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Since 1st grade she's (15f) been very annoying. And always trying to get my attention, she does this to everyone. Then when someone tells her to shut up, she goes and cries to teachers. So this year, she's been joining my convos with my friends and making ridiculous comments. She's been doing crazy stuff to get my attention.Whenever I get into slight trouble, she joins in and is like he always does this this isn't the first time. In 4th grade she made her mom email the principal lying that I gave her the middle finger. Whenever we're in class and aren't supposed to talk, she'd talk to me. I'd tell her to stop. And she'd go tell on me for "talking".
So anyway, I was talking with a teacher about my school career. This girl joins in (unwarranted) and is like you live in principal's office. Everyone was laughing. So I said and your entire school career is people making fun of you. People stopped laughing, and were secretly laughing and like telling me she deserved it. The teacher got mad at me and tried to make me apologize, I refused. Then this girl's friends joined in and kept saying how she always does this to them. And told me not apologize to her.
So the next day in school, another teacher asked us when was a situation where someone stood up for you. So I said a couple days ago, a teacher tried making me apologize to someone and people stood up for me. This girl stood up and started screaming at the teacher, and calling me insults, and saying how we always bully her. We both got sent to the principal.
At the principal, the principal and her kept joking. And laughing and having a good time. I told him, we're here to talk about this situation. He starts getting mad at me. I started by telling him, if I provoke you for 10 years. Will you explode one day? He says yes. So I said she's been doing this to me since 1st grade. She then laughs, he gets mad at me for "holding grudges". And tells me to get out of his room. Then she leaves. And he tells me she's wrong for making that "joke". But you're mean. I said she's been annoying me for years. He gets mad at me says you're holding grudges. Then I said, look, there is a simple solution to this problem. Tell this person to leave me alone and stop trying to talk to me. He says this person has a name, then says I already have. Then he keeps trying to make me apologize, I tell him my solution. And he says I can't control people. So in a last ditch effort to prove my point I said the following. Do you want me to lie? He says no. I said I'd be lying if I apologize to her, as I'm not sorry.
He says you can just say a "white" lie to just get out of it. I told him but that's a lie. He said yeah, but it's a white lie. And he called my parents in for a meeting. My parents refused to show up, and told him we're not going to leave our jobs for such childishness. This is your responsibility to solve. He (me) told you the appropriate solution, and you don't want to implement it.

I thought I'd post some initial thoughts in case it helps anyone else understand what differences a next-step espresso machine could make (The grinder is a Vario+, the same used for both). I moved from the Bambino for 2 main reasons:

• Drinks were often sour, and although temperature surfing using the steam wand could help at times, it always felt that shots were cool. Some beans seemed impossible to dial-in.
  
• The workflow was annoying - having to manually pull shots when going by weight, and then often having a lot more liquid drip after stop (due to no 3-way solenoid), along with needing to manually time things. Add in needing to pulse the steam wand just before, and everything became annoying, compared with the zen-like ceremony of the rest (grinding/WDT/Tamping).
  

I had initially decided to buy 'cheap' due to expecting wanting to upgrade (hence the Bambino) but didn't expect it to be so quick. Sure, Buy Once Cry Once, but with espresso machines there is a huge range. So the immediate things I noticed:

• Temperature - considering the Bambino claims 'Optimum Temperature' (I thought I'd read 93c somewhere but not sure where), it was absolutely nothing like an E61 at 93c. Even preheating the portafilter (in a cup of boiling water), cups, and using the steam burst, the shots were generally cool (and would go cold even faster). From the Classika, the shot is much warmer throughout and stays much warmer for a lot longer. I had wanted temperature stability and visibility but it was honestly mind-blowing how different this was - clear night and day, and by far the biggest impact I've seen in the upgrade. I could never go back now, and it makes the temperature of the Bambino seem like a joke.
  
• Workflow - I still need my scales (budget yagua being used here) but it's so much easier. Just lift the lever, watch the scales to determine when to drop the lever (typically 2 grams before expected) and then look at the shot timer to see the time. No fuss, no mess, and really consistent. Having the group-head pre-heat the portafilter, and a cup-warmer to pre-heat the cups, helps a lot too in reducing other hassle.
  
• Talking about pre-heating the portafilter - the E61 portafilter stays hot for so long. Add to the fact that you can then just stash it in the group-head while waiting for anything, and that keeps it at temp... another bonus. Puck discs also come out hot to touch, which I never experienced once with the Bambino - the surprise of tapping a puck disc out onto your hand and wanting to put it down (not scalding, but uncomfortable 'warm') is brand new.
  
• Taste - so there's no immediate 'wow - the flavours !!'. Sure, there's the benefits of the temperature, so you are able to better control/eliminate the soubitter edges, and 'out of the box' the shots are more balanced, but I didn't suddenly find flavours I'd never tasted, or sweet/creamy texture that I'd never had before. What I did have was shots that I wanted more of, rather than disappointment that I still hadn't found anything close. I'm confident that over time I'll be able to pull even better shots, and I'd never go back to a Bambino, but the initial gain was more eliminating the constraints that the Bambino had which held things back.
  

tl;dr - if you have the budget, do not choose a Bambino (and maybe anything else less than the BDB) as your first machine for espresso - you're just giving yourself more frustration and potentially causing more confusion when shots beyond a simple 'traditional' medium-dark roast don't work. If you don't have the budget, I would really recommend looking for a second-hand Gaggia or better. Of course, if you add milk, then that's a whole other story and perhaps it's fine for that. Cheap beans maybe don't have any benefit from something better either.
I'm sure some people will disagree, and maybe some will defend the Bambino. That's fine. I did manage some good shots out of it (maybe 10 or so across 12 bags of 'speciality' coffee in 3 months). However, I know that I absolutely wasted money - both on the machine (which I bought in a sale) and on the coffee that I couldn't extract, because of the machines limitations. Am I a great barista ? Heck no - I'm absolutely still learning, but as an engineer I know that I need consistenct and control to be able to learn correctly, and the Bambino did not allow that. I just want to share my experience, to help others who may be in a similar situation, especially as the Bambino is often 'recommended' without any discussion of where limitations and frustration may lie.
YMMV
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And so Saturday is once again here, and it is incumbent upon us to share a little happiness, cheer, joy, and comfort among ourselves. If you have a tale of triumphs great or a simple story of small success, please share it with us. Life is nasty, brutish, and short as they say; anything we can do to spread jubilance is a good and proper thing.
This week was hard personally. The powers-that-be are "restructuring" things where I work. Several people have lost their jobs, and a few dear friends have been reduced from full to part-time. I'm too low on the hierarchy to save the company any real money, so I get to keep my position. I guess that's obviously good ... but it makes me awfully sad about those who weren't so lucky. And it casts a palpable gloom over things: you can't help but feel a bit apprehensive now, right?
So my success? Well, that's yet-to-come. I'm counting a few eggs that haven't hatched here, but I'm hoping to spend my weekend living "in the moment" and not moping about, obsessed with fear of tomorrow or regrets of the past. I'm gonna meet up with some friends and family: just hanging out, going somewhere to eat, maybe some window shopping, or roaming through the park if the weather cooperates. There will be alcohol in my recipe for the weekend: but I'm hoping to keep it to "just enough" to dull the edge, y'know? If I can pull off the next couple days without descending into a blackout bender, that'll be a success.
Some days you've gotta accept that those "wins" and "victories" are mighty small. But although they're hard to see, they are yet still there -- at least as long as we're still here and refuse to give up. So whaddya got? Let's see if we few, we happy few, we circle of sisters and band of brothers can't find some tales of of good fortune to share amongst ourselves and lift one another's spirits! <3

[28M dumpee] [24F dumper]
4 years. 4 years! Things haven't been all flowers and rainbows last year because of both of us struggling with our mental health (demanding jobs, PhD grind, low-key burnout). And the last 4 months were also long distance due to work/study. We saw each other every second weekend. We would have closed the distance in less than a year. I thought we were so much stronger than a few months of long distance. After a couple months you told me you are struggling with the distance. We planned to change things to the positive, with much longer visits, after our big Xmas trip. And in no world did I think we were close to breaking up.
And then, just a 3 weeks after our trip, out of nowhere, just when we were about to start changing things to the better, you cheat on me. I decided to forgive you and we reconnect and have one of the most beautiful evenings in a long time before you had to leave again. We tell each other we are each others loves of our lives, each others persons, we are gonna stay together forever, we got this and will work on things. 3 days later you call me and break up.
I break apart. I beg you. I want to discuss. I ask 100 questions. One more chance. We have so many positive changes planned. Both our mental health is better. "It wouldn't work", you say. "I don't wanna give you false hope", you say. At least you are willing to talk to me and visit me once more to do it in person. You lost feelings. You can't give specific reasons. You tell me it's you and not me or anything I did.
You tell me you had doubts for months. You never once talked to me about them. I have "Love you so so much honey" messages up to 2 days before you cheated on me and 10 days before you broke me. We had a 1 month trip to see your family for Xmas on a different continent just 1 month before you break it off. Everything was great there. We talked about the future. After going to a wedding we talk about what we would do at our wedding.
You tell me you didn't want to bring it up because then it becomes real and not just thoughts in your head. You were too scared to bring it up because you didn't want to loose everything before you have made up your mind completely. You lost feelings and can't really give any specific reasons. You say our relationship was great.
We were inseparable. Whenever you said you loved me unconditionally, we're gonna marry, we're gonna grow old together -- I believed you. Whenever I said I loved you unconditionally, you're my soulmate, that I cannot put in words how much I love you -- I truly meant it. Our families admired our relationship and we often told each other how we haven't seen any relationship as beautiful as ours.
You took my hand, walked me to a cliff, put a dagger into my heart, pulled me closer... and then pushed me off.
How?
How can you do this to me?

Greetings! This chapter sets the stage, does a bit of worldbuilding, and expands on our absolute cinnamon roll of an alien deuteragonist.
Anyway, as always, I hope you enjoy. :)

CHAPTER 2

15 minutes ago
——
Y’ggdrasog nervously whistled to himself as he remotely piloted an unmanned stealth drone from his cloaked ship in the upper atmosphere of the alien planet, yet every so often did a happy little wiggle in his seat at the terminal. Despite the danger in what he was doing, he was shaking with excitement and literally glowing with glee (which, if you were curious, happened to be a lovely shade of banana-yellow).
But my apologies, dear reader; I’m getting ahead of myself.
You see, Y’ggdrasog worked as a galactic interplanetary system scout, colloquially known as a “spacer” among the citizens of the Ul’dril Galactic Collective (a governmental alliance between a wide variety of different sapient species that also happened to be his employer). His main function was piloting his personal scout ship to uncharted star systems to summarily un-unchart them.
While in this line of employment, he had been witness to countless wondrous things. He had seen stars go supernova, witnessed space dust forming beautiful nebulas tens of lightyears wide, and caught the frosted trails of comets slinging close enough to a star to off-gas their icy payloads. But nothing even came close to this, to every spacer’s wildest, most fantastical dream discovery:
LIFE! And not just any life, SAPIENT LIFE!
As the drone flew through the sky, descending towards the surface of the planet below, he reminisced on that fateful day approximately six planetary months ago…
He had been scouting the ice and gas giants in this yet-uncharted solar system, scanning their composition with the unmanned probe-drone he used to sample geological deposits, take gas samples and so on to determine if they could be possible new sources of rare elements to harvest for the Collective. He had just finished probing the seventh planet out from the star when he suddenly picked up multiple abnormal readings originating from the ocean-planet of the system. He sighed, figuring it would just be the usual; some leftovers from a solar flare that affected its magnetosphere or some such.
As he listened in through his radiation wavelength analyzer, he expected to hear the meaningless, purposeless static he had heard hundreds of times before. Instead, he heard strange patterns. Hang on, was that… were those- They were! Voices, in a language he didn’t recognize.
He recorded a sample, then pulled up his auto-translator and had his ship’s analytical programs study it, in case it was a distress call from some poor sap who had crash-landed their spacecraft. …But not a single known language was a match.
He scratched his head, puzzled. Could it be a code of some sort? It wasn’t uncommon for smugglers, pirates, spies, and other “off-the-books” types to hole up on uncharted worlds and use coded verbage to prevent detection by Collective authorities. He had the ship analyze it to at least determine what Collective species the vocal cords that produced them were, but again, no matches, not even when he had it scan the audio samples for possible voice-altering.
He sat back in his pilot seat, stumped. Then, he started connecting the dots.
If the vocal cords producing these noises weren’t recognized as a species already included in the Collective, that meant these were the voices of a species unknown to the Collective. An unknown species, but one that was was nonetheless smart enough to use radio waves…
His eyes flew open, and his bioluminescence began to glow the pure white of sudden realization.
…BY THE SPIRITS, IT WAS A NEW SAPIENT SPECIES!
He leapt up from his chair, and would have nearly deafened anyone nearby with the joyfully excited noises he started to make.
…Luckily, however, he was in space. And after all, in space, no one can hear you squee.
It took him nearly an hour to calm down enough to call it in over his quantum communicator and provide the audio samples he had recorded, then another hour to reassure his liaison on the other end countless times that no, this was not a joke, this was not a lie, an elaborate prank or some such- yes, he would be more than willing to testify to the truth of his statements in a Collective court, and yes, this was in fact the once-in-multiple-millennia moment he and most every spacer in the entirety of the Collective always dreamed of:
THIS WAS A NEW FIRST CONTACT!!!
…As Y’ggdrasog left Memory Lane and turned back onto Present Day Boulevard, he let the controls go for a second and proceeded to spin around in his chair in sheer excitement whilst giggling like a madman, literally glowing with giddiness, before swiftly grabbing the control stick again before the drone drifted off course.
HE found a new sapient species! HE did! He’d be in the Collective history archives for the rest of time!
…Months of preparations had to be done beforehand, of course. He had to wait a few long, loooong days on the outskirts of the solar system with his ship in full stealth-mode (so as to avoid attracting attention from the new species until the time was right) before a truly staggering amount of Collective ships arrived, chock-full of top experts in all sorts of social and scientific fields to fill any conceivable role in the analysis of this new species.
While he wasn’t allowed to participate in the work himself or see most of what they were doing, he was nonetheless ecstatic with the knowledge that the work was being done all because of him. Plus, at least he could attend certain intelligence briefings on their main findings as well as look at heavily-redacted versions of some of the results of their endeavors.
Various scientists from the myriad Collective species and dozens more scientific disciplines had gathered together, set up shop within a day and gotten to work. They performed long-distance surface scans, mapped the planetary geography, and analyzed their atmosphere and planetary conditions to determine what Collective species might be compatible for potentially cohabitating with them.
Y’ggdrasog was delighted to learn that they utilized oxygen for respiration just as his species (lumigog) and tens of others in the Collective did, in contrast to Collective species who had to have, say, an atmosphere mostly composed of carbon dioxide, who were out of luck.
Additionally, they drank the same liquid water for fluid regulation in their bodies as his own people did. …Though admittedly, at a much narrower spectrum of salinity than his own species was capable of tolerating. He found that a bit tragic; there was so much water to be found in their homeworld’s oceans. Yet unlike his own people, who could drink from nearly any water on their homeworld, these “humans” could only drink what they called “freshwater.”
However, any sadness he felt about their situation faded when he learned that the gravity of their homeworld was only 1.04x that of his own species’ homeworld; this meant that at least in the case of lumigogs, the answer of cohabitation was a very solid “yes!”
Moving along, the scientists in charge of engineering and military endeavors surreptitiously analyzed the humans’ levels of technology to determine their capabilities, if they were a potential threat to the Collective, and so on; they were deemed, to quote the spokesman of the Collective military, “mostly harmless.”
Y’ggdrasog thought this might be a bit unfair. …That is, until he read the reports, and found yet another reason to pity them. From what little he was able to read of the heavily-redacted documents, the humans were very, VERY primitive. Spirits, they hadn’t even developed fusion yet!
…Still, that was all the more reason to help them; and to do so, they needed a proper line of communication. Countless diplomats, ambassadors, emissaries and representatives of every Collective race were attending seminars on all the sociological experts were learning about the species’ social norms across distinct cultures. And most importantly, the linguistic experts and etymologists got the ball rolling for the true-AI algorithms of the larger vessels (far more complex than his own ship’s operating systems, which only measured in at a few paltry yottabytes) to sort out the languages these “humans” used.
…Speaking of, just how many languages did they need?! With each additional language that was added to the auto-translator databases, he thought surely this one will be the last, but no! You couldn’t swing around a “noodle” of “spaghetti” (the humans always seemed to choose such silly names for their food) without hitting someone speaking a new language!
But all the pity, sadness and frustration he felt was outweighed by the jubilation he felt knowing that all these countless man-hours of hundreds of individuals per each and every Collective species were happening because of him. All these people were here because HE found them, and he was ecstatic at the impossibly exciting prospect of welcoming this new species into the Collective- or on the off chance they didn’t wish to join them, it was determined that it was safe to at least uplift them technologically so that they could be potential new allies, as well as potentially provide new avenues for trade and commerce of never-before-seen exotic goods. After all, there was hardly any risk in doing so, as they were quite literally outnumbered by over a million to one by the allied races of the Collective.
…And after all that, when they had quadruple-checked everything, then quadruple-checked it again to be absolutely sure, the day of first contact FINALLY came. Everyone brought out the celebratory drinks, snacks and party favors. The diplomats sent out their messages in hundreds of human languages declaring a desire for peaceful contact, promises to assist them in the technological uplifting of their species to a post-scarcity way of life and an offer to join the Collective for the benefit of all parties involved, and THEN…
…
……
…Nothing.
No response…
After a few nervous, awkward hours of sitting alongside the other low-ranking crewmates of the larger vessels, he and all those around him got orders of radio silence from high command and for all the “non-essential” personnel to return to their ships and wait for further orders.
As he remembered the sinking feeling he’d experienced at that moment, Y’ggdrasog unconsciously gripped the drone control stick much tighter than necessary.
…All that waiting, the agonizing waiting for them to greet this new species, the one HE found, and for what?
More. Thrice. Damned. WAITING.
…But this time, there wasn’t even a payoff to look forward to, and no one above would tell him what was going on. He didn’t know why there was suddenly so much smoke in the air of the planet, nor what all those bright flashes lighting up the atmosphere midway through the first day were- and there were certainly no answers coming from high command.
He had to sit there in his spacecraft, and just… wait.
One planetary day passed. Then another. Then another, and so on.
In the downtime, he read and reread the guidelines for first contact back to back over and over again, trying to find out what the possible reason for the wait could be. …Unfortunately, all that availed him was eye strain and an extreme amount of boredom from trudging through all the legalese.
After a week of sitting around, watching the planet slowly spin beneath him while in orbit, he couldn’t stand it any longer. He needed to know what was wrong. He NEEDED to act- if only to silence the creeping dread that had slowly but surely permeated his entire being. A dread born of the worry that something had gone horribly, catastrophically wrong…
And thus, an idea formed: His drone.
He knew the humans’ tech levels; there was a smaller chance they could detect him than the literally astronomically low odds of him finding this species to begin with. …Instead, he was far more worried about the potential ramifications if anyone from high command knew what he was up to.
Long before the radio silence commenced, he was told in no uncertain terms that no, he couldn’t scan the planet, no, he couldn’t act as an ambassador, YES, they really meant it, and NO, it didn’t matter that “he really really REALLY wanted to help somehow, please please pleasepleasePLEASE-” …and after that last bit, they shut down his outgoing comms to high command for a full planetary month.
^…Jerks.
Er- more importantly, he was told that while no, he couldn’t help in the preparation process, after first contact commenced his main function would be to do what he did best. Scouting and scanning to tease out any additional information he could on the planet’s natural resources in order to assist with the technological uplift process.
The thing is, they had given no specific time frame- …just “after first contact commenced.”
Technically, the current time frame satisfied that condition.
So technically, he wasn’t doing anything he wasn’t supposed to, he was just- ^…uh… …t-taking initiative!
They couldn’t court-martial him for just doing a little scanning here and there to get ahead of his own workload, surely.
…And it would just be an entirely coincidental, happy accident if while doing this he managed to find out what in the name of the spirits above was happening.
And so he had slowly, carefully moved his ship in such a way that he was currently orbiting in what he hoped was the blind spot of most of the ships of any higher-ups.
…Purely so as to, uh- better position his drone’s entry point into the atmosphere, yes! Rest assured, he was only motivated by- um… a-avoiding negative weather patterns. ^{…Or something like that.}
Once in position, he released and directed it towards the planetary surface.
If lumigogs had sweat glands, his would have been in nervous overdrive as the drone descended through the atmosphere.
Would he be detected? Would this all be for naught?
He waited, glancing between the ships around him and the drone’s interface on his monitor, but from his readings on the other vessels it seemed like all the command ships’ sensors were focused on the bigger population centers of the planet. He let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He was safe- if only for now.
…He’d have to focus on a rural area. Despite every loophole and excuse he could come up with, he’d still be much better off remaining undetected and not interfering in whatever might be going on in more concentrated pockets of the species. It would likely take much longer to gather information this way than heading towards the larger population centers in search of clues, but he could still poke around on the sly for any information he could tease out from the surroundings.
…And hopefully then he could finally get the answers he so desperately craved.
<“Alter descent velocity. Slow to 50% speed and activate autopilot mode.”>
Y’ggdrasog looked at the aerial scans, deciding that what seemed to be an area focused on harvesting crops with a long road running alongside it dotted with the occasional primitive ground vehicle would be as good a place to start as any.
He highlighted the road with a flick of a clawed finger.
<”Descend to 100 meters above planet surface, then follow highlighted path at 20% speed. Proceed.”>
As the drone dutifully obeyed his commands and traveled along the stretch of paved road for a time, he was surprised at the lack of humans to be found despite the vehicles present. Each and every one had seemingly been abandoned; they all sat still, unmoving. His curiosity piqued, he highlighted a few of them in the control interface.
<“Halt forward momentum. Descend to 50 meters from planetary surface. Scan and analyze condition of marked targets.”>
As he finished his verbal command, the familiar synthesized voice of his drone’s onboard computer blared to life from the speakers of his terminal.

He shook his head, puzzled.
<“What happened here…? …Alright, ascend, 300 meters from planetary surface. Continue forward movement following the highlighted path, 15% speed.”>
Farther and farther the road stretched, but he didn’t see a single human upon it, nor in the surrounding area. He sighed and absent-mindedly gazed around at the surrounding environment. He couldn’t help but marvel at how- well, alien it all looked. The taller plant life he saw appeared to be quite complex, their stems covered in thick fiber and their extremities full of- oh, what was the word, “leaves?
…He hadn’t paid all that much attention during the portions of his schooling that covered exotic alien plant life found on feral worlds and the various homeworlds of the other races of the Collective. He figured he’d never really need to interact with much beyond the giant fungal pods, great lichen growths and so on of his homeworld. He was a spacer for spirits’ sake, not a xenobotanist, and-
…Wait, what was that?
<“Halt forward momentum. Reverse 50 meters. Pan visual sensors left, 30 degrees.”>
He squinted at the incoming visual feed. He was right, there was something laying in that ditch! Probably just a random piece of detritus, but better safe than sorry. He highlighted it.
<”Scan target. Assess.”>

<”...Descend toward target, 5% speed.. 2%... halt.”>
His eyes narrowed further as he zoomed the forward visual lens in. Whatever it was, it looked to be a biped, and-
…Wait a minute, he recognized that body structure! Spirits be praised, this had to be one of the members of the new species!
It- they, he corrected himself- had pale skin, long, dark brown fur atop their head, and were wearing clothing covering their torso and legs- though much of it was stained red, running all down the left side of their body.
What were they doing all the way out here in the middle of nowhere? And why were they laying in a ditch, unmoving? …Were they ok?
<”Scan target, and establish connection to ship auto-doc subsystem. Assess physical condition and cross-reference with known anatomical data of species designation: human.”>

Y’ggdrasog nervously swallowed, trying to center himself and focus despite what he had just heard. Well, that certainly answered that; no, she very much was NOT ok. Whatever had happened to her, it really messed her up.
<”Analyze if damage sustained is life-threatening without intervention given circumstances and location.”>

He swore under his breath.
<”...Expand and clarify analysis.”>

<”C-certainty of analysis conclusion…?”>

He put his head in his hands, his bioluminescence flickering between several colors- none of them good. Spirits above... She was going to die unless someone helped her!
…
…But he was in no position to do so…
He knew deep down that he was deluding himself if he thought he could get away with this if he was caught. No amount of loophole abuse and“legitimate” excuses could save him from severe negative repercussions, not when it came to something as serious as first contact.

He was already risking enough as it was…

Maybe he could let someone in one of the other ships know- no, that would give away that he’d been poking around on the sly…

Maybe- maybe someone else would find her in time, and they could save her? Or maybe, despite the odds, she might just get better on her own? Even if it took her past the 1.3 cycle mark to do so, there was still a- his brow furrowed as he did the math- 0.0000028% chance that she could survive, and a chance was a chance! …Right…?

No one would know if he didn’t intervene. It would be so easy- no chance of getting caught, no risk, no danger, just pull the drone-prone back to the ship, return to his original position, scrub the flight logs, and-

…
……
…No.
No, she’s not.
He opened his eyes and spoke, voice full of grim certainty.
<”Descend to two meters above highlighted subject. Very, VERY carefully use stasis field to attach to subject, entangle her matter with an equivalent mass of carbon from the fabricator hold, then return to quantum anchor point with cargo and safely lower the subject prone beside the drone chassis. Proceed.”>

He got up from the terminal and took off for the drone bay as fast as his taloned feet could carry him, one thought repeating itself over and over in his head as he went, a mantra of sorts:

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Hey all,
I would like to hear some opinions and advice for my current schedule. I’ve been working as a night auditor for the past 4 months and my shift is 10:30 PM- 6:30 AM. I have to do paperwork until midnight and then I’m on-call the rest of the night and am allowed to sleep on a cot in the office for about 5-6 hours. Some nights no one calls, other nights I get woken up a couple times.
My issue is that I’m starting to develop insomnia and really struggle to sleep during my shift. I feel like my circadian rythym is getting destroyed by having to wake up to a loud phone multiple times. I’ve tried melatonin, reading before bed, drinking tea, I wear ear plugs and eye mask, use a fan, I exercise everyday.
How can I make myself more tired so that by the time I go to bed at work I’m out cold? When I wake up at 6am to make coffee for guests, should I stay up and nap later in the day or immediately go back to bed for a couple hours?
Im really struggling and appreciate any advice!!

"Justice without force is pow-"

*record scratching sound\*
"Wait, why are you using a quote from some stuffy dead guy when I'm right here?"
Oh. Uhm, right

"Justice is blind, but you know what else is? Me!" -Navya

"Yeah, much better"

Basic Information:

Name: Navya Adelina Rai

• Meanings and stuff-

Navya (Nuv-ya)- A Hindi name, means "New"
Adelina (Ad-el-eena)- After her grandmother, means "Noble"
Rai (Rr-aye)- A Hindi surname that refers to royalty ("Fun fact, it also means "'opinion"' in Hindi!")

• Nicknames/Aliases- Navs, "You may simply refer to me using Navya thank you very much."

Age: 16

• Birthday: October 10th ("See? Even my birth date is a 10/10!")
• zodiac: Kan- Libra

Gender: Cis-female

• Presentation: Feminine
• Sexuality: Pansexual ("I think. I've never really been involved with anyone")

Family:

• Mother- Dike, Goddess of Justice, probably really old ("Ah, dear mother whom I've never met. I respect her I guess, since she's the goddess of Justice and stuff, that's about it. Maybe I'll finally meet her someday")
• Father- Rishabh Rai, Criminal Lawyer, dead ("ouch. he was 35 when he died. Apparently grandma wanted to name him Craig, thank god(s) grandpa stepped in")
• Uncle/MentoFoster Father- Elliot Wells, Civil Lawyer, 27, demigod ("He adopted me after dad died, he's pretty neat I guess. He told me about all this demigod stuff and sent me to camp")
• Stepmother- Samantha Wells, Architect, 32 ("She's nice I guess, she used to date dad before he, y'know. She tries pretty hard to be my mom and stuff but... yeah I don't know, let's just move on")

Appearance:

Face Claim: Jade Turner
Picrews: [1] [2] [3]
Features:
"Immaculate, next."

• Eyes: milky white
• Hair: Jet black, slightly curly/wavy, she usually wears it pretty long but knows how to do braids and sometimes wears it in a ponytail, usually keeps it oiled. She puts effort into maintaining her hair.
• Skin: Brown, unblemished. She takes good care of it.
• Physique: Fit, she stays in shape. Lithe

Height: 5'7
Weight: "None-o-ya-damn-business"
Attire:

• Clothing: Appearance and fashion is something Navya cares about alot, but her disability kinda inhibits this, so the simple solution to that, with the help of a clothing store employee and her stepmother, was to make it so everything in her wardrobe goes with everything else. It took a bit of effort but it was worth it in the end. On top of that, with some help she had all her clothes arranged on the basis of colour as well. Her usual attire consists of alot of grays, blues and blacks, not very bright or flashy colours (with a few exceptions, of course) and alot of jeans.
• Accessories: Navya isn't much for accessories, she can occassionally be seen wearing a choker if she wants and if she's feeling fancy, a pair of earrings. When she's not wearing a blindfold, she can be seen rocking a pair of blacked out or mercury sunglasses.
• Make up: "Really?" Navya usually goes without make up, but she enjoys wearing perfume.

Voice: husky, clear, not very loud but catches attention easily. Her accent is a strange mix of New York with a slight hint of Indian.
Additional Notes:
Navya can be described as pretty, beautiful even, and this is something that matterst to her. While her disability often impedes her in maintaining her appearance and fashion, it doesn't stop her from trying ("And suceeding!"). For fashion, she's sorted herself out with making sure everything in her closet goes with everything else, and prefers to not do make up, because trying to do make up while not being able to see shit is usually recipe for disaster ("and also because it's too much effort"). Her way of keeping up her appearance involves taking care of herself in order to look good, which means regular skin care, hair maintenance, etc., it is something she often finds herself doing in order to relax.
What, no comment?
"Nope, you surprisingly got pretty much everything right."

Personality:

"An absolute delight, god(s) this is too easy"
Positive Traits: Just, Kind, bold, strong willed, confident, brave, honest~~,~~ "strikingly beautiful, amazing"
Neutral Traits: Outspoken, sarcasitc, flirty, intelligent, independent, sarcastic
Negative Traits: Prideful, Quick tempered, petty, rebellious, stubborn
"Hmph."
What is it now?
"Nothing, it's just that I would've gone with some.. different words."
Personal Philopshy:
Navya has always been a very kind person, and someone who cares deeply about fairness, part of which definitely comes from her father but even without his influence, she would've turned out to be a fair person. She is prideful and stubborn, and always believes herself to be in the rightm but will concede and accept her fault if you can convince her that she's in the wrong. If she believes she's right or if the cause is right, she will not back down and will be very vocal about it. While most of the time she seems aloof and sarcastic, she will does go out of her way to help people who she believes need it and stands up for them. She has a very strong moral compass and refuses to tarnish it even a little, but she can hold grudges, if she thinks she's been wronged, she will do whatever she can to "set things right", confusing "justice" with her personal vengeance. She's very stubborn and independent, and would rather die than ask for help, despite her disability. In her own wor- "Being blind does not impede my ability to throw these fucking hands.".
Trivia:

• Fluent in both English and Hindi, often insults people in Hindi if she thinks they don't speak it
• Loves spicy food, especially extra spicy instant ramen
• She's a picky eater ("it's not about the taste, it's the t e x t u r e")
• Is weak for cute things, especially of the soft and fluffy variety
• She listens to a variety of music, mostly pop, alt, and jazz, her favourite artists are Sia and Shreya Ghoshal ("Ya like jazz?")
• Can read and write Braille
• Will never admit it, but enjoys romance novels ("do NOT")
• Best way to make her do something is telling her she can't do it

Demigod Bio:

"Ooh, the fun part!"
Godrent: Dike, Goddess of Justice
Claimed: Yes
Powers:

1. Penance: If someone has committed a crime or a wrongdoing, Navya can make them feel the guilt of their actions. This power is easier to use if she is speaking to the target while using it and if she knows what crime they're guilty of. The intensity of the power also depends on the severity of the crime.

•Drawbacks: The stronger the power, the harder she has to concentrate to continue using it,and overuse (i.e, 5 minutes at max power) will start causing her severe retinal migraines andwill make it so she can't use this power again till she rests

1. Blindsight: While she is blind, she can detect objects around her in a 10m radius (think daredevil)

3.Lie Detection: She can tell whenever someone is telling lies around her, this manifests as herhearing whispers in her head whenever someone lies around her (note: it doesn't specify whoselying if there are multiple people around)
Weapon: A celestial bronze bastard sword, gifted by her uncle. She decided to name it "Judgement"

Backstory:

("Oh boy, cue the sad violins")
Rishabh Rai was a simple criminal lawyer, with big ambitions. He had a natural aptitude for his work and a strong moral compass which his daughter also inherited. Before meeting Dike, he had just started working on a big, and potentially very dangerous case that would've cleaned the streets of some major crime syndicates, and this is when he met Dike, who took the guise of a journalist who wanted to help him out with his case and spread awareness. Rishabh fell in love very quickly, and from their union came Navya, who was almost completely blind from birth.
After Navya's birth, Dike left Rishabh, not having the heart to tell him the truth, she left him with a letter explaining everything. Rishabh did not believe it at first and was left heartbroken, but despite this he still raised Navya and did not speak a single ill word about her mother to her, but he still had alot of girlfriends as she did grow up. At some point she stopped bothering to learn their names and simply started referring to them as "the latest one". Elliot Wells did not exactly work side by side to Rishabh but was still a close friend and was a major part of Navya's life even before her father's demise.
Navya grew up a kind hearted child, always very fair and honestly a bit of a miracle considering how she was able to "see" things around her despite being blind. Her father brought her up to be independent, strong and most importantly, just. She always aspired to be a criminal lawyer like her father ("still do"), though her father wasn't as open to the idea, knowing how dangerous his line of work could get from time to time, but didn't exactly discourage her. As for monsters, Elliot, being a child of Athena, had some suspicion about Navya's divine origins but decided to keep it under wraps, knowing that revealing it would only cause further problems, so most of her encounters with monsters were dealt with by him.
Her father continued his work with that same case that he'd taken when he met Dike for years, of course while doing other ones on the side, and just when he had a major breakthroug- *sad violin music pauses*
What is it now? I'm in the middle of something
"I'm tired of hearing my sob story, don't reveal everything now, save some for later"
Fine, I guess

Now:

"Fuckin finally, here we are"
Navya turned to give one last wave to Elliot, who'd dropped her off and given her the directions to camp as she crested the hill. She set down her suitcase and adjusted her sunglasses. Well, this was it, the place she'd been hearing about so much for the last 3 months. She took a deep breath, the air faintly smelled of strawberries and... cold. This weather was weird, Spring should've started already, Elliot claimed there was some divine fuckery involved. She still couldn't entirely believe all this, if she was being honest, but it would explain alot of things in her life. Well, she didn't mind the weather too much, the cold never bothered her anyway ("Okay, seriously?").
Today she'd decided to wear a simple gray top paired with blue jeans and sneakers, along with a pair of square frame blacked out sunglasses, and she'd fixed up her hair in the car. First appearances mattered, of course, and she couldn't help it. She definitely was a bit nervous, (though she wouldn't let anyone see that), and doing her hair helped her calm down. Steeling her nerves and letting go of a breath she didn't even know she was holding, she finally started making her way down the hill and into Camp Half-Blood.

I was 200 lbs at 15 or 16 when I first tried opiates. I got IV morphine in the hospital before the procedure. The anesthesiologist gave me a little taste of the medicine beforehand. Then I had a ton of roxicet (liquid oxy) after my tonsillectomy.
I literally hadn't even smoked weed before. Had drank alcohol a few timed.
I quickly realized that if I take 25mgs or so at once (my stomach was empty as I wasn't eating due to the cauterization scabs in my throat), I got a nice fetimes. It being a liquid the absorption was very fast.
I abused 1250 (it might very been 1500 mgs of oxy over the course of a couple weeks. Was taking 45 mgs at the end. Dosing like 2 or 3 times a day would skip a day here or there. Didn't have withdrawals somehow. I was scripted to take 5-10 mgs 4x per day for a week (280mgs) no idea why they gave me 5x that much! All at once too not even in refills.
I then started faking migraines and back pain to get vicodins from the doctor pretty regularly. Doing CWEs on them and potentiating with WGFJ, DXM, tagamet, etc.
Started smoking weed at 18. Instantly smoking ever day after that.
Then I legit got a health issue and was scripted morphine. I then faked some pain to continue getting morphine for months more.
Was introduced to snorting oxy by a girl I was dating.
Then I exaggerated back pain and was on 75mcg fent patches and oxy 10s and somas.
Id smoke the patches, abuse the somas, and snort the oxys. Then buy oxy or H for the rest of the month. That lasted about 8 months til I started IVing and was IVing daily for a month or two maybe. I ODed ODed on Heroin and somas and lost my scripts. My doctor was furious but he was a truly good person trying to help me. In retrospect I am very sorry for putting him through that. He even tapered me down off the fent patches for 2 months after that!!!
Right before getting clean I tried IV coke/speedball. Loved it but was done with things so got clean. I've relapse several times since then. Almost lost my house, family, ODed multiple more times.
Most recently I was shooting coke all day every day with breaks here and there and Heroin, oxy, and morphine every day multiple times a day. Had weeks of using over a gram of oxy a day. 1500 mgs of morphine? No problem. I was even still going out hiking. 2 grams of insanely high-quality tar, IV, was my go to. Speedballs all the time. Shot up 10 grams of extremely pure acetone washed coke in 6 days. Spent 25-30k in 5 months or so. Went through 1400 needles during that time not including reusing many of them.
You may think "I'll never get THAT bad!" Or "well he was IVing and I'll NEVER do that!" Well you have NO IDEA what you're capable of.
It may seem good at first but it will bring only pain in the end. Addiction is a lifelong struggle and it's not one you want to have to deal with.
Just don't. Please don't.

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Any subject from a love poem to a diss. I've even been asked to write one about an NSFW TikTok.
Happy birthday ***, A joy to many, To celebrate your day of birth, A confident swagger, set hearts a stagger, Not quite so down to earth, A shortened stature, Born eye catcher, A toast to you and all of your drive, Although sometimes cold, Or so I am told, Congratulations, or more life, May your days be shielded forever from strife, Your steps light as air, Your heart filled with care, For all the happiness comes from there
An example

My Dad died from dementia during COVID
It's on my mind, how the early stages could have been better for him.
My app is as follows:
A cute, animated character (if they love dogs, it's a dog, if they love cats, it's a cat....etc) , on a permanent tablet that can talk to your loved one - they can ask questions and it will respond.
For example, My Dad would ask several times per day where somebody was - the app will reply calmly from information given earlier - e.g. Sara is at the shops / Johnny is on holiday / Simon was here earlier.
The app can also chat about the weather / sports results if ask, or just chat and entertain.
The next stage will be emergency features - e.g. if not responded. to.
I know it sounds strange, but I'd love someone to give this a go and work to improve - I think this can really make people feel more connected.
Let me know if you are interested.