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Hi! You don't have to answer this if you don't want to, that's totally fine! But you talking about Orville Peck's appropriation of indigenous culture with his fashion choices made me realize that I had never considered that there might be some aspects of "cowboy clothes" that white ppl shouldn't wear and that was super wrong of me. Again, you totally don't have to answer this, but I was just wondering what ways a white person could wear "cowboy clothes" in a manner that wasn't disrespectful? Or perhaps, should we not wear them at all? I can't afford T yet, but when I can finally get it I was planning on getting a cowboy outfit to embrace my trans mascness, but if that would be wrong of me I can scrap that plan no problem!
Ehhh again this is actually SUPER HARD to answer because almost everything about cowboy fashion & the cowboy "aesthetics" are lifted directly from Native American fashion and culture, either because a lot of cowboys back in the day were Native American themselves (including Afro-Natives & Indigenous Mexican vaqueros) or they were White & just kinda. stole the look from the Native cowboys due to a number of factors.
If you google "cowboy jewelry" the first thing that comes up is silverwork & belts & turquoise jewelry, which is taken from Navajo metalwork. Fringed leather clothing? Again, many Native tribes did that (& in some tribes the fringes could mean something, its not just for looks), most popularily with vests, jackets, and pants. A lot if the leather jackets were a result of Native women just sewing their clothes the same but in a European styled cut. Compare this "cowboy" look below to a Lakota war shirt: both have hair embellishments dangling from the arms.
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Studded belts? Inspired by Cheyenne mirror belts, which often also have metal studs in them & you'll still see Native pow wow dancers have this in their regalia. Floral vests? A lot of the inspiration comes from Plains floral beadwork. Geometric patterns and blankets? Came from Southwest or Mexican Native American blankets & designs, ask any Navajo weaver & they'll tell you the same. Feathers in cowboy hats? Who else is famous for wearing feathers on their heads--? Native Americans. The look is still popular with older Native men.
Hell, if you visit this site that sells Western/cowboy fashion, you'll see a SHITTON of appropriation going on, taking Native imagery & designs, including one taken from Native American ledger art, all on White models.
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The appropriation of Native culture and fashion in the cowboy/western sphere is ongoing, and the influence that Native fashion & culture has in Western/cowboy fashion as it is is absolutely MASSIVE. I once said in another post that the cowboy/western aesthetic essentially belongs to Native Americans, Latines (especially Mexicans), and Black people. And the history of White cowboys has been one largely of colonialism, racism, and displacement of Indigenous peoples, and the masculinity associated with White cowboys especially is also steeped into racism & American patriotism (think John Wayne. There's a reason he's an American icon who played cowboys & killing Indians in films.). I think the only thing that isn't influenced from either appropriation or colonization is like, jeans. Even the style of cowboy boots themselves and potentially chaps were influenced from vaqueros.
So if you're White I'm not sure that'd exactly be a good route to take because trying to seperate Indigenous elements from this fashion/look (nevermind the problematic history of White cowboys) is almost impossible. Obviously I can't force you to do anything, but honestly if I were you, I'd try a different direction, because otherwise I think you'll find trying to do this will be very hard.
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THE EVOLUTION OF AMERICAN WESTERN STYLE
Are you a fan of Western handbags and the cowboy/cowgirl aesthetic?
When you hear the word “cowboy”, a distinctive picture probably forms in your mind. Most likely informed by old Hollywood movies, the iconic style you imagine is not so far off the mark in terms of historical accuracy.
This is what is meant by “Western-style”.
What is Western Style?
Western style was originally based on the attire historically worn by cowboys and ranch hands during the pioneering days, as European settlers crossed the frontier from east to west. Since that time, and thanks to Wild West Shows, Hollywood movies, dime novels and Country music, the image of the “Cowboy” stereotypically represents the Old West (alongside Plains Indians, outlaws, sheriffs, and mountain men) and has a mythic stature as a “national hero” in US American culture.
The signature clothing of the cowboy traditionally consisted of a wide-brimmed hat, a neckerchief, a shirt worn under a vest or waistcoat, leather chaps over cotton or wool (later denim) trousers, and tall, spurred leather boots. He carried a whip and usually a rifle or pistol.
But where did this style originate? And how has it evolved?
The Birth of Western Style
The Pioneers were white settlers who moved westward across the rugged and unforgiving landscapes of what was to them the new frontier of the North American continent. As they travelled, they realised that the clothing they wore needed to be acclimated to suit the rougher environment, hotter conditions, and harsher way of life.
The roots of the Western style date even further back, to the Spanish settlers who brought horses for the first time to what is now Texas, Arizona, New Mexico, and California. The presence of horses enabled herding, ranching, and raising livestock and the cowboy was born.
The cowboy hat, for example, was inspired by the sombreros worn by the Mexican vaqueros (Spanish cattle herders and horsemen).
Cowboy boots were designed to suit long hours working outdoors in hot climates, much of it spent on horseback. The pointed toe and low heel are ideal for wearing while in stirrups. In the 1900s practicality was joined by aesthetic interests in boot designs and leather was often decoratively cut and embossed.
Using leather boots that extended up the leg was important for protection against rubbing on horseback as well as from frontier dangers including cacti and snakebites. Leather chaps provided similar protection.
Denim originated in France in the 1600s. As a cheap, robust material, it was ideal for use by everyone from cowboys to farmers and miners. Overalls made of denim, cotton, or wool were eventually replaced by trousers (jeans) which were secured with suspenders.
Cowboy belt buckles eventually replaced suspenders, and these were inspired by the American Military after the Civil War. While originally mass-produced, cowboys soon competed in rodeos and similar for buckle prizes. Some designs were also soon inspired by the artistry of local Native American silversmiths and more ornate belt buckles of silver featuring turquoise and other stones were highly prized.
Southwest Designs
Southwestern style takes the Western aesthetic a step further, marrying the abovementioned features with the Native American Indigenous designs of the region – including but not limited to Navajo, Hopi, Zuni, Santo Domingo, and other Pueblo motifs, as well as those of northern Mexico (Aztec) and even Spanish influences. The result is iconic artisan clothing and accessories featuring embossed leather, cowhide, bold and vibrant textiles, and distinctive traditional designs with silver, copper, turquoise, and other accents. https://indiantraders.com/blogs/news/the-evolution-of-american-western-style
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Gunman Kills Four in Southwest Philadelphia, Police Say (AP) A gunman wearing a bulletproof vest opened fire on the streets of Philadelphia on Monday night, seemingly at a random, killing four people and wounding two boys in the latest outbreak of gun violence in the United States, police said. The shootings took place over several city blocks in the southwestern neighborhood of Kingsessing. Responding officers chased the suspect as he continued to fire, and he was arrested in an alley after surrendering, Police Commissioner Danielle Outlaw said at a news conference. He had a bulletproof vest, an “AR-type rifle,” multiple magazines, a handgun and a police scanner, she said.
Why Car Repairs Have Become So Expensive (NYT) New cars and trucks are packed with sensors and technology that protect and pamper drivers and passengers. But those features are also raising the cost of repairs after accidents. The average cost of making damaged cars good as new has soared 36% since 2018, and may top $5,000 by the end of this year, according to Mitchell, a company that provides data and software to insurance companies and auto repair businesses. That big increase is the main reason that insurance premiums have been soaring—up 17% in the 12 months through May. New SUVs and pickup trucks, including a rapidly growing number of electric models, have become so complex and luxurious that seemingly simple repairs can cost a small fortune, auto experts said. Insurers are often on the hook for much of those costs, leading them to raise their rates. Materials designed to crumple or deform in a crash to protect pedestrians or passengers, for example, can be hard or impossible to repair. Many bumpers must be replaced after low-speed dings because the safety sensors embedded in them may no longer work properly after repairs. Other systems, even some that do not appear to be damaged, must be inspected or recalibrated.
A good six months for billionaires (Bloomberg) The world’s 500 richest people added $852 billion to their fortunes in the first half of 2023. Each member of the Bloomberg Billionaires Index, including big names like mark Zuckerberg and Elon Musk, made an average of $14 million per day over the past six months, according to data compiled by Bloomberg. It was the best half-year for billionaires since the back half of 2020, when the economy began to rebound from the Covid-19 recession.
Mexico’s old ruling party fractures following election loss (AP) Mexico’s old ruling party fractured Monday, with four leading senators resigning amid internal disputes and the loss of the last major state the party governed. The Institutional Revolutionary Parties held the presidency and almost all statehouses in Mexico without interruption for 70 years. But the PRI, as the party is known, has been reduced to a shadow of its former self by the rise of President Andrés Manuel López Obrador’s Morena party, which won the governorship of the last major PRI bastion, the State of Mexico, last month. Morena has seized on the combination of handout programs and nationalism that the PRI once espoused, and has largely replaced it. The PRI, which now governs only two sparsely populated states, is now Mexico’s fourth biggest party, trailing Morena, the conservative National Action Party and the centrist Citizen’s Movement.
Why do French protesters burn so many cars? (Worldcrunch) Following a police shooting of 17-year-old Nahel M. during a traffic stop, police say that at least 2,000 cars were set on fire, and 3,880 other blazes were reported at the protests around the country. It would seem counting the number of burned cars after nights of social unrest has become something of a tradition in France. But why? During the late 1990s, a trend of burning cars on New Year’s Eve emerged in certain neighborhoods of the eastern city of Strasbourg. The car fires spread across France and acquired an almost ritualistic nature. Two French sociologists, Gérard Mauger and Michel Wieviorka, explained that the phenomenon evolved from a competition between suburb districts, trying to outdo each other in the number of times their district makes the headlines. The level of attention from the media is of course a factor. The sight of cars engulfed in flames on dimly lit streets captures interest. “If it’s not too shocking to say, it seems to me that this ‘French phenomenon’ is the result of cooperation between the media and the gangs living on the estates,” Mauger told France Info.
After Armed Rebellion, Putin Tries to Reinforce His Defenses (NYT) President Vladimir V. Putin of Russia is said to work out of identically constructed offices at multiple residences so that photographs don’t reveal his location. His assistants undergo such a rigorous selection process that a former bodyguard once called them “a caste of chosen people.” And more than three years after the pandemic’s beginning, the Kremlin has continued to enforce a “clean zone” around the president, requiring many who come near him to quarantine for days. For decades, people who know him say, Mr. Putin has been remarkably focused on his personal security and on preventing rivals from using the powers of government against him. Now, in the aftermath of last month’s short-lived rebellion led by Yevgeny V. Prigozhin, leader of the Wagner private mercenary group that fought for Russia in Ukraine, Mr. Putin appears to be scrambling to coup-proof his system once more. He is rewarding loyalty among the ruling elite and showering his most important constituency—the men with guns (soldiers, police officers and other security agency employees)—with cash. And, so far, he has avoided the sort of large-scale purge that other authoritarian leaders have carried out in response to coup attempts or rebellions, perhaps to avoid destabilizing his system further. “The president is acting very rationally,” said Ekaterina Schulmann, a Russian political scientist. “He is focused on his personal and political survival, and he’s ready for anything to accomplish that.”
Russia says it foiled Ukrainian drone attack on Moscow (AP) Russian air defenses on Tuesday foiled a Ukrainian drone attack on Moscow that prompted authorities to briefly close one of the city’s international airports, officials said. The Russian Defense Ministry said four of the five drones were downed by air defenses on the outskirts of Moscow and the fifth was jammed by electronic warfare means and forced down. The drone attack prompted authorities to temporarily restrict flights at Moscow’s Vnukovo airport and divert flights to two other Moscow main airports. Vnukovo is about 15 kilometers (9 miles) southwest of Moscow. The raid came as Ukrainian forces have continued probing Russian defenses in the south and the east of their country in the initial stages of a counteroffensive.
China curbs exports of key computer chip materials (BBC) The Chinese government is tightening controls over exports of two key materials used to make computer chips. From next month, special licenses will be needed to export gallium and germanium from China, which is the world's biggest producer of the metals. It comes after Washington's efforts to curb Chinese access to some advanced microprocessors. Semiconductors, which power everything from mobile phones to military hardware, are at the centre of a bitter dispute between the world's two largest economies. The US has taken steps to restrict China's access to technology it fears could be put to military use, such as chips used for supercomputing and artificial intelligence.
Hong Kong police offer hefty reward for intel on political exiles (Washington Post) Hong Kong police have offered a reward of up to 1 million Hong Kong dollars ($127,000) for information that would bring about the arrest of the prominent activists who fled the city’s expanding clampdown on dissent. Authorities on Monday announced charges against eight individuals residing in the United States, Australia and Britain, marking the first time a cash reward has been offered for individuals living abroad who are accused of violating a strict national security law. Kevin Yam, who now lives in Melbourne and is one of those on the wanted list, said he would not be deterred from talking publicly about the situation in Hong Kong. “I am an Australian citizen exercising my freedom of speech as an Australian in Australia to speak about a city that gave me everything, which I still love,” said Yam, a nonresident senior fellow at Georgetown University’s Center for Asian Law. Human rights groups decried the “bounty” as an attempt to silence and intimidate critics even after they were forced to leave home, with the cause they once fought for all but banished from public discussion.
Japan’s Native Ainu Fight to Restore a Last Vestige of Their Identity (NYT) Masaki Sashima gazed through the fog one recent afternoon onto the gray waters of the Tokachi River in Hokkaido, Japan’s northernmost island. From here, his Indigenous people, the Ainu, once used spears and nets to catch the salmon they regarded as gifts from the gods. Under Japanese law, river fishing for this salmon, an essential part of Ainu cuisine, trade and spiritual culture, has been off limits for more than a century. Mr. Sashima, 72, said it was time for his people to regain what they see as a natural right, and restore one of the last vestiges of a decimated Ainu identity. Mr. Sashima is leading a group that is suing the central and prefectural governments to reclaim salmon fishing rights, four years after Japan’s Parliament passed a law recognizing the Ainu as the nation’s Indigenous people. For centuries, Japanese assimilation policies have stripped the Ainu of their land, forced them to give up hunting and fishing for farming or other menial jobs, and pushed them into Japanese-language schools where it was impossible to preserve their own language. “Japan is a country that says it follows the rule of law, but in terms of Indigenous rights, they are very behind,” said Shiro Kayano, director of a private museum in eastern Hokkaido and the son of the only Ainu to serve in the Japanese Parliament.
Activists in Lebanon are fighting to reclaim dwindling public spaces (Washington Post) To get to a park in Karantina, an impoverished neighborhood near this city’s blast-destroyed port, two children on a recent day had to climb a utility pole and jump over a spiked iron fence because the park, with trees and a jungle gym, is always closed. It is a story repeated across Lebanon, where people are reeling from an economic crisis and desperate to breathe, but where open spaces are often shut, in short supply or reserved for those who can pay. “There are barely any public spaces in Lebanon. Public gardens are often closed, and most of the places either are privately owned or you need a permit from the municipality to get in,” said Maggie Najem, who is fighting to keep her local beach open in northern Lebanon. Mohammad Ayoub, who heads the public space advocacy group Nahnoo, says little has changed since he was a kid in the 1990s, when he and his friends would play in vacant lots “in any way we could.” Now, he added, all the empty spaces have been turned into parking lots. Ayoub says he believes the situation has little to do with Lebanon’s financial crisis or the pandemic, pointing out that officials kept the city’s largest park, Horsh Beirut, closed for 25 years and only partly reopened it in 2014. Rather, he blames policymakers who he says are not interested in providing public services or making investments in parks, unless it involves building parking lots beneath them.
Israel ends West Bank raid calling it a blow to militants. Palestinians grapple with destruction (AP) Israel withdrew troops from a West Bank militant stronghold Wednesday but warned that its most intense military operation in the occupied territory in nearly two decades was not a one-off. Twelve Palestinians and an Israeli soldier were killed in the two-day raid. Residents of the Jenin refugee camp emerged from their homes to find alleys lined by piles of rubble and flattened or scorched cars. Shopkeepers and bulldozers started clearing the debris. Thousands who had fled the fighting began returning. The army claimed to have inflicted heavy damage on militant groups in the operation which included a series of airstrikes and hundreds of ground troops. But it remained unclear whether there would be any lasting effect after nearly a year and a half of heavy fighting in the West Bank.
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Disclaimer: I am not a professional costumer. These are only observations that I’ve made over decades of being a huge nerd about fashion history and Star Wars. And my fashion history is mostly limited to European/western fashion. I’m making this to help a friend with references for drawing Star Wars art, and using tumblr as the easiest way to share it.
If you want to talk, know that I rarely check tumblr except to post fic-related things.
I suspect that life on the Outer Rim is very similar to living out in the American West in the 1800s. That means very few changes of clothing, as cloth is expensive. Garments are going to be multi-purpose and well taken care of. There will frequently be aprons, sleeve covers, undergarments, and accessories to protect the clothes from both bodily fluids and from stains. Clothes will be frequently patched and repaired until they can't be fixed anymore, then recycled into other uses.
That being said, there are definitely more sources of inspiration than just the American west! Basic East Asian clothing has a large influence on the design as well, with the use of wrapped garments and robes. On Tatooine, there’s also a lot of Southwest Asian and North African inspiration with the style of robes worn by both moisture farmers (well, Uncle Owen) and the Tuskens.
Here is the link to a pinterest board I’ve put together of both actual Star Wars art and costumes and inspiration references for future Star Wars art and costumes. I'll be adding to it occasionally.
Some tips on choosing clothes for your characters:
Undershirts are probably going to be common. They’d be very simple shirts with very simple seams with solid colors. Most undershirts in the past were white because color-fast dyes were really expensive, but this is Star Wars, so color everything to your heart’s content. Because they are the fabric that is against the skin, the shirts will have to be something that can really take a beating (aka be washed frequently) - meaning that lots of buttons and patterned fabric would not work very well.
Pants/Trousers/Jeans etc. are likely to be in a thick, tough fabric with thick seams that can endure a lot of wear and tear. Ironically, your best place to look for really tough pants are old style Levis. Those things were made to be used and abused. Color-wise, you’ll see a lot of solids, but in all shades of the rainbow.
Regular shirts would probably have the more fancy seamwork and loads of buttons than undershirts because they wouldn’t be washed as often as the undershirts. This is where you’d find your button-ups, your bib shirts, and your Lando shirts. You’d also find fancy embroidered tunics, your shirt pockets, your lacy trims, and your super bright patterned fabrics. The Jedi uniform-what-is-not-supposed-to-be-a-uniform-but-totally-is is supposed to resemble the clothing of the poorest in the galaxy, so shabby up some Jedi robes for spacers and smugglers. Tunics of varying lengths and styles are also a good place to look for inspiration.
On colder worlds/in colder climes, you’d see a LOT of layering like you do on Earth. For long skirts, though, you’d see a lot of petticoats under the main skirt to add to warmth. Also, stockings/tights, and wraps around the tops of boots to keep the cold and wet out.
Accessories wise, vests are awesome at protecting shirts and for carrying stuff! Sleeve covers used to be a thing to protect your clothes from food or dirt or stains, and would likely be used (it’s also a really good way to reuse old clothes!). Sleeve garters were similar - it would hold your sleeve up at the bicep so your cuffs would be pulled back. Aprons would probably be very common, especially in messier trades. Shawls would help with warmth, and scarves and hijab-like hoods are also commonly seen throughout Star Wars media. And let us not forget the humble and ubiquitous jumpsuit, or the omnipresent and tasteful poncho!
BUT KEEP IN MIND: these are all just my interpretations and opinions on a more realistic approach to clothing on the Outer Rim. This is STAR WARS, baybee! The only hard and fast rule is the RULE OF COOL.
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Vogue Knitting, Spring/Summer 2022
This issue offers up a soothing natural palette on the cover, but along with some quiet pullovers, it also offers some strong colors too. There are a total of 18 patterns, including 12 pullovers, 2 cardigans, 1 vests, 1 pair of shorts, 1 wrap, and a bottle holder.
The sweater on the cover is the dramatic despite its pale color: it is asymmetrical, creating both one sleeve with eyelet and a deep slit up the side. Called Corrales, designed by Wei Wilkins, it is made of Cascade’s Cantata yarn, a cotton/wool blend. Make it if you want people to ask you about your clothes. 
Easier to live with is the simple rectangular pullover in pale yellow, one of my favorite colors, with a slip stitch pattern and a polo collar by Rachel Brockman called Virden. Univeral Yarn’s Magnolia which is a luxurious modal/cashmere blend in sock weight. It is a 3 out of 4 for difficult.
The wrap called Mossy Glen uses garter stitch, which is simple, and short rows, which takes more concentration, to make the 5 undulating colors in Indigodragonfly R.O. U. Sport yarn which is a wool. Kim McBrien Evans designed it and it is also a 3 out of 4.
The landscape sweater called Bayview by Syliva Watts-Cherry is one of the bold designs in this issue. Made of Debbie Bliss/Lovecraft Rialto which is a wool sport yarn, it uses some 9 colors. It is a 3 out of 4 for difficulty like the rest of these. There are easier tops as well in this issue,.
In addition, there are several interviews, an article on linen production, and another on why we should think of inches per stitch instead of the other way around when we ponder gauge, and a travel piece on the Navajo Nation in the southwest. Of course, the usual short pieces on new yarns, fashion trends, etc. 
You can find it your local yarn store, or online here:  https://www.vogueknitting.com/
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If water is the lifeblood of planet Earth, the American southwest is in big trouble.
John Wesley Powell, the one-armed US army civil war veteran who led the first white expedition down the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon – a daring boat run in 1869 – later became an ethnographer who wrote a prescient 1878 government paper titled: Report on the Lands of the Arid Regions of the United States. In it, he unflinchingly described the scarcity of water, and summarized that much of the American southwest, if it must be settled, should be settled lightly and modestly. Overpopulate it, and it will be unforgiving.
Wallace Stegner, the dean of western writers, observed, “As a government scientist, Major Powell was now defying ignorance. He was taking on vested interests and the vested prejudices by which they maintained themselves.”
In short, Powell was a sage.
Nobody listened to him.
Decades later, the US Bureau of Reclamation oversaw the construction of two massive arch-gravity concrete dams on the river: Hoover Dam in the 1930s that impounded Lake Mead; and Glen Canyon Dam in the 1960s, that impounded Lake Powell. Some people called them “engineering marvels”. Others said the dams defiled the Michelangelo of American rivers.
They changed everything. Phoenix and Las Vegas grew as if water came from the Big Rock Candy Mountain, where the bluebird sings to the lemonade springs and every day is pay day. Just flip the switch; turn on the tap. Or maybe they grew like invasive weeds, sprouting swimming pools, golf courses and lawns – a greedy developer’s dream. Farmers greened the desert. Cattle grazed the valleys. High voltage lines lit up casinos, stadiums and homes, keeping them warm in winter, cool in summer. It felt almost providential, ordained by God.
Today, the Colorado River provides water for 40 million people in seven states, but stricken by a devastating drought, it’s not what it used to be. Lake Mead and Lake Powell are both at about 30% capacity, down more than 140 feet from “full pool”. If the lakes go much lower, the dams will be unable to generate power. The snow pack in the Rocky Mountains – that feeds the 25 tributaries of the once mighty Colorado – is low yet again. And climate models say the entire region is going to get hotter and drier. More arid, less livable. The lakes reside in picturesque red rock country, but now sit surrounded by what looks like bleached bathtub rings as they evaporate in triple-digit summertime temperatures.
Welcome to the worst drought in an estimated 1,200 years.
“It isn’t sneaking up on us,” says John Entsminger, the general manager of the Las Vegas Water District and Southern Nevada Water Authority. “Since 2002, our population has increased close to 50%, about 750,000 people in the last 19 years or so, and over that same time our aggregated depletions from the Colorado River have gone down 235.” He asks, “Is this a drought, or is it just the way the hydrology of the Colorado River is going to be?”
Probably both.
After 11,700 years of relative stability, what geologists call the Holocene epoch, Earth has entered – or rather, human beings have created – a new epoch, the Anthropocene, brought about by our burning of fossil fuels and loading the atmosphere with the greenhouse gases carbon dioxide and methane.
Utah’s Governor Spencer Cox has asked his constituents to pray for rain, as if that’s leadership. Neither is in the forecast.
Civilizations blunder into self-destruction because they ignore the signals all around them, and refuse to change
When the Bureau of Reclamation planned and designed the dams, they were warned that their data sets were too small; that the desert has moods, that rivers fluctuate, water comes and goes, and the bones of previous civilizations are everywhere.
Some 700 years ago the Anasazi people disappeared from the Colorado Plateau. In his book, Collapse, the geographer Jared Diamond says multiple factors were involved, “but they all go back to the fundamental problem that the US Southwest is a fragile and marginal environment for agriculture – as is also much of the world today”. Civilizations blunder into self-destruction because they ignore the signals all around them, and refuse to change. The subtitle of Diamond’s book says it all: “How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed.”
How then to succeed? The Kentucky poet-essayist-novelist Wendell Berry, who is also a farmer, says, “We have lived our lives by the assumption that what was good for us would be good for the world. We have been wrong. We must change our lives so that it will be possible to live by the contrary assumption, that what is good for the world will be good for us. And that requires that we make the effort to know the world and learn what is good for it.”
If the biodiversity is dying, if the humpback chub, southwestern willow flycatcher and desert tortoise are threatened or endangered, and if nothing changes, then they, like the Anasazi, will disappear. And modern cities will be next. Imagine Phoenix at 130F. It’s coming.
To survive will take a tremendous amount of cooperation, innovation and sacrifice. A true test of American character. In her book, A Paradise Built in Hell, the author-essayist and Guardian US columnist Rebecca Solnit documents how people often pull together during crises, from the London Blitz to Hurricane Katrina, and show a great sense of community, purposefulness and even joy. She concludes that in a world of everyday pain, “This is the only paradise that is possible, and it will never exist whole, stable and complete. It is always coming into being in response to trouble and suffering; making paradise is the work that we are meant to do.”
And it must begin now.
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Kim Heacox is the author of many books, including The Only Kayak, a memoir, and Jimmy Bluefeather, a novel, both winners of the National Outdoor Book Award
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In a dark room a bank of monitor screens illuminated a pale face. The rusted brown glow of the video feeds gave Roger Little more color than the sun had cared to give him in the past few months. Half a kilometer north and two hundred meters down, an automated surveillance drone slowly made its way through a series of corroded metal hallways.
It was oddly silent, beyond the whine of computers and the whir of fans. Roger fiddled with his volume before checking the system audio. Nothing but the noises of the drone itself. No groaning, no creaking, no screaming. Just the soft click clack of the drone.
Roger checked the timing. The drone should have reached it by now. He squinted into the glare and overrode the drone. Nothing but flakes of rusted metal scattered across a floor of rusted metal, fallen from the walls and ceiling of rusted metal.
After several minutes of searching, Roger rubbed his temples. He drummed his fingers on his little metal desk and took a few deep breaths. He reached over and picked up the bulky plastic phone sitting on the edge of his work space. He dialed the number and only had to wait a few seconds before it was answered.
"Sir? It's Roger Little, from Surveillance. We may have a problem."
In the cold reaches of space, a satellite continued to do what it had done for over a decade. It hung in the weaker clutches of the Earth's gravity and watched a man wander about.
The man it was watching, however, was doing something a ways away from his status quo. He was running. Through the sweltering heat of the American Southwest in the middle of its summer, over the scorched earth, under a blazing sun, Mister Lost ran.
In hot pursuit was a man with fiery red hair. His black jacket left unbuttoned, it snapped behind him like shadows cast by a fire, the red trimming a much duller affair than his hair. He was gaining on Lost, who continued to make the mistake of looking over his shoulder. Each glance seemed to give the red-haired man more speed.
The eventual collision left Lost sprawled on the ground for a moment before he tried crawling away. The second man was up in a near instant. He brushed himself off and waited a moment before continuing his pursuit. He walked just behind Lost for a time, until he tried to get up. The pursuer kicked his target back onto the ground. This repeated itself for some time, until the red-haired main simply grabbed the man in the green jacket and dragged him in the opposite direction.
They eventually came upon a third man, who had been sitting on a rock outcropping. Blood and rust clung to every inch of his body. With what seemed to be considerable effort, the man stood. He took two steps before falling.
The red man grabbed the rusted man by the shirt and hauled him up onto his shoulder in a way that was quick but not unkind. All the while Mister Lost remained gripped in his opposite hand. After what looked like a satisfied sigh, the red man walked east.
An O5 rolled an unlit cigar back and forth over the sleek top of his desk. In front of him, the video feed on his monitor ended. Beyond that, his secretary stood at attention.
The secretary took a brief glance at his clipboard. "As you can see, sir, the unknown humanoid has captured both 2933 and 920. Further surveillance from multiple sources show it is now heading for one of our facilities."
The Overseer idly flicked the cigar, sending it spinning. "Given the context, I'm guessing it can be safely assumed who the entity is?"
"It's attacked two of the three Little Mister anomalies we don't have properly contained and now seems to be heading for the Site where we contain the other seventeen. Combined with its general appearance, yes. The list's designation number fourteen, Mr. Redd."
"Lock the Site down. We don't know what Redd is capable of. Considering it was able to escape 2933-1 and has been able to transport 920 for over a hundred miles without stopping, it's not something we want to discover first hand in the midst of an active facility."
The secretary nodded and departed for his own desk. Left alone, the Overseer plucked the cigar up and spun it between his fingers. He replayed the submitted videos and quietly thought to himself.
Eventually his secretary returned, and after a brief wait hustled back out with a freshly stamped order. Alone again, O5-4 slid the silver lighter off his desk and thumbed it several times before it sparked.
A group of people sat in a room full of monitors. Not quite like the one previously described, which was merely a one man obligation simply for the principle of the thing. As the door so boldly claimed, reading Site-██1 Security, this was a security station for a Foundation site, full of attentive individuals, with live feeds covering nearly every hallway and the ability to stream feeds from various containment cells if forwarded from the cell's own containment team.
One attentive individual sat up in her chair, more so than her already perfect posture had allowed. She began squinting at one of the monitors showing a feed of a camera deep within the facility, well away from any of the entrances.
Within the frame was a trio of men. One was dressed in a black and red jacket, one in a coat of metal, and one in a green hoodie. The first was carrying the second and dragging the third, the former of which was groaning and screeching like rusted clockwork and the latter was attempting to crawl away despite appearing to be unconscious.
She wondered how they arrived in the site despite it being locked down, when no one else had made any sort of comment. The worker flagged down her superior as quick as she could and explained what she had seen. But when she pointed to the group of monitors of the area the men had just been spotted in, they were nowhere to be seen. Now one of her coworkers, who had been monitoring an entirely different Wing, was reporting about them.
By the time attention arrived on the monitor in question the men were nowhere to be seen, and further examination showed they had disappeared from surveillance entirely.
O5-4 snubbed out his cheap cigar in one hand and thumbed one of the buttons on his monitor with the other. A round woman with sharp eyes snapped into view.
After a smokey exhale the O5 sat up and meshed his fingers together, if only for himself. His outgoing calls only showed a generic silhouette. "Dziekan. I hope all is well."
The Site Director fidgeted. To her credit, it was only slightly. "Not as such, sir. Redd has somehow breached the site with both Lost and Scary. More than that, he broadcasted a video message from somewhere in the facility. And he's made demands."
The weight of the silence from her superior stayed Dziekan. After several seconds O5-4 took a slow breath and said, "Somewhere in the facility?"
"Well. Sir. I don't recognize the area. It appeared to be a medical bay, but it definitely isn't any I'm aware of. With him was a little girl with a swollen stomach. He called her Katherine but we don't have any subjects on file with that name."
The name pressed down on the Overseer's chest. He took slow, deep breaths in an effort to calm himself but every inhale became more and more difficult. On autopilot, his hands opened his cigar case. The lighter sparked on the first flick and he took a deep drag. On exhale he realized what he was doing, but decided he may as well enjoy it while he could. How in the world could Redd have known about 231—
"O5-4? Are you still there?"
He shifted out of his daze, if only slightly. "Dziekan. Right. Yes. What were his demands?"
"For you to personally come in to see him, or he would kill the girl."
The next pull turned half the cigar to ash. "And?"
"Nothing else. Just for you to see him in person."
O5-4 watched his hand shake, smoke from the cigar zigzagging. "What did you tell him?"
"That I would notify you."
"You didn't say anything about that being against protocol, it being unlikely of happening, anything like that?"
"Seemed unwise to do so, given the context."
He finished his cigar. "If we're both alive tomorrow, remind me to give you a pay raise."
"Sir?"
He terminated the connection.
One door creaked open only to reveal another. O5-4 stepped through and stared down at the man leaning against the wall, an IV sticking into his arm. Mister Scary looked at him and smiled. The contraction chipped away some rust and blood flowed from the edges of his mouth. Neither said anything as the Overseer stepped past the Little Mister, glanced at the bag of morphine, and went through the second door, this one rusted open.
He considered breaking into a run down the hallway and settled on a stiff jog. Some of the tiles cracked under his feet and when he arrived at the double doors they were open, the joints rusting them in place. "I: 1-7 Os: Ker" was all that was visible of the plaque beside the doors.
Rust began to cling to some of the machinery, but the video feed of SCP-231-7's room was still functioning. Overseer Four steeled himself before looking.
A little girl lay in a hospital bed, her pregnant belly covered by her surgical gown. She seemed quite calm given the circumstances, but given her general situation there likely wasn't much that would upset her anymore.
Next to her bed was a man in a red vest, his jacket draped over the back of his seat. In one hand he held the ankle of a rusting man who was attempting to crawl away, and in the other he held a children's book.
The only sounds in the room were Lost groaning as his body rusted as he scrabbled against the decaying tiles and Redd reading in a warm voice.
O5-4 found the intercom and pressed the button. Katherine winced at the squealing as the system turned on and Redd cocked his head at the noise.
"Alright, Mister Redd. I'm here."
Redd released Lost and slowly turned in his seat to reach into his jacket pocket, removing a piece of paper. He marked his place in the story and shut it, setting the book on the bed. As Redd looked into the camera O5-4 saw flakes of brown and black on Redd's skin, red lightning sparking against it and revealing smooth skin.
Redd smiled. "Please, no need for the 'Mister' formality. We're all friends here. I'm Redd open parenthesis discontinued closed parenthesis. My friends just call me Redd. How are you, Four?"
Geniality was not what O5-4 was expecting. A few moments passed, filled only with the sound of Lost banging on the door, before Redd tilted his head and waved at the camera. O5-4 cleared his throat and said, "I've been better, Redd. You've been causing a lot of problems lately. Now what is it you want?"
Redd shrugged theatrically, splaying his palms. "Sorry about that. Though I do believe I was clear with my video earlier. I'd like to see you, face to face. No cameras, no PA systems. No tricks, no body doubles."
Was that a knife in Redd's hand? No, nothing. A trick of the light, a video oddity.
"Before that, I have one question. How did you get here?"
"Walked."
"The site has been on lockdown and you were able to avoid surveillance for most of your trek despite us having a satellite meant to track Mister Lost. And you somehow not only knew of this Wing, but how to access it."
"Like I said, I walked. As for why I knew, call it insider information. Now, please do get in here."
Again, a glimpse of black in his palm. A jagged shadow that played hell with the lighting of the room.
With great trepidation O5-4 unlocked the blast door and dodged Lost as he darted past. After watching the Little Mister run down the hall, the Overseer stepped into the room. It smelled of disinfectant and lilac, thanks to the small aromatizer next to the bed. He felt his heart hammer away at his throat as he looked to Redd, and clench slightly when the child gave him a little wave.
Redd gestured to the armchair on the opposite side of the bed. Once they were both seated Redd cupped his hands together and sighed.
"So, this is it," Redd said. "The finale. The brief period after a long sentence that drips with the taste of freedom. How long have you been doing this job?"
The Overseer was silent.
Redd smiled. Four would have sworn the overhead lights took on a slightly bloody hue.
"I," Redd finally said, "have been a Little Mister for… what is it, almost twenty years? Something like that. It's been difficult, let me tell you."
Redd looked down at the dagger in his hand, which was now all too real. With something akin to reverence he lifted it up and dragged the shadow across his own throat, cutting so deep his exposed trachea whistled softly. Red ran down his shirt. But it clung at odd places, depicting runes that sat at the edge of the Overseer's memory. Lightning lanced out and into the damage, the blood draining as red sparks healed the wound.
The Little Mister took another breath, "And there's no getting away from it. It won't let me go. As long as this stupid dirt ball keeps spinning, I'm going to be here. Unchanging. Undying. Unable to feel much beyond blinding rage."
He smiled again. "But what if I stopped the spinning? What if I could stop it all? What if I could stop hurting? I'd have to try, right?"
"If that's your intention, why bring me here? Why drag the other two around?"
"I guess I needed some kind of... closure," Redd said, his eyes distant.
I walked. I don't know how long, but I did. I know that much. I somehow ended up at the Wonderworks, the place that had eluded me for so bloody long. And it was running. No old man, but the place was bustling all the same. It was the gods damned child! The oh, so lovely Isabel! But what could I do to her? She was in the same sort as me, in a way. She asked me why you pricks hadn't collected me yet. I didn't really have an answer, but I figured, why not? Not like I had anything else to do. Suicide wasn't the option, as you can plainly fucking see!
But as I got closer, I got this feeling. This itching, burning sensation digging into my soul— if I even have one anymore. There was a thing, locked deep in the hole my brothers were buried. It spoke to me in ways I'll never be able to convey to you. Just. Fuck. It felt good. And I knew. I knew! I always thought I was just subject to anger issues, but all along I was a subject to the King!
Did you know gods can't die? They just… fade, waiting for their time to come again. But they still leave corpses. Something to jam a spigot into and tap into whatever power might be left lying around. The old man must have gotten desperate. Brass wasn't enough, even as big as the corpse he got pulled from is. A Broken universe still yields a Broken power, and a sliver of a fragment isn't worth much of anything. So he tried something a bit more intact, and…
...
What was I talking about? …Wait. Wait, no…
...
I used to say I have these… lucid moments. It's like— Do you wear glasses? You look the type. That brief time when you put them on, when your eyes see both through and around the lens. And everything just seems to warp around you as the glass rushes forward, the world shifts as the filter expands. You wear them long enough and you stop seeing the frames in your vision, don't feel the arms on your ears anymore.
...
I can't tell if my humanity is the prescription or the astigmatism anymore.
And I don't care. I'm so, so sick of it all. My eyes are strained to the point of bleeding and I can't close them. But at least that means I get to watch the end.
Redd eventually stirred from his trance. "Here, I want you to have this." He removed the bookmark from its spot and unfolded it before handing it over.
O5-4 stared at the list. One line in particular drew his eye.
14. Mr. Redd (discontinued) ✔
The man stood there for a moment, eyes unfocused. Somewhere in his mind the twentieth slot was filled. He leaned to the right, his hand out as if ready for a cane to take the weight. After a moment he caught his balance and examined his right hand, then the left, flexing and clenching them. He straightened back up and examined the room.
The former body of O5-4 took a breath.
Mister Collector let it out.
Collector reached into his pocket and pulled out a crisp piece of paper, uncrumpled despite its confines.
He let out a small chuckle. The paper between his thumb and middle finger, he snapped, and a bubble formed around the parchment. It floated just above his palm, bounced when he tapped it. He gave the top of the bubble a light pat and it collapsed into itself, away for him to take out later.
"How you feeling?" Redd asked from his seat.
"Better than I have in years," Collector responded. When he spoke, Redd sat up. Squinted. "And yourself?"
"You—!" Redd flew forward, knife in hand.
Collector slapped it away into a bubble, which soared just out of Redd's flailing grasp. Redd drew another from his sleeve and threw it, only for it to be caught in another bubble. Red in the face, Redd swung a fist while simply producing a dagger from his palm. Collector caught the punch and a silky bubble wrapped itself around Redd's hand. He pulled and yanked and was only able to free himself when he released his grip on the third shadow knife.
"How?!" Redd demanded. "You should be dead! The girl said you were dead!"
"I likely am. The me you are speaking to is merely a copy, made prior to Mister Forgetful erasing 'me' from my old body. Whatever was left in the body of Isiah Crawford after that was Doctor Wondertainment, though with a bit too much Factory mixed in for my taste. I suppose I remember all that because Forgetful couldn't get to me as I was merely in potentia. You remember Mister Mad?"
"He was a fucking— were we all just tests? A fucking training ground?"
"Not all of you, no." Mister Collector, née Doctor Wondertainment smiled. It lacked its old rainbow glow but it shined all the same. "Forgetful and Stripes to cover my tracks, the latter's brother to get you all here…" The smile faded. "…Scary. Ahem. Truth be told, this whole Collector concept was done fairly late into the project's development. I mostly wanted to see how things would turn out. How is Isabel doing?"
Redd glowered. "So then why was I made?"
The old man narrowed the eyes that weren't really his. "Hmm. You were a gamble, I suppose. Of course, I made a grave error— as they say, always bet on black."
Redd grabbed Collector by the collar. "Do you think this is a fucking joke? That I am somehow funny?"
"Not as such. My apologies, I was trying to lighten the mood. What would you like me to say? That you were a defect? That I condensed a power that was much more destructive than I could have imagined and pumped it into some young man's veins? I tried to change you, but you just wouldn't take much. So Redd you became."
Redd released his grip, his face expressionless. "So I'm a mistake."
Collector straightened his tie. "I would more say… an unfortunate surprise. But who doesn't like surprises?"
"Ha…" Redd reeled back, smiling. It took another few seconds for his face to move again. "I'll show you a surprise."
"And what's that?"
The grin in Redd's mouth was almost as sharp as the knives in Collector's bubbles. "That would be telling, dear father. Can't spoil the surprise."
Redd sidled next to the child's bed and smiled down at her. Katherine smiled back up at him, her gaze occasionally edging toward the other Mister. Redd sat down, the impact bouncing the book up and off of the bed. A chuckle left him as he bent over to get it.
Redd set the book down in the center of the bed. He traced out a curved knife on the cover. A spark of red followed his fingertip, outlining the weapon. Once completed the red flickered and was filled with black. Redd slipped the knife off the book as one would a playing card and held it for Collector to see. When Redd turned it so that the blade faced Collector, it appeared to merely be a wispy black line flickering in the light.
"Are you ready?" Redd asked Katherine in a soft voice.
The child took a few breaths. "Are you sure you can? I don't want Him getting hurt."
Redd twirled the knife in one hand and brushed back her hair with the other. "These people may have locked him away, but I just so happen to have the key."
With trembling fingers she lifted up her gown to expose her belly. Brands marked the swollen skin, dull and dark. They crackled like coal when Redd touched them. Katherine laid flat and squeezed her eyes shut.
The twisted scalpel slipped into her, the blade so fine she didn't wince. But as Redd ran the knife across her, she began to scream. The runes on her skin sizzled as Redd cut through them, vapor rising into the air. Within the girl, red and purple pulsed and writhed, her womb mangled and distended. It squished and squelched as her yelling became racking sobs.
All the while, Collector stood impassively at the foot of the bed. He had seen as bad, caused worse, but a twinge of guilt struck him as he thought of Sweetie. Hopefully she would at least speak to him when he found her. Collector stirred from his thoughts when Redd cleared his throat, knife hanging over the mess.
"Don't lose focus, old man. You're about to witness the birth of a new era. Or, at least, the death of this one."
The knife dropped.
Rather than cut or tear into the tissue, the dagger simply sank into it. Black into a mottled red. But as it was swallowed, a pinprick of bright red showed itself. There was a moment of stillness, even within the girl, as the shadows cast across her intestines swirled to the red.
The room was suddenly all too full. The smell of iron was nearly palpable, a loud ripping sound the only thing accompanying Katherine's now-resumed screams. Hardened flesh that matched the color of a dying sun dripped with blood and placenta. It pressed everywhere within the room, on the walls, under the bed, even within the inhabitants. The ceiling began to crack, and then the tearing sound intensified enough to drown out the sobs.
The ceiling exploded. The earth and concrete above it was obliterated as the thing rose, level after level was leveled by the growing expanse. It grew as it rose, each rising floor destroyed in a greater capacity. Eventually Site-██ was exposed to the open air, where dark clouds were beat about by a pair of reverse wings. Eleven mouths creaked open to take their first breaths.
Foundation personnel stared up in slack-jaw awe. At a distance, civilians who could spot at least the crown of horns began to panic. Down in the medical room, the trio remained. A thin umbilical cord connecting Katherine to her son. Redd cackled and pointed the monstrosity out to the spent child. Collector tapped the side of his head and a bubble formed around it.
The Seventh Son spoke. Clouds broke and the sky cracked under the weight of his words. The air itself tasted of blood. All those within the range of His mighty voice felt crimson run out their ears, with the exception of a single man standing in the center of it all. His bubble vibrated rainbows against the onslaught, but held.
"Do you see?!" Redd yelled, none hearing him over the din. He touched the blood coming from his ear and showed Collector. "It's over! I can finally be over!"
Once the bubble stopped shaking, Collector popped it. The world was silent, waiting for the Son's next words. He took the umbilical cord in his hand and proffered it to Redd. A crack of a smile broke Redd's face. From nowhere he produced another dagger and with no amount of ceremony separated mother and child.
Knowing this, the Seventh Son drew another breath. When He spoke again, His words fell on deaf ears. The air around him shimmered slightly, reflecting a rainbow in places.
Collector lowered his hand from where he had touched the Scarlet King's spawn. Something stuck to his hand, which he wiped off on the bed sheet. He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie again.
After a moment he turned to Redd, a small smile on his lips. "I'm so sorry, I'm afraid I couldn't hear you over all the noise. What were you saying?"
Redd said nothing. He did nothing, for a short time. Then his eye twitched. He looked at the shimmer of the bubble around the Seventh Son, at the stain on the bed sheet. Bony palms dug into his eyes as he tried to rub whatever nonsense was clouding his vision. When he looked again, the scene was the same.
"…No," Redd finally said, a full sword in his hand. He slashed at the bubble, the blade digging into the film. Then it flew out of his hand as the bubble pushed back. "No."
Collector watched Redd attack the bubble over and over again with a variety of shadow weapons. After a dozen or so weapons were embedded in the wall behind him, Redd slashed at his own hands and thrust the scarlet lightning into the bubble. It did nothing but catch the light.
"No!" Redd repeated, turning on Collector. "No."
"Sorry, is this distracting you?" Collector said. He raised a palm and snatched away the Seventh Son, now the size of a newt contained within the ball in the Little Mister's hand. "I'll put it away."
Redd watched his savior vanish with a whimsical pop! Mouth agape, he turned to his Queen. She couldn't look back, her eyes glazed over. Her breaths came in short, ragged bursts. Redd ground his teeth together and turned back to Collector.
With a mouth full of blood and darkness, Redd yelled, "No!"
He stumbled forward, knife in hand without the usual motion. It buried itself in Collector's chest.
"No!" Redd screamed, spraying blood in Collector's face. He pulled the knife out of his brother/father and continued stabbing him. "No. No! NO!"
Blood flew from the knife with each stab. Droplets froze in midair, catching other sprays and sloshing together into hovering bubbles of blood. Color drained from Collector's face as Redd's gained more and more.
"No…" Redd whispered, losing breath. His arm fell, opening a large gash across Collector's stomach. The knife fell and disintegrated, merging with the shadow cast by the last blood orb. A tear droplet met it. "No…"
Collector/Isiah hugged his brother/son. Redd sobbed against the offered shoulder. When the cries weakened in strength, Collector led Redd back to his seat. Redd fell into it and wrapped himself in his jacket. With a flick of his wrist Collector brought the crimson orbs into himself. By the time he finished collecting what shadow weapons remained he regained his color, though he moved slowly. He went about pop!ing the armaments away save for one. He took it out of its bubble and sat on the arm of the chair, between Redd and Katherine.
"I can't say this is how I envisioned the family reunion," Collector mused. "But I think I can afford you at least one gift."
Redd almost laughed. "What could you possibly give me?"
"Less give." Collector tapped Redd's forehead. "More take."
Redd blinked. He stared at the swirling hate bubbled in front of him. He winced when it vanished with a light tap from Collector. Emptiness filled him. Wonderful, calming emptiness. Tranquil, simple serenity.
Redd felt where Collector had prodded him. "It… it's gone?"
"Simply somewhere else."
Redd nearly sprang from his chair. "The girl! You could… take whatever they did to her out? Make her right?"
"I don't believe they made her wrong," Collector said, turning his gaze to Katherine. "If the Scarlet King could enter this world without humanity's help, he would have done it already. She chose this life for him. There is nothing for me to take from her, except…"
The black dagger seemed to try to catch the light in his hand.
"At least let me do it," Redd urged.
"I didn't wash your hands of blood just for you to dirty them again, Redd," Collector replied. "What's a few more drops on mine?"
He was silent for a moment, and then Redd said, "I don't think I really want that name anymore."
"Oh?"
He closed his eyes. The roiling red sea of his mind was now a calm blue. "I'm thinking Bluee."
"Blue?"
"With two E's."
Collector wheezed a laugh. "So be it. Excuse me one moment, Bluee."
It was over quick. Bluee found it hard to look at her, so he covered her up.
"So… what now?" Bluee asked.
"Now you enter one of the Foundation's little boxes, like your siblings," Collector said.
"What? That's it?" Bluee stood. "No, that isn't fair, it can't just end like-"
Collector held up a hand, and Bluee went silent. Collector reached into his pocket slowly, like the old man he looked to be. "You may be free of the Scarlet King's branding, but not of Wondertainment's. I'm in the body of a Foundation Overseer now. We have to act our parts."
Collector finally retrieved the paper he had pulled from his pocket earlier. He offered it to Bluee, who took it gingerly.
Wow! You've found them all and became Mr. Collector!!
But the fun isn't over yet, because now a whole new set of Misters will soon be in development, brought to you by our own Ms. Heir!
00. Mr. Collector ✔ 01. Mr. Chameleon ✔ 02. Mr. Headless ✔ 03. Mr. Laugh ✔ 04. Mr. Forgetful ✔ 05. Mr. Shapey ✔ 06. Mr. Soap ✔ 07. Mr. Hungry ✔ 08. Mr. Brass ✔ 09. Mr. Hot ✔ 10. Ms. Sweetie ✔ 11. Mr. Life and Mr. Death ✔ 12. Mr. Fish ✔ 13. Mr. Moon ✔ 14. Mr. Redd (discontinued) ✔ 15. Mr. Money ✔ 16. Mr. Lost ✔ 17. Mr. Lie ✔ 18. Mr. Mad ✔ 19. Mr. Scary ✔ 20. Mr. Stripes ✔
Bluee made a double take.
But the fun isn't over yet, because now a whole new set of Misters will soon be in development, brought to you by our own Ms. Heir!
Bluee looked up.
Collector's smile had more strength than the rest of his body combined. "Because we're not done yet." 
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Detailed navigation guide to yacht charter experience in Turkey
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The best way to describe a gulet secret document is as follows .....
The Gulet (pronounced “goo-LET”) is a traditional wooden craft boat with comfortable, well-hidden rooms and a generous size. And it is the most authentic way to experience the beauty of  Gulet Charter Turkey Turquoise Coast.
This handmade boat will serve as a vacation home for a week on the southwest coast of Turkey, following ancient sea routes in stunningly beautiful harbors and across the seas leading to small islands like a gemstone. The Mediterranean, home to sunken cities, pristine caves, living harbors and islands full of the ruins of past civilization than the best of the sea, and we think there is no better way to do this than with the company of local people.
A week-long hike can take you to a beautiful coastal mountain range between Marmaris and ancient Knidos, allowing you the opportunity to hike the peaks of the walls of Bozukkale and enjoy the local style of Quaint Bozburun or nearby Selimiye. You can wander the paved streets of Old Datca and take a handmade souvenir, or go to the real open markets near the port of Datca and sample local almonds and honey. At the end of the Datca peninsula lies the windswept ruins of Knidos, an important city in ancient times and a delightful place today.
Heading to the other side, there is the Dalyan River and a beautiful half-day trek you can start, starting with the rest of the river boat cruise across the river to the ancient site of Caunos. At the ancient Caunos Games, you can create a picture of what life was like thousands of years ago ng .before you make your way to the cool waters of Lake Koycegiz. If you wish, have a local gypsy group accompany you on this journey, and play all the local songs passed through the years. From Dalyan, it is a short boat ride to the Gulf of Fethiye and a wonderful land of ports and coves that make the area one of the most beautiful places in the world.
Continuing along the coast, the island known as Gemiler Island has a rich history and invites to explore, and at the very least, a place to watch the sunset. Many travelers enjoy watching the sunset over the Mediterranean with a glass of champagne. The next day, it is still in the morning sailing past the Cape Seven and entering the Kalkan. Kalkan, Kas and Kekova are the next three telephone ports, each with its own unique charm. Kalkan has beautiful old houses with colorful bougainvillea spilling balconies, Kas has plenty of luxury shops and restaurants and offers many local nightlife. Kekova is famous for its “city” and has one of the world's most photographed palaces, the ancient Simena.
Gulets are ready for boating. There is plenty of space on the stretch and comfort board and each cabin has plenty of storage space and its own private areas. Gulets have evolved into high-tech vessels over the years and hold a complete range of safety and the latest in social media and entertainment systems. Many gulets designed for family charts carry a safety net and life vests for babies and toddlers.
Anyone new to this idea and who will still have the experience of sailing can be sure that this type of yacht is perfect for first-person people as it has a wide range of beams and a round boat, making it very comfortable to ride! There are a selection of "cool" water routes that are also fun and varied and will ensure a memorable week-long cruise on the protected waters of the Gulf of Fethiye or the Gulf of Hisaronu - two popular cruise destinations.
Your staff is there to make sure you are comfortable and happy at all times. Your captain will assist you with information about your chosen trip and provide details on everything you need to do and see on the beach. A Turkish chef, with cooking skills ranging from traditional cuisine to any variety of Mediterranean-style food and in some cases, Asian-style cooking, can easily adapt his recipes to suit specific food needs and preferences. Other key members of staff include a deckhand to assist the captain and you as you enjoy the portable water sports equipment; a service manager for all your needs and another employee member, usually a supervisor or additional manager.
The gulet roll is designed to relax and enjoy new discoveries, including food, history and culture. You may find yourself trapped in a local market, or you may be climbing a steep hillside, or driving a snorker through the ruins.
The local crop remains fresh and delicious, as it is grown in fertile soil under the Mediterranean sun. Vegetables are fragrant and summer fruits are ripe, juicy and sweet. Gulet food is a big part of  Gulet Charter Turkey and that means plenty of healthy vegetables and legumes, salads and fish, tasty lamb and hot pilau rice. Local wines are of the best quality and can be enjoyed along with some of the best cheeses and flavors in the world. You can find almost any type of beverage in Turkey with spring water, sparkling mineral water and fruit juices are excellent.
The days are full of activity of your choice, be it swimming and skiing in shiny water, or sitting on a pointed aft, reading a novel under the awning shade. There are many ruins to see on the beach and small villages with small shops selling handicrafts. Fill up the hours during the day playing backgammon and fishing for something, however as the Mediterranean is well caught you will have to be lucky! When you put the fish in, you can enjoy it, bake it and bring it to you for your picnic. Dance till night, pass the time to the Turkish 
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