#micro seizures

[theundergroundwoman]

hot girls have violent benzos withdrawal symptoms

#i was like why tf am i having micro seizures and then i was like Ah #in my will graham era ig #rant post

[victoriadallonfan]

I saw a really funny meme about Victoria’s interaction with Gong, and it made me think…

There’s probably a LOT of unexplored potential in bias and prejudice against Cauldron capes, right?

What kind of micro aggressions can form due to this? How does it interact with capes in the same team, politically?

For context:

- Dying 15.3

Victoria gives a pretty well explained summary of Shaker-Movers, helping to explain why the cape is acting like she has PTSD (which is why Vic’s orders work and Gong’s didn’t), and Gong’s simple response is that she is a Cauldron cape.

Ergo, she wouldn’t have these issues like “real” capes. Right? Victoria wants to argue against it, but she has no real proof of this. She has theories but that’s all they are. Theories.

But WE know the truth. Victoria is correct in that vial capes get powers based off of their personality and mental states!

Battery was a passionate and fiery person who uses memories of staying calm, using breathing techniques from her past to help her manage her fear and pain, which gave her the power to become untouchable so long as she forces herself to remain calm and unmoving to charge up.

Newter was insensate with pain, delirious, and his body torn apart when given his vial, and he gained a body that deals with damage, heals, and induces delirium in others.

Sveta was trapped, torn to shreds, skin peeling off in ribbons and trapped metaphorically in a body that wasn’t right for her. She was given ribbons that could get her out of danger, that would provide and protect her with minds of their own, and a body that was what she wanted while still not being hers.

And WB did a great breakdown of the travelers:

There’s more to explore like how Alexandria had a desire to remain young, a mind foggy from drugs and a body sensitive to pain etc etc, but the gist is that cauldron capes DO have power issues related to what they can do. And according to Battery, they experience mind boggling amounts of pain with each drink of a vial.

However…

Would non-cauldron capes even care?

When Taylor learns about cauldron capes, her first reaction is disgust that these people didn’t earn their powers. That they didn’t suffer like REAL Parahumans did.

Even Victoria is offended when she learns Dean was a cauldron cape, as the intimacy of sharing their trigger events was seen as the next step of their relationship.

When Legend explains how they all should have had trigger events, but didn’t, it falls on deaf ears. No one responds to him and Taylor doesn’t give his words much thought at all.

And why should they? Cauldron capes are liars. They’ve been lying all this time. Nothing they say could be taken at face value. Eidolon could give a huge public speech about being born disabled, suffering from seizures, and his suicide attempts… and it would mean nothing.

He LIED to them about his origins. An unspoken rule has been broken. He didn’t suffer enough to earn his powers.

It’s interesting to me that the Undersiders nor Breakthrough had someone who was a voluntary cauldron cape. Sveta was an advocate for C53’s and hated Legend for being part of Cauldron, but we don’t hear her thoughts on people who simply bought powers. Taylor never knew Accord and Citrine were Cauldron until the very end.

I don’t know how to end this, but his line sticks out to me:

- Blinding 11.5

#parahumans #wildbow #ward #ward web serial #worm #wardblr #victoria dallon #antares #glory girl #wormblr #worm web serial

[thebibliosphere]

Genuine question about straws - can metal straws cause allergies or other complications? I know that they're impractical when taking things to go and I totally agree that plastic straws should be at least available, but I wonder more for at-home use if metal ones could cause potential problems for guests.

Thanks for asking. Metal straws can definitely cause allergies in some people. I know plenty of people that react to stainless steel because of the small quantities of nickel in it.

They are also an extreme health risk for anyone who might suffer from motion coordination issues or seizures, as if we jerk suddenly or slip, we can knock our teeth out or severely damage the soft tissue in our mouth.

I can't tell you the number of times I gouged the roof of my mouth trying to use metal straws. They also conduct heat, which can be dangerous and cause burns, which also happened to me more than once even though I was sure my drink was cool enough.

Metal straws are also inflexible, so even when they have the "dip" at the top they are not always the right shape for some people's mouths, and don't help with the risk of aspiration. Silicone has the advantage there, but silicone is also prone to micro-bacterial films building up on the inside of the straw, even when you think you are cleaning them properly, so is not an option for those with compromised immune systems.

Single-use plastic really is the only safe option for many people, so if you're concerned I'd recommend having a stash on hand so no one is excluded. Doesn't have to be a lot. It's not like they go bad. Just enough to make sure anyone who might need one has the option. Those of us who NEED plastic straws often bring our own, but sometimes things happen and we get caught out, and having access to them can mean the difference between being able to hydrate or risking choking/dehydrating.

Hope that helps!

#the straw discourse

[vodrae]

I already didn't plan to buy suicide squad kill the Justice League but AMONG being for now the canon ending of the Arkham verse and being worst in any way TEN years later, graphics, gameplay, I swear I almost had a seizure when I saw videos.

I can't forgive what they have done to Batman. First because of what they have done to the Arkhamverse, widely regarded as the best super heros saga in video game ever, and City being considered the magnum opus of this gender

Second for what they have done to Batman in a general manner, is that too much to respect a character that has been around and loved for 80 years and respect his legacy ? What he means to people.

And most importantely, is this what you do with the final perfomance of Kevin Conroy ? The man who will always be Batman ? Killing his last apparition after a snark comment by Harley Quinn ? A bullet in the head in a park ?

30 years of services to finish not only the Arkham Verse but Kevin Conroy legacy in a bad loot and shoot, filled with micro transactions and this level of disrespect ?

Oh yeah and for the head of scenarists if Joker is doing the shit he's doing it's because he will stop when he'll find his true self, whereas in THE SAME UNIVERSE, it's been told very clearly he wants to fight forever with Batman and the opposite is true too.

#batman #batfamily #batfam #dc comics #dc #dcu #dc universe #suicide squad #suicide squad kill the justice league #harley quinn #kevin conroy #justice league

[caffedrine]

Having played both routes for Gilbert, do you think Emma's feelings in the end are genuine or more like Stockholm Syndrome?

TL:DR Gilbert and Emma have a very unhealthy relationship. It should not be idealized or emulated by anyone, healthy or even unhealthy. Strive to be a better person than Gilbert, if not for yourself, then at least for those around you.

So, I went down the rabbit hole of Stockholm Syndrome, which has some very interesting articles, including those that suggest it has a misogynistic basis. Essentially, the concern is that it is a catch-all to silence victims’ voices. What the victims say doesn’t matter, because they’re all delusional, their own thoughts and sense of agency are meaningless because they’re suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. On that note, can anyone name a man who is an example of someone suffering from Stockholm syndrome?

While I do want to give a definite answer on whether or not Emma is suffering from Stockholm syndrome, I worry if the question itself is the right question to ask, and if it ignores Emma’s sense of agency in Gilbert’s route.

One of the reasons I appreciate Gilbert’s version of Emma is that she has a strong sense of agency and the ability to make her own decisions. While she has no choice but to entertain Gilbert as his ‘friend’, she chooses to be genuine, and try to make peace between Rhodolite and Obsidian possible. When she is confronted with being sent into exile or sent to Obsidian as Gilbert’s hostage, Emma decides to confront Gilbert head-on and go to Obsidian. She has a line that it’s not about what he’s promised in the treaty they are finalizing, but one last opportunity to see her ideals through. While in Obsidian, Emma continues to make rational decisions, even though I personally don’t agree with all of them.

On choking: Yes, that was total bullshit for Gilbert/Cybrid. Still, after reading how Emma responded afterward, I don’t think she was traumatized by it (even if she probably should, for her own safety). She appears to still have her own sense of agency and makes rational decisions that I do not necessarily agree with. The feelings of love she has for Gilbert don’t seem to arise from a need to cope with her situation or appeal to Gilbert to keep him from hurting her. Rightly or wrongly, Emma sees their similarities and thinks she understands Gilbert’s motivations. Whether or not you agree with her, whether or not you think Gilbert is worthy of them, I think this Emma's love for Gilbert is genuine.

There is a scene where Emma doesn’t divulge all the information about Obsidian/Gilbert to Chevalier. I think this is not her being hostile towards Rhodolite, but her accepting her role as someone who is on Obsidian’s side and has to safeguard the country first. I don’t think this is a trauma response.

So, overall, I don’t think that Emma is showing signs of Stockholm Syndrome.

That isn’t to say that she and Gilbert are in a healthy relationship.

Gilbert has most of Cybird’s classic yandere traits: He’s possessive of Emma’s time and attention, he gets jealous when she spends too much time with other people, he has been making Michael stalk her since they were teens, and his emotions for her are all twisty. He loves and hates her, he’s repulsed and attracted to her, just to name a few. It's impossible for him to be in a healthy relationship at this point.

Don't you just love the yandere?

A quick note about choking:

It’s never acceptable for your partner to do this to you, or for you to do it to your partner without permission. Even with permission, it should not be done; choking someone has been shown to cause micro seizures in their brain, damaging it. In short, even surviving choking has lasting detrimental effects on the victim’s outcome, some of which may take years to manifest.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert spoilers #ikepri spoilers

[clarepreed]

Order subject to change; micro stories might happen.

1. "Beached" - Leonie is struggling to adapt to life on the surface, but those concerns are pushed to the side when she finds an unfamiliar mermaid beached on the rocks. Unique resuscitation methods.

2. Standalone resus story poll. TBA.

3. "Don't Sweat It" - Ginnie visits Holly overnight and experiences a dangerous medication interaction. Hurt/comfort. 🏳️‍🌈

4. Standalone resus story from poll. TBA.

5. "Cheating Death" - Larissa receives pictures and video of Mitchell having an affair with another woman and the stress has a deleterious effect on her health. Seizure, drowning, on-site resuscitation, hurt/comfort.

6. Surprise resus story! 😘

❤️Clare

#resus writing

[charlemane]

thinking about the purring vulcan fanon and spones...

spock recuperating from whatever in the med bay and OFC he would never ever do anything as UNDIGNIFIED as PURRING in front of his CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER

at least not while he's conscious

but he's drifting off in this half-sleep state and despite everything, on a bone-deep level he knows that he is safe here, and he is cared for, and he is among people he cares about

and then he wakes up and bones is just? staring at him? and bones, having no sufficient medical texts about human-vulcan hybridology, which isn't even a THING except for this one guy, is like. are you broken. were you having a special vulcan continuous micro-seizure. what the fuck was that.

and spock, being a BITCH ASS LIAR, is like "well, doctor, vulcan anatomy is especially evolved with a stress response that has served to help us keep ourselves clean of the sand of our desert planet by emanating low vibrations through our bodies. i am surprised that it was triggered in this instance, but it must be because being in this medbay with you is approximately as unpleasant as being stuck in a sandstorm on the planet vulcan"

later mccoy gets the whole story from m'benga and laughs for two weeks straight

#spones #tos #spock #bones #sometimes a ship is two grown ass men being bitches to each other bc they can't admit they're in love #(don't try that irl)

[golden-girl-daisy]

Baileys not having a good day today. She’s had at least 20 micro seizures today and the vet put her on a third seizure medication. They said it’ll probably take three days to fully kick in and get the seizures to totally stop so send her some love.

#bailey the golden girl #dog #golden retriever #mixed breed #mutts #medical talk #poor baby #in bed

[oppaihun]

Good health news: we don’t think I’m having micro seizures or anything like that but probably atypical migraines and that’s why I can’t feel my face at random times

Bad news: my b12 levels are double the norm and I’m scared to ask how bad that is

[germanpostwarmodern]

Also for church architecture in Germany the seizure of power of the National Socialists in 1933 was a turning point: the tender blossoms of modern church architecture were cut off and, surprisingly in a „Führerstaat“, replaced by traditional designs. As a result the churches, architects and parishes had little to draw on after the end of WWII and the Nazi regime. In the immediate postwar years a considerable number of conferences were held, ideas voiced and discussions led that provided input but not a concrete conception of the postwar church, irrespective whether Catholic or Protestant. Therefore architects and parishes often negotiated future church buildings among themselves, only regulated by the territorial church and the funds available.

In the city of Hamburg, heavily hit by allied bombs, the two decades between 1950 and 1970 was characterized by a boom in the construction of churches that yielded great variety in terms of layout, construction methods and materials used.

In „Dächer der Hoffnung - Kirchenbau in Hamburg 1950-1970“, published in 1995, the Lutheran church in Hamburg took a retrospective look at these boom years: the book contains a selection of churches representing the variety forms designed by architects like Friedhelm Grundmann, Joachim Matthaei or Gerhard Langmaack. But despite the formal and material variations, and that is striking, there rarely is an exception to the longitudinal disposition. This reluctance to experiment with e.g. a central-plan is contextualized in the chapters preceding the catalogue of churches: in a concise overview of the societal standing of religion and the church as institution after WWII the reader is able to understand the difficult situation of an at least partly corrupted organization. From this status resulted a focus on the essential, i.e. the word and the church building as a space of reflection, devotion and reclusion. These characteristics are reflected by the selected churches and underscore the particular earnesty and austerity of the Hamburg Lutherans.

„Dächer der Hoffnung“ offers an interesting micro perspective on the particular genesis, qualities and context of postwar church architecture in Hamburg.

#nachkriegsmoderne #nachkriegsarchitektur #architektur #hamburg #church architecture #religious architecture #architecture book #book

[blankdblank]

The White Dove Pt 35 - Kanelbulle, the Menace and the Spanish Inquisition

... Masterlist ...

Still pushing through a rough week, but the fun story-wise continues. As always would love to hear what you might think of how the story is going or what you might think could be coming up around the corner. Sending warm wishes to your corners of the world and hope all is going well there.

Oh, and if you wouldn't mind would you consider this story crack fic? Been told that it's when things drift outside the realm of possibility, but it's for Marvel, anything can happen. So let me know what you think if it would qualify or not, I know a fair bit of my ideas can be out there but not sure if it measures up to that tag. Trying to make sure the story is tagged right so I might draw in more interest and possibly some feedback. :)

****....****

Thursday and Friday you had off, and after distraction days prior in the decathlon team meeting costumed and painted from the game with the half marching band uniformed team behind you into a sea of bodies at Columbia you led the way. For a puzzling sight your tigress self found your table to set up the project you had brought for this competition. Still after all you had done a lengthy description and stream of questions came from them on the several use smart watch like device that would help blind users or those hard of seeing, and possibly on a simpler area to translate things audibly into other languages.

Navigation, item descriptions by means of using installed scanning micro camera lens, text to speech also using scanner for item to translate, atmospheric changes to warn of weather trouble on its way to find cover and even a means of location to ping for help if an injury occurred paired with button alert if they found themselves unable to talk. Designs of what you couldn’t get to yet also had adaptations for those who could not speak or even those who are epileptic to warn of symptom of an impending seizure and alert for help. Several devices inspired at first by ways you had thought up possible gadgets to help Daredevil while Misique was on a mini exploration trip.

During the questioning that seemed to gain little ground, that had Eddie on the side with a second reporter who he bragged to on the project that wanted the scoop on. Having a legally blind sister he helped to look after, a new invention of a Queens local always seemed to draw in attention so this wouldn’t get pushed aside, the rest of your team accepted the offered tour of Dr Connor’s experiment.

A sneak peek of what the famed scientist was working on under the paycheck of Oscorp was stolen. Though irritatingly in second place you held a ridiculous melon sized crystal bull statue beside the gold statue wielding winner, who invented essentially a lego sized taser that could be marketed to parents of little kids for self protection, had you about ready to bash him over the head at the dangerous ways that could go wrong. But the military rep you knew fairly well was intrigued and surely greased the wheels mid judging.

All you could do was keep a straight face and wait until you could rejoin your group and brother’s side, focused only on how Michelle Jones had kept stealing looks Peter’s way as he rubbed the back of his neck mid conversation with Ned about a project table nearby. “I won the bull,” you said to Eddie in the beginnings of the talk with his fellow reporter to fill out your part of the story after his having spoken to everyone else, including the winner.

Isaiah curiously had been talking to another student himself but broke off to give you a side hug in pride to see that you at least were walking away with something for your hard work on top of the nightly ballet shows five times a week. Though focus on them wouldn’t last long as you had to head home and ready for the suddenly decided dinner with Eddie at the Stacy’s home.

.

“Hi,” you said with a grin to Mrs Stacy who grinned back at your emerald plaid sweater dress clad self.

“Hello, come on in, Pluto.” From the covered container in your hand she looked over your stockings that mid thigh were shown to be sheer then right above the knee were solid black to blend into your black heeled booties. The silver shorts seen under the skirt matched Eddie’s shirt he paired with black jeans and his nicer grey velour dress boots for this odd occasion as you lifted the container, “You brought food?”

“Kanelbulle,” you answered and caught her eye after a second look at the container, “Cinnamon buns. Gwen said you and Mr Stacy like cinnamon, it was this or Applekaka, which is Swedish apple cake, but she said your youngest has a thing with apples.”

“Yes, thank you, you didn’t have to bring anything.”

Eddie said, “It’s a family thing, always bring food. Plus we are working our way through this huge book on Scandinavian recipes we’re weeding out for allergies and, it has been a blast.” Smiling as they shook hands. “Eddie Brock, heard all about you.”

“Helen,” she answered and gestured her hand to the side, “Come on in.”

“Gwen, your girlfriend is here!” the younger blonde boy darting across the visible living room called out as his darker haired older brother chuckled darting after him to finish putting away their games they had out in the wait for dinner.

“Ya, stop staring at yourself in the mirror!” the latter called out audibly gaining a scoff and opened door for her to reply when they were in their shared hall of bedrooms.

“You know we’re-,” Gwen was heard by you in the shift of your eyes to her father who was adjusting the waistband of his pants having shut off the new version of footloose that had been playing then offered you his hand.

“The infamous Pluto. Nice to have a name with a face. Seen you around town past few years, and on the parade, part of why our Gwennie wanted to join the Color Guard. George.”

“Hi, I brought Kanelebulle.”

“Wow, never had that, can’t wait to try it. Hope you like branzino.” He said making you smirk at him.

“Fish markets were half a mile down the road from my old home. All my friends used to joke we’d have gills by twenty with how much fish we ate.” You said making him chuckle and release your hand to shake Eddie’s.

“Saw the Bugle’s bit on the Duckling. Gwennie’s been meaning to try that same shop, glad you two decided on Italian, they pulled five armed men out of that place, then not even a stone’s throw some of the Kingpin gang punks tossed dressed dummies off the bridge. Maniacs, had thirty calls they tossed two kids off the bridge, had the whole school in an uproar.”

“Dad,” Gwen grumbled and George looked between his freshly arrived daughter, dressed in the purple dress you’d helped her to pick while out shopping, reminding him to not get too into work talk making him grin at Eddie and let his hand go.

“But that’s work talk, we are here for dinner.” He said then asked, “Have you seen the new Footloose?”

“Warning, Bacon alert.” The blonde boy said on his way to help set the table as Mrs Stacy accepted hold of your container to add it to a plate all its own to go beside the mini tart desserts she had picked up to serve.

“Dad’s a fan of Kevin Bacon. We had a healthy discussion of the importance of Footloose earlier before we gave the new adaptation a try.”

“Isn’t that the one where he dances in that warehouse?” you asked and George looked to you curious of your meaning. “Saw that one when I was little, neighbors took to thinking they could fly after that scene, did not go well and several four year olds filled the medical offices for a good week after that.”

Slyly a smirk had spread across his lips and he answered, “Yes, one and the same, seen it since?”

“I have been working through the Tremors series actually, going backwards on his film credits.”

“Well you can’t go wrong with Footloose, let Gwen know when you get to it and we could do a marathon here.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Gwen said and gave her dad a pointed look.

“Ya dad, unspoken bonds don’t meet movie marathon with the family level,” her darker haired brother said and chuckled dodging her huff and pointed glare his way making their dad clear his throat.

“Food’s ready,” Helen said luring you all to the table where you were seated between Eddie and Mr Stacy opposite their three children with both parents on the ends.

Fixing his napkin across his lap to the presentation of the full fish dish served with veggies on each plate George looked your way as you unfolded your napkin, having settled your purse on the chair behind your back. “Call me old fashioned, but two months is an awful long time to be dating.” Eddie immediately stole a glance your way as you looked to Gwen, who was hushed in her try to poke her dad in the arm to stop, “What does my Gwennie bear have to show you she’s girlfriend material.”

“I am sorry,” she mouthed your way and you looked his way, blindly fixing the napkin to lay flat.

“Obviously she always has been, no need to prove that to anyone.”

And he gestured a hand your way saying to Gwen, “See, just like the website said, Swedes don’t date, you’re a couple.” If you weren’t locked between being polite and absolute bewilderment you would have felt bothered at the assumption without even having talked to Gwen about any steps towards courtship.

Conversation between the parents was guided to keep the evening going their opinion of well while Gwen tried to keep her awkward grin from splitting across her face. Rounds of the desserts were served as plates were cleared and swapped for a new set to hold the treats and George asked, “I gotta know, you know her, what’s Misique up to on this trip of hers?”

“Expanding more on the ocean floor,” his brows arched up and you said, “The continents are only about a third of the space taken up on the planet, there are no maps of the ocean floor except for around locations of old mine fields, or where Titanic and other ships rest. Even routes submarines travel we have no footage or proper maps beyond rough estimates based off sonar pings where rock features are.” His head nodded in thought and you said, “Think of it this way, Godzilla, thousands of miles down has ruins of an abandoned civilization where ancient people used to pay homage to him, like the Greeks or Asians with temples to their gods for protection.”

“Whoa, there’s a whole city down there?” he asked leaning in a bit.

“Exactly that, just like rumors of Atlantis. We’ve mapped so little of it and all the use for those maps have been to lay bombs for subs to crash into while we were at war or to hunt for lost treasure or the occasional ship or plane wreck. Plus I’ve seen pictures of his civilization and it is truly spectacular, there could be so much more down there.”

“What about great squids?” the youngest brother asked you making you look his way.

“She has found a few, and some more creatures of the deep not even named yet,”

You said making both the boys say, “Cool.”

“I take it that’s how you bonded, over animals?” He asked and you nodded.

“Amongst other things.”

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A hug and stolen peck on the cheek was your goodbye from Gwen who hurried to go and hide when she was alone with her family again and you were in the hall waiting for the elevator Eddie hit the button to. Once inside he said, “You know, I thought I was the only one to get stuck in this situation.”

“Two months!” you said and asked him, “How have I been a couple for two months?!”

“Okay, we gotta track this back.” He said and you nodded, clearly grateful for the help in this. “Color Guard, she asked you for help so you stay late few times a week. That’s just helpful,” he said then led the way out when the doors opened on the lobby.

“What I thought, part of my team duties.”

“Exactly, coffee after though,” his head tilted to the side and you nodded.

“Borderline,” you agreed.

“Shopping, with a chaperone, could be a date?”

“Slim, but possible.”

“You talk,” he said when you left the building to walk on the street towards the spot where he parked his bike, having promised to take you to a film after the early supper. “Very respectable hours, you enforce good habits, time for studying, no late night up all hours chats. You don’t hold hands,” that had you lift a hand to point at him and he asked, “What?”

“Bridge night, I took her hand after the rainbow shop thing. I thought she was just scared, her heartbeat was wild so I didn’t let go. She kissed my cheek.” You said and at his bike you stopped to accept the helmet he took off the handlebar to give to you. “How do you just not tell someone you’re together? You have to mention it! Sometime! You do the old ‘oh we’re so cute together’ and,” you paused and in a wide eyed stare he was unable to stop himself from smirking.

“What clicked?”

“She asked me about my plans for babies, and where I wanted to live on the bridge.”

“Okay, that’s deep. That’s two months in talk, two months, so that’s got to be shopping day or one of the coffees at least.”

Adding the helmet you asked him, “Do I flirt? Have I been flirting with her all this time?”

“I think you’re being playful, which is different. But she is 14, I mean, that’s a rush of just crazy to be thrown at you, and you’re a 10, 15 if I use my biased scale. She was bound to fall eventually.”

“That’s not funny, I don’t know how to be in a relationship. I’m the older one, I’m supposed to know things. What if she’s gonna expect me to kiss her or something? I don’t even know if I’m just enjoying her company as friends, we just met. She’s 14, I’ve made it two years from that lone dating flub and I still have no idea how to date a 14 year old!”

“Let’s go see the movie, just um, obviously you’re not doing anything wrong, model girlfriend material especially for the parents. So, just keep it friendly, maybe offer an occasional hand hold, but pg should be safe, and if she has any issues she can bring it to the table. Or she’ll huff about it and you can bring up the issue of why she’s huffing and take it from there.”

You sighed and said in adding your helmet, “If I knew it was going to be an official couple meet the parents I would have brought a chocolate sticky cake, makes a better presentation and flavor combination.”

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Scans from your bees had confirmed it, and behind the wide eyed Peter inside of Delmar’s Deli you tried to bring up a conversation in the brief time you had before your show tonight. His entire genetic code had evolved and after a couple days of being without his glasses you made him flinch once again in a try to gain his confidence to understand how he was faring. Clearly one of the spiders had gotten loose and Dr Connors was upset in having to breed another one to replace the initial test subject for those desired uses of its webbing and other bodily functions.

“More fun with Ned today?”

Right around his wide eyed self more hopped than pivoted to face you, now hearing again with his new senses an odd effect to your voice he hadn’t noticed before, as if it was layered to be subdued, as if it wasn’t just this frequency your voice could travel between adding to the honey dripped effect it gave your words. “Ned, no. Um, just, getting a sandwich. Why, what did you think we were up to something?”

“He’s your best friend,” you answered.

“Yes, he is,” Peter said and looked you over, curious about your stained t shirt, converse and jeans that had you shorter than usual without heels on to have him actually look slightly down at you instead of being even for a change. Delmar behind the counter smirked at another odd interaction between the two of you. “He has an appointment.”

“Very convenient. If you were more self conscious and this was a soap opera he’d have a second town and a second best friend hidden somewhere.”

“Oh he would not, he’s miserable with secrets.”

“Or so you think,” you said luring a curious smirk across his lips, “Could be the most marvelous cover you’ve ever seen.”

“Are you, relaxing? There’s a show tonight, right?”

“Yes, been printing off wall panels, have a few supporting beams I have to work into these slots within the wall, had to wiggle out the rest of the beams that were broken off inside the slots around the bite.”

“That, hard? To do?” he asked sheepishly, having like Ned been trying to work up the nerve to ask to see your ship sometime in person. Most of his free time lately had been to gather old computers or appliances to fix and fancy up for sale online and the ship along with your watch more reps were still stupidly ignoring the ingenuity of it work on that ship had him ultimately in awe. You were working on an actual space ship and by what you had recorded so far were having great success at it.

“Seeing as the wing joints shocked me and when I first touched the rudder control it bit me, I would say there’s some risk to it.” You said making him chuckle to himself.

“Need a hand?”

“Two would be useful, the beams are fifty pounds a piece.”

“That’s, is it supposed to be fifty pounds each?”

“After wiggling the remaining bits out I weighed them and measured the space on the bite, and scanning through where the beams would be on the other side of the hull to have exact measurements.”

That had him nod, “Weight of what’s missing compared to how much you have and it gives you fifty. Not bad. How many beams are there?”

“They’re half a foot apart, eight, to help support the panels. Then I have to layer that with a series of netting around the border of the torn metal to smooth and weld the rolled bits to it to make fitting the new pieces there smoother.”

“I wouldn’t have the first clue how to fix a boat. That is wild you know that.”

“What’s wild is the Escher like mast. It folds like gears in layers but expands and has thinner supporting woven patterns in between to lock it together. Can’t find trace of wires and it’s kind of like a magnetic force to lock them together when they’re expanded, but there’s no magnets.”

“Unless it’s like some alien metal that only bonds to itself?”

“Tried that. Unless it has something to do with the engine and its star engine core that maybe zaps it then after it bonds to itself once expanded.”

“Star core, so cool.” He said then turned for his turn to request food.

Not long after with food in hand he was able to circle the ship as you readied the beams. Sight of you moving them to the deck then you carrying each one to wiggle with down the space around the mast had him stand on the ship to ask, “Wouldn’t there be a hatch to get down there?”

“I’m certain there is, I just haven’t located it yet.”

“But, there’s a giant hole in the side of the ship. You could climb in there.”

Halfway down the space again with another beam you paused to look at him, weight supported by one palm on the deck, “Now that would be just rude. If you inexplicably grew a second belly button on your bicep I wouldn’t go sticking my finger in it. The hull will be patched one day when I get enough scale panels printed.”

Smirking to himself he watched you pop down then did himself to move the chair so he could reach as you moved all the beams beside the gaping hole. “Hey,” you said crouching to ease the final beam in place across your lap readying to lift it snapping his eyes right to your shadow encased nervous self. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” he said with a chuckle, “You’re letting me help you work on a space ship. Ask me anything.”

The two foot thick, half foot tall beam that stretched longer than the gap was lifted on one side to line it up with the opening groove for it along the wall of the hull, and you asked, “You’ve seen me with Gwen, do, we seem, couply?”

The other end of the beam was lifted on his raised palms to help with the alignment in making it level, “You are a couple.”

“I get that,” you said beginning to wiggle the subtly curved beam that just barely had enough space to get it to go deeper. “I’m ace, I don’t really get the whole hormone and, social dating scheme.”

“Oh,” he said and at the lock of the beam in place you both eyed the other side and he shifted to face the other way to begin to wiggle it back the other way, “Well you seem happy, both of you. Really a lot of girls have been sighing and complaining their boyfriends aren’t as understanding or give them as much support or space for free time.”

“I suppose that’s a good thing then. Hard to know, how I’m perceived outside of being odd.” You continued to wiggle the beam in to the liquid chalk line you measured to have it lined up as it should compared to the other side to by symmetrical.

“You know, we’re all odd ducks,” he said letting the beam go to move his arms at his sides as you readied the next one. “And besides, like that Dr Seuss quote, ‘You have to be odd, to be number one.’ Aunt May got me that on a poster when I was little. Or Alice in Wonderland, best people being mad and all that. Everyone who creates something has to be a bit odd.”

“You get a lot of motivational speeches don’t you?” you asked and he chuckled.

“That obvious?”

“Welcome to the boat Skipper. Eddie loves himself a good motivational quote of the day calendar, even got an app on his phone to have it pop up each day.” Up into the groove the next was wiggled to slide in to be wiggled the way back to the chalk lines, two more were added until Eddie in his return grinned in being a taller set of hands to help you finish the job off.

Rolled up the honeycomb metal netting was held by Eddie with heat resistant gloves so you could curve and arch it to weld, with the visor on as Peter finished off his meal the support around the edges of the hole. A break was taken to allow you to finish your meal as Eddie used the welding torch on a lower heat to warm the metal that had rolled outward the most to hammer as flat as possible against the netting.

After your food was gone scans of the partial scales that were already taken to see if they were lined up level to be able to take the layer above it to be added. A test that when Peter was gone you could come back later to manipulate the metal in it to lay flatter than Eddie was capable to work it; the hole with gaps between beams didn’t look much better.

But at least the support there showed progress that online in the comments would have mini explosions of glee at what you were capable of getting done in the small break you had today to get it done. Now with a backing there even ship builders knew that gradually if you wouldn’t have time for long sessions scales could be layered to keep progress to attain float and watertight status in no time.

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While news of your show had put the gym trips on a sparser schedule the few times you did see him since apparently the confirmation of your relationship with Gwen, a certain billionaire’s son seemed to have something brewing inside that head of his now there was an official competition to your free time. Norman at least as Dr Connors was gaining ground on his research was pleasantly distracted from tries to poach any and all ideas possible from you in each time you spoke.

But halfway through November your main focus was to keep everything on an even keel to ensure you completed the obligated shows to the end of December to gain several thousands to sit on like a tiny dragon with a scaled down mighty hoard of savings. Until you had to spend it on school and other expenses to cover until you could legally play poker and gain some serious funds on the side. You just had to agree to have a study group with Harry this week to calm his worry on spare attentions all his own on top of gym trips.

‘Green Cackler Spotted’

Across headlines the arrival of a new villain in town above your heads in the streets that ran over the subway a battle was raging. One you bore no energy to pay no mind to as beside a pillar you stood nodding off in wait for the train to take you home. Others down here amongst the just swarm of masses, including those with children, escaping the waging battle above tried to distract said children and one another with small talk or stolen glances your way at one oblivious to muffled crashes, blasts and explosions. Somewhere between sleep and dreams bees kept sharing bits of what was around you a telling ring of metal across concrete had your eye crack.

Bomb, gold and green a triple beep warning to a boom split your eyes and had those around you group up with nowhere else to go. Up above, the yet to be named green menace, had thrown that and Captain America had knocked it away with his shield down here. Out of his way and right into yours. The golden shell split open and a telling scream of explosives had your eyes snap open, glittering yellow and around a pair of small children and the pillar you moved, hands glowing to cast a barrier and convert the energy of said blast.

Too fast to see the glow of the hatted and thickly coated body let them know of the name of who had prevented this disaster. But right in the heart of a smaller sort of mushroom blast they stood in silence watching the swirl of green get lost in the frenzied glittering yellow pulses of energy to burst not just here but all through the state subway system. Too much energy was left over and without thought over the surfaces of every subway center a thin layer of vibranium was spread, packed trains and rails alike stained in various colors. Enhancing the electrical system and adding guarding bee monitors and barriers to protect people in the future from danger of crimes and weather alike should it flood like it had two years ago.

The glow lingered and through the opening of the subway stations more bodies took it as a sign of safety or merely less danger than where they were at and raced there away from the Star Spangled Avenger and his backup. Out of the nearest exit to their damage a swarm of bees only enforced the fact of who was down there on its path to Black Widow’s back. Off her thigh when it warped to be a crude silhouette of Misique cast with projections to show your mask a handgun was pulled, aimed and fired dropping her jaw at what you had done. One shot, straight through Captain America’s back and out his chest lodged into the chest of the green menace dropping him off of his glider.

To a knee Cap dropped in a half twist to see who had shot him. Back to Nat the bees gave the gun, more dropping it in front of her with little care if she caught it or not. And his pained gaze scanned over the small swarm who pointed to the subway opening now growing dimmer to reveal the lingering wave of smoke pooling out of it from the explosion, speaking together an imitation of Misique’s voice, “There are children down there.” They split apart and faded in the stunned silence as the Avengers could see the people they had put in danger and buildings they had broken by means of ‘helping’ the city.

Down below long as you could you held consciousness. All the same, once that single gunshot was fired down to your sides your hands dropped and knees gave out to have your collapsing self be encased with all the bees forming the barrier. Every inch of you was covered, hat held on by their numbers down to the soles of your boots with bag bee coated and pressed to your belly.

Awkwardly on a shoulder you had landed to give off a sort of pop, the telling sound of that joint dislocating upon impact to your bees, and out of the stunned masses locked in silence a man split from his huddled group. The one with the girls you moved around. Off his back his rather expensive outer jacket was removed to be bunched and in a creep closer to ease the bee coated head up to slide the jacket under it. Buzzing and flicked wings of the bees nestling to cover every inch ensured by layer upon layer of them like a cocoon they would stand guard keeping watch over every body that would pass by until you could wake up and stumble home again. And just in case two wiggled down into your boot to hit the ping box to call for Eddie to come and find you or contact through Venom another Symbiote to do so.

Back atop his glider the menace pounced, blood spilling down his chest plate to soar his way down into the subway. Cackles to the crowds there would be recorded as his reaction to finding a bee encased body. Up into his arms he hoisted you up, having sent out an electrical type of pop rocks that fizzled and caused the arguing masses to halt their try to save you and just watch and wait until they could be told it was safe to come out. Out of the subway he flew, over the heads of the Avengers, granting only a glimpse when a few layers of the bees broke off the arm that fell into view flashing a couple rings Hawkeye recognized at once.

“That’s Pluto,” he muttered and shouldered his bow to race for the bike Cap had shown up on. Close behind War Machine thwarted drones and gas to try and keep on his tail while Stark, who was out of town, sent empty Iron Man suits to try and help the tracking. Only to lose sight of him beyond lower Brooklyn in a wonky wobbly path all over New  York. Through the streets of Manhattan Clint was the closest, tracing any sign of bodies of passers by he could ask for sign of where the menace had gone to. Steve meanwhile by Nat was being hoisted up into and then out of a vehicle to carry him to Stark Tower to get medical attention for his punctured lung and severed artery.

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 Soft and low a grumble left your lips as you opened your eyes splitting the bees above you to coat the lounge you were on continuing their patrol as you brought out your phone. “Eddie,”

“Sis, what’s going on? Ping box went off and internet is saying Cap blew up the subway in uptown then got shot.”

“I was in the subway, I guess the Cap part is true, knocked a bomb down into the subway. I passed out but the hive says green menace took me,” up off your back you lifted painfully to look around the room only to stop at the giant portrait of Norman Osborn. “I’m in Osborn’s house. Menace left me here then took off.”

“I can have Phage and Shriek out there if you need them. I’m still out in Pennsylvania but I can fly back.”

“I can get home. Focus on your story. I’m just tired, got my hive.”

“You call me if you need anything at all.”

“I will. Text you when I get home.”

“Soon as I get home I’m killing that green bastard.” You hung up as he did, pocketing your phone to ease your tired legs off the lounge to force yourself upright. Airborne the bees formed groups to give you something to hold yourself up to get to the door. Quietly you eased the handle to crack it open enough to have a trio of bees scan the room in case the menace was out there. You needed something to eat, and you assumed Harry at least would be understanding if some food was used to be replaced later on, so to the kitchen you aimed yourself. Marble floors tried to give hint you were there in numb footed echoing steps to the next ornate wood paneling on pillars or door frames.

“What do you have?” you muttered and gathered a couple apples and found an unused container of cream cheese near to expiration you added and claimed the unused bagels surely bought at the same time far harder than they ought to be for enjoyment. A dagger from your waist when you set your bag on the counter was brought out so over a paper towel you tore from the roll near to the sink you cut the apples up then sheathed it again. The lid was removed and silver film pulled back to scoop the fruit in the topping for a hopeful burst of sugar to help power your legs to get the distance home. Around the apple slice you grumbled however as your phone rang again.

One handed it was brought out to read who disturbed your snack, “Hey, Lt Rhodes.” You said answering the call once you saw who it was. Wondering what he wanted from you as it was too coincidental to be something causal at this hour.

“Where are you right now?”

“Oddly enough, I’m in Norman Osborn’s house, stealing some of his food.” And before he could ask you say, “I woke up on the chaise, and I really don’t know much else.”

“Pluto I need you to stay put,” he tells the team, “She’s at Norman Osborn’s house, Misique must have dropped her there taking on the menace.”

The lights suddenly came on halting your chew of the next slice of apple you had coated in the topping. To the door your head snapped, where Harry froze seeing you in the sea of bee coated counters and cupboards, having woken up to news that the menace had stolen away with a woman from the subway. Into the phone after swallowing you said, “I’m gonna have to call you back,”

“Don’t you hang up! Pluto!”

“Pluto?” Harry asks curiously.

“I, um, I have the military on the phone, um,” you said making Harry smirk curiously.

“Pluto the tower has a helipad, right? Do you see one?”

And you shift the phone to ask, “There’s a helipad here right?”

“Yes,” he said moving closer.

“Yes,” you say then say to Harry, “Something happened in the subway, big explosion and some green guy picked me up and I woke up on your lounge, and am now stealing your food.”

That had him chuckle and say, “I’ll make you something better to eat than cream cheese,” he said smiling as he moved to the fridge. “Welcome here anytime.”

“Pluto we’ll be there in three minutes.” Rhodey said and you simply covered your face with a hand.

“Sure, just, sure.”

“You alright, did you hit your head?”

“I’m just really tired. Just got off work, Harry’s making me something to eat.”

“Good, we’re gonna get you fed and looked after and then back home don’t you worry.”

You lowered your phone muting it as you whispered, “I really wish they’d stop saying that.”

Harry chuckled asking, “Say what?”

“Don’t worry. I’m not worried, I’m tired fell asleep on the subway and got carried off by some green guy after the whole place exploded. I have nothing to be worried about.” You said making him chuckle again as you lifted the phone you un-muted to Rhodey’s next question.

A bacon and egg based so called ‘power smoothie’ he swore by was whipped up and pressed together as a helicopter was seen to be flying closer to the tower. In one go you downed the drink and settled the glass in the sink restraining a grimace while saying, “Thank you, Harry, and sorry, I’ll pay you back for the food.”

On your shoulders he rested his hands, trying not to notice the swollen shoulder internally he questioned, “Take as much food as you want here any time. Obviously we have more than enough.” His grin spread saying, “Next time go for the good stuff.” As you collected your purse and hat he said, “I’ll show you to the helipad.”

Rhodey beside the helicopter landed to watch you walk out of the double doors towards the two soldiers who climbed out of the door to help your notable self into the vehicle. The closer you got eyes settled on the swarm of bees that latched onto your bag, arms and back and into your braided hair to keep close to you. All of whom they moved to cover your front to crawl under your jacket so you could sit back against the seat, hands one at the door helped to keep you level on the way inside.

Off the ground it lifted to start the flight to the base where you built the Blackhowls. Over the radio Rhodey stated he was going to keep looking for the menace in one more sweep of New York and his usual haunts where he had been spotted. And the men on either side of you over the headset they put on your head kept you awake between the clear urge of your body to go to sleep as you kept nodding off.

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“Okay, basic checkup, were you injured?” the Medic asked turning your head to the smear of blood down your arm.

“That’s not mine. Must be from the green guy.”

“Can we take your coat to swab that?” you nodded and grimaced in the shrug out of your arm parting lips on him and his Nurse seeing the bees across your chest and belly. “We got bees.” Shaking his head he looked to the SHIELD agent along the wall with hold of the leather jacket by the neck they handed over, “Menace blood is on the right sleeve. They’re gonna want that.” They hurried to call that in and make use of some sample kits to go over your jacket for traces of ways to track the menace in and out of his armor.

The Nurse asked, “You do know you’re covered with bees?”

“Yes, they’ll fade when I get home. They won’t hurt anyone.”

The Medic however in a shift around your back till he was back in front of you he eyed your shoulders and asked, “Does your shoulder hurt?”

“I think it’s dislocated. Felt too stiff earlier to pop back in when I woke up,” with warning he shifted the neck of your baggy sweater to see the clearly swollen shoulder.

“Let’s get your weight and we can finish the basic exam and get that popped back in for you.”

Even with the bees you could about feel their displeasure at you being 72 pounds hanging in the air and onto a reclined table you were moved to have your blood pressure checked same as your lungs and heart. Back onto your back you were helped and the bees moved to coat the wall so they could ready to check your arm. One hand rested on top of your shoulder as the Medic laid your arm over the top of his other arm, his eyes swept over you in the steady exhale you gave stirring a stunning limpness in your arm. Just a twitch of your brows together was the response to the snap of the shoulder back into socket. “This happen often?”

“Chaos follows me. Land on my left a good deal.” You said making him smirk to himself.

“I’m gonna rotate your arm and check your other arm before we move onto your legs.” A few times the Nurse had to tap your arm to stop you from nodding off. Eyes and head were checked next when he was sure your legs were fine, “You didn’t hit your head, did you?”

“No, just tired. My night off. I have school, the shows I’m in, work,” into a raised fist you yawned and kept trying to keep awake with a few spare blinks. “I fell asleep in the subway and I woke up in Norman Osborn’s house with the bees. Not sure what happened.”

Lowly the Doctor chuckled to the Nurse stating, “Well you missed a doozy. Apparently Cap knocked a bomb into the subway, Misique was down there, she stopped the bomb and went up to shoot through Cap’s back to hit the menace. He fell off his glider but popped back on and flew down to grab you. Best we were told Misique’s chasing him down and dropped you at Osborn’s, do you know them well?”

“He says we’re friends.”

The Medic said, “That makes sense then. Why she dropped you there. Plenty of beds there I bet. And now off your jacket we have a blood sample to track him down.” Off your neck he asked, “Any issues lately on top of fatigue? You are severely underweight, I do want to talk about that as well. Just gonna check your bowel sounds,” he said removing his stethoscope from his neck to out on.

“I have a bad reaction to shellfish and other foods. Stomach is just in torment for days after, that and other foods, got a meal from a neighbor and it,” you sighed, “Took the wind out of my sails, that on top of a nasty bout of allergies I just couldn’t keep much in my system. I get sick and it seems I take twice as much in to have to get better again. Been getting better, my brother’s been helping me with five pound bags of tater tots and chili. I eat nine times a day, two big meals and small snacks so I’m not facing an eating disorder. I get that often, I just have to keep eating and I’ll gain that weight back easy.”

“Your parents have history of digestion issues?” he asked listening to your belly then moved to hang the stethoscope behind his neck again.

“Mom had Wilson’s Disease and Chorea,” you said parting his lips, “Dad had kidney disease. He said he used to get sick when he was little too, but we didn’t get into his full history. I would have to call Sweden and Norway for his medical records for more.”

“Well if there are issues like this frequently you might want to have a Doctor do more thorough tests on your digestive system. I’m gonna palpate your belly, tell me if anything hurts. And after this we’re gonna get you some tater tots and chili.”

Amusement of the large supply of tots was traded for the more worrisome sight of you hooked to a heart monitor atop a spare bed to get a nap until it was cleared for you to be taken home. Over the top of you like a blanket the bees coated you, buzzing in conversation while keeping Eddie up to date on progress of the task of returning you home.

Rhodey, upon arrival into the building he found the medic asking, “How’s Pluto?”

“For the most part intact, aside from a dislocated shoulder no injuries. Said she fell asleep on the subway and just woke up in Osborn’s house.”

“That’s good,” he said and let out a breath, “What else?”

“Other than the fact she’s 72lbs.”

Rhodey shook his head and let out a chuckle, “She says she eats nine times a day. I’ve seen her eat myself she’s like a tiny linebacker.”

“Well she said she had a bad reaction to something a neighbor gave her, and said allergies on top of that she just burned through all she was able to eat, and wasn’t able to keep much in her system. She’s small and under a great deal of stress, mentioned school, work, a show and I know she builds planes too. If there is any sign of digestive trouble or inability to keep weight on she needs deeper testing, said she doesn’t have a full history of her parents but her dad said he got sick as a kid like she did. We gave her tater tots and chili and she’s napping now. When is she gonna be able to go home? Apparently the bees won’t leave her till she gets there.”

Rhodey soaked all that in saying, “Misique does keep a good eye on her. Won’t be long now. Which room is she in?”

“End of the hall.” The medic nodded his head towards the barely lit room where Clint could be seen in the crack of light from the mostly shut door seated in a hunch forward watching the numbers and lines on the screen dance in odd patterns he couldn’t make sense of.

“Clint,” Rhodey said in his quiet step into the room. “Fury said her building has been cleared, we can take her home.”

“I think she’s having nightmares.” Again the numbers danced up to grow closer to a warning level that would set off an alarm that caused the bees on your chest and arms to spiral and together buzz in what seemed like a too fast to be believed ripple of light around their tiny legs and wings before your numbers leveled out. “They keep doing that.” You weren’t having nightmares however. They were ensuring you didn’t spark up as while you slept part of the hive was already tracing the pathway of the menace to show inside Oscorp a bloody Norman on the security footage dragging himself towards a gas chamber to burst out again cackling with a crude scar across his chest where you had shot him.

“The hive is talking,” you sighed causing the men to look at you, having assumed you were deep in sleep locking them in wonder on how to wake you safely from said nightmares. Opening your eyes you said, “Helping Misique track green guy down.” Off his seat Clint stood to help you sit up with your jacket on his shoulder.

“Jacket’s been cleaned off. When she finds him we’ll be able to lock him down for life.”

Rhodey said, “Heard you’re underweight. Stomach issues.”

“I feel better now I’ve eaten and with a nap. I have a sensitive stomach, after that clears it’s easy to bulk up again.”

Clint asked, “Glucose? One of my boys had that as a baby.”

“No, shellfish. And some other foods. Off results I’ve gotten I don’t fit all the signs to what illnesses I can find in medical books.”

“Either way, let’s get you home and we’ll be checking in on your stomach to make sure you are past your stomach issues. Gotta keep you in good health now.”

“Let me guess, your engineers are still afraid to blow themselves up working on my Blackhowls?” you asked making the duo smirk as you eased off the table and eased on the jacket to take hold of your bag and hat.

“The team likes to see you and you know it. Part of the team.”

Clint at the waiting truck asked you as he climbed in behind you, “So Misique’s back in town? For good this time?”

“Supply run. No sign of any more hidden bases, did find a giant golden statue buried in the sand a friend in Spain is going to help grease some wheels in getting inspectors for one of their museums.”

“I thought museums loved that sort of thing.”

“Well, when it comes to gold that’s another matter. Could just melt it down and pool it back into the economy. I mean the face looks like King Phillip, but that’s just my guess, and anything from that era seems to be alluring. And if they won’t take it I’m certain France would love to add to their museums.”

“Or you could just ask her for it.” Clint joked.

“I don’t feel so fondly about King Phillip to have a golden statue of him.”

“Think of it more as a college fund,” he said making you giggle to his second chuckle.

“Do have to admit seeing his face on the footage reminded me of that Monty Python skit, ‘Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition.’”

“Classic,” Rhodey said and they both chuckled now turning the conversation to the classic comedy team for the rest of the ride.

Pt 36

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Nona the Ninth, Chapter 26

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(Fourth House icon)(1) In which Nona says a proper goodbye.

They all pile into people-moving trucks We Suffer brought, Kiriona playing dead again over Pyrrha's shoulder. WS has medics evaluate Cam, but they declare they can't do any better. Cam tries to reject pain meds, while Pal suggests they fill her to the gills.

Nona had never seen Camilla so meek or malleable. It was like all the times she had ever seen Camilla happy, all at once.(2)

There's debate over who's to ride with Kiriona, as WS doesn't want everyone in one truck. Cam and Pal split themselves up, with Cam winking surreptitiously at Nona as she says they need some space(3) so she'll go with the prince.

Pash, on the other hand, takes one look at Kiriona Gaia, says fuck that, and gets in Nona's truck with everyone else.(4) Crown asks Pal if he can do anything to help Judith. Pal says he can't do it in this body, but that Judith is having micro-seizures. They hope she keeps fighting a little longer.

WS asks Pal about the shuttle, and he tells her it's secure, which Nona admires the absolute truth of. He asks her about the Oversight Body, and she has good and neutral news. Merv Wing has been storing them in the underground tunnels, moving them constantly to avoid detection.

“How many underground sites—” began Palamedes, but Nona’s neck had gone stiff of its own accord. Her short-term memory, never very good, had developed a sharp picture in her head: she could hear a high, frightened voice saying fucking nuts man, fucking nutter; she could taste little green fruits.(5)

WS and Pal continue discussing, and Pal doesn't quite believe that they've just been driving these trucks around this whole time.

“Classic Blood of Eden move,” said Pyrrha. “Fucking insane, surprisingly effective, relies on a lot of soldiers pissing in a lot of bottles.” Our Lady of the Passion made a sound that, to Nona, was unmistakably a laugh, and obviously hated herself for this so much that she curled up into her seat and glared all around at everyone.(6)

WS moves her computer and crosses her legs, and Nona observes internally that WS sits like she's sitting something much prettier, and until recently Nona would have tried to imitate it, but now it just gives her a pang of "sorrow related to legs."(7)

WS has a plan to take the drivers of the trucks, but there's not a great likelihood of success. Pal asks if there's a way to improve the numbers, setting Pash off about bureaucrats in the org, for which Crown agrees with Pash, and Pal apologizes.

As this wraps up, Judith makes a gurgling sound "weirdly like guttural laughter" and then stops as suddenly as she started.(8) Nona clears her throat, and says she knows where the convoy was earlier this week, as her friend ran into them on a job. They can confirm some of the detail with the Angel, even.

WS is skeptical, but makes a call with her back turned to Nona, so Nona can't hear or understand. When she turns back, she asks if Nona's friend would tell them the exact location he saw the trucks. Nona laughs and says Honesty never told the truth to adults in uniform. WS asks if he would tell Nona, and Nona has to pause. He might have, before yesterday, but yesterday Hot Sauce kicked her out of the gang.

They bring Nona to Honesty's building anyway. Honesty won't let her into his utility closet apartment, because he's spoken to Hot Sauce, and Nona says he should believe Hot Sauce first and foremost, or she'd think less of him anyway.

She asks through the door if he can tell her the location he saw the convoy. She says she'll go away forever if he tells her, and he can have the coins in her ceramic fish in her room at home, and there's her old wiping rag in her desk which might have drops of turpentine on it that he can sell to someone to get high.

The door closes, and Nona feels like an abject failure until it opens again… to reveal Hot Sauce has been there the whole time. Honesty says he can't not be friends with a girl like Nona, who thinks of his business that way.

Hot Sauce invites Nona in to sit down. Nona does so, but says she can't stay long. Hot Sauce asks if she's really going away, and Nona says yes, all the necromancers are going, there will be no more here for a while. Honesty gets out the map the Angel had shown them in the classroom, which he stole, and points to where he saw the convoy on it. Hot Sauce says he should write it down, since it's not for Nona.

While Honesty writes, Nona asks Hot Sauce to consider telling the others she loves them, and apologizing to the head teacher for her, and confirms that the Angel is very important. Honesty finishes writing, and Nona tells him not to take jobs like that again, please.

She makes to leave, but at the last second, asks Hot Sauce where she got her name. Hot Sauce waits a moment before replying, but says it's her name because she really likes it, and puts it on everything she can. Nona hugs Hot Sauce and asks for forgiveness.

Hot Sauce was as still as a statue in Nona’s arms. Then she gently perambulated Nona toward the door—bumped her gently over the threshold—looked her dead in the face. “We’re cool,” she said, and, awkwardly: “I’ll always love you, Nona.” Nona found that huge tears were dripping out of her eyes, making it hard to see Hot Sauce. “Can I be in the gang again?” she whispered. Hot Sauce wavered. “Yes,” she said, “but you’re on Kevin bathroom duty forever for being a zombie. That’s fair.” And she shut the door.(9)

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(1) At a guess, I think this is allusion by way of a second layer of allusion through chapter icon. The Fourth House sent the kids in GtN, and here, it's Nona saying goodbye to her kid friends. (2) I'm not sure I'd be comparing Cam's injury meekness to happiness. Why is Nona? What does Cam's body language say? (3) And here, Cam obviously is overjoyed at something. What's she hiding? (4) Her resemblance to Wake, whose picture is plastered all over the place, must be a little too much for Pash. (5) Chapter 7, when Honesty was talking about his job, the people inside the trucks with the white eyes. The kids were eating what may have been grapes. (6) Poor Pash. Can't help but like our friends. (7) Why is Nona sorrowful about legs? (8) Did it sound like laughter to anyone else, or just Nona? We know Judith has a history of making sounds only Nona can understand… Although, Pyrrha once conversed with Varun and may also understand Judith's Varun-noises. We can't know either way yet. (9) And that's why they call it closure. [rimshot]

#the locked tomb #tlt #nona the ninth #ntn #nona the ninth spoilers #ntn spoilers #nona #camilla hect #palamedes sextus #pyrrha dve #our lady of the passion #we suffer #coronabeth tridentarius #hot sauce (ntn) #honesty (ntn)

[whilereadingandwalking]

In this glorious collection of micro-fiction, People in My Neighborhood by Hiromi Kawakami, translated by Ted Goossen, the unnamed narrator shares 26 stories of their town, its eclectic characters and its fabulist happenings. Memories are quietly rearranged; two students aim to lead a revolution in hopes of having statues built in their honor; a lottery is held to decide who will take care of the always-hungry Hiromi each month; a student finds a smelly fruit that morphs into a boy. A no-gravity event triggers an evening of dangerous fun among the town's teens; two girls named Yōko copy each other in a constant competition. 

It’s an eerie, surreal collection, absurd and funny, that fans of fabulism and magical realism will enjoy. The stories all come together to paint a portrait of a town where the lines between reality and magic are thin and the shadows hold all manner of surprises. 

Content warnings for animal cruelty, bullying, seizures, pedophilia, torture mention.

#people in my neighborhood #hiromi kawakami #ted goossen #women in translation #translated literature #japanese literature #books in translation #my book reviews

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Less is more: Dimensionality reduction as a general strategy for more precise luminescence thermometry

Temperature and heat exchange are at the base of biological processes throughout the realm of Nature. Several of these biological processes are associated with temperature changes on the order of a few degrees or even below 0.1 degrees Celsius. For example, in reptiles a difference of less than one degree in the egg incubation temperature determines the sex of the newborn. The human body is no exception: a small temperature increase above the basal level could alter cell dynamics or induce the dismantling of a tumor matrix, and during seizures changes in brain temperature of a few decimal points occur. To reliably monitor these processes, approaches that minimally perturb the studies system and have a thermometric precision below 0.1 degrees Celsius are needed.

To this end, in a new study published in Light: Science & Applications, a team of scientists from Spain and Portugal has cracked the code for an increased precision in the thermal readout using luminescent nanothermometers. These are nanomaterials whose optical properties are sensitive to temperature changes, and they can be inserted in biological (micro)environments to act as temperature nanoprobes down to the single-cell level. With their reduced size, they comply with the prerequisite of minimal perturbation of the probed system. However, when operating in aqueous environments, the precision in the readout of the temperature is generally above 0.1 degrees Celsius.

Read more.

#Materials Science #Science #Luminescence #Temperature #Biology #Light #Nanotechnology #Optics

[rabbit-trolls]

>The judgement thing is still open, I’m just taking a break to rest my hands and eyes.

>Also my brain because epilepsy decided it was time for micro seizures.

#Mage #Mage talk

[oraclememehacker]

The Totally Comprehensive Guide to my timeline of Wakaba Isshiki

Since Wakaba, as much as I love her to death, doesn’t really have much info about her because she’s the embodiment of dead mother syndrome, I have decided that it’s up to me to fix this. Now, this is based on my own way that I write her, and I want to differentiate her from Futaba. Because, according to the megaten wiki, her personality is basically the same as Futaba’s and while I will have her behave in some ways to Futaba, that doesn’t make for a really compelling character. So with that said, let’s begin.

Wakaba Isshiki was born on April 5th, 1971 in Yokohama, Nakai Ward. Her mother was a stay at home mother, dropping her job in order to take care of Wakaba. Meanwhile, her father was a scientist who had recently started to work in the emerging microprocessor revolution. Both of them had extremely high expectations; not just for themselves, but for their daughter. They were worried about the legacy they would leave, and decided to go for a child. And that’s what they got.

When Wakaba was born, it was a relatively normal birth, aside from being a little bit quicker than normal. The joke was that she was ready to come out. However, Wakaba was plagued with a series of micro seizures as a newborn thanks to some fluid buildup in her skull. The doctors were able to suction out the excess fluid and everything was fine.

This however was a source of possible changes to her personality, though nothing was ever really verified. As a young kid, she was made to do a lot of things at an early age. She showed that she had the capabilities of doing chores and such easily. She would go to the grocery store and had the ability to give the cashier money accurately without prompting.

Even as a child she wasn’t particularly talkative. As she was learning to read and went to school, her nose was buried in a book because it was all fascinating. The words seemed to fly off the pages and she was able to analyze things really well. She could also easily remember stuff in ways that nobody else seemingly could. It was quite an impressive ability, and she just figured the other kids weren’t really trying that hard. 

Knowing the how’s of stuff wasn’t enough, she wanted to know why things worked. That seemed to be a more difficult question to answer and that just caused her to look into a book even more. Her parents didn’t really encourage much in terms of socialization, because they were enamored by how intelligent she was. Her grades were always immaculate, she asked smart questions and even sometimes corrected them on things they thought they knew.

That didn’t mean she didn’t occasionally have a silly side to her. She would sometimes mess around and do experiments for fun that would usually result in something blowing up or something bad happen. That was usually when her parents scolded her, even though they also recognized that she was just a curious child trying to learn about the world.

As she continued to grow up, she made a couple of friends in middle school, and they would remain friends up to high school. She knew however these friendships weren’t going to last, because of pressure from her parents to keep up her high expectations. She knew that she wanted to be a scientist just like her father. However, not too long after she graduated at the top of her class in high school, tragedy struck.

Her mother died of a sudden heart attack. This put quite a strain on Wakaba as it was the first time she had really dealt with any major grief in her life. She knew that her mother wouldn’t want her to grieve for too long, and eventually she did manage to push on through and got accepted into a prestigious college. Her goal was to be a researcher and look into many things. The idea of having a lab where she got paid to test things out really excited her.

During college, her father was killed during a knife attack. Apparently, her father tried to fight back and ended up with a knife to the gut that ended up being fatal. Unfortunately, despite her best efforts she wasn’t able to attend the funeral, to the chagrin of her relatives who wouldn’t let her let that down, despite apologizing profusely.

After several years she ended up getting her masters degree in science. She was incredibly proud of herself, and was getting popular due to her showing of intelligence within the scientific community, and ended up falling in love with someone whilst getting her masters degree, who shared a lot of her same passions. 

At first, they seemed to get along really well, everything was going great. However, after a night of passion and lust, that’s when everything would change. As she was preparing to start work on getting her doctorate, she would find out that she was pregnant. It was a simple lapse of judgment on her part as she wasn’t particularly ready to have a child at that time. But at this point she was stuck with it so she didn’t really have much choice.

Her partner however, didn’t want anything to do with this possible baby. As she was warming up to the idea of having a child, he was getting more and more hostile towards her, including threats of violence. He was not having anything to do with this child. She insisted that he at least help out in some way since it was only logical and that would always just get irate. Eventually she just cut him out of her life and had her child.

As a result of this, she never mentioned Futaba’s father to Futaba because it just wasn’t worth it. She didn’t want him to possibly show back up and threaten the both of them again. Now that Futaba was born, she didn’t have the time to do her doctorate so, she stopped what she was doing for the time being in order to take care of Futaba. She continued her research work whilst taking care of Futaba.

Futaba was the toughest challenge of her entire life but seeing that little bundle of joy grow and get older and find that joy of reading like she did as a child warmed her heart. Despite her being a challenging child, Wakaba loved her to death. During this time, she stumbled across the research of a lifetime, and what would ultimately lead to her death. She stumbled across the cognitive world.

Or at least, the theory that such a world existed. As she was looking over some classified stuff, she found out about this world and she was dumbfounded. None of it made any sense and yet it was here. And she was able to come up with a theory of how it would work. So, she went to the government and requested a bunch of funding to help her research. She was invested in this now.

That’s when they would bring out a middleman that would look into things and make sure that she was using her money effectively. That being Sojiro Sakura. The two didn’t exactly have the greatest of introductions as Wakaba was just annoyed that the government decided to force a middleman into this. She just wanted to be funded and that was it.

But, after a bit, she started to trust the man a bit more. She invited him over to her house so he could see Futaba, the true pride and joy of Futaba. Futaba was scared of him initially, thinking he was psychic after supposedly reading her thoughts. In reality she had just said some predictable stuff that he was able to guess. That made her mess with him a bit and would hold it over him for a bit.

Sojiro was someone who offered to help her a lot, as he ended up being really smitten over her. To him she was incredibly gorgeous and he wanted to be with her. But she was still holding that professionalism over him. However, she did find that he was cute and if it weren’t for the fact that he was working for the government and a possible conflict of interest if they were together, she’d have gone on a date with him.

Over time, her research into the cognitive world took over her entire life. It was a slow and gradual thing, but she knew the potential of this and was willing to lose her life over this. She knew the possible dangers of it, and as a result refused to let Futaba ever know about it. Even if that meant scolding her a lot. Unfortunately, she was starting to get overwhelmed with everything and was finding it increasingly difficult to take care of Futaba.

She had Sojiro help out from time to time, looking over her when she was busy, though that didn’t always happen. Her workaholic habits that she always had were really rearing its ugly head. This resulted in a lot of late-night work and sometimes she didn’t get any sleep at all. Unfortunately, she didn’t realize this was making Futaba upset and making her think that her own mother didn’t care for her.

The thing that sealed her fate, however, was as she was looking into some things, she found out about Masayoshi Shido. He was an up-and-coming politician who was willing to do anything to gain more power and control. He didn’t quite have the power that he would come to have, but apparently he was starting to look into her research a bit. Therefore, he was looking into him as a counter measure.

As her research was getting more intense, Shido and Wakaba would end up butting heads. He came into her research lab one day and told her straight up that he knew what she was doing looking into her, and that if she didn’t want something bad to happen to her, that she would stop. Of course, she had a stubborn streak to her and she wasn’t going to let that stop her. If anything that just made her more defiant.

One night, as she was having some drinks with Sojiro she told him that something was going on and she had a bad feeling that she might die in the strangest of ways. It was such an out of nowhere statement, combined with the fact that she was shit faced drunk that Sojiro didn’t exactly take the statement seriously. He just looked at her with a baffled expression before laughing it off, saying that she was just drunk and not thinking straight.

That made her make a comment that took him off guard, and it was one that hinted at her being bisexual. But she just laughed that off and took another drink. The threats from Shido grew more intense, and she wasn’t going to let that stop her still. Her research was so close to being complete. The ultimate goal was to find a way to the cognitive world and see it up close and personal. She knew so much about how it worked, even coming up with theories about how to suppress a palace by faking one’s death.

Meanwhile, during all of this, her own shadow was growing in influence; her obsessive workaholic nature ensuring that she would eventually grow a full-on palace once she used this to start hurting people. This is when Akechi would come in and find where Wakaba’s shadow was. It was her full obsessive and workaholic nature in full display and even more so. When Akechi went in to kill Shadow Wakaba however, she just asked that Futaba be left alone.

And unfortunately, that’s when Wakaba would end up meeting her demise. Out of nowhere, after an argument with Futaba, she felt something suddenly. Her mind swam for a bit and then that was it. Her shadow had been killed, and she was left in a catatonic state. She was just running on instinct at that point, and she ended up walking in front of a speeding car, getting killed instantly. In theory however, there was a chance she could’ve come out of this state, but it wasn’t meant to be.

Wakaba, just like her parents, died in a tragic way, and her death created an uproar in the family, as there was many of them who were jealous of all of her success and wished her the worst. Some of them were relieved that she was dead. However, upon the fake suicide note being read out at her funeral, that’s when all hell broke loose. They all blamed Futaba and therefore, nobody wanted her.

There’s so much more that I want to say about Wakaba and her childhood and what not. However, I can’t put that all in one post. I have to give you all something to look forward to after all! Some of these things may change as I develop Wakaba more. However, for the time being this is the general timeline of Wakaba’s life and what not. Hope you enjoyed!  

#Looking Into the Source Code (OOC) #Character Stats (Headcanons) #Long Post