would at least smile at it, I was sure.
Even now my hand is aching something fierce, I want to go to bed more than anything. You know how long its been since I've slept in a bed? This mattress feels like heaven under me right now, you got no idea. And is Tovin still threatening to kill you? I thought we had gotten a little closer than that. I can't believe Axle was expelled. You're right, that means you're probably next. Keep your head down, man. Thanks for cooperating with me. If you had changed the summoning signature for the tome, I would have died today... and yesterday too, actually. I'm getting actual combat experience out here. It's wild knowing you can die at any moment. My hand is kinda cramping and I still have to write Fena back so I'll end it here. Thanks again for hearing me out and staying open-minded about this whole thing.
I set the pencil down and massaged the muscle between my thumb and forefinger. I had a lot to tell. But I wasn't about to roll over and drift off without writing to Fena. I picked the pencil up and readjusted myself before putting my words down.
I'm sorry I asked Gill not to tell you, but something deep down inside of me told me he would do it anyway. I just wanted to touch base with him first before I reached out to the rest of you. And technically, I was the one who showed you the message in the tome, so I didn't actually ever keep a secret from you.
I doodled a little smiley face with his tongue sticking out and then quickly erased it only to find that I couldn't fully get it off the page. There was a big smudge there that made it evident that I'd written and then erased something. I let out a frustrated sigh and drew it again, but somehow worse.
That's a solid theory on Tovin there. Same for Atlas. That could end up coming back to bite Vega in the ass. I promise I'll be safe, but do me a favor and help Tovin with whatever it is he needs. He's working on that spell to untether blocked memories from the mind, and the Tovin with me is getting worse by the day it seems. I don't want to see him get caught and sent back to the camp. He won't cooperate with them and they'll definitely kill him.
Thanks for everything, hun. I miss you more than you could ever know. Promise me you'll stay safe too. I know Vega is trying to find a way to get to you. If he got to Tovin... look just take every precaution you can. I love you. Goodnight.
I closed the book and set it down on my bedside table. I pulled the chain on the light, snuffing it out, then turned over and sank my head into the pillow. It wasn't that late yet– I could hear the hum of Diesel vehicles and even the chatter of the populace outside. I pulled the blankets over myself and closed my eyes. I let the warmth of the bed cradle me as I counted my many blessings, and thanked Hahnahkordia that I had somewhere warm and dry to lay my head.
The room was dimly lit when I opened my eyes again. It was just bright enough that I could read the clock on the wall. It was about 7am. It felt like I had blinked. I thought about getting up, but the blankets were so warm, and the room was cold– I had left the window open all night by accident. What reason did I have to get out of bed anyways? I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep again and repeated this several times until the clock read noon and I started to get hungry.
I rolled out of bed and quickly closed the window. I hurried into the hot embrace of my morning shower and got dressed before knocking on Tovin's door. "Hey, you up? I was thinking of breakfast."
There was no answer. I carefully opened his door to find his bed empty and neatly made. I entered the room fully to find that his backpack was also missing. I figured he had to have gotten hungry first and left without me. That theory fell on its face when I ventured back to my room and found a note placed on the side table.
You can sleep all day if you want. I'm going down to the gun range at the hunters' office. I won't be shown up by you again.
I set the note down and began to worry. I didn't like the idea of him going out by himself. What if he were to suddenly backslide mentally while out in Diesel territory alone? I could see a scenario where he'd forget his alias or that he has an incriminating mark on the back of his neck. I got dressed in a hurry and grabbed my backpack before heading out the door. I hurried down the steps and out into the cold wet streets of Bronzegirder.
I made my way north of the crowded city streets and found Alloy street. The bitter winds blew against me as I made my way up the empty road toward the hunters' office. I was starting to regret not buying a warm hat for myself when I bought one for Tovin. I skipped every second step on my way up to the front door and made my way past the reception desk and into the firing range. I heaved a sigh of relief when I found Tovin shooting at targets downrange.
I walked up next to him as he turned his rifle over and grabbed a handful of ammunition from the box sitting on the counter. "Busy morning, Geoffrey?"
"Did you just wake up?" he asked as he began feeding bullets into the tube.
"I figured I didn't have anywhere to be," I shrugged. "I assumed you didn't either. I thought the plan was to get our bonus and ditch this place."
"Yeah, well, I kind of like shooting," he admitted. "Also, we're out of money."
I felt my knees turn to jelly underneath me. "What?" I yelled. "How?"
"Turns out these guns are expensive," he said as he pulled the hammer back and lifted the rifle to his shoulder. "You left ours out in the woods. They charged us for them."
I stammered for entirely too long before wiping both hands over my face and collecting myself. "... How much we got left?"
"We owe," he answered, firing his gun. "They charged us for the uniforms, and then a fee to clean the gunk off of them. Also, I bought us a pair of rain ponchos, they're cheaper here." He motioned to a couple of folded-up ponchos hanging over the wooden divider.
I stammered for a little longer. This was becoming more expensive than it was worth. We would have to hunt another monster today. I was hoping to never have to hoof it out there again, and it was even colder today than it was yesterday.
"Calm down," he said, not taking his eyes off the target. "Get your poncho on. I've got a plan."
"A plan?" I asked.
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"The circus?" I said with a hint of anger in my voice as we stood in front of the many tents and attractions. They had set up east of town on the perimeter of the city. Families wandered the fairgrounds. Vendors had set up games and stands with delicious food we couldn't pay for, and I had just remembered I hadn't eaten breakfast.
"I came this way first when I smelled the food," Tovin said, taking a few steps in front of me and turning around. "Then I explored a little bit. And wouldn't you know it– I found an attraction that was offering a cash prize. It just wasn't open yet."
I sighed and hung my head. "You just wanted to come to the carnival," I grumbled.
"100 octims," he said flatly.
I looked up at him and he smiled faintly. "Thought that would get your attention." He reached into his pocket and produced a single red ticket. "This will get us one round."
"One round?" I asked, taking the ticket and inspecting it. It read, "Single Admission ~ 1 Minute."
"There's a stage toward the back with a guy in a cape that you can challenge in hand-to-hand combat," he said, beckoning me to follow as he turned and started into the fair. I hurried after him as he explained. "Here's the kicker though. You don't have to beat him. All you've got to do is hit him."
"Just hit him?" I asked.
"That's what they said. He's supposed to be some kind of master. You strike him just once and we're set for the next several days, and that's after settling our debt."
This plan was a little better than I had given him credit for. Here I had thought he'd gone bananas again, but this could really work.
"You think I can do it?" I asked. "It can't be easy if they're throwing around a hundred octims."
"Here's what I'm thinking," he said, lowering his voice and slowing down to walk next to me. "You use a little bit of that magic– the kind you isolate in your feet to move quickly."
"Are you nuts?" I cast him an incredulous glance. "Did you forget we'd be on stage in Diesel territory?"
"Just use it once quickly to make your swing a little faster," he reasoned. "It's been drizzling all morning. The stage is wet already. If you're quick about it, it won't stand out."
"I don't know," I shook my head. "It's not the worst plan, but it's so risky."
"Riskier than hunting monsters?" he asked.
That was a fair point. Still, the idea of casting in front of everyone made me uneasy. It wasn't like Jetstream was a super common spell, though. Furthermore, the odds were slim that anyone in the crowd had ever even witnessed magic before. The more I thought about it, the more I started to think we could actually pull this off.
"This is the place," said Tovin as we approached a crowd. There was a wooden sign in front that read, The Slippery Salamander! One hit gets you 100 octims! The two of us pushed through the crowd until we came to the stage where a mustached man was swinging like crazy at the aptly named Salamander. He bobbed and weaved effortlessly around every attempted strike until a man in a red and white striped outfit hurried out onto the stage and blew a whistle.
"Time's up!" he called out.
The crowd cheered and applauded as the Salamander turned and took a bow. The world fell out from underneath me. I couldn't believe my eyes.
Writing Prompt Submitted by u/My-Last-Hope
2023.03.30 20:15 That_Reception_7787 I like a boy who is in a relationship and I’m not able to get over him
As the title suggests, I am very very attracted to this boy in my class but he already has a girlfriend and they have been dating for quite sometime. I don’t want to be in a relationship with him, but I love talking to him and I’m physically attracted to him. I feel jealous when he talks to other girls or gives more attention to other girls. In fact I find myself getting angry when he does that. I really want to get over this but I find myself getting more and more obsessed about him with each passing day. I feel possessive about him and that’s so so weird. I just want to get over this but it’s been nearly 10 months and it’s just increasing. I keep waiting for his text messages, I always want to spend time with him and talk for hours. Even though at times he is mean to me at times, I find myself seeking for his time and attention.
Please please give me advice on what to do! Any and all suggestions are welcome, I’m in desperate need to get over this.
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Please please give me advice on what to do! Any and all suggestions are welcome, I’m in desperate need to get over this.
2023.03.30 20:14 Many-Scale2597 Christian Dating App Incident - What could I have done better?
Hey everyone. I'm new to this subreddit and am not really sure where else to seek help/advice on what happened to me last night.
I want to add a little background about myself before describing what happened. I'm a 24 year old male and a fairly recent proselyte (about 1 year ago) to the Christian faith. I've never had many friendships and was never in a relationship before. But for the last several months I've been feeling a greater urge to talk to people near me and connect with them. So I started using dating apps (this was more for relationships, only partly for friendships). One of these was a Christian dating app called Upward. I honestly haven't had much success. So whenever I got a match (and this hardly happens) I was very happy. Just last weekend I found I got a match on this Christian dating app. She was a female about 18 years old who lived several hundred miles away. Her first message said she liked me because I seemed like a "nice guy" and that we should exchange numbers. So we exchanged phone numbers.
For the last few days we were texting, and spent maybe a few hours getting to know each other more. One of the first messages she sent was her describing her life. In this message, she said she liked watching pornography because it was "relaxing" to her. I tried being kind and understanding - besides, since I was never in a relationship and didn't have many matches, I felt as if I couldn't be too "picky" by rejecting her or ending the conversation there. I asked if she felt guilty about it and she said God understands all of us.
The next day, we texted more. I asked her about her Bible reading habits. I asked her if she wanted to share verses with each other. She didn't reply. But maybe a few hours later (at night), she asked me if I was still here. I asked what she wanted to say. She said that she thought I was "too pure" for her - while I was thinking about the Bible, she said, she was resting at night and watching pornography. I felt bad. I told her I'm a sinner too and that none of us is perfect. I told her I try to live a good and respectable life. I said I was very grateful to talk to her because I didn't have many people to talk to. After that she said, "if I share a picture of myself relaxing will you share one of yourself? And don't share it with anyone". I said that maybe she should reflect about it a few minutes and I said I didn't want to send a lewd picture of myself.
After a few moments, she sent me a picture - of herself "relaxing". It wasn't pornographic at all. I told her I'm glad she changed her mind and didn't send anything pornographic. She said, "I don't know what you're talking about". And I said I'm glad you didn't send anything pornographic. She said "Lol I didn't know I was supposed to".
Then she asked if I could send a photo of myself "relaxing". Honestly at this point I was sad and frustrated. I told her if this was a joke it wasn't funny and that it made me feel bad. She then replied "Joking about what?! What are you talking about?!". And I said I just didn't know what to feel. Then she said "Please just stop messaging me you're weird". So I ended the conversation there. I deleted our messages. But I am still confused and a little sad and disappointed. After what happened, I just don't know what to do or how I should have reacted.
I'm just curious right now if I did something wrong. And I want to ask more experienced Christians if I did something wrong or if I could have handled the situation differently. Honestly I tried my best as a follower of Christ. But all I got in the end was disrespect and rejection. Is there anything I could have done better?
As of today, I still don't have any friends or connections with people who are Christians. Nothing. I feel nothing has improved. I had high hopes that what happened last week would be a genuine and sincere person. But in the end, it ended in nothing but sadness and disappointment.
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I want to add a little background about myself before describing what happened. I'm a 24 year old male and a fairly recent proselyte (about 1 year ago) to the Christian faith. I've never had many friendships and was never in a relationship before. But for the last several months I've been feeling a greater urge to talk to people near me and connect with them. So I started using dating apps (this was more for relationships, only partly for friendships). One of these was a Christian dating app called Upward. I honestly haven't had much success. So whenever I got a match (and this hardly happens) I was very happy. Just last weekend I found I got a match on this Christian dating app. She was a female about 18 years old who lived several hundred miles away. Her first message said she liked me because I seemed like a "nice guy" and that we should exchange numbers. So we exchanged phone numbers.
For the last few days we were texting, and spent maybe a few hours getting to know each other more. One of the first messages she sent was her describing her life. In this message, she said she liked watching pornography because it was "relaxing" to her. I tried being kind and understanding - besides, since I was never in a relationship and didn't have many matches, I felt as if I couldn't be too "picky" by rejecting her or ending the conversation there. I asked if she felt guilty about it and she said God understands all of us.
The next day, we texted more. I asked her about her Bible reading habits. I asked her if she wanted to share verses with each other. She didn't reply. But maybe a few hours later (at night), she asked me if I was still here. I asked what she wanted to say. She said that she thought I was "too pure" for her - while I was thinking about the Bible, she said, she was resting at night and watching pornography. I felt bad. I told her I'm a sinner too and that none of us is perfect. I told her I try to live a good and respectable life. I said I was very grateful to talk to her because I didn't have many people to talk to. After that she said, "if I share a picture of myself relaxing will you share one of yourself? And don't share it with anyone". I said that maybe she should reflect about it a few minutes and I said I didn't want to send a lewd picture of myself.
After a few moments, she sent me a picture - of herself "relaxing". It wasn't pornographic at all. I told her I'm glad she changed her mind and didn't send anything pornographic. She said, "I don't know what you're talking about". And I said I'm glad you didn't send anything pornographic. She said "Lol I didn't know I was supposed to".
Then she asked if I could send a photo of myself "relaxing". Honestly at this point I was sad and frustrated. I told her if this was a joke it wasn't funny and that it made me feel bad. She then replied "Joking about what?! What are you talking about?!". And I said I just didn't know what to feel. Then she said "Please just stop messaging me you're weird". So I ended the conversation there. I deleted our messages. But I am still confused and a little sad and disappointed. After what happened, I just don't know what to do or how I should have reacted.
I'm just curious right now if I did something wrong. And I want to ask more experienced Christians if I did something wrong or if I could have handled the situation differently. Honestly I tried my best as a follower of Christ. But all I got in the end was disrespect and rejection. Is there anything I could have done better?
As of today, I still don't have any friends or connections with people who are Christians. Nothing. I feel nothing has improved. I had high hopes that what happened last week would be a genuine and sincere person. But in the end, it ended in nothing but sadness and disappointment.
2023.03.30 20:14 TheForceForGood Things I Cannot Say - I'm Saying Them (Part 8) TL;DR
Considering my background, allot of people have asked me how I continue to go on.
It is not lost on me that many people who have been through any amount in parallel of what I have been through have sought to hurt themselves or others. I do not condone any act that leads to the harm of one's self or others. I am also aware of just how hypocritical that statement is, coming from me. I am a work in progress. I claim no purity or perfection. I have made some terrible decisions. It's highly likely I will make terrible decisions in the future. I am just trying to survive.
The truth is: trauma informed people often have a greater susceptibility to (through no fault of our own) develop distorted versions of reality. I certainly don't mean to undermine anyone who has been through trauma. We matter, and our experiences deserve care. I recognize my own limitations with which I view the circumstances I have been in, and it has the effect of operating like a filter through which I perceive reality.
The first and most critical step I personally had to take, if I was ever to carve out a modicum of normality, was to seek out a level-headed person that had a tremendous amount of patience. It is crucial to my survival that I seek out patient, non-judgmental, emotionally stable people to support me daily. No fuck it, minutely. We need support. And without it, we are very likely to devolve into nihilism and a madness that has the potential to lead to any number of awful outcomes.
The second thing I do is to avoid people and places that will trigger my negative emotions. Let me be clear, I have the right to experience negative emotions. I have the right to engage in any legal act I'd like but I have to be honest with myself. I have to be realistic about what I'm about to do, where I'm about to go. Do conditions need to be perfect in order for me to remain calm? Under normal conditions will things have the potential to spiral out of control? I can go to a bar, or a protest, a church, or a movie, a drugstore or even an 8-5 office job, and in every circumstance, I have got to be honest about my own level of emotional and psychological strength at that moment.
Often times I find it is better to not go, or call in sick, or ghost (sadly), then it is to engage. I can get worked up pretty easily. It is especially dangerous for others around me because I am a big guy and I have Infantry training and war experience. I am dangerous, plain and simple. I am a threat to others, at all times. Not because I expect or desire to be, but because it is a fact. So I practice mindfulness. It is the only way to avoid a complete calamity. When I do go out, I try to bring a friend or someone stable that I trust, and yes, I let them handle things in most cases.
I know many folks do not have people around them. Many folks like me, are alone. I urge well-adjusted people to be gentle and careful with others. You simply do not know what you're dealing with and it's easy to size a person up and come to a conclusion that will be not reality once you provoke it. Be mindful. I as much urge trauma informed people to be mindful when out and about. We know we have hurt and pain, and that we can be frustrated, and become violent (in some cases) when we become angry. You need to have a plan. Just like a sober person going to the bar. You may feel good now but you need a plan for when you are intoxicated with frustration. Otherwise you risk traumatizing someone else, and our number one goal should be breaking the cycle of trauma.
I for one am working to end the cycle or trauma, and it is my mission to help others end it in their lives as well.
These are my stories based on my life and in the spirit of the Tarot and the Major Arcana.
Until my next Bland Confession,
-The Chariot
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It is not lost on me that many people who have been through any amount in parallel of what I have been through have sought to hurt themselves or others. I do not condone any act that leads to the harm of one's self or others. I am also aware of just how hypocritical that statement is, coming from me. I am a work in progress. I claim no purity or perfection. I have made some terrible decisions. It's highly likely I will make terrible decisions in the future. I am just trying to survive.
The truth is: trauma informed people often have a greater susceptibility to (through no fault of our own) develop distorted versions of reality. I certainly don't mean to undermine anyone who has been through trauma. We matter, and our experiences deserve care. I recognize my own limitations with which I view the circumstances I have been in, and it has the effect of operating like a filter through which I perceive reality.
The first and most critical step I personally had to take, if I was ever to carve out a modicum of normality, was to seek out a level-headed person that had a tremendous amount of patience. It is crucial to my survival that I seek out patient, non-judgmental, emotionally stable people to support me daily. No fuck it, minutely. We need support. And without it, we are very likely to devolve into nihilism and a madness that has the potential to lead to any number of awful outcomes.
The second thing I do is to avoid people and places that will trigger my negative emotions. Let me be clear, I have the right to experience negative emotions. I have the right to engage in any legal act I'd like but I have to be honest with myself. I have to be realistic about what I'm about to do, where I'm about to go. Do conditions need to be perfect in order for me to remain calm? Under normal conditions will things have the potential to spiral out of control? I can go to a bar, or a protest, a church, or a movie, a drugstore or even an 8-5 office job, and in every circumstance, I have got to be honest about my own level of emotional and psychological strength at that moment.
Often times I find it is better to not go, or call in sick, or ghost (sadly), then it is to engage. I can get worked up pretty easily. It is especially dangerous for others around me because I am a big guy and I have Infantry training and war experience. I am dangerous, plain and simple. I am a threat to others, at all times. Not because I expect or desire to be, but because it is a fact. So I practice mindfulness. It is the only way to avoid a complete calamity. When I do go out, I try to bring a friend or someone stable that I trust, and yes, I let them handle things in most cases.
I know many folks do not have people around them. Many folks like me, are alone. I urge well-adjusted people to be gentle and careful with others. You simply do not know what you're dealing with and it's easy to size a person up and come to a conclusion that will be not reality once you provoke it. Be mindful. I as much urge trauma informed people to be mindful when out and about. We know we have hurt and pain, and that we can be frustrated, and become violent (in some cases) when we become angry. You need to have a plan. Just like a sober person going to the bar. You may feel good now but you need a plan for when you are intoxicated with frustration. Otherwise you risk traumatizing someone else, and our number one goal should be breaking the cycle of trauma.
I for one am working to end the cycle or trauma, and it is my mission to help others end it in their lives as well.
These are my stories based on my life and in the spirit of the Tarot and the Major Arcana.
Until my next Bland Confession,
-The Chariot
2023.03.30 20:13 Party-Wash5369 Stuck in adhd paralysis big time today.
So I had an awesome first half of the day. I felt good and productive and then lunch hit. I sit in my car during lunch usually I sketch or journal but today I doom scrolled through the entire 45 minutes. I came back to my desk after lunch at about 1:20pm and it’s now 2pm I’ve done nothing since coming back from lunch. I have a hard time transitioning out of the break mindset. I have 3 tasks to complete that really aren’t big or hard to do at all. But I can’t bring myself to even begin. On top of it this is my last work day of the week so all I can think about is what I’m going to do this weekend I even wrote a list of tasks that need to be done at home instead of doing my work.
I took my second dose of meds earlier and I know they’re working because I feel the motivation I just don’t know how to put it into something productive. Like I’d just rather be home organizing the shelves in my art room or vacuuming the living room.
I feel so helpless right now. This has been happening more and more recently and I feel like I can’t do anything. Sometimes I reward myself with a 15 minute break of sketching or watching tiktok for a couple minutes but that doesn’t sound appealing at all either. I wish I could be near a window or something I feel like the sunlight might motivate me a little bit, but I sit at a cube with terrible lighting, the environment is miserable and does not help. Anyway I’m rambling now…. Any advice on how to kickstart myself into some work tasks would be super appreciated!
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I took my second dose of meds earlier and I know they’re working because I feel the motivation I just don’t know how to put it into something productive. Like I’d just rather be home organizing the shelves in my art room or vacuuming the living room.
I feel so helpless right now. This has been happening more and more recently and I feel like I can’t do anything. Sometimes I reward myself with a 15 minute break of sketching or watching tiktok for a couple minutes but that doesn’t sound appealing at all either. I wish I could be near a window or something I feel like the sunlight might motivate me a little bit, but I sit at a cube with terrible lighting, the environment is miserable and does not help. Anyway I’m rambling now…. Any advice on how to kickstart myself into some work tasks would be super appreciated!
2023.03.30 20:12 daydreams172827 I'm close to homelessness and I'm terrified.
Last year, around June I quit my job and left an extremely physically, mentally, and s*xually abusive relationship to move back to my hometown and assist in end-of-life care for a family member. In August, they passed away. I've been applying ever since.
I need a job. I've needed a job for over 6 months now. I've applied and applied and applied. The only places that want to reach out to me are blatant scams and abusive workplaces that will take advantage of me. (MLMs or Sales position that pay less than legally allowed, in a state where $15.50 is minimum wage.)
Mind you, I haven't been picky with applying. It's been everything from janitorial work to food service to executive positions. If it's near me and open, you best believe I'd apply. But every time I get a letter or email within a week telling me I wasn't selected. I can't afford gas to go out and physically apply. Even when I have done it, I've just been told to apply online, where I'll surely be ignored.
I'm an artist and I'm struggling to make commission work as it's hard for me to find an avenue to advertise. Even on my art account on here, I don't have enough of a post history to post onto any art servers. My attempts are automatically flagged as spam and my posts are then deleted.
I'm an experienced dental assistant, yet no office I've applied to has hired me.
I'm a hard worker. I can do just about any job you ask of me. It's been extremely disheartening and depressing to open my emails to only be greeted with rejection letters.
I don't know what to do. It's been hard finding motivation to get out of bed every day. I know I'm a great worker. I'm dedicated. But with the job market the way it is right now, I don't know how I'm going to survive.
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I need a job. I've needed a job for over 6 months now. I've applied and applied and applied. The only places that want to reach out to me are blatant scams and abusive workplaces that will take advantage of me. (MLMs or Sales position that pay less than legally allowed, in a state where $15.50 is minimum wage.)
Mind you, I haven't been picky with applying. It's been everything from janitorial work to food service to executive positions. If it's near me and open, you best believe I'd apply. But every time I get a letter or email within a week telling me I wasn't selected. I can't afford gas to go out and physically apply. Even when I have done it, I've just been told to apply online, where I'll surely be ignored.
I'm an artist and I'm struggling to make commission work as it's hard for me to find an avenue to advertise. Even on my art account on here, I don't have enough of a post history to post onto any art servers. My attempts are automatically flagged as spam and my posts are then deleted.
I'm an experienced dental assistant, yet no office I've applied to has hired me.
I'm a hard worker. I can do just about any job you ask of me. It's been extremely disheartening and depressing to open my emails to only be greeted with rejection letters.
I don't know what to do. It's been hard finding motivation to get out of bed every day. I know I'm a great worker. I'm dedicated. But with the job market the way it is right now, I don't know how I'm going to survive.
2023.03.30 20:12 allpraisecory Third temporary license (G1)
Hey peeps, so I took my G1 test in August, got a temp license, waited until 2 weeks before expiration and went back to get a new one. Was told that my actual license hasn’t even been issued yet (so not a mail issue) and that it was ‘weird’. Second temp license was nearing expiry so I went back and got another, was told the same thing but this time the lady at Service Ontario made me write a signed note that stated that I’m giving up my photo ID card for my license (I don’t even have a photo ID card) “just in case”. Still haven’t received my G1 in the mail and I’m going to have to go back to get another temp sometime in April. Anyone got any advice?
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2023.03.30 20:12 xGOROx Useful resources and guidelines for Multiplayer and Networking? (PvE)
Hi GameDevelopment, I'm a 5th year CS Student and a hobbyist gamedev, I've worked on variety of genres of different games using Unity, GameMaker and Godot but mostly all of them were singleplayer or local multiplayer.
I've also tried a couple of times to include networking on some games that didn't really require that much precision?? like a rhythm game where I only needed to show live scores and a ranking for all players.
I once tried to work multiplayer over a topdown 2d hero shooter pvp, and it kinda worked well on LAN or with friends that lived near me but when ping was slightly higher than 80ms things started to desync, aiming was impossible and misleading and I never quite knew how to handle it without the game feeling like it had input lag or it was unfair because you were evading their attacks but still receiving damage (because on their end they were actually hitting you).
As so, I am now planning on a bit more serious project that involves coop PvE, and for this I am looking for guidance or resources on anything related like, syncing enemies, handling environment or stage items and so, also suggestions on frameworks for a server too, I often use Python since it's easier to set up for quick demos?? but if it might not be fast enough for the final project I would surely start looking for other alternatives.
tldr: what are essentials to have in count or guides that you would recommend to get into developing PvE netplay games + what is a good framework for a server architecture
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I've also tried a couple of times to include networking on some games that didn't really require that much precision?? like a rhythm game where I only needed to show live scores and a ranking for all players.
I once tried to work multiplayer over a topdown 2d hero shooter pvp, and it kinda worked well on LAN or with friends that lived near me but when ping was slightly higher than 80ms things started to desync, aiming was impossible and misleading and I never quite knew how to handle it without the game feeling like it had input lag or it was unfair because you were evading their attacks but still receiving damage (because on their end they were actually hitting you).
As so, I am now planning on a bit more serious project that involves coop PvE, and for this I am looking for guidance or resources on anything related like, syncing enemies, handling environment or stage items and so, also suggestions on frameworks for a server too, I often use Python since it's easier to set up for quick demos?? but if it might not be fast enough for the final project I would surely start looking for other alternatives.
tldr: what are essentials to have in count or guides that you would recommend to get into developing PvE netplay games + what is a good framework for a server architecture
2023.03.30 20:12 The_Sky_King42069 Is it illegal to shine a laser pointer at an officer in North Dakota?
I was drinking with a friend on New Years and we saw a cop pull somebody near my balcony. I was super drunk and started saying duck the police. My stupid roommate shined a laser at the officer and the cop went away. He entered my apartment complex and came to my apartment with two other cops and demanded I opened the door, I initially refused because no warrant but I decided to open it just to shoo them away. I was immediately arrested and I told them I knew nothing of this laser pointer nonsense. My roommate produced the one that they used and the police took me to jail where I sat for 5 days until I could post bail. My roommate was not charged or arrested. The officer claims that it was likely me based off of my silhouette and that he feared for his life believing I had a firearm and was trying to shoot at him. I have tried getting a public attorney but they said I make too much, which I can barely make ends meet but i was denied. Im at a crossroads on what to do. Any legal advice for me ?
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2023.03.30 20:11 QuestionsAboutPT Hi I'm new here. Any locals wants to meet to get to know each other over some Portuguese food?
I'm pretty introverted (I mean why else would I be here right) and I don't consume alcohol, which makes socializing a bit hard. Anyone else here who is similar?
I'm in Portugal because I'm moving here just like the American boomers you see around who are spending millions on houses and increasing housing costs for everyone, except I'm not rich, old or American. Honestly I'm not sure if I can be happy if I live in Portugal, which is partly why I want to get to know a Portuguese person really well. If I don't like living here, I will move back, but first I'll give it a good try. I'm currently spending time in different cities of Portugal, trying to decide where I should rent long term.
My interests are mostly related to intellectual stuff rather than sports related stuff, e.g evolutionary psychology, business, geopolitics, anthropology and history. I owned my own business until Google and Apple killed it. I really enjoy nature and I can observe it for hours without getting bored. I wouldn't say I'm a cat person but I prefer seeing cats around more than dogs. I'm not a big fan of eating fish, but I'm generally a big fan of eating :). If it matters, I'm single (M) but not really in the dating market. I'd be down to meet you with your friends as well. Currently near Largo da Portagem. If you're interested, send me a DM and lets chat for a bit before meeting in person?
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I'm in Portugal because I'm moving here just like the American boomers you see around who are spending millions on houses and increasing housing costs for everyone, except I'm not rich, old or American. Honestly I'm not sure if I can be happy if I live in Portugal, which is partly why I want to get to know a Portuguese person really well. If I don't like living here, I will move back, but first I'll give it a good try. I'm currently spending time in different cities of Portugal, trying to decide where I should rent long term.
My interests are mostly related to intellectual stuff rather than sports related stuff, e.g evolutionary psychology, business, geopolitics, anthropology and history. I owned my own business until Google and Apple killed it. I really enjoy nature and I can observe it for hours without getting bored. I wouldn't say I'm a cat person but I prefer seeing cats around more than dogs. I'm not a big fan of eating fish, but I'm generally a big fan of eating :). If it matters, I'm single (M) but not really in the dating market. I'd be down to meet you with your friends as well. Currently near Largo da Portagem. If you're interested, send me a DM and lets chat for a bit before meeting in person?
2023.03.30 20:11 adrianmakedonski Why do some of our parents get upset when we transition?
Do they not see how much brighter our lives become? I finally feel alive and valuable. I used to have such low self-worth, I was afraid to even speak because of how little I valued myself and my contributions.
I'm nearly 30, I know what's best for me. Mother doesn't know best anymore. Just let me be me.
Sorry for the vent, I'm struggling with my mom today. I started my transition almost 3 years ago and she's still upset (understatement). I don't know why I even bother trying at this point, I think it's because cutting off contact is exactly what she'd expect me to do because of all the anti-trans stuff she reads.
Thanks for reading ❤️
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I'm nearly 30, I know what's best for me. Mother doesn't know best anymore. Just let me be me.
Sorry for the vent, I'm struggling with my mom today. I started my transition almost 3 years ago and she's still upset (understatement). I don't know why I even bother trying at this point, I think it's because cutting off contact is exactly what she'd expect me to do because of all the anti-trans stuff she reads.
Thanks for reading ❤️
2023.03.30 20:11 atxlove33 Cat conflict
Hello. I recently adopted a third cat, who I love so much, but my oldest (and first cat) does not. We have an 8 year old neutered male, a nine month old spayed female, and our newest cat who is also a spayed female and looks to be between 1-2. She was a stray so the shelter doesn’t know much about her. She is visually impaired but gets around easily. She is incredibly sweet and snuggly and just wants to be friends with the other cats. Our kitten loves her, but our senior cat hates her. He has always been so gentle but he has been awful to her and so territorial. He stalks her, pounces on her, swats her and hurts her. She growls and cowers when he is near because she’s so scared of him. I totally screwed up their first introduction. No serious injuries because I separated them. I am trying to reintroduce them and it has been two weeks now and I feel like it is getting worse. I’ve had her secluded in a separate room with her own food, litter box, toys, bed etc. he’s had the run of the house. We’ve been following Jackson Galaxy’s advice and have been feeding on opposite sides of the door and scent swapping. When he’s asleep in my room (which is most of the day), she gets to roam the house freely. She then is put up at bedtime because he comes out of my room and I can’t supervise them. We’ve gotten the feliway diffusers, the calming collars, we put a screen on the door, and I felt like have been taking it pretty slowly. He saw her this morning through the screen and tried to attack her, so clearly he’s not ready to see her yet. I can’t tell what he’s so territorial about. I think it’s me and his own food and litter box. We have two of everything and are going to switch to timed feeders. He doesn’t care about playing so I haven’t been able to entice him with any toys. We have been doing treats and lick mats. I really do not want to rehome her but am worried he will never coexist with her peacefully and that makes me so sad for her. Does anyone have any success stories about reintroductions or is there anything I can do to help them get along that I’m not trying? It’s only been a couple weeks but I feel so stressed about it. Thank you for any advice!
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2023.03.30 20:11 juanma_12 GPS tracker for my cat
I'm starting to travel a lot and my cat always comes with me. It never goes far away from where I am but sometimes it's difficult to find her because she hides and sleeps, so she doesn't come at first call.
We also do a lot of trekking and when it gets dark I sometimes spent up to an hour looking for her.
I want to know if someone could recommend me a good tracker to put on her pretal. I have an Iphone but I heard that the Apple AirTag is very dependant on being near other phones and internet connection.
I wonder if there is something more reliable for outdoors occasions.
Any information is welcomed! Thank you
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We also do a lot of trekking and when it gets dark I sometimes spent up to an hour looking for her.
I want to know if someone could recommend me a good tracker to put on her pretal. I have an Iphone but I heard that the Apple AirTag is very dependant on being near other phones and internet connection.
I wonder if there is something more reliable for outdoors occasions.
Any information is welcomed! Thank you
2023.03.30 20:11 FormerFruit I just had my first serious confrontation with someone - I feel sick to my core.
Sorry if this is the wrong place to post this in advance but if anyone has any opinions please share.
So my male employee and I were nearing towards the end of the trading day when a youngish woman about 30 came in, she was acting totally shifting but we both agreed there was nothing much we could do but keep an eye on her. We took it one at a time because it looked like she was either drunk or on drugs and didn't want to provoke her. I knew in my gut she wasn't going to be buying anything yet she was filling up a basket of stuff willy nilly, a load of random crap. I do believe in giving everyone the benefit doubt so I was being extremely cautious. So I don't know what she was at. Even if she was going to run with the stuff the amount of them would have made it very hard for her to run. She was carrying plants when she came in and was asking for another plastic bag off me to carry her plant.
Employee came to me pointing at his stomach indicating her clothes, which looked like they were stuffed with stuff. We don't know for certain of course and were both standing there sick with worry not knowing what to do. Of course we having no fucking CCTV. But it all made sense, she was repeatedly asking me for a plastic bag before she went around with the basket so that one seems obvious.
We decided to close early to try and get her to leave and she wouldn't, she apologized saying she'd only be a second. Couple of minutes later male employee swears he saw her put something under her jumper so he confronts her about it. It got aggressive quickly, a screaming match at the door. As a female I tried to be the mediator and said I'd talk to her about it at the back out of his sight and if it was a misunderstanding, it was our responsibility. I tried to talk to her from woman to woman but she wasn't having it, she got angrier and angrier and by now we called the police. I asked her to show me what was in her pockets numerous times as did she and she wouldn't, she was ranting all kinds of crap - For example she needed to get home as her mother with cancer has two weeks to live, she has a son at home and she wasn't showing us what was in her pockets as it was personal stuff such as cigarettes and stuff from prison. I was so frightened by now so could barely half understand what she was saying.
She ran off down the back of the shop screaming and crying and my male employee followed her saying she was going to destroy the place. She only kicked the basket of stuff she picked up. I rang the gardai again asking where they were as I was so frightened. I warned my employee not to lay a hand on her. She came back to the door absolutely enraged screaming in my face and showed me her pockets, nothing in there. I apologized and she was screaming threats, solicitor, her fella would come in to kick us to death. I feel sick. We let her go, the situation was bad enough and there was nothing else we could do.
A Garda came a couple of minutes later and we told him what happened. We have no solid proof but my employee knows what he saw about her at her pockets. We went around cleaning up both upset about what happened and at the back we saw a lot of stuff that didn't belong there, small enough to fit in a pocket. Boom. No proof of course and doesn't mean anything but it looked like when she ran to the back before my employee caught up with her she tore her pockets out and emptied the stuff, there were pencils there and when we were confronting her at the door we heard something that sounded like pencils.
Typical of no CCTV. I don't know what she was act when she came in but the way she was asking for the plastic bag before she went around picking stuff up sounded like she was going to fill it up and do a runner. That was why I was reluctant to give her one, plus she had half her stuff in one plastic bag (plants), why didn't she get a plastic bag for the other plant wherever she got it from? I asked my colleague if he touched her once, he didn't. The first thing I thought when she ran down the shop was that she'd scream rape or something if he laid a finger on her. We were also looking at the stuff in the basket, nearly everything in it was something WITHOUT a security tag. I knew she wasn't going to spend any money, it's a fairly expensive shop, she looked like she could barely afford to wash her hair.
Christ I feel sick, I honestly can't tell if she was just lashing out because she was in a corner or if her threats were sincere. How could we have handled this differently? We should have called the police before we confronted her, we should have had CCTV, we should probably have just let her go as we had no solid proof. I was shaking when we locked up, colleague is telling me not to worry about it.
Any opinions appreciated, be as honest as necessary please.
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So my male employee and I were nearing towards the end of the trading day when a youngish woman about 30 came in, she was acting totally shifting but we both agreed there was nothing much we could do but keep an eye on her. We took it one at a time because it looked like she was either drunk or on drugs and didn't want to provoke her. I knew in my gut she wasn't going to be buying anything yet she was filling up a basket of stuff willy nilly, a load of random crap. I do believe in giving everyone the benefit doubt so I was being extremely cautious. So I don't know what she was at. Even if she was going to run with the stuff the amount of them would have made it very hard for her to run. She was carrying plants when she came in and was asking for another plastic bag off me to carry her plant.
Employee came to me pointing at his stomach indicating her clothes, which looked like they were stuffed with stuff. We don't know for certain of course and were both standing there sick with worry not knowing what to do. Of course we having no fucking CCTV. But it all made sense, she was repeatedly asking me for a plastic bag before she went around with the basket so that one seems obvious.
We decided to close early to try and get her to leave and she wouldn't, she apologized saying she'd only be a second. Couple of minutes later male employee swears he saw her put something under her jumper so he confronts her about it. It got aggressive quickly, a screaming match at the door. As a female I tried to be the mediator and said I'd talk to her about it at the back out of his sight and if it was a misunderstanding, it was our responsibility. I tried to talk to her from woman to woman but she wasn't having it, she got angrier and angrier and by now we called the police. I asked her to show me what was in her pockets numerous times as did she and she wouldn't, she was ranting all kinds of crap - For example she needed to get home as her mother with cancer has two weeks to live, she has a son at home and she wasn't showing us what was in her pockets as it was personal stuff such as cigarettes and stuff from prison. I was so frightened by now so could barely half understand what she was saying.
She ran off down the back of the shop screaming and crying and my male employee followed her saying she was going to destroy the place. She only kicked the basket of stuff she picked up. I rang the gardai again asking where they were as I was so frightened. I warned my employee not to lay a hand on her. She came back to the door absolutely enraged screaming in my face and showed me her pockets, nothing in there. I apologized and she was screaming threats, solicitor, her fella would come in to kick us to death. I feel sick. We let her go, the situation was bad enough and there was nothing else we could do.
A Garda came a couple of minutes later and we told him what happened. We have no solid proof but my employee knows what he saw about her at her pockets. We went around cleaning up both upset about what happened and at the back we saw a lot of stuff that didn't belong there, small enough to fit in a pocket. Boom. No proof of course and doesn't mean anything but it looked like when she ran to the back before my employee caught up with her she tore her pockets out and emptied the stuff, there were pencils there and when we were confronting her at the door we heard something that sounded like pencils.
Typical of no CCTV. I don't know what she was act when she came in but the way she was asking for the plastic bag before she went around picking stuff up sounded like she was going to fill it up and do a runner. That was why I was reluctant to give her one, plus she had half her stuff in one plastic bag (plants), why didn't she get a plastic bag for the other plant wherever she got it from? I asked my colleague if he touched her once, he didn't. The first thing I thought when she ran down the shop was that she'd scream rape or something if he laid a finger on her. We were also looking at the stuff in the basket, nearly everything in it was something WITHOUT a security tag. I knew she wasn't going to spend any money, it's a fairly expensive shop, she looked like she could barely afford to wash her hair.
Christ I feel sick, I honestly can't tell if she was just lashing out because she was in a corner or if her threats were sincere. How could we have handled this differently? We should have called the police before we confronted her, we should have had CCTV, we should probably have just let her go as we had no solid proof. I was shaking when we locked up, colleague is telling me not to worry about it.
Any opinions appreciated, be as honest as necessary please.
2023.03.30 20:11 irishlorde96 Did i just get banned?
So its nearing server wipe and i had a bunch of rockets that I hadn’t used. So i just decided F it ill head up my watch tower and lob em at a base thats been giving me greif all wipe. After about ten shots fired it suddenly says lost connection to server, and when i try to reload it doesn’t give me access to any servers including xbox only ones. Did some salty 8 year old just false report me cause i was rocket spamming his base?
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| CCU'd | Prospector LTI | $115 | $155 | $139 |
| CCU'd | Vulture LTI | $110 | $175 | $145 |
| CCU'd | Super Hornet LTI | $150 | $180 | $164 |
| CCU'd | Constellation Taurus LTI | $125 | $190 | $165 |
| CCU'd | Hurricane LTI | $120 | $195 | $169 |
| CCU'd | Vulcan LTI | $135 | $200 | $174 |
| CCU'd | Terrapin LTI | $155 | $220 | $189 |
| CCU'd | Defender LTI | $155 | $220 | $189 |
| CCU'd | Railen LTI | $160 | $225 | $194 |
| CCU'd | Constellation Andromeda LTI | $155 | $240 | $194 |
| CCU'd | Corsair LTI | $160 | $250 | $199 |
| CCU'd | 400i LTI | $165 | $250 | $205 |
| CCU'd | Mercury Star Runner LTI | $175 | $260 | $209 |
| CCU'd | Mercury Star Runner LTI BIS 2951 or BIS 2952 | $175 | $260 | $219 |
| CCU'd | Vanguard Sentinel LTI | $190 | $275 | $229 |
| CCU'd | Retaliator Heavy Bomber LTI | $190 | $275 | $229 |
| CCU'd | Apollo Medivac LTI | $190 | $275 | $229 |
| CCU'd | Blade LTI | $190 | $275 | $229 |
| CCU'd | Harbinger LTI | $185 | $290 | $234 |
| CCU'd | Eclipse LTI | $195 | $300 | $239 |
| CCU'd | Constellation Aquila LTI | $205 | $310 | $245 |
| CCU'd | Mole LTI | $210 | $315 | $249 |
| CCU'd | Redeemer LTI | $180 | $325 | $249 |
| CCU'd | Caterpillar LTI | $200 | $330 | $245 |
| CCU'd | Starfarer Gemini LTI | $210 | $340 | $255 |
| CCU'd | Crucible LTI | $220 | $350 | $269 |
| CCU'd | Endeavor LTI | $220 | $350 | $269 |
| CCU'd | Glaive LTI | $220 | $350 | $299 |
| CCU'd | Hull C LTI | $185 | $350 | $249 |
| CCU'd | Valkyrie LTI | $220 | $375 | $265 |
| CCU'd | Galaxy LTI | $225 | $380 | $269 |
| CCU'd | C2 Hercules LTI | $245 | $400 | $289 |
| CCU'd | Prowler LTI | $255 | $440 | $304 |
| CCU'd | 600i Explorer LTI | $260 | $475 | $315 |
| CCU'd | M2 Hercules LTI | $265 | $520 | $325 |
| CCU'd | Carrack LTI | $305 | $600 | $385 |
| CCU'd | Merchantman LTI | $280 | $650 | $409 |
| CCU'd | Perseus LTI | $305 | $675 | $439 |
| CCU'd | Odyssey LTI | $330 | $700 | $459 |
| CCU'd | Hammerhead | $305 | $725 | $449 |
| CCU'd | A2 Hercules LTI | $350 | $750 | $475 |
| CCU'd | Polaris LTI | $350 | $750 | $475 |
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| Type | Name | Price |
|---|---|---|
| AEGIS | ||
| CCU | 325A to Avenger Titan Renegade | $10 |
| CCU | Reliant Kore to Avenger Titan Renegade | $18 |
| CCU | Reliant Tana to Avenger Warlock | $18 |
| CCU | 325A to Avenger Warlock | $25 |
| CCU | 315P to Avenger Warlock | $30 |
| CCU | Vanguard Harbinger to Eclipse | $18 |
| CCU | Cutlass Black to Gladius Valiant | $18 |
| CCU | M50 to Gladius Valiant | $18 |
| CCU | Odyssey to Hammerhead | $45 |
| CCU | Odyssey to Nautilus | $45 |
| CCU | Valkyrie to Reclaimer | $45 |
| CCU | Gladiator to Sabre | $11 |
| CCU | Super Hornet to Sabre Comet | $11 |
| CCU | Sabre to Sabre Comet | $25 |
| CCU | Terrapin to Vanguard Hoplite | $25 |
| CCU | Apollo Triage to Vanguard Warden | $18 |
| CCU | Vanguard Hoplite to Vanguard Warden | $39 |
| CCU | Sabre Comet to Vulcan | $25 |
| CCU | Super Hornet to Vulcan | $32 |
| ANVIL | ||
| CCU | Freelancer DUR to Ballista | $11 |
| CCU | Liberator to Carrack | $44 |
| CCU | Carrack to Carrack w/C8X STD edition | $44 |
| CCU | Starfarer Gemini to Crucible | $18 |
| CCU | Prospector to Gladiator | $17 |
| CCU | Reliant Mako to Hawk | $11 |
| CCU | Gladius to Hawk | $17 |
| CCU | Sabre Comet to Hornet Heartseeker | $18 |
| CCU | Super Hornet to Hornet Heartseeker | $26 |
| CCU | Prospector to Hornet Wildfire | $32 |
| CCU | Taurus to Hurricane | $11 |
| CCU | Sabre Comet to Hurricane | $17 |
| CCU | Super Hornet to Hurricane | $25 |
| CCU | F7C Hornet to Legionnaire | $18 |
| CCU | Mustang Beta to Pisces C8X | $10 |
| CCU | Dragonfly Black to Pisces C8X | $10 |
| CCU | Arrow to Spartan | $11 |
| CCU | Hornet Wildfire to Super Hornet | $11 |
| CCU | Sabre to Super Hornet | $17 |
| CCU | Khartu-Al to Super Hornet | $17 |
| CCU | Gladiator to Super Hornet | $25 |
| CCU | Prospector to Super Hornet | $39 |
| CCU | Vulcan to Terrapin | $33 |
| CCU | Crucible to Valkyrie | $44 |
| CCU | Endeavor to Valkyrie | $44 |
| CCU | Hull C to Valkyrie | $44 |
| AOPOA / XI'AN | ||
| CCU | Gladiator to Khartu-Al | $11 |
| CCU | Prospector to Khartu-Al | $25 |
| CCU | Dragonfly Black to Nox | $11 |
| CCU | X1 Base to Nox Kue | $12 |
| CCU | Vulcan to San'tok.Yai | $33 |
| ARGO | ||
| CCU | P-52 Merlin to MPUV Cargo BIS 2951 | $13 |
| CCU | Mustang Alpha to MPUV Cargo | $11 |
| CCU | Razor to SRV | $11 |
| CCU | Tracker to SRV | $18 |
| BANU | ||
| CCU | Andromeda to Merchantman | $269 |
| CONSOLIDATED OUTLAND | ||
| CCU | Avenger Stalker to Mustang Delta | $10 |
| CCU | 300i to Mustang Delta | $17 |
| CRUSADER | ||
| CCU | Andromeda to Ares Inferno | $18 |
| CCU | Andromeda to Ares Ion | $18 |
| CCU | Valkyrie to Genisis Starliner | $44 |
| CCU | Nautilus to Hercules A2 | $45 |
| CCU | Hammerhead to Hercules A2 | $45 |
| CCU | Valkyrie to Hercules C2 | $44 |
| CCU | 400i to Mercury Star Runner | $18 |
| CCU | Andromeda to Mercury Star Runner | $33 |
| DRAKE | ||
| CCU | Cutlass Black to Buccaneer | $17 |
| CCU | Hawk to Buccaneer | $17 |
| CCU | M50 to Buccaneer | $17 |
| CCU | Mole to Caterpillar | $25 |
| CCU | Sabre to Cutlass Blue | $11 |
| CCU | Prospector to Cutlass Blue | $32 |
| CCU | Reliant Tana to Herald | $17 |
| CCU | 325A to Herald | $24 |
| CCU | Dragonfly Black to Mule | $11 |
| CCU | Andromeda to Corsair | $18 |
| KRUGER | ||
| MISC | ||
| CCU | Starfarer Gemini to Endeavor | $18 |
| CCU | Hornet Tracker to Expanse | $17 |
| CCU | Sabre to Freelancer MIS | $10 |
| CCU | Gladiator to Freelancer MIS | $17 |
| CCU | Prospector to Freelancer MIS | $33 |
| CCU | Spartan to Hull A | $17 |
| CCU | Arrow to Hull A | $23 |
| CCU | Cutlass Red to Hull B | $11 |
| CCU | Starfarer Gemini to Hull C | $18 |
| CCU | Prowler to Hull D | $19 |
| CCU | Perseus to Odyssey | $44 |
| CCU | Tracker to Razor | $11 |
| CCU | Freelancer DUR to Razor | $17 |
| CCU | Hornet Ghost to Razor | $32 |
| CCU | Razor to Razor LX | $11 |
| CCU | Tracker to Razor LX | $17 |
| CCU | Freelancer MAX to Razor EX | $11 |
| CCU | Razor LX to Razor EX | $11 |
| CCU | Retaliator Base to Razor EX | $11 |
| CCU | 325A to Reliant Tana | $10 |
| CCU | Arrow to Reliant Sen | $17 |
| CCU | Reliant Tana to Reliant Sen | $17 |
| CCU | 325A to Reliant Sen | $24 |
| CCU | Gladius to Reliant Mako | $10 |
| CCU | 325A to Reliant Mako | $36 |
| CCU | Mole to Starfarer Gemini | $41 |
| CCU | Starfarer to Starfarer Gemini | $58 |
| ORIGIN | ||
| CCU | Dragonfly Black to 100i | $17 |
| CCU | Ursa Rover to 125A | $17 |
| CCU | Avenger Titan to 125A | $12 |
| CCU | 100i to 125A | $17 |
| CCU | 125A to 135C | $11 |
| CCU | 300i to 135C | $17 |
| CCU | Mustang Gamma to 135C | $17 |
| CCU | Andromeda to 400i | $18 |
| CCU | Aurora CL to 85X | $11 |
| CCU | Mustang Gamma to G12 | $11 |
| CCU | Mustang Gamma to G12R Racing | $11 |
| CCU | Avenger Stalker to G12A Military | $11 |
| CCU | G12 to G12A Military | $11 |
| CCU | G12R Racing to G12A Military | $11 |
| CCU | Reliant Mako to M50 Interceptor | $11 |
| CCU | Gladius to M50 Interceptor | $17 |
| CCU | Dragonfly Black to X1 Velocity | $11 |
| CCU | X1 Baseline to X1 Velocity | $11 |
| CCU | X1 Velocity to X1 Force | $11 |
| CCU | Dragonfly Black to X1 Force | $17 |
| CCU | X1 Baseline to X1 Force | $17 |
| RSI | ||
| CCU | Apollo Triage to Apollo Medivac | $38 |
| CCU | Vanguard Warden to Apollo Medivac | $27 |
| CCU | Vanguard Hoplite to Apollo Triage | $26 |
| CCU | Aurora MR to Aurora LX | $11 |
| CCU | Razor to Mantis | $10 |
| CCU | Hornet Tracker to Mantis | $18 |
| CCU | Hammerhead to Polaris | $45 |
| CCU | 85X to Ursa Rover Fortuna | $12 |
| CCU | Ursa Rover to Ursa Rover Fortuna | $12 |
| CCU | X1 Force to Ursa Rover Fortuna | $12 |
| TUMBRIL | ||
| CCU | Cyclone to Cyclone RC | $18 |
| CCU | Cyclone to Cyclone TR | $18 |
| CCU | Cyclone to Cyclone RN | $18 |
| CCU | Cyclone to Cyclone AA | $37 |
| CCU | Cyclone RC to Cyclone AA | $25 |
| CCU | Cyclone TR to Cyclone AA | $25 |
| CCU | Cyclone RN to Cyclone AA | $25 |
| CCU | Ursa Rover to Cyclone | $11 |
| CCU | Ursa Rover to Cyclone RC | $25 |
| CCU | Ursa Rover to Cyclone TR | $25 |
| CCU | Ursa Rover to Cyclone RN | $25 |
| CCU | Ursa Rover to Cyclone AA | $45 |
| CCU | 300i to Cyclone RC | $11 |
| CCU | 300i to Cyclone TR | $11 |
| CCU | 300i to Cyclone RN | $11 |
| CCU | 325a to Cyclone MT | $18 |
| CCU | Arrow to Cyclone AA | $11 |
| CCU | F7C Hornet to Nova Tank | $17 |
| CCU | Mustang Alpha to Ranger CV | $11 |
| CCU | Mustang Alpha to Ranger RC | $11 |
| CCU | Ranger CV to Ranger TR | $11 |
| CCU | Ranger RC to Ranger TR | $11 |
Paints:
| Ship | Name | Price |
|---|---|---|
| Aegis Avenger | Blue and gold ILW 2950 | $15 |
| Aegis Avenger | Solar Winds Paint | $15 |
| Aegis Gladius | Solar Winds Paint | $18 |
| Aegis Vanguard | Solar Winds Paint | $22 |
| Anvil Arrow | Twilight ILW 2950 | $15 |
| Anvil Legionnaire | Shadow Strike Paint | $18 |
| Anvil Valkyrie | Splinter ILW 2950 | $24 |
| Anvil Liberator | Condor | $35 |
| Crusader Mercury | Fortuna | $23 |
| Cursader Spirit | Crimson | $20 |
| Cursader Spirit | Intrepid | $20 |
| Cursader Spirit | Olympia | $20 |
| Drake Dragonfly | Ghoulish Green | $15 |
| Drake Cutlass | Ghoulish Green | $15 |
| Drake Cutlass | Scull and Crossbones | $19 |
| Drake Buccaneer | Ghoulish Green | $18 |
| Drake Caterpillar | Ghoulish Green | $22 |
| Drake Herald | Ghoulish Green | $18 |
| Drake Mule | Ghoulish Green | $14 |
| Drake Mule | Smokestack | $9 |
| Drake Vulture | Ghoulish Green | $20 |
| Gatac Railen | Hyaotan | $23 |
| Greycat STV | Blue Steel | $9 |
| Misc Freelancer | Paint pack ILW 2950 | $23 |
| Misc Starfarer | Paint pack ILW 2950 | $43 |
| Misc Expanse | Stardust | $20 |
| Origin 400i | Fortuna | $23 |
| Origin 400i | Penumbra | $23 |
| Origin 400i | Meridian | $23 |
| Origin 600i | Fortuna | $29 |
| RSI Aurora | Blue and gold ILW2950 | $15 |
| RSI Constellation | Blue and gold ILW2950 | $22 |
| RSI Scorpius | Stinger | $23 |
BUKs, modules and more:
| Type | Name | Insurance | Melt value | Price |
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Other:
| Type | Name | Price |
|---|---|---|
| Flair | Gamescom 2946 subscriber trophy | $11 |
| Flair | Gamescom 2946 trophy | $11 |
| Flair | Citizencon 2946 subscriber trophy | $11 |
| sold out | ||
| Flair | Citizencon 2947 trophy | $11 |
• CCU = Cross-Chassis Upgrade. • Melt value = what you get if you decide to exchange your ship for store credits. • Upgrade value = this is the value you upgrade from if you decide to do that. • LTI = Lifetime insurance. • MI = Month insurance. • OC = Original Concept. • Prices include PayPal fees. PayPal invoice will be sent. • Buyer must be PayPal verified, I am since 2008. • I do not have a Discord account and I do not middleman! • HOW TO BUY: PM me what you would like to buy together with your PayPal email. I will then send you an invoice. Once the invoice has been paid the bought item will be gifted to your PayPal email. You will then receive a mail from RSI which contains a gift link. The link transfers the gift to your Hangar (RSI website, if you are logged in, or it will ask you to do so). • If you are interested - send me a PM. My down time is usually between 11 pm - 7 am UTC (CET)Have a good day!
2023.03.30 20:10 PassengerLoud6477 DS: Five years…
since I last seen and spoke to you. You have been a constant thought nearly every single day. I miss our conversations. I miss that you genuinely listened & engaged in all of our conversations. You genuinely cared about me. Now, I live out this empty lonely existence in hopes someone will just ask are you ok? I understand why you had to leave the relationship. Maybe in the next lifetime.
PS Re-watch Young Frankenstein all the time. Hoss 🖤
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PS Re-watch Young Frankenstein all the time. Hoss 🖤
2023.03.30 20:10 atxlove33 Cat conflict
Hello. I recently adopted a third cat, who I love so much, but my oldest (and first cat) does not. We have an 8 year old neutered male, a nine month old spayed female, and our newest cat who is also a spayed female and looks to be between 1-2. She was a stray so the shelter doesn’t know much about her. She is visually impaired but gets around easily. She is incredibly sweet and snuggly and just wants to be friends with the other cats. Our kitten loves her, but our senior cat hates her. He has always been so gentle but he has been awful to her and so territorial. He stalks her, pounces on her, swats her and hurts her. She growls and cowers when he is near because she’s so scared of him. I totally screwed up their first introduction. No serious injuries because I separated them. I am trying to reintroduce them and it has been two weeks now and I feel like it is getting worse. I’ve had her secluded in a separate room with her own food, litter box, toys, bed etc. he’s had the run of the house. We’ve been following Jackson Galaxy’s advice and have been feeding on opposite sides of the door and scent swapping. When he’s asleep in my room (which is most of the day), she gets to roam the house freely. She then is put up at bedtime because he comes out of my room and I can’t supervise them. We’ve gotten the feliway diffusers, the calming collars, we put a screen on the door, and I felt like have been taking it pretty slowly. He saw her this morning through the screen and tried to attack her, so clearly he’s not ready to see her yet. I can’t tell what he’s so territorial about. I think it’s me and his own food and litter box. We have two of everything and are going to switch to timed feeders. He doesn’t care about playing so I haven’t been able to entice him with any toys. We have been doing treats and lick mats. I really do not want to rehome her but am worried he will never coexist with her peacefully and that makes me so sad for her. Does anyone have any success stories about reintroductions or is there anything I can do to help them get along that I’m not trying? It’s only been a couple weeks but I feel so stressed about it. Thank you for any advice!
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2023.03.30 20:10 DiscoverDurham Things to Do in Durham this Weekend (Mar 30 - Apr 2)
Check out our full Durham events calendar. If you'd like to add an event to our calendar, submit an event here. Please check with the event owners to see if events change due to weather. Have a great weekend!
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Also, for whatever reason, Reddit will not let us edit posts. So if we need to make any changes, you can find them on our Tumblr account.
March Featured Event
The Hunt for the Golden Bulls with Bull City Burger and Brewery- The 13th annual “Hunt for the Golden Bulls”: a scavenger hunt inspired by the golden tickets from the film Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Throughout the month, clues and puzzles will be revealed on social media and at bullcityburgerandbrewery.com. The clues, once deciphered, lead participants to public spaces around Durham where a golden bull has been carefully hidden.
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Multi-Day Events
The Durham Savoyards presents Gilbert and Sullivan’s The Yeomen of The Guard at The Carolina Theatre- Do you need a comic operetta fix? In their 60th year, the Durham Savoyards are performing Gilbert and Sullivan’s The Yeomen of the Guard. The show promises a live orchestra, a travelling jester and his lovely lady, an assistant jailer interested in torture and comedy, a deviously flirtatious woman, a vanishing prisoner, sweetheart stealing, a blindfolded bride, a shot in the dark, a cock-and-bull story, and enough lies and connivances to make your head spin, if the headsman doesn’t get it first.
- Fri, Mar 31 at 8:00 p.m.
- Sat, Apr 1 at 7:00 p.m.
- Sun, Apr 2 at 3:00 p.m.
- $40
- Thu, Mar 30 at 8:00 p.m. - Yolo Karaoke!
- Fri, Mar 31 at 8:00 p.m. - ¡Tumbao! / Akita / Mami’s and the Papis!
- Sat, Apr 1 at 7:00 p.m. - Horizontal Hold / Neill Wyeman / Osowa Tome
- Sat, Apr 1 at 10:00 p.m. - The House Of Coxx Presents: Drag Divinity
- Sat, Apr 1 at 11:55 p.m. - Rent Due Dance Party!!!
- Sun, Apr 2 at 7:00 p.m. - Matty Frank / Debbie The Artist / Jr – LGBTQ Center Benefit!
- Thu-Sat at 8:00 p.m. Romance is Dead: A Sketch Comedy Show About the Darker Side of Romance
- Fri, Mar 31 at 7:00 p.m. The Racket - See indie improv teams from around the Triangle show off their stuff.
- Fri, Mar 31 at 9:00 p.m. Hush Hush - Improv inspired by anonymous secrets from the audience.
- Sat, Apr 1 at 9:00 p.m. House Party - A mix of short-form (similar to Who's Line is it Anyway?) and long-form inspired by an audience interview.
- All shows $8
- Thu, Mar 30 at 8:00 p.m. - Ryan Montbleau with Bryan Elijah Smith
- Fri, Mar 31 at 8:00 p.m. - The Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band with The Hooten Hallers
- Thur, Mar 30 at 7:30 p.m. - Blood Brothers: Mike Zito & Albert Castiglia
- Fri, Mar 31 at 6:00 p.m. - The Duke Street Dogs
- Fri, Mar 31 at 9:15 p.m. - Wiley Fosters Play Foster Wiley
- Sat, Apr 1 at 7:30 p.m. - Armand & Bluesology featuring Carter Minor
- Thu, Mar 30 at 6:30 p.m. - 90's Trivia Night with The Durham Library
- Sun, Apr 2 at 7:00 p.m. - Moon Dog Open Mic
- Fri, Mar 31 at 8:00 p.m. - Peter Bernstein/Joey Calderazzo Quartet
- Sat, Apr 1 at 2:00 p.m. - Peter Bernstein Masterclass
- Sat, Apr 1 at 8:00 p.m. - Peter Bernstein/Joey Calderazzo Quartet
- Thu, Mar 30 - Matt Southern & Kit McKay and Tarot with Virginia
- Fri, Mar 31 (bar opens at 8 p.m.) - Andrew Kasab and Tarot with Virginia
- Sat, Apr 1 - Bardo Bloom Tarot with Rene
- Sun, Apr 2 - Slow Teeth w/Robert Chamberlain and Tarot with Emily
- Thu, Mar 30 at 8:00 p.m. - Piedmont with Scivic Rivers
- Fri, Mar 31 at 10:00 p.m. - DJ Bagaceiro Presents: Still Rising – A Tribute To De La Soul
- Sat, Apr 1 at 10:00 p.m. - Renaissance Disko V with DJ Vsprtn Brings You The Fifth Edition Of Disko
- Thu, Mar 30 at 8:00 p.m. - Below Decks: Isabel Essence / Acfx 969 / K Ward / Miss Ashley
- Thu, Mar 30 at 8:00 p.m. - Rabbit Foot Puppetry Presents: The Clown Car Rolls On
- Sat, Apr 1 at 9:30 p.m. - Ignition Featuring: Popov (Form Music)
- Sun, Apr 2 at 12 p.m. - The Fruit Flea: Monthly Flea Market
- An audience talkback with actor and playwright will follow each performance. This original one-man play is currently touring colleges and universities in the United States.
- Fri, Mar 31 at 7:00 p.m. and Sat, Apr 1 at 2 p.m.
- $22
- The Department of Theatre will present its annual Spring Dance Concert.
- Sat, Apr 1 at 8:00 p.m.
- Sun, Apr 2 at 3:00 p.m.
- $10
Thursday, Mar 30
Relay Relay at Boxyard RTP- Relay Relay is the feel good, free-spirited indie pop group led by the husband and wife songwriting team of Hannah and Jamie Rowen. Their music blends retro soundscapes into a uniquely modern sound with powerful vocal melodies, vibey guitar riffs, dreamy synth tones and rich harmonies woven together with a strong pop sensibility.
- 5:00 p.m. - 8:00 p.m.
- Free admission
- Enjoy fresh vibes on the patio with DJ Deckades. Bring your own vinyl to share or just listen to what the DJ is spinning.
- 6:00 p.m. - 9:00 p.m.
- Free admission
- Show up and climb at TRC Durham, then head over to Hi-Wire for some brews. Don't worry if it's your first time or haven't bouldered before; everyone's welcome.
- Your first visit to the gym with the Meetup includes free admission and gear rental, and subsequent visits with the meetup are $15 and include harness rental (outside of meetups, day pass rates of $19 apply and do not include rentals).
- 6:30 p.m. - 8:30 p.m.
- The Durham is excited to bring back “Al Strong Presents.” A favorite rooftop event, it’s back by popular demand! Join us for live jazz music on the Roof overlooking downtown Durham.
- 7:00 p.m. - 9:30 p.m.
- Free admission, but space is limited
- Glass Jug offers local live music EVERY Thursday in their Downtown Durham taproom.
- 7:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m.
- Free admission
- Join Clouds Durham for Big Slow Tom's Trivia Night, every Thursday. Win some prizes, drink some beer, and show your smarts.
- Enjoy $4 select draft and $5 rotating bartender's choice all night.
- 7:30 p.m.
- Free admission
Friday, Mar 31
Tasting at Ten at Counter Culture Coffee- Every Friday morning at 10 am, Counter Culture Coffee opens their Training Centers to coffee lovers who want to learn more about Counter Culture Coffee’s high-quality, sustainably sourced menu.
- 10:00 a.m.
- Free, but donations accepted
- The Carolina BBQ Music Festival is an indoooutdoor event curated to highlight North and South Carolina's emerging talent, such as performing and visual artists, brands, small businesses and content creators. Prepare for an action packed performance and networking with over 100's of creatives and like-minded music lovers from all over the Carolina's and the USA.
- 2:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m.
- $20
- Join us at CCB Plaza on game day starting at 3:30 p.m. for music from DJ Piddipat, free popcorn provided by Self Help and cornhole. You also won’t want to miss the special guest appearance from Wool E. Bull himself!
- 3:30 p.m. - 6:00 p.m.
- Free admission
- Join the Durham Art Guild for a night celebrating the arts. It’s their first in-person event since 2019! Enjoy local entertainment, Art experiences, food and drink, and place your bids on fabulous art pieces and items celebrating the best of the Bull City!
- 6:00 p.m. - 9:00 p.m.
- Free admission
- This weekly event takes place indoors in the Barrel Room, with seating available for nearly 100 people. There's no better way to unwind after a long week than a night of laughter with Ashley & Ebony. Interested in performing? Please contact Ashley and Ebony.
- 8:00 p.m. - 11:00 p.m.
- 21+
- Free admission
- Hosted by All King Entertainment.
- 10:00 p.m. - 1:00 a.m.
- Free admission
Saturday, Apr 1
parkrun Durham at Southern Boundaries Park- A free, fun, and friendly weekly 5k community event. Walk, jog, run, volunteer, or spectate. It's up to you!
- 8:00 a.m.
- Free admission
- The Durham Farmers’ Market offers locally grown fruits and vegetables, meats, eggs, cut flowers, artisanal cheeses and breads, home-baked pies, honey, handmade chocolates, preserves, local wines, handmade soaps, fresh pasta, and artwork of all sorts!
- 8:00 a.m. - 12:00 p.m.
- Free admission
- The market strives to support new and growing farms and vendors in the greater Durham area, and they are also home to some of the most iconic Durham brands around.
- 8:00 a.m. - 12:00 p.m.
- Free admission
- Join Durham County Cooperative Extension and other community partners for a fun and educational day. Learn about native plants, composting, beekeeping, bird-friendly habitats, the Durham Library seed library, local community gardens, patio gardening, and MORE. There will be kid-friendly, hands-on exhibits and a story time. While you’re there, learn about the Plant Sale the following week and the first 200 get a free plant.
- 10:00 a.m. - 12:00 p.m.
- Free admission
- Come shop handmade in this special setting. Mystic Farm & Distillery in Durham offers a unique place to gather and enjoy local spirits. The Art-n-Soul Market brings the best local artisans, food trucks and live music out to the farm for bourbon tastings, craft cocktails, food trucks and distinctive gifts you won't find anywhere else. Bring your friends and meet us at the bourbon farm! Dogs welcome.
- 12:00 p.m. - 4:00 p.m.
- Free admission
- Free pint with purchase of craft box. Choose from a variety of craft packages available for all ages.
- 12:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m.
Sunday, Apr 2
Public Tour at Duke University Chapel- Learn about the history, architecture, and life of Duke Chapel in this tour. The tour begins at 12:15 p.m., or immediately following the conclusion of the Sunday morning service, and lasts approximately 45 minutes. No reservation is required but if you plan to bring a large group please contact [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]). Meet the docent on the front steps of the Chapel.
- 12:15 p.m.
- Free admission
- Hosted by the Triangle’s Trivia team, Hammered Trivia, gather your team and post up to compete for prizes and enjoy an afternoon of great drinks, great friends, and great games.
- 2:00 p.m. - 4:00 p.m.
- Free admission
Running Art Exhibits
Art Exhibition: 'Marc Chagall and the Bible' at Duke Chapel- In partnership with Duke Initiatives in Theology and the Arts (DITA), the Chapel is presenting an exhibition of prints of works by the distinguished, modernist artist Marc Chagall. Curated by the art collector Sandra Bowden, the exhibition, Marc Chagall and the Bible, features etchings and lithographs with biblical themes.
- The Chapel is open daily from 10:00 a.m. - 8:00 p.m. but is sometimes closed to the public for private ceremonies
- Runs through March 30
- No tickets or reservations required.
- Debbie Secan fell in love with weaving as a teenager and has worked with woven structures ever since, in the textile industry and as a fine artist. The materials in her work are repurposed for environmental reasons and to exploit the breadth of resources we discard.
- Runs through Mar 31
- Mon-Sat from 10:00 a.m. - 6:00 p.m. Sun from 10:00 a.m. - 5:00 p.m.
- Free admission
- Derrick Nicholas is the artist behind Nicholas Edward. Originally from Charlotte, North Carolina, he moved to Raleigh in 1995 and has been a Triangle resident ever since. A North Carolina A&T University class of 2008 graduate with a Bachelor’s Degree in Graphic Design, art has been Nicholas’ passion since the age of 6. He loves to express and create through various mediums including pencil, digital, and paint, and finds that each provides a unique and therapeutic satisfaction.
- Runs through Mar 31
- Mon-Sat from 10:00 a.m. - 6:00 p.m. Sun from 10:00 a.m. - 5:00 p.m.
- Free admission
- Designed to look and feel like an inviting home, Mi Casa, Your Casa 2.0 encourages visitors to come together and feel a sense of warmth and community as they step in, swing, and relax in one of the glowing red houses.
- Runs through Apr 2
- 5 Points Gallery celebrates cleverness in the Year of the Rabbit with their new exhibit called “The Mind’s Eye”.
- Runs through Apr 15
- Free admission
- Collaborations features both new paintings from Stamer’s continued exploration of home, memory, and place as well as a new body of work created in collaboration with Artificial Intelligence. Instead of his traditional process of using photographs as source material, Stamer used an AI text-to-image generator to compile reference imagery. The resulting oil paintings are visually striking and raise timely questions about our relationship with the digital world.
- Runs through May 6
- Free admission
- This exhibition includes approximately 40 works, primarily from the Nasher Museum’s collection. With a focus on collage, mixed media and textile works, Beyond the Surface explores how artists bring together disparate materials and ideas to create artworks that engage with all audiences.
- Tue-Fri from 10:00 a.m. - 5:00 p.m. Sun from 12:00 p.m. - 5:00 p.m.
- Runs through May 14
- Free admission
- A series of drawing interventions on “Llanchama” (Amazonian tree bark) by Peruvian/American artist Renzo Ortega.
- Mon-Fri from 8:00 a.m. - 6:00 p.m.
- Runs through May 18
- Free admission
- Whitney Stanley: We Just Be in the Vault Gallery
- This We Believe in the Main Gallery
- Runs through May 31
- Open 24 hours
- Free admission
- Spirit in the Land is a contemporary art exhibition that examines today’s urgent ecological concerns from a cultural perspective, demonstrating how intricately our identities and natural environments are intertwined. Through their artwork, 30 artists show us how rooted in the earth our most cherished cultural traditions are, how our relationship to land and water shapes us as individuals and communities
- Tue-Fri from 10:00 a.m. - 5:00 p.m. Sun from 12:00 p.m. - 5:00 p.m.
- Runs through Jul 9
- Free admission
- This gallery features ceramics, textiles, metalwork and carvings produced by ancient cultures across what is known as present-day Peru.
- Tue-Fri from 10:00 a.m. - 5:00 p.m. Sun from 12:00 p.m. - 5:00 p.m.
- Runs through Dec 2
- Free admission