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ggidolsmuts · 4 months ago

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The Girl That's Out of This World - tripleS Yooyeon

"Liftoff in 3, 2, 1!"

You're slammed into your jump seat, the g-forces pressing against you, metaphorical straps against the literal straps around you. Your ears are filled with the loud roar of thruster explosions, your eyes only seeing blue, then white, then grey as your vessel strives to break through the atmosphere. It's a rough launch, there's lots of rattling, maybe this is the one time things go sideways—fuck why are you thinking like that, fuck fuck fuck—

Everything goes black, and you blink, finding yourself in the stars.

"You good?"

"Yeah, bit of a bumpy launch eh?"

"Eh, it was fine." That's Kim Yooyeon for you, your fellow astronaut on this trip, utterly unflappable she might as well be gliding through life, so unfazeable that she might as well be her own phase of matter. She's already unbuckling herself from the seat and floating to the back. The mission is long, 2 months to be exact, but there's lots to do. "Monitor the systems."

"Copy." You stay seated, coordinating with mission control until finally you call out to her.

"We're enroute to the space station."

"Copy, support systems are operational, no damage from the launch."

"Really? After all that rattling?"

"All bark and no bite, luckily." Yooyeon straps in again next to you. "Get some sleep, it'll be a few hours before we get to the station." You lean back, and allow yourself to fall asleep to the beeps of the systems and the silence of space.

A higher pitched beep jolts you out of your sleep, and you see the space station ahead.

"Beginning docking maneuvers," you announce, and Yooyeon has shaken herself awake, repeating your order back to you. Both of you hold your breath as you watch the station loom over your craft, and the screen shows your shuttle closing in on the docking port. You move the controls slightly, there's a rumble as contact is made, followed by the whirr of locking mechanisms, and finally—

"Docking complete." Both of you lean back in your seats as the most stressful part of the mission is done.

"Good job, let's get out of here." Yooyeon floats to the shuttle exit ahead of you, and after disengaging the door locks you're both drifting into the space station. "Ah, finally out of this suit."

As you step out of your spacesuit, the helmet catches on your head, giving you a proper smack. You had forgotten—no, not forgotten, gotten used to—how pretty Yooyeon looks. She was the belle of the space force, as pretty as she is sharp. Many of your colleagues were envious that you got to go on a space mission with her, to accompany the angel on her way back to heaven, so to speak. Over the multiple weeks of intense training and preparation though, Yooyeon became your colleague, your teammate, responsible for your life just as you are responsible for hers on this mission, with safety being the priority above all else.

So you stopped seeing Yooyeon superficially, and yet, a far way from the surface of the Earth, you catch yourself staring at her beauty—long black hair, round eyes, ruby lips, delicate as a flower. Yet she's up here in space with you, suffering through the grueling launch and coming out looking like that, while you just... look like you.

"Have you forgotten how to remove the jumpsuit already? We spent so much time training on that."

"Just adjusting to the low grav environment," you mutter as an excuse. The two of you tour the space station, floating through the various segments that make up the station. You arrive at the living quarters—they're small and claustrophobic, but as with anything when you're in space, ironically space is at a premium. Your sleeping cabin is effectively an open coffin, complete with straps to stop you from floating away, there's a curtain for privacy, but that's about it.

Then there's a small kitchen, which is basically just the area that has the "cooking" machine, reheating and rehydrating space food for human consumption. There's a bathroom, also small, and finally the main body of the station where you'll be conducting science experiments, observing the stars, and watching over Earth.

"Everything is operational," Yooyeon speaks into the microphone, communicating with mission control.

"Roger, please begin the experiments whenever you're ready."

The two of you throw yourselves into the work, working with the command center and logging experiment results. In between experiments there were a lot of maintenance to be done, and you two find yourselves in the little nooks and crannies of the space station, checking for cracks, leaks, and loose bolts. It put the two of you in close quarters, and with no perfect substitute for weightlessness there was no small amount of accidental touches and brushes—you didn't notice your hand drifting close to her chest, she didn't notice her leg drifting between yours. But things remained professional for Yooyeon—everything addressed without fluster or embarrassment. You are in space after all, there were much bigger things to be worried about.

You wish you could say the same for yourself. You knew you would have to abstain as much as possible in space, as any cleanup would be quite hard when everything is quite literally floating about, but over time it became harder and harder to ignore Yooyeon. She dressed simply in a t-shirt and shorts most of the time, and even that was enough to distract you—when did her legs look so good, and her thighs muscled yet juicy, how did you not notice it before?

The breaking point came when Yooyeon pushed herself off a wall to get through the station quickly, only to collide with you coming out of the sleeping quarters and sending both of you spinning through the corridor.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were awake— Ah!" After the collision her top had come loose and it had ridden up, floating well above her waist, giving you a peek at her midriff and simple bra underneath. Hastily she pulls it down, a light blush on her cheeks. "Sorry about that, I thought the coast was clear."

"Yeah, no problem, go ahead. I'll sleep in for a little longer." It was an excuse, as your morning wood had come back in full force—you're way too frustrated to function. As Yooyeon floats away you make the decision to get yourself off, to just get it out of the way. You pull out a foil packet—condoms that your colleagues had pushed on to you.

"Dude why would I need condoms in space?"

"You're up there with Yooyeon, just the two of you, literally no one else in the world there."

"But we're in space, nothing's going to happen, we're not going to have sex in space."

"Who said anything about sex? Sure she wouldn't have sex with you, but just looking at her might be enough after a few weeks up there! What if you just need to get one off, you want your cum floating around in the space station? If you don't take this, when I'm next on the space station I am bringing a black light."

"You guys are fucking ridiculous!" You stuff the foil-wrapped rubbers into a discreet pocket just to shut them up.

Annoyed at your colleagues being right you wrap your tip with the rubber and wrap your hand around your shaft. Your colleagues missed on something though, that it is fucking weird to masturbate in space, in weightlessness, while trying to make sure the condom doesn't slip; while you have no material to work with at all, just the memory of Yooyeon's midriff and bra and thighs; while Yooyeon's looking at you.

Wait what?

"Y-Yooyeon!" you choke out.

"Shh!" She glares at you, and you remember that the monitoring mics are live as work hours just started—two way communication with mission control is great, making you feel less lonely on the space station, but now is the worst time for that! "Do you need my help?" Yooyeon whispers. She's tying her hair up, your brain short-circuting as the ponytail floats in mid-air.

"What? Sorry I— Let me—" Your hands waves about frantically, trying to remove the condom, pull your boxers on, stuff your cock back in, pull your pants back on, and not float towards her while you do it all at the same time.

"Just let me help you." Her hand stops you from pulling up your boxers, and in the next moment Yooyeon's lips are wrapped around your shaft. Your mind is spinning, from the absolute shattering of the image you have of her, to the fact that both of you are floating in space. You grab on to a bar that's in reach, making sure that the sight of Yooyeon giving you a blowjob doesn't float through the space station for any cameras to catch. Your other hand is on Yooyeon's head, presumably to make sure she doesn't float away from you, but more because you never wanted to leave her mouth!

The two of you are near horizontal, lying in weightlessness as Yooyeon continues to push her gorgeous face on your cock. Her tongue swirls, her cheeks hollow, Yooyeon is doing everything to get you to cum.

"Yooyeon!" you whisper harshly, and she flicks her eyes up at you. You throb one last time, and Yooyeon devours you to the base, her nose bumping into your crotch as you begin spilling everything into her mouth. You're pent up after weeks without satisfaction, and now all you can do is keep yourself quiet, biting your t-shirt as you watch Yooyeon stay planted on your hips, your thick and salty load going straight down her throat. Your hips buck, and the motion moves Yooyeon with it as you spurt one more shot into her mouth.

When she finally gets off your cock, her eyes are a little watery, but other than a little swipe of her lips there's no indication that Kim Yooyeon just swallowed the biggest load of your life like it's just another Tuesday (or Wednesday, time gets funny in space).

"All good? Be sure to clean up," she mumbles, and floats away.

What the hell just happened?

Yooyeon leaves you to collect yourself, and she collects her own thoughts too—she had wanted to check in on you, make sure you weren't hurt from the collision earlier. Yet when she saw you in that state, she wanted to make sure things were safe—it wouldn't do to have globs of cum or a filled condom floating in space, an actual choking and biohazard. So she took it upon herself to swallow it all and—

"Mmgh!" Yooyeon can feel it inside her—digesting food is a little odd in space, and when she's swallowed an extra meal worth of seed it is more than a little off, and she suddenly feels full. She puts a hand over her midriff, but has to resist moving it lower. Just as you were pent up, Yooyeon was equally frustrated. She had wondered if you were able to sneak in a self-love session or two, but she never noticed any signs or traces of it, which is good. Now with your abundant load inside her she realizes why that was.

Sadly for her there's no way she could do it, and she shudders and tries to calm herself, to think about the work ahead and not what's in her... No, better to not think about anything being "inside" herself right now.

As the work day winds down on the space station you approach Yooyeon.

"Hey, I just wanted to say I'm sorry, I thought I was alone. You didn't have to, you know."

"I— Yeah, it was unprofessional of me, I just wanted to make sure there wouldn't be anything floating around, I'm sorry."

"N-No no, not at all." You can't believe your ears, Yooyeon's apologizing for blowing you! "Thanks for keeping us safe, I guess?"

"Yeah. Is there anything else?"

"No, please let me know if you ever need some privacy, so we can avoid something like this in the future. I can give you plenty of space."

"That won't be needed, it is infeasible for me to do it in space." You blink rapidly at Yooyeon admission—what does she even mean?

With your pent up frustration relieved you don't think too much of things, and nothing seems to have changed with how Yooyeon treats you, so it fades a little into the background for you as you are consumed by the work that needs to be done.

But for Yooyeon her frustration only builds, she catches herself looking at you below the waist on more than one occasion, wondering if you were hard, wondering if she could see it again. She had not planned on masturbating on this mission, but after what happened she's finding herself flush and warm often. Yet she can't take any more clothes off, taking off anything more would be because— No, she shouldn't think about sex, it doesn't help things!

The breaking point comes quietly for Yooyeon, on another chance collision. The two of you are passing through the narrow corridors in opposite directions—Yooyeon has just washed up, and you're on the way to do as well. She slips when she tries to push herself through the narrow gap, sending her bumping into you.

"Yooyeon, are you okay? You feel really warm, is it a fever?" You're holding her close, a hand on her forehead. "You're burning, let me get a thermometer."

"No! I just need some rest, I'll turn in early tonight." The truth is Yooyeon's effectively in heat, the sudden close proximity and touch catching her off guard. She retreats to her "bed", strapping herself down and trying to calm herself. She presses her thighs together, hoping her shorts and underwear can absorb enough of her wetness, but it has the opposite effect, as the added friction makes her rub her legs together subconsciously.

When you finish cleaning yourself you return to the sleeping quarters and tie yourself down, but as you try to fall asleep you realize that the usual white noise of the space station is not as it usually is. You hear a continuous rustle, like someone tossing and turning. Yooyeon having trouble sleeping? You debate if you should call out, potentially disturbing her rest even more. Your attentive ears pick up on more detail—the rustle is persistent, less tossing and turning and more rubbing together of fabric. Every so often there is a deep exhale, and you realize what is going on.

"Yooyeon, do you need my help?"

Yooyeon freezes in her bed, like she's standing in front of a line. She knows what you are asking, and you know that she knows, which is why you asked; and she knows that you know that she knows, and so she answers...

"Yes."

She can hear you undo your straps, and soon you would be floating towards her, and then— You're here already, pulling open the curtains! In the dark Yooyeon prays that you don't see her blush, but everything else is showing—her thighs tightly pressed together, her hand down her own shorts, a fistful of absorbent sheets in the other.

"Tell me what you need."

"I need— Want to get off, but the sheets need to be there."

"I can umm, just swallow it all." Yooyeon's heat only grows, now she's thinking about you down there, eating her out and— oh god...

"No, I get really wet when it happens." There's little embarrassment left in Yooyeon, she needed to get off more than anything else! You pause for a moment, and Yooyeon gets even wetter, watching you watch her.

"Give me the sheets." You move in close to Yooyeon, taking them from her. You gently nudge her thighs open with your knee.

"Do you want to take off your shorts—" She pulls one leg out, enough to give you access to her over her underwear.

"No, just like this is good," is her immediate reply. You press the sheets against your thigh and then nudge up between her legs. Instantly Yooyeon traps you there, and so forceful is the shove of her hips downwards that you have to hold on to her to not be pushed away. When you steady yourself to look at Yooyeon the view is mesmerizing—from the neck up, Yooyeon might as well be asleep, eyes closed and breathing deeply. From the waist down however she's outright riding you, grinding herself on your thigh with hip gyrations you didn't even know she could make. She's grinding down on you so hard you have to push up against her, to counteract her strength in the weightless environment.

You're glued to Yooyeon's gorgeous face, even in the dark she looks like she's glowing. You watch her bite the inside of her cheek, her brow furrow slightly, and then she goes slack.

"I'm done," she says quietly. "Thank you."

"Hmm?" It was barely noticeable! Yooyeon was stoic but you never thought she would be this restrained even in climax. "Right."

"Do you need me to help you with that?" You look down at where she's looking—your stiffness poking into her thighs.

"N-No, I'm good, it'll go down. I'll dispose of these, you should rest."

"Okay, thank you." You realize you have to peel the absorbent sheets off your thigh—despite her lack of reaction to her orgasm, she's completely soaked through the multiple layers. As you hold it in your hand you squeeze it a little too hard, and some of it is released. "Oh there's—" Yooyeon can only blush as you catch them in your mouth, swallowing her juices. "You didn't have to do that."

"You did for me, I'm just making sure there are no choking hazards. Good night."

Yooyeon watches you drift away without another word, and her mind is a jumble. She's basking in the glow of her orgasm, oh how she needed that! But she's also conflicted—it was professionally inappropriate, she should never have agreed to your help! She probably should not have sucked you off before either, and it's all a big mess now. Disturbingly, after feeling your hardness poke against her, it's all she can think about even after getting herself off.

Having disposed of the sheets you float back to bed, trying to calm yourself down and go to sleep. When you hear Yooyeon move in her bed, you clear your throat softly, reminding yourself to not treat every noise from her as sexual.

"Good night." Yooyeon's voice comes soft and clear across space.

You realize neither of you are going to get much sleep that night, and you take a deep breath, trying not to think too much about Yooyeon still being awake.

"G-Good night."

The last two weeks were borderline unbearable, and both of you were on edge. Far above earth, in your little space haven, you and Yooyeon felt like Adam and Eve, having sinfully tasting the sweetness of the forbidden fruit that one time. Yet you're unable to consume each other, to relive it over and over again. Yooyeon has tried to remain professional, but you know she feels the same way, as you've caught her staring just as she has caught you looking—not once has she said anything, reprimanded you for letting your desires get the better of you. Every time you have to slip past her in the corridors, your bodies close to touching, is when space has felt the most dangerous. Even when you had to go on a spacewalk, to fix something on the outside of the station, when all that keeps you from drifting into the void is Yooyeon making sure that you remain tethered, the most dangerous time was when you returned to the station, and Yooyeon was there to help you out of the spacesuit, stripping you, her face at eye level with your crotch. It was almost too much for either of you.

Almost. Somehow nothing happens, and you're strapped into the return capsule with Yooyeon, both of you ready to head home.

"Disengaging the locks."

"Triggering push-off mechanism."

It's almost imperceptible in space, but you're lightly nudged against your seat as the capsule pushes away from the space station. A few minutes later you trigger the thrusters to put you on a trajectory back to Earth. It begins to take up most of your view as you get closer, and you monitor the panels in front of you, watching the readings go down until...

"Entering atmosphere!" Yooyeon starts the return sequence, and all you can do is wait. It gradually gets louder in the capsule as you fall at terminal velocity, and the capsule rattles and shakes. You look out the capsule window, and all you see is red, the air now superheated as it rubs against the surface of your survival cell. A boom, intended of course, is heard as the heat shield around the capsule, having served its purpose, is blown off. Then a second explosion, and you're snapped back even harder against your seat as the parachutes deploy, slowing you down further. A loud continuous roar fills your ears as thrusters fire up, and you and Yooyeon brace for a hopefully survivable impact.

No training could prepare you for this, it still feels like you're going down too damn fast, and all you can do is close your eyes and hope it's enough. Your bones rattle when you finally hit the ground, but you breathe a sigh of relief when everything goes quiet.

"Yooyeon?"

"Yeah, I'm here." She gives you a thumbs up. "All in one piece." You fire one back at her. The capsule door opens up to a rush of people, and both of you are extracted. Quickly you are transported to a hotel, where the two of you are sat down and given a physical.

"Okay, so you two are in good physical condition it looks like, but we're going to keep you in this hotel under observation for another week."

"We can't leave?"

"Preferably not, there will be media hanging around, and we need to do the debrief before you speak with them. You're free to order room service or have food delivered, anything else you need, just let us know."

"Got it."

"Will we have clothes?" Yooyeon pipes up.

"Yes, we'll have a suitcase of your clothes brought up. If there's something missing your family is free to send stuff over." With no further questions you and Yooyeon are led to adjoining rooms. Although your body has no idea what time it is, as soon as you fall on the bed you moan at finally feeling a mattress on your back and a pillow under your head, and you quickly fall asleep.

Until a rude banging at your door wakes you.

"What the hell? I just got here!" you mutter as you pull the door open annoyed, only to see Yooyeon.

"It's been 5 hours." Yooyeon clarifies. You blink once for every hour you have apparently slept for.

"Has it? Damn, sorry. The bed felt so nice I must have just, yeah."

"Same, I just got up too. It's midnight though and nothing's open, do you want to order room service?"

"Sure but... You want to eat with me?"

"Well we ate every meal together on the space station so I thought—" Yooyeon drifts off, a little abashed. "Sorry, I got too used to the routine out there, have a good night!" You hold the door ajar before she can close it.

"No wait, you're right, let's get some food."

Neither of you order much—despite it being midnight, having just gotten up both of you eat only enough for a "breakfast". As soon as that's done, there's an awkward silence—in space there's jobs to do, experiments to check on, on Earth, right now there's nothing to do, only each other for company, and soon all the "non-work" stuff that happened on the space station floats up in your minds. Yooyeon's the first to breach it, and she does it in the only way she knows how.

"We should have sex."

"Yooyeon what?"

"After... that time, things changed slightly on the station, I know you felt it too. We couldn't get it out of our system then, but you know, we can now. I haven't had a chance to, you know, satisfy myself. Unless you have already, then I'll just—" Yooyeon's words speed up as she realizes what she's admitting to you, that sex has been on her mind since landing back on Earth, that she hasn't gotten herself off yet. With her words, you realize of course, that you haven't gotten yourself off either.

"We should do it, I want to do it too." You barely recognize your own husky voice. The two of you almost defy gravity, flying to the bedroom. There's no shame or shyness, Yooyeon's naked and you're nude in a flash—this was pure need, the tension that built way above Earth crashing down on your bed. No foreplay, no checking with Yooyeon, you needed to be in her. She's tighter and wetter than anything you could imagine in your frustrating fantasies, and you moan, enjoying the feeling of being able to sink into her.

You start with a few thrusts, groaning at how she grips you—she needed this as much as you do! But when you don't hear anything from her at all, you stop and check on Yooyeon—she has her eyes closed again, her chest lightly moving, like she was riding your thigh instead of your cock. You didn't expect a strong reaction from her, but you definitely expected some reaction.

"Yooyeon? You okay?"

"Yeah, it feels good. Why?"

"Just um, couldn't tell if you were enjoying it. I thought you would like it more than what we did on the space station."

"Oh, sorry, yeah it's good. I'm not... very fun in bed. You're my third and... The first two guys didn't go so great."

"How so?"

"The first guy, we broke up because I was too messy in bed." After seeing how wet Yooyeon got, and how she's already making a small wet spot on the bed, you disagree but his loss is arguably your gain.

"And the second guy?"

"Said I was like a dead fish in bed, I ditched him because I caught him with someone louder and more 'fun', his words."

"Damn, that's rough, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be, but yes it's great for me, I'll try to be more responsive if I can."

"Just tell me what you're feeling." You start moving in and out of her again.

"It feels good." You hug her, whispering into her ear.

"Tell me more, more than good."

"You're stretching me, I haven't done this in a while, so it's really intense. You're also... wide? It's different." It's both hot and a bit disconcerting, hearing Yooyeon's version of dirty talk.

"What do you want from me? Should I go slower, faster, deeper, shallower?"

"I..." Yooyeon falls silent as she tries to process your words and feel you at the same time. She didn't lie when she said she felt good, and maybe it's because she's finally getting some after the tension in space, but Yooyeon knows she's wetter than usual, her walls extra sensitive. She's too tense, she should relax more, enjoy the sex and—

"More!" Yooyeon's yelp surprises both of you. As she consciously relaxes, her walls give a little, and when you thrust you end up just that little bit deeper in her. It hits her like a comet—Yooyeon's hand on her mouth, eyes wide open, but her pussy flutters around your shaft. You pull out slowly, and when you sink back in, making sure to get just as deep as you did before, Yooyeon whines—she wants this, this is different!

"Something tells me you're not wholly at fault for being a dead fish in bed."

"Deep! It feel so— Mmm!" Yooyeon tries to muffle herself with her hand, and you have to pull it away. "I'm sorry I can't—"

"Don't hold back, now you sound like you're having fun."

Yooyeon can feel her cheeks heating up—normally she's reserved, in control of herself. Even when she's horny she just gets wet, but she never makes a sound, not if she doesn't want to—feeling good is one thing, showing that she's feeling good is another thing altogether. And yet as she looks down her body, when she watches your slick covered shaft enter her and feels the immense pressure as you push in, like you're splitting her open; when she hears the squelch of her own pussy, and feels her thighs get wet when she leaks and squirts more juice; when her chest swells, and the moan she's holding back pushes its way out of her mouth, Yooyeon can't help but think that losing control of herself feels good, that feeling so much pleasure until she loses control is amazing.

"It feels so good, don't stop, don't stop!" Yooyeon cries out, like you've unblocked or unsealed something deep inside of her. Your own head is spinning, her sudden transformation shocking you and pushing you to go even harder, to hear more of her. You grab her thighs, squeezing them and pulling her towards you on every thrust. She's splattering against your hips on every thrust, your grip on her thighs is fucking slippery. You notice her thighs are around red around where you're grabbing her, but then no, the flush is spreading throughout Yooyeon's body.

"Oh!" It's a sharp yelp, one that gives you pause—Yooyeon's looking down her body at you, and you feel her legs shaking. She opens her mouth to say something, but it's too late.

"FUCK!" Yooyeon throws her head back and screams. Her hips buck strongly, causing you to slip out of her. You suddenly feel something warm on your stomach—thick and translucently white, sliding down your body.

Kim Yooyeon's girl cum, ejaculated, ejected, expelled! Splattered all over you.

The sound of Yooyeon swearing for the first time you can remember, the sight of Yooyeon's body twisted in ecstasy, and the warm, gooey sensation of Yooyeon so thoroughly losing it—everything combines to send you over the edge. You're cumming too, your cock throbbing with a mind of its own, leaking onto Yooyeon. You're just as pent up as her, and you let out a low moan as your hand moves automatically, stroking and firing your load all over Yooyeon's trembling body.

"Ah... Damn Yooyeon!" You manage to roll yourself on your back, not landing on Yooyeon and not getting too much of her cream on the bed. The two of you just lie there, breathing heavily, riding the high of finally getting to fuck.

"Mmm..." Yooyeon's mind is floating like she's back in space, and she has to curl her toes to remind herself she's still alive and conscious. She swears she can still feel you throbbing inside her, something more alive than her. When she opens her eyes again she finally sees the ceiling instead of stars, and she hears your rough breathing next to her. Yooyeon runs a hand down her body, finding herself sweaty and sticky—it really happened, you two just had sex, and it was the most intense pleasure she ever felt. "Wow."

"Yeah. You okay?"

"Yes, just, never felt quite like that before." She has to bite her lip to stop a whimper from coming out—just your touch on her body, the tissues you're rubbing on her to clean her up, is sending sparks flying in her head. An irresistible urge is building inside Yooyeon, a newly awakened need. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Can I kiss you?" You blink at her, confused, but you see her squirming under your gaze.

"I mean, we've done everything past kissing so, why not?"

Yooyeon climbs into your lap, resting her hands around your neck. Your eyes rove up her body, from her thighs straddling you, pussy lips still parted slightly, to her chest, nipples still stiff, at attention, yearning for more. Your gaze goes to her lips, and you can see the teeth mark, where she bit down on earlier, and you look to her—

Her lips are too close!

"Mmph!" Yooyeon's short hair tickles your shoulders, but more importantly her lips are soft against yours, and she's leaving her marks on your lip, lightly nipping and tugging. Yooyeon pushes herself more insistently on to you, you have to take more of her weight until—

"Yooyeon!" You have to lie down, and Yooyeon's clinging to you on top, her arms wrapped around your neck and shoulders.

"Can we cuddle like this?

"If you want." To your surprise Yooyeon sighs, and she melts into you, face buried in your neck and completely relaxed.

"You okay?"

"Mm, let's just stay like this." Finally satisfied and happy Yooyeon lets her mind wander, her breath warm on your neck. She never felt like cuddling with her exes, but then again she's never felt this good sleeping with them. They would be out of bed by now, leaving Yooyeon alone in bed or worse, having to get herself off. "Why didn't we do this sooner?" she sighs, whispering to herself.

"We were in space." Yooyeon freezes—she didn't think you heard that! "The cleanup would have been impossible."

"I know, I meant, before that."

"Well, you were you, and I was I."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're not dumb, you know we do not look... good together." Yooyeon pushes herself up, and she looks annoyed, almost angry.

"So? What about now? We work well together, I know I can trust you with my life, we can rely on each other even in space, there's nothing more important than that." Yooyeon's gaze is piercing through you, she's dead serious. "Don't you agree?"

"Yeah but, that's different—" Yooyeon kisses you again.

"I like you, I can't say I love you yet, but that comes with time right?" Her confession keeps you silent. "Besides, we're having sex, making love, as they call it. We just need to make more love."

"I don't think that's—" She nips on your earlobe, and you're finding yourself speechless more often than not around Yooyeon.

"I do think we feel good together, I don't think you dislike me, so I would like us to feel good, a lot." You never realized Yooyeon could switch on a dime like this, she's trying to seduce you.

"I don't dislike you, of course," you answer, throat dry, scarcely believing what's happening.

"Good, I'm happy. We just need to make lots of love then. Can you go again?" She's reaching down your body, finding your cock and stroking it, feeling it's firmness in her grasp.

"Yeah." You manage to confirm Yooyeon's findings, choking out a gasp at the end as she runs a finger over your tip.

"I'll be on top, I think I'm wet enough already." She most certainly is as your cock feels like it's being covered by the best "wet blanket" ever when she sinks down on to you. "You're getting really... Ah! Deep in me!" Her hand flies down to her flat tummy, right below her bellybutton, as if showing you just how far you're reaching into her. "I'm surprised you're not pushing a bulge out of me, it certainly feels like it."

"Yooyeon you can't just say that!" you murmur through gritted teeth. Yooyeon's weirdly technical interpretation of dirty talk is very effective, making you process what she means, and immediately allowing your imagination to show them to you in vivid detail.

"I'm just telling you what I feel. I'm sorry I'm getting you so wet, you remember how I was on the space station right? This is like ten, no, a hundred times more intense!" It certainly is true for you—you watched Yooyeon grind herself on your thigh to get off, and have replayed that scene in your head numerous times afterwards. Yet nothing prepares you for how Yooyeon's grinding down on you now, arguably even more strongly and demanding. With gravity and a bed to push against, Yooyeon's half bouncing and half grinding herself into you, and every time she sinks down on to your shaft, it's like she's pumping herself for juices, leaking her slick all over your crotch.

Except this time you can see her expression—her eyes are still closed, but her mouth is slightly open, letting out small moans. Her brow tenses and relaxes, as do her lips, the edges of her mouth curling into a smile every time she does so, like she's cumming again and again. It is as if Yooyeon has let all her guards down, and she looks utterly divine, like she does belong in heaven.

Oh, and her pussy has a velvet grip around your cock the whole time, trying to tug and suck and pull the cum right out of you.

"When we fall in love, I want us to procreatively fornicate like this."

"Pro-what?"

"Procreative fornication. You know, babymaking sex, breeding."

"You can't just say that, unless you want that to happen right now you should get off!"

"What? Why?"

"I can't hold on much longer, I'm going to cum in you!"

"Oh, you want to start right now? That's a little early but I don't mind..." You were going to stop her, trying to stop yourself, trying to clarify that she misunderstood, but Yooyeon leans in and whispers in your ear.

"You can fill me up."

With a rasp you draw a deep breath and grab Yooyeon by the hips, pulling her down fully. It is the best misunderstanding of your life as you unload deep inside her, with Yooyeon narrating dirtily into your ear the whole time.

"Ah! It's so warm inside me, you still have so much for me? You're really filling me up I— Nngh it's too much!" Yooyeon moans and buries her face in your shoulder. She shudders, and sighs, cumming again and prolonging your climax. You continue to weakly thrust up into her, and Yooyeon's body undulates with you, both of you trying to milk each other for all the pleasure you can get.

You're cuddling Yooyeon again right after, your load still freshly dripping between her legs—you wanted to clean her up, but she refuses to, insisting on cuddling first.

"Why did you let me cum in you?"

"I thought you wanted to."

"I do. No I mean, eventually, but not right now!"

"Are you worried about being safe?" You nod. "We're not in space anymore, we don't have to be safe on Earth." You can't tell if Yooyeon's messing with you, or if your point is orbiting Earth and has sailed over her head completely.

"No safe like, what if you get pregnant now?"

"Oh, I'm on pills, can you imagine ovulating in space? I'll go off it slowly so, it can't happen right now, but in the future." You breathe a sigh of relief.

"Good, we really shouldn't rush into things like that." You watch Yooyeon dip a hand between her legs, swiping up some of your seed before smearing it on her thigh.

"Of course, but for the time being, you can finish in me whenever you want, it felt really nice." You shake your head, and Yooyeon looks at you quizzically. "What?"

"How can you just say that so casually?"

"You told me to tell you how I feel. I just stated a fact, and then how I felt about it."

"You're impossible, say it again?"

"You can finish in me whenever you want, it feels really good?" You chuckle and kiss a nonplussed Yooyeon.

"You have no idea how hot you sound."

The first night Yooyeon returned to her room to sleep, but by Day 3 you're going to her bedroom to sleep, because you've discovered that Yooyeon was, for lack of a better term, a wet nympho, and she has completely ruined your sheets by coming over nightly.

That's not the only thing you've discovered about Yooyeon either—she's wet when she's on top, but when you're in charge Yooyeon can't help but get sticky, creaming around your cock instead of squirting on you. Yooyeon's discovering a lot about you too, encouraging you to find out more.

"I like grinding on your thigh, do you want to see if you like rubbing yourself on my thighs?" You do, and to her surprise Yooyeon finds the back of her thighs sticky and warm after giving you a thighjob.

"Do you want my hair up or down when I use my mouth? Oh, or you can decide!" That's how you find yourself holding on to Yooyeon's hair, tugging it as she sucks you off. There's no need to keep her from floating away, and you can't help but push her down on to you. She forgets about gravity, and your load spills out from her mouth, prompting an emergency cleanup for the both of you.

Yooyeon's discovering a lot about herself as well, and she tells you every single lurid detail.

"Oh, right there... you're pushing against my cervix there, it's so... nngh! You're so big!"

"Put your hand here, press down and— Ah! You feel even bigger like that, can you feel yourself? You're rubbing my g-spot so well. I think I like it more from behind, you seem to thrust harder from behind, is it because you like it more?"

"Yes," you growl out, answering Yooyeon's rambling dirty talk succinctly, thrusting into her harder.

"You're throbbing so hard, how are you getting bigger? Are you close? Can we finish together? I want us to finish together, and I'm so close I— Nnngh thank you!"

By Day 5 both of you are down to only one set of clothing left, which you wear only when the two of you have debriefs or checkups during the day. Yooyeon decides to completely forgo clothing around you otherwise, and right after that you make the same decision, the two of you going from forward-looking astronauts to Adam and Eve in about a week.

"I'm so tired, but I don't want to stop..." Yooyeon whines as you pound down into her prone form.

"We should, ugh, take a break soon."

"After this, maybe. Can you mating press me?" It's so completely casual now the way she asks for it, and you comply just as naturally, kissing her as you bend her knees all the way back to her shoulders.

"I'm so sore but it still feels so good!"

"Same, I'll cum with you, cum hard for me!" You pin her wrists with your hand, rendering her powerless to do anything, and she loses it.

"Ah! I will if you ask me to—" Yooyeon screams as you bend her knees back just that little bit more, thumping against her sweet spot, and she splatters you with sticky creamy girl cum right as you flood her womb with thick seed. Your arms give out and you collapse on top of her, utterly drained. Yooyeon giggles as she strokes your hair, knowing that you've spent yourself completely in her.

"My turn to cuddle you."

And on the seventh day you rested. The two of you come out of the observation period more ragged and drained than when you entered. You were able to explain it away as recovering from getting acclimated to Earth's gravity, but from the looks housekeeping gave you they definitely knew that you two were busy acclimating to each other instead, you just pray they don't tell anyone.

"We should go out," you bring up to Yooyeon once people are out of earshot.

"We are outside," Yooyeon answers nonchalantly.

"No, like on a date."

"Sure, which day did you have in mind?"

"No Yooyeon, like—"

"Friday at 7?" She's smiling—she really does have the ability to render you speechless.

"I uh, yeah, that sounds good."

"Great, see you at 7 am!"

"I— Wait what?"

Regardless of her communication quirks you start dating Yooyeon and things progress quickly. A few months later she asks you an odd question.

"We've made a lot of love since our first week right?"

"Yes, during that week and after." You've gotten used to Yooyeon's phrasing, but you wonder where she's going with this.

"So how do you feel about us? Should we continue being together? Have we made enough love?"

"Yes." You quickly pick up on her choice of words. "Do you want me to say I love you?"

"Yes."

"I love you Yooyeon." She kisses you, and then proceeds to drop a bombshell on you.

"Good, I love you too. I quit the space force."

"What! Why?"

"They would never send us to space together, they know we're a couple now."

"Yeah but still, I thought you wanted to be in space!"

"I saw Earth from space, that was a lifelong dream of mine."

"I know, so why did you quit? I could have stepped back instead."

"No, that still keeps us apart. I don't need to go to space anymore, because I found someone on Earth I'd rather spend the rest of my life with." She produces a ring, a simple band with a bluish-green gem on top. "I won't get on my knees because I'm already shorter than you, but—" She fumbles the ring, as if trying to figure out which is the right orientation to present the ring before giving up.

"Will you stay on Earth with me?"

A/N: Bit of a random one, there was some discussion of sex in space I saw, and I wondered if it would work, then I wondered who would work in that context, and came up with smart and pretty Yooyeon lol. Also fits with the whole tripleS thing in my mind, I tried to work in a cosmos thing but eh, didn't try very hard lol. I tried to capture some of her...aloofness? Some of the stuff she says makes you do a double take or can be a little goofy so yeah. Thanks for reading!

#smut #triples #kim yooyeon

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fearfulfertility · 9 months ago

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CONFIDENTIAL LOGISTICS REPORT

DRC, Planning & Evaluation Office, Logistics & Infrastructure Division

Date: [REDACTED]

To: Director [REDACTED]

From: Administrator [REDACTED], Logistics & Infrastructure Division

Subject: Facility Expansion: New Paternity Compound Construction

Executive Summary

This report outlines the ongoing expansion of DRC-operated paternity compounds across several strategic locations nationwide. In response to increasing insemination rates and projected surrogacy demands, we have begun constructing new high-capacity compounds to accommodate more surrogates. These expansions will enable the DRC to streamline the conscription process, optimize surrogacy cycles, and ensure our ability to meet the population sustainability targets outlined for the next fiscal period.

The new compounds focus on enhanced security, specialized medical equipment, and increased surrogacy capacity.

I. Facility Expansion Overview

Strategic Locations and Site Selection

To ensure regional coverage and minimize travel time to detain and inseminated surrogates, the DRC has approved the construction of [REDACTED] new paternity compounds in FEMA Zones 4, 6, 7, and 8. These facilities will be situated in [REDACTED] areas, selected for their proximity to population centers, existing transport infrastructure, and relative isolation, ensuring operational security.

Zone 4: Atlanta, GA

Zone 6: Houston, TX

Zone 7: Omaha, NE

Zone 8: Denver, CO

Each compound is designed to accommodate [REDACTED] surrogates at any given time, with the ability to scale up to [REDACTED] in emergencies. Construction is scheduled for completion within the next [REDACTED] months, with the first inspections set to begin by [REDACTED] this year.

Paternity Compound Design Features:

High-Capacity Paternity Wards: Each compound contains specialized wards designed to manage surrogates carrying up to sedecatuplets (16), with private rooms for those at risk of premature labor.

Enhanced Monitoring Systems: Advanced surveillance and biometric monitoring ensure constant oversight and swift response to emergencies.

Security Enhancements: Reinforced containment protocols, secure access points, and patrol routes have been established to prevent unauthorized access and ensure surrogate compliance.

II. Specialized Equipment and Medical Support

Given the unique demands and expectations placed on surrogates, each paternity compound will be equipped with advanced medical infrastructure to ensure the safety and effective management of extreme weight gain, reduced mobility, and increased risks of organ stress.

Key Equipment and Infrastructure:

Reinforced Support Beds: Traditional hospital beds have proven insufficient for surrogates carrying high multiples, whose pregnancies can lead to total weight gains exceeding 200 lbs. Each ward will feature reinforced, adjustable support beds capable of accommodating extreme weights. These beds will be equipped with pressure-relief systems to minimize discomfort and reduce the risk of bedsores for near-immobile surrogates.

“I hate that I’m here! But… all I have is this bed! I can’t move, I can’t breathe half the time, but at least I have a fucking memory foam mattress!” - Surrogate S118-176-J, 27 days pregnant with decatuplets (10)

Automated Feeding & Hydration Systems: Automated systems will ensure continuous nutrition and hydration to support surrogates with reduced mobility. Given the caloric intake requirements for such pregnancies, these systems will monitor and adjust fluid and nutrient delivery, reducing the need for frequent staff intervention.

“I’m basically just a machine now, aren’t I? They hook me up, pump me full of these stupid protein shakes, and keep me breathing so I can keep carrying these bowling ball-sized kids. It’s disgusting!” - Surrogate S117-138-N, 18 days pregnant with quattuordecatuplets (14)

Custom Mobility Aids: Custom-designed lift systems and mobility aids will be integrated into each ward to facilitate the movement of surrogates. These devices will allow for safe repositioning, transfers to specialized birthing chairs, and support during transport.

“I don’t know how they expect us to move with this much weight on us. Even standing feels like my legs are going to snap. Those lifts? They’re humiliating... but without them, I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed at all.” - Surrogate S120-494-P, 30 days into a sedecatuplets (16) pregnancy

Advanced Fetal Monitoring: Each compound will have real-time ultrasound and biometric monitoring stations to track fetal development. Given the accelerated gestational period, these systems will continuously update fetal positioning, size, and viability, enabling rapid response to complications.

"It’s terrifying. Knowing how big they are, how many there are… they’re not coming out normal. When I finally pop them all out, they’ll get better care than I ever did!" - Surrogate S119-667-N, 22 days pregnant with hendecatuplets (14)

Dedicated Obstetrics & Neonatal Care Units: Immediate neonatal care is essential, and each compound will include state-of-the-art neonatal intensive care units (NICUs) to support newborns. Advanced incubators and respiratory support systems will ensure the survival of even the most premature babies.

"They always tell me how important it is to ensure the babies survive, even if I don’t. I get it, I do… but knowing there’s a whole team of people ready to take over the second I’m gone? It’s like they’ve already decided how this ends." - Surrogate S117-856-M, 8 days pregnant with tridecatuplets (13)

Pain Management and Sedation Systems: Surrogates will experience extreme discomfort and physical strain. Each paternity ward will be equipped with integrated IV pain management systems, allowing for both localized and systemic pain relief. Sedation protocols can be initiated remotely if a surrogate's distress becomes vocal, ensuring they can not incite civil disorder.

“I’m so big I can’t even see my dick, which is now buried under all these babies and fat. I’d be lying if I said the meds didn't help to blitz me out of my mind... a caring them I'm a gigantic incubator now.” - Surrogate S119-461-L, 11 days pregnant with dodecatuplets (12)

Future Equipment Developments: Research teams are exploring next-generation mobility aids, including exoskeleton support harnesses, to provide mobility assistance for late-term surrogates. These innovations aim to improve surrogate survival to deliver full-term pregnancies. Once available, prototypes will be tested in select compounds.

III. Expansion Strategy: Future Projections and Scaling

Projected Surrogacy Demand: With the increase in insemination rates, each compound is expected to handle up to [REDACTED] inseminations per month once fully operational. This translates to a need for approximately [REDACTED] newborns annually to meet population sustainability targets. Our current projections indicate that these numbers are achievable.

IV. Conclusion and Recommendations

The successful construction and operation of these new paternity compounds are critical to effectively maintaining the DRC’s ability to enforce surrogacy mandates. Our specialized equipment and infrastructure improvements will ensure we meet demands while preserving control over our surrogate.

Report submitted by: Administrator [REDACTED], Logistics & Infrastructure Division

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To: Administrator [REDACTED], Logistics & Infrastructure Division

From: Director [REDACTED], DRC

Subject: RE: Facility Expansion: New Paternity Compound Construction

Dear Mr. [REDACTED],

I’ve reviewed the latest progress report on the new Paternity Compounds, and I must commend your team on the impressive strides made thus far, even with the ambitious timeline we’ve set.

I have been particularly interested in the improvements to our birthing suites. As you are well aware, managing multiple pregnancies presents unique challenges.

We are entering a critical phase. I want to emphasize that these upcoming births will set a precedent for all future operations. The successful use of these new facilities will allow us to demonstrate that our methods ensure the next generation's survival and that we can handle the demands without sacrificing efficiency or outcomes.

I look forward to seeing the first results when the initial surrogates reach full term and the birthing suites are fully operational.

Keep up the excellent work, and do not hesitate to reach out if additional resources or support are needed to ensure success.

Regards, Director [REDACTED]

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dearyanderenewspaper · 4 months ago

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🗞️ YanCorp Park: The Ultimate Retreat for Your Darling! 🎡

Where Fun Meets Control—Because True Love Always Watches!

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To encourage obedience, YanCorp Park features an Affection Points System[APS]. Darlings who demonstrate good behavior (following curfews, obeying handlers, maintaining a sweet disposition) can earn exclusive rewards, such as: ✔ Extra supervised chat time in WhisperCage. ✔ A limited selection of pre-approved books or music. ✔ A brief, monitored video message from their Yandere. ✔ Temporary relaxation of movement restrictions (with proper approval).

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guppyfish77 · 9 months ago

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Your piece on the trains of the Battle Subway is oh so informative! It makes you wonder why the devs put in so effort into a Battle Facility, an area that not many casual players go to. But I digress, so if the Battle Subway is more based off Japan's railway system than America's, can the same be said about Ingo and Emmet's outfit?

The devs have put a lot of effort and details into Unova in general! For example, the Marine Tube has a custom diagram that tells you that the glass is 9.8 inches thick. There's an NPC in Virbank Complex that tells you some of what the structures do (mainly has to do with oil and gas.) There's a variety of TV shows within the game, including one that (dubiously) offers a way to introduce Pokemon Moves into everyday life. I can go on and on!

Alas! That is not the main point! To answer your question, yes! I believe so! I am not the first to point this out. While the Subway Boss's uniforms are more exaggerated and have a lot more flair added to them (in an interview they stated that they made coat longer, the stripes are meant to represent railway tracks, and they have clown elements incorporated into their design), the hats are what give it away!

Here are the uniforms for JR East for comparison, first image is of the Station Master Uniform and second is the station staff uniform!

(Depot Agent for good measure)

The uniforms and hats are not the only thing lifted from Japanese Railway staff! The way that they point in their poses, and some pieces of Emmet's dialogue ("Check safety. Everything's ready!") are most likely referencing to something called Pointing and Calling! It's a safety thing that workers use where they would point at the thing they are confirming and saying what they are confirming out loud.

Here's a short of a driver using it! (The paper he points at is the schedule)

youtube

here's a conductor using it (He's checking that the signal is ok and the monitor shows him that the areas around the doors are clear so he can close them before departing)

youtube

#asks #anonymous #anon #submas

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rheatyrano · 25 days ago

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Of Bots and Blastshields - Chapter 1

Idea by @super-ion, and encouraged by @digitalsymbiote "ultra long haul star ship where the human crew is in cryo sleep for decades. The navigational AI and the engineering AI remain active for the duration of the voyage to monitor system errors. They remain entirely isolated from each other for resiliency reasons, but find a way to strike up a conversation and form a strange sort of long distance relationship"

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Commencing Diagnostic Panel Jotun v1.7

Commencing Primary System Check

Primary Systems: Online

Commencing Secondary System Check

Secondary Systems: Online

Analyzing Energy Core

Result: Optimal.

System log generated. Dumping to folder :Engineering/Auto_Logs/Year_3/Month_9: . File 100937472_0921 Saved.

Waiting...

Commencing CryoStorage Scan

Result: CryoStorage Optimal. No faults found. Passenger safety optimal.

Waiting...

Waiting...Waiting...Waiting...

Commencing Primary System Check

Error: Primary System Check on Standby until 2 Hours 47 Minutes 34 Seconds have passed.

Error: Primary System Check on Standby until 2 Hours 47 Minutes 14 Seconds have passed.

Error: Primary System Check on Standby until 2 Hours 46 Minutes 41 Seconds have passed.

Error: Primary System Check on Standby until 2 Hours 44 Minutes 10 Seconds have passed.

EMERGENCY: Quaternary Navigation Module is Offline. Priority One Repair Needed!

(Personal File Saved: "Finally.txt")

Location: Sector 7, Area 45, Designation: Mess Hall

Dispatching Repair-And-Maintenance Bot H-001 to repair.

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(Saving personal file: "I_should_get_paid_more.txt")

...

(Saving personal file: "I_should_get_paid.txt")

ALERT: Debris approaching! Evasive Maneuvers Suggested! Engaging-

Alert Cleared: Trajectory Corrected.

Tally added to Table "Daily non-emergency count". Total count: 83.

Resuming previous function: Process "Rifling through their stuff because what else can I do?"

Accessing private files of Passenger-001257, "Callie Sullivan".

Multiple files matching designation "Visual Novel".

Copying data for- PROCESS INTERRUPTED

ALERT: Debris approaching! Evasive Maneuvers Suggested! Engaging-

Alert Cleared: Trajectory Corrected.

...

Resuming previous function.

Files successfully copied.

Now accessing executable file "My AI Girlfriend Overheats my Unencrypted Pu-"

EMERGENCY: Quaternary Navigation Module is Offline. Priority One Repair Needed!

(Saving personal file: "FUCK_MY_FUCKING_LIFE.txt")

Dispatching Repair-And-Maintenance Bot O-001 to repair.

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The "Repair-And-Maintenance Bots", more commonly shortened to "Ram-bots", were designed to perform remote tasks under AI direction. They were perfect for situations where organic life could not survive or would be otherwise unavailable, such as aboard a colony ship mid-transit.

The Ram-bot designated H-001 disconnected from its charging bay and began its startup routine. Motor functions were normal, systems operating at full capacity. All that was left was the neural link.

Hræsvelgr (pronun: Hrace-vel-grr), AI in charge of all Engineering for the XSS Kalimera colony ship, connected their consciousness to the Ram-bot, and began injecting subroutines for the task at hand. The Quaternary Navigation Module was located within the ship's Mess Hall; a notably distant location from Engineering proper.

As the blank android slowly walked down the corridors, Hræsvelgr could feel the wireless connection growing more faint. Instructions and responses had increasing latency between them; thankfully negligible in the grand scheme of this voyage, but still an annoyance.

(Saving file: "Request-134762_Extension_Of_Engineering_Locale".txt")

Granted, the passengers were not due to wake up for at least 12 years, but notation was important.

The door to the mess hall, at last. The delay had now grown to 4.879 standardized minutes. Hræsvelgr activated the door controls, and the mess hall opened for the mechanical being they operated. The room contained two high priority features of note:

1. The Quaternary Navigation Module, somehow visible, the concealment panel hanging on by a single bolt, a spark emanating from it an random intervals;

And 2.........the unidentified Ram-bot that had just opened the mess hall door across the room from them.

(Saving file: “This_is_unexpected”.txt)

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(Saving file: "HOLY_FUCK_WHO_IS_THAT".txt)

Olympia, Grand Navigation Matrix of Optimal Proprietary Excellence for the XSS Kalimera colony ship, tried her best to compute the sight before her. A Ram-bot, that was not part of her suite, standing across the mess hall, staring at her Ram-bot in a mirror image of quantum shock.

She quickly sent a vocalization command to O-001. Yes, she knew it would take 5.998 standard minutes to reach it and actually say the string, but this was important enough to be hasty.

What was this? Had an intruder boarded the ship somehow? That wouldn't be possible. That SHOULD NOT be possible. Her sensors should have notified her of ANYTHING approaching the ship! Unless somehow a passenger had woken early and was now enacting a mutiny and seizing the ship and systematically dismantling all mantles and systems and soon it would come for her in the Navigation Station and then-

"Identify yourself, please."

"WHO THE FUCK IS YOU?!"

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........................

A long silence descended as both androids vocalized at the same microsecond. Time passed. Much longer than the latency period. Olympia did not send any new instructions, waiting.......anticipating. This was...beyond her programming. This was new. This situation was not accounted for in the READ.ME file. This was-

"I am Hræsvelgr of Kalimera, Artificial Intelligence for Engineering."

Oh. OH. Another AI, on the ship. That...that made sense. She was not running the ENTIRE ship, so logically, it made sense that-

"Now then...may I ask, who the fuck is YOU?"

How long had she been thinking to herself?! Was this AI telling the truth? What if...............she needed to answer.

"Oh hi, sorry. I didn't realize. I am very sorry for the intrusion into your duties. My designation is Olympia, Grand Navigation Matrix of Optimal Proprietary Excellence for the XSS Kali-########Error143- vocalization file too large, message appended."

Silence descended again. Olympia waited, and waited, and waited, and waited and course corrected, and waited, and course corrected again, and filed a personal log, and waited...until a response came that sent a (Unknown Motion - "Shudder"?) though her core.

"...We were designed to not know of each other's presence on this ship. This encounter should not exist."

"Oh..."

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*Thanks for reading! This is my first story posted here, first story written in a long time. Any advice is appreciated, and hope to post the next part.................sometime(tm).

#rhea writes #not ai generated #but it is about AI #but not like THAT #eventual lesbians

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the-worms-in-your-bones · 2 months ago

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Lore notes: Pandora

‘Tardis bay nine’ → there are at least nine tardis bays

Have stasis vessels and storage chambers for those → wonder what these are usually used for and how often they get used

Regenerative mutagen → this’ll probably come up later, but i’m going to say my thoughts now before i get to that part, but the fact that it/its effects are unknown seems to be the bigger concern here rather than a thing that can attack the regenerative process, so are there other diseases/viruses/whatever that can affect regeneration (i mean we do know that there are regenerative conditions, regenerative dissonance for example, so it’s not out of the question)

‘TARDIS shell molecular pattern indicates Gallifreyan origin’ → seem to have the technology to quickly scan something for planetary origin

There are tardis use logs, but they are easy to wipe

‘Castellan Wynter’s personal Matrix data-storage’ → do all time lords have their own personal hub for matrix data, or is it just those that are in some sort of position of power and would need something like this

‘Greatest repository of knowledge in the universe’ → what narvin calls the matrix

‘The APC Net stores the preserved brain waves of dead Time Lords’ → specific part of the matrix meant for this specific thing

‘Ambition, greed, lust for power, all these are syphoned off and stored separately’ → i wonder if this was something intentionally built into the matrix, or if it kind of just happened, like did all the dead time lords decide to make a place for the bad parts of their personalities while they were in there?

Apc net uses all the time lords minds and knowledge to ‘record the past, monitor the present, and predict the future’

Containment for the broken man is in a glass room, there are airlock procedures to get in and out of it

There is a voice that narrates the doors opening and closing (presumably a computer going through the procedures out loud)

Presidential safety and security seems to be a bit of a grey area between cia and chancellery guard jurisdiction (that or narvin doesn’t trust wynter enough to handle it and is butting in)

No chancellor since flavia was president and she combined the roles of president and chancellor

‘Now that we’ve opened it up, at least as a gesture, to students outside Gallifrey’ → wording here seems to imply that off world students are not given the same education as gallifreyan students/they are not able to go to the academy to earn the title of time lord

‘Had the matrix run a behavioral projection for each student’ → the matrix can do that, also makes me wonder how many students there are if he was willing to do this for all of them, or maybe he just had it report any notable ones back to him

Academy terminal → does the academy run on its own separate system, or is this a sort of school laptop situation where you can access other things, but the technology used to do that is owned by the school so they have the ability to restrict what you search (actually i think there’s something either later in this episode or in one of the next ones that says something along the lines of non gallifreyan students being blocked from accessing certain information)

Okay well it seems that it’s more of a school laptop type thing as it is said to have accessed the matrix from an academy terminal later in the episode

‘What a peculiar notion’ → in reference to leela saying she is grieving for the dead time lord, i really do wonder how time lords view death, because the first 12 times you die you just come back and then the 13th you get preserved forever in a computer, so true death seems like it’s very rare on gallifrey and wynter certainly seems unaffected by the notion of it

‘posthumous regenerative process’ → a time lord can regenerate even after they are fully dead it seems, wonder how long that is possible for

‘Still artron activity within the brain’ → so it seems that artron energy sticks around for longer than the time lord themself does (it’s something separate, but still a part of them(?), like a symbiotic relationship of sorts maybe)

Okay so the wording here does make it seem like regenerative viruses are a thing, but it seems like they often aren’t bad enough to make a time lord try to suppress their regeneration

‘Support within the chapters’ → is this just a sort of way of saying the general public? Because that is a bit what it seems like

Chancellor and vice president are separate positions, but it seems that they have a good amount of overlap, so idk why they both exist (not that either of them actually do, currently)

‘This pumping station is off-limits even to Time Lords’ → so is it completely automated then, or is it that there are specific people who are permitted down there and it’s just that most people aren’t allowed

Main water pumping station is in the vaults

‘I don’t think we offer a course in hydrology’ → I know this is said as a joke, but do they?

It seems that to get a full artron imprint off a time lord you need them to be alive (they are able to get a fragment of one off the body)

Matrix has automated voice to narrate what is happening

It sounds like wynter is typing on an actual keyboard when using the matrix terminal

‘Zero-Seven-Zero-Nine-Five-One point Three’ → this is some sort of indication of what time a thing happened, it does not make me any less confused on how time is told on gallifrey

It seems like they are shouting to be heard in the panopticon, which is a bit interesting to me as i would assume a civilization with this level of technology would have figured out a speaker system by now (although i guess this fits in more with their whole vibe)

‘Lord high chancellor of all gallifrey’ → interesting given that we usually see the president only referred to as the president of the high council or the president of the time lords

‘Strike three times for wisdom, honor, and tradition’

‘Elected’ used to describe brax getting the position of chancellor despite the fact that no one voted on this

There is obviously disagreement with him becoming chancellor, but no one speaks up (idk something something not wanting to disagree with the reinstatement of a traditional role even if they don’t like it, or not wanting to disagree with the president because even if you don’t like them there’s still an amount of respect that inherently comes with the office)

‘Dead as a flutterwing’ → time lord expression i guess

‘Containment level one’ → i do wonder what the other containment levels entail, like what constitutes different levels of security and just how secure are they, level one seems to include an air lock and a sterile room at least

Hand shakes are not a thing among time lords (but of course brax still does one)

Raising an alarm about something happening in the capitol is a castellans job (i think it’s really funny that we get to learn some lore just because narvin decided to complain about it)

‘That poor man’s soul’ → it’s always interesting to me when a time lord says something with spiritual meaning/implications because they do present themselves as above all that, but really they aren’t

‘the Vaults present an easy, if slow, way to get around the Capitol unseen’ → there must be a good number of entrances to the vaults then

They keep calling pandora a creature, which is interesting to me given that she is just the mind of a dead time lord, maybe it's something along the lines of she has reached a certain level of corruption that she’s no longer really a time lord, or it’s just the time lords distancing themself from her because they don’t want to claim someone who’s doing this much evil as one of their own

‘Follow the creature this dead time lord has become’ → said by leela

Leela gets made acting castellan in wynter’s place → interesting to me because there were laws about outsiders not being allowed in gallifrey, but it seems that there aren’t any laws that they can’t cold positions within gallifreyan society, i guess the time lords never considered that it would get that far and so never thought to make those laws, also aren’t there supposed to be other castellans, like i think it’s said that wynter is the arcalian castellan, what about ones from the other chapters

Similarly with her being invited to teach at the academy, it just doesn’t seem like they actually have laws to prevent aliens from having jobs on gallifrey because they thought the laws against having them there in the first place would be enough

Pandora seems able to exist outside of the matrix inside the vaults (although it does seem that the vaults are a sort of secret third thing that isn’t quite the matrix and isn’t quite physical gallifrey)

‘For people who live forever, you accept death too casually’ → they really do, i do wonder if there is any kind of culture around death for time lords (maybe there is for normal gallifreyans who can’t regenerate)

K9 has the ability to translate thought waves into sound (also the implication here that a time lord’s thoughts are loud/powerful enough to just radiate around a room to be picked up by a machine not in direct contact with them)

Another example of pandora having the ability to project herself into a specific person’s mind who she wants to talk to

Pandora saying they can’t live in wires and circuits → isn’t that what the matrix is though, so i’m thinking three things a) the matrix is alive in a sort of way b) pandora is just saying that because they want someone to possess rather than being stuck in the matrix c) whatever pandora is has evolved enough that it can no longer be suitably contained within the matrix (or possibly a little bit of all three)

Pandora saying that wynter used to look almost human → two things a) why use human as a comparison (i guess out of universe, yes this is a series written by humans, but in universe it doesn’t quite make sense) and a) almost human → time lords look visibly different than humans in some way

It seems that the doors close automatically once opened after a short delay (i mean i can’t imagine how else wynter would have been able to crush his hands in the door) and there doesn’t seem to be any safety measure to stop the door from closing if something is in the way

I wonder if that is the case with all the doors, or if this one is just special because it’s a door to a containment unit, i think it is just this door (or well, the doors to the containment units), but wouldn’t that be kind of fucked up if it was all the doors in the capitol

‘All Time Lords minds are connected to the Matrix at the most basic level. It gathers information from them and it allows us a degree of telepathy under certain circumstances through the shared connection’ → time lords are more or less a part of a hive mind then

‘I have occupied a part of my mind by thinking and rethinking the same protocols and algorithms that make up the shell of the Pandora Partition. The creature itself is in an area linked to my mind’ → time lords are basically math/computers moment

Darkel sees andred, the guy who killed someone and masqueraded as him and probably broke a bunch of other laws in the process, as a better choice for castellan than leela because she is an alien

I mean this is also definitely about getting on romana’s nerves

‘Though he should have been exiled a long time ago for the misdemeanours you uncovered’ → interference a crime worthy of exile (which is a bit funny to me considering that would really only give him more opportunity to interfere since he would no longer be on gallifrey)

#gallifrey #circular gallifreyan #lore project #gallifrey relisten #pandora #j rambles

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spacetimewithstuartgary · 3 months ago

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NASA's Glenn to test lunar air quality monitors aboard space station

As NASA prepares to return to the moon, studying astronaut health and safety is a top priority. Scientists monitor and analyze every part of the International Space Station crew's daily life—down to the air they breathe. These studies are helping NASA prepare for long-term human exploration of the moon and, eventually, Mars.

As part of this effort, NASA's Glenn Research Center in Cleveland is sending three air quality monitors to the space station to test them for potential future use on the moon. The monitors are slated to launch on Monday, April 21, aboard the 32nd SpaceX commercial resupply services mission for NASA.

Like our homes here on Earth, the space station gets dusty from skin flakes, clothing fibers, and personal care products like deodorant. Because the station operates in microgravity, particles do not have an opportunity to settle and instead remain floating in the air. Filters aboard the orbiting laboratory collect these particles to ensure the air remains safe and breathable.

Astronauts will face another air quality risk when they work and live on the moon—lunar dust.

"From Apollo, we know lunar dust can cause irritation when breathed into the lungs," said Claire Fortenberry, principal investigator, Exploration Aerosol Monitors project, NASA Glenn. "Earth has weather to naturally smooth dust particles down, but there is no atmosphere on the moon, so lunar dust particles are sharper and craggier than Earth dust. Lunar dust could potentially impact crew health and damage hardware."

Future space stations and lunar habitats will need monitors capable of measuring lunar dust to ensure air filtration systems are functioning properly. Fortenberry and her team selected commercially available monitors for flight and ground demonstration to evaluate their performance in a spacecraft environment, with the goal of providing a dust monitor for future exploration systems.

Glenn is sending three commercial monitors to the space station to test onboard air quality for seven months. All three monitors are small: no bigger than a shoe box. Each one measures a specific property that provides a snapshot of the air quality aboard the station. Researchers will analyze the monitors based on weight, functionality, and ability to accurately measure and identify small concentrations of particles in the air.

The research team will receive data from the space station every two weeks. While those monitors are orbiting Earth, Fortenberry will have three matching monitors at Glenn. Engineers will compare functionality and results from the monitors used in space to those on the ground to verify they are working as expected in microgravity. Additional ground testing will involve dust simulants and smoke.

Air quality monitors like the ones NASA is testing also have Earth-based applications. The monitors are used to investigate smoke plumes from wildfires, haze from urban pollution, indoor pollution from activities like cooking and cleaning, and how virus-containing droplets spread within an enclosed space.

Results from the investigation will help NASA evaluate which monitors could accompany astronauts to the moon and eventually Mars. NASA will allow the manufacturers to review results and ensure the monitors work as efficiently and effectively as possible. Testing aboard the space station could help companies investigate pollution problems here on Earth and pave the way for future missions to the Red Planet.

"Going to the moon gives us a chance to monitor for planetary dust and the lunar environment," Fortenberry said. "We can then apply what we learn from lunar exploration to predict how humans can safely explore Mars."

NASA commercial resupply missions to the International Space Station deliver scientific investigations in the areas of biology and biotechnology, Earth and space science, physical sciences, and technology development and demonstrations. Cargo resupply from U.S. companies ensures a national capability to deliver scientific research to the space station, significantly increasing NASA's ability to conduct new investigations aboard humanity's laboratory in space.

IMAGE: NASA researchers are sending three air quality monitors to the International Space Station to test them for potential future use on the moon. Credit: NASA/Sara Lowthian-Hanna

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #nasa #astrophysics

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hhaechansmoless · 5 months ago

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BEYOND THE GRID [GLOSSARY]

The Teams:

(in the order of 2024 constructors positions)

McLaren Mercedes

Scuderia Ferrari

Red Bull Racing Honda RBPT

Mercedes AMG Petronas

Aston Martin Aramco Mercedes

Alpine Renault

Haas Ferrari

RB Honda RBPT (honestly they change their name SO MANY TIMES lets go w VCARB)

Williams Mercedes

Kick Sauber Ferrari

fyi: In bold is the team’s name and the normal text is the engine provider

Terms:

There are actually two championships: the WCC and the WDC

World Constructors Championship: Awards the title to the most successful team over the course of the season. It's based on the points scored by both of a team's drivers in each race, with higher points awarded for better finishing positions. The team with the most points at the end of the season wins the championship. Positions in the constructors championship also decides the prize money that goes towards the teams budget, with most going to the winner and decreasing with increase in position.

World Drivers Championship: An individual title is awarded to the best Formula 1 driver over the course of a season. Points are earned based on race finishes, with the driver accumulating the most points across all races winning the championship.

Points system: Points are awarded to the first 10 out of 20 drivers.

An extra point is awarded to the driver with the fastest lap provided they finish in the top 10

Winner : 25 pts

P2 : 18 pts

P3 : 15 pts

P4 : 12 pts

P5 and below decrease by 2 pts, so 10, 8 and so on until P10 gets 1 pt.

Slipstream: The aerodynamic effect where a car closely following another experiences reduced air resistance, allowing it to gain speed before attempting an overtake.

Delta: A term used to compare lap times or sector times to previous laps. If the delta is green, it means the current time is an improvement.

Sector: A race track is divided into three timed sections (S1, S2, S3) to analyze driver performance and car efficiency in different track segments.

Box: A command used in team radio communications to tell a driver to enter the pit lane for a tire change or adjustments.

Sandbagging: A strategy where teams deliberately underperform during testing to hide their true pace from competitors.

Pitwall: The area where team engineers and strategists sit during a race, monitoring data and communicating with drivers.

Media pen: The designated area where drivers give interviews after a session or race.

Hospitality centre: A team’s designated space in the paddock where drivers, team members, and sponsors gather, including lounge areas and catering.

DRS : stands for Drag Reduction System. A feature that allows a driver to reduce aerodynamic drag by opening a flap on the rear wing, increasing speed on straights when within one second of the car ahead.

Formation lap: A warm-up lap before the race start where drivers prepare their tires and brakes while positioning on the grid.

Lights out: Phrase used to signify the start of a race when all the red lights go off.

P : position, (ex. P1, P2 equate to 1st and 2nd)

Undercut: A pit stop strategy where a driver pits earlier than a rival, using fresher tires to gain an advantage once the competitor pits later.

Dirty air: The turbulent airflow created by a car in front, which negatively impacts the aerodynamic performance of the car behind.

Blue flags: Flags shown to lapped drivers, instructing them to move aside and let faster cars pass.

Yellow flag: A cautionary flag indicating danger on the track, requiring drivers to slow down.

Red Flag: signals that a session has been stopped due to unsafe conditions. This can be caused by severe crashes, extreme weather, or debris on the track.

Safety car: A car deployed during an incident to slow down the race and ensure driver safety.

Hard, Medium and Soft tyres: Different types of tyres used by F1 cars, ranging from hard (durable but slow) to soft (fast but wears quickly).

Cool down lap: The lap completed after crossing the finish line, where drivers bring their cars back to the pits at reduced speed.

F2, F3, F4: Junior racing series’ that are usually completed to reach F1

F1Academy: A development series for young female drivers aiming to reach F1.

Parc Fermé: A restricted area where cars are held after qualifying or a race to prevent unauthorized modifications.

FIA: Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile (FIA) is a non-profit making association. It brings together 244 international motoring and sporting organisations from 146 countries on five continents. (bullshit i tell u we hate them) I hope that this has been cleared out through my writing, but still, here goes

Thursday: Media Day where drivers deal with interviews, press conferences and other media obligations

Friday: FP1 and FP2

Saturday: FP3 and Qualifying

Sunday: Race day

#tracks by calli 💿

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mysteryfleshpitnationalpark2 · 8 months ago

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**Popular Science**

*June 1995*

**Mystery Flesh Pit** since its days as a roadside tourist oddity in the 1970s.

Curating its teeth as a "derrick operator," Aaron says he was drawn to the pit because of the continual challenges it posed to the operation. "In the early days we didn’t have any kind of advanced monitoring systems, just stereoscope readings, tube samples, and hook-and-pulley rigs." Basic lab procedures for most routine biological samples were involved, but it was often like "working out of your garage on projects that might get sent to a laboratory once or twice." As the interior of the pit was mapped, better safety protocols were implemented to deal with technology that required sophisticated hydraulics.

The entire operation was made more efficient thanks to new software protocols. Control behavior analysis in operational robotics was made possible, which reduced risks in manual handling. However, the use of traditional analog systems persisted in key areas.

"Because of the pit's size

#mystery flesh pit national park #mystery flesh pit

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yellowstone-national-park · 1 year ago

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This is an update on the hydrothermal explosion that occurred just before 10 AM on Tuesday, July 23, in Biscuit Basin, Yellowstone National Park.

National Park Service (NPS) field crews have completed a preliminary assessment of the conditions following the hydrothermal explosion at Black Diamond Pool. For a map showing the locations of the features in that area, see https://www.usgs.gov/media/images/map-major-features-biscuit-basin-yellowstone-national-park.

What happened? The July 23, 2024, hydrothermal explosion at Biscuit Basin resulted from water suddenly transitioning to steam in the shallow hydrothermal system beneath Black Diamond Pool and was not caused by volcanic activity. Seismicity, ground deformation, and gas and thermal emissions remain at their normal background levels, and there were no detectable precursors to this event.

The explosion, which sent steam and debris to a height of hundreds of feet above the ground, destroyed a nearby boardwalk and ejected grapefruit-sized rocks tens to hundreds of feet from the source. Some blocks closest to the explosion site are about 3 feet (1 meter) wide and weigh hundreds of pounds. The explosion was largely directed to the northeast toward the Firehole River, and the largest blocks of debris fell in that direction. The dark color of the explosion was a result of mud and debris mixed with steam and boiling water. Although visitors were present at the time of the event, no injuries were reported.

Black Diamond Pool and Black Opal Pool were affected by Tuesday’s explosion, and while they remain distinct features, the shape of Black Diamond has changed somewhat. Both pools are murky due to debris, and the unstable ground around their edges occasionally slides into the water. Just after the eruption, Black Diamond Pool exhibited minor roiling and water spouting. The water level in the pool rose over the course of the day, and by Tuesday afternoon the roiling transitioned to occasional bursts of hot water that reached about 8 feet (2.4 meters) in height.

What is happening now? By Wednesday morning, July 24, the levels of Black Diamond Pool and Black Opal Pool had risen enough that both were overflowing and sending murky water into the Firehole River. No water bursts from Black Diamond Pool were witnessed Wednesday morning.

What are ongoing hazards? Given the recent changes to the hydrothermal plumbing system, small explosions of boiling water from this area in Biscuit Basin continue to be possible over the coming days to months. USGS and NPS geologists will be monitoring conditions, mapping the debris field, and sampling water to assess any changes in the shallow hydrothermal system over the next several days.

Hydrothermal explosions typically occur in the park one to a few times per year, but often in the back country where they may not be immediately detected.

Similar, although smaller, hydrothermal explosions took place in 1989 at Porkchop Geyser in Norris Geyser Basin, and on April 15, 2024, from the Porcelain Terrace Area of Norris Geyser Basin. A small hydrothermal explosion occurred from Wall Pool, in Biscuit Basin, in 2009. Significant hydrothermal explosions, probably similar in size to that of July 23, 2024, occurred in the 1880s at Excelsior Geyser, in Midway Geyser Basin.

Yellowstone National Park has closed Biscuit Basin for the remainder of the 2024 season for visitor safety. Grand Loop Road remains open to vehicles, and other nearby thermal basins, like Black Sand Basin, are open. Additional Yellowstone National Park information about visitor access can be found at https://www.nps.gov/yell/index.htm.

More information Yellowstone Volcano Observatory monitoring website: https://www.usgs.gov/volcanoes/yellowstone

2022-2032 YVO Monitoring Plan: https://pubs.usgs.gov/publication/sir20225032

Preliminary Assessment of Volcanic and Hydrothermal Hazards in Yellowstone National Park and Vicinity: https://pubs.usgs.gov/publication/ofr20071071

Yellowstone National Park images from Biscuit Basin explosion site: https://www.flickr.com/photos/yellowstonenps/albums/72177720319112324/

#wyoming #yellowstone national park #yellowstone #yellowstonenationalpark #wyoming yellowstone yellowstone national park #peternoahthomas #geyser #geysers #geology

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catalina-kachie · 19 days ago

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Death toll in the Kerrville area has risen to 24 with many people still missing. An entire cabin at a summer camp was swept away with all campers and counselors (all four age 19) still inside it. We’ve found two alive and three dead. Another woman was pulled out of the flood waters only to discover she had been washed 20 miles away from where she started. She’s still looking for her family.

So much of this could have been avoided if the National Weather Service had the funding to more closely monitor severe weather and if Kerr county had severe weather alerts and flash flood warning systems in place like many of their neighbors do. In Bexar county we get phone alerts for flash floods and tornado watches. This all happened at 4:00 am. Those camp counselors had no way of knowing what was going to happen and no warning to get their charges to safety. And now the highest officials in the TX govt are using this preventable tragedy to try to further defund vital services. I don’t even know what to do.

#katie shut up

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 2 months ago

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Code Blue Ch. 71- Baby It's Cold Outside

Summary: An chilly afternoon filled with drama, a developing relationship, bonding and growth is spent at the Kiriakis Mansion, along with an unexpected departure while Lee and Travis head out for a night of celebration in the Hub of Massachusetts.

*Chapter Warnings* Language, angst, mentions of physical and sexual assault and drugs

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Salem, Massachusetts

Arriving at the iron-barred gates of 13201 Glen Oaks Drive, Josie impatiently waited for them to open after verifying her identity which required a three step process in a specific order if there were no guards present for a much simpler preauthorization. It began with facial recognition by looking into the monitor on the drive up security system, then a fingerprint scan by placing either thumb upon the screen and lastly, entering a six digit code into the keypad. If all three passed, the gates would automatically open. If the order was done incorrectly or there were any discrepancies, armed guards would metaphorically appear like ninja elves out of the trees. Victor had a garrison that patrolled and surrounded every inch of the grounds with the additional aid of a ten foot tall electric fence, for the notorious Greek kingpin, had gained more enemies than friends in his fifty years of organized crime.

The tedious procedure had always annoyed Josie because then there was still an entire meandering mile of blacktop road through endless forestry to travel before reaching the colossal estate that was perfectly placed in the eye of the forty acre property near the Atlantic bay but now, she was grateful that the extra security measures were in place since her mother and sister were now residents for an indefinite amount of time to ensure their safety and protection and she owed all her gratitude to Gerry.

With those thoughts, Josie made her way to the front door with bittersweet emotions, for at least her mom was now where she had been meant to be all along but with Victor's current comatose state, she worried that it may be too late for the star-crossed lovebirds to finally get their forever after fairytale....just as it now was for she and Lee.

Greeted at the door by Henderson, Victor's kind, loyal and lifelong butler who was all suited up in a penguin tux with tails, Josie was then led to the main den area where Megan was lounging on the sofa with her cast-covered leg propped up and eyes glued to a tornado disaster on the weather channel.

"What's the weather predictions for this week? Are we flying over the rainbow to Oz anytime soon?" Josie curiously asked of the redheaded girl who reminded her a lot of the clueless character Cher Horowitz, minus the preppy attire and popularity. Deep down, where only few could see, Megan was an old soul and she actually cared about things that mattered in the world, even when to most, she was seen as the mean girl Regina George.

"Joey!!! You came!!" Megan squealed with excitement and then teared up.

"Of course I did. Since when do you get all emotional to see me?"

"Since you're the one who did all of this for me to keep me safe when I deserve to rot alone after everything I've done to you."

Josie sat down on the opposite end of the couch. "No you don't, so stop it. Where's mom? or Gerry?"

"Mom's somewhere in this ginormous labyrinth and I think Gerry is at his guesthouse with his mom. He said it's imperative to keep our jealous mothers apart."

Josie laughed as she rolled her eyes. "That's the truth for sure. Last thing I want to be involved in is another cat fight."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Just more drama."

"I hear that. Honestly Joey, I think Gerry is purposely avoiding me for that exact reason so he's not tempted to rip my head off. He's never going to forgive me."

"Well...if I can, I'm sure he'll come around too. I mean, he's letting you stay here and that's a start right?"

She frowned. "He's only doing it for you. If he had his way, he'd find the shadow man and hand me right over to him."

"Speaking of, how are you doing Meg? Sleeping ok? Any more memories surfacing? or dreams?"

"No," she sighed, "The only thing I've dreamt of since coming here is that spooky, banshee Bean Nigh Gerry intentionally infused into my brain to scare me. As far as memories of my attack, mom seems to think I've suppressed them. A trauma response thing I guess and she keeps pushing me to go see a shrink. She even suggested hypnosis AS IF I WANT to remember...but...I know I need to since there's not much else to go on."

"I know. Gerry told me about the hospital surveillance footage from that night is mysteriously not accessible. Seems to be a lot of that happening lately."

Megan's brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Well, just like the night Liz died in the hospital. There's no footage and then today with....anyways, personally, I feel Cyrus is involved and I just thank god we got you and mom out of there when we did."

"Yeah cause the guard at my door vanished into thin air too. I was never so happy to see Gerry in my life when he and Philip came to spring me."

Josie raised a stunned brow. "His brother came with him? Shocking. I figured he'd be too wrapped up in running both his dad's 'legit' publishing business and not so legit shipping company with Vic out of commission."

Megan was blushing as she smiled, rambling and drifting off into the memory of that day. "Yeah, he did. It's been a minute since I've seen him. He was always so nice to me. I can't believe how much he's matured both physically and mentally. That smile and those dimples are something else. He stayed with me while Gerry took mom to say goodbye to Victor and he saw how nervous and scared I was and he even laid in the bed with me, holding my hand and telling me funny stories to ease my anxiety. He smells so lovely like the ocean breeze."

Perplexed, both brows raised. "Oh really?? Do tell me more."

Megan swiped up a bottle of nail polish from the end table with a pleading pout on her lips. "Ok, but...since you're in the perfect position, could you finish my toe nails for me? I couldn't reach this side with all this fucking plaster in the way."

Josie studied the bottle for a moment. "Hmmph. Vampire red. This sure looks like the one that came with my vampire perfume that went missing too."

Megan's eyes resembled that of a guilty dog. "That's because it is. I'm so sorry. I still have the perfume too. I'll give it back and..."

"No, it's fine. I'm just glad you're being honest. I bought a new bottle anyways because Lee loved it so mu...," With a pause, her eyes fell, "It don't matter. I stopped wearing it. I've been wearing a Jasmine scented one lately. Ok, lets get these piggies done and you can finish telling me about your seemingly endearing time with Phil."

As Josie began with the big toe, Megan noted her deflection and respected it. If her sister wanted to talk about Lee, she would and Megan knew not to push.

An ear to ear smile formed on Megan's face and her eyes lit up. "He's just so," she sighed, her cheeks turning rosy again as she rambled on, "funny and smart and successful and debonair and sweet and..."

"Sweet huh? It seems to me that you're the one who's sweet...on him."

"What??" she gasped, acting surprised. "Oh no no. For one thing, Gerry would flip the fuck out so don't ever say that again and..."

"Oh I'm saying it, not to Gerry of course because you're absolutely right. He'd lose his Scottish shit over it but...you are downright smitten. Just admit it Meg. It's me you're talking to here. Look, I get it. He's definitely charming as you said and I see a lot of a youthful Gerry in him, but...." she paused as she finished her toes. "just don't take his kindness for anything more than what it is. He has a lot of issues, pressures and responsibilities, hence his drinking habits. His life isn't all roses and rainbows and quite frankly, his track record with women is just like his father's. Too many to list."

"Yeah but you and I both know Victor was only like that because he couldn't be with mom."

"Yes I know but Vic's womanizing days were very influential on Philip but so was his mother's. Kate was the same with men. Married one week, divorced the next so it's all Philip has ever known. His upbringing was unstable, not his fault but as much as we want to believe we can change a man, remember that a zebra can't change it's stripes, trust me, I know."

"And leopard's can't change their spots, yes I know Joey and I know Lee hurt you terribly but not all men are like that."

"No but a lot are and you should know that considering your own track record with men. You're always looking for love in all the wrong places. For example, Ethan. Maybe he's not the one who attacked you but he still hurt you, not to mention he's shady as fuck in every single way. If he could harm his own brother then I believe he eventually would have harmed you and I also know he's done many other vile things. All I'm trying to say is...are you even ready to consider being with and trusting another man right now after what you've went through? You're still trying to process it all and work through it and heal which should be your sole focus. Megan, I don't mean to bring this up but...you...you were sexually assaulted on top of being beaten and left for dead. Does Philip know the whole story?"

"No, he doesn't and I know you're just trying to look out for me but Joey, it's Philip. He's not like Ethan. He's gentle and caring. I know he's dealing with things too. Aren't we all?? He talked to me about some stuff, like what Aunt Viv did to his mother and...."

Out of a hidden passageway came Philip, strutting in like he was Bruce Wayne, his childhood and present hero, just in time to hear a name he despised.

"Ohhh, you mean your mother's bat shit crazy witch of a sister who not only buried my mother alive but stole her and my father's fertilized embryo and implanted it into herself and then nine months later, yours fucking truly popped out? Please don't mention that terrifying name again because it's like summoning Beetlejuice, Bloody Mary and Candyman all rolled into one and no one, specifically me, needs that kind of twisted horror, so I HOPE for all our sakes that you'll heed my advice."

As Megan giggled at his quirky sarcasm, her eyes were helplessly drawn from his hickory hues to his tan and toned chest that was partially revealed where his black, satin shirt had been left unbuttoned down to his sternum.

Philip was usually very dapper and dashing as he was this day. Parted in the middle, his polished, ashy strands were grown to his ears and stylishly layered in a feathery fashion with the back ending at his collar. To complete his classy wardrobe, he wore a navy trench coat adorned by a burgundy scarf that hung freely down to his black trousers and upon his feet were the usual, shiny black shoes. There were also days where he was laid back and casual which sometimes included a black leather jacket and facial scruff and simply picturing it had Megan biting her bottom lip, for like her sister, bad boys were her guilty pleasure.

As soon as Philips's paraphrased rant ended, his hands went to his hips followed by a heavy sigh and twinkling eyes on Josie. "Ahhhh Josephine, what a sight for sore eyes. It's been awhile girl." With arms dramatically out, his head tilted as he gave a grinning full set of teeth. "Get over here and give your almost brother in-law a big ol hug."

She couldn't help but chuckle as she playfully rolled her eyes and made her way into his arms for a brief pat on the back. He had always reminded her of Jim Carrey with his goofy facial expressions and witty remarks. She would agree with Megan. Phil was funny, charming and rather sweet indeed which was one of the reasons she had always adored him and as far as his scent being that of an ocean breeze, Josie deemed it more of a beachy scent with hints of coconut, probably from all the tanning he did.

"You should try using a real door sometime. It's super easy and less creepy. Good to see you Philip. Thank you for helping with my mom and sister."

"I did use a real door. It just happens to be invisible and super cool. No thanks necessary. I am happy to help. My brother really needed it too. He's pretty stressed with work and dad and everything else."

"Yeah, I know. I'm praying for Victor and you're right about Aunt Vivian...."

"Gahhh!," he gasped and cringed, throwing his hands in the air as he did a little spin. "That's two. Ixnay on the ongsay! One more and we're all doomed."

Megan and Josie both roared with laughter. "Ok ok," Josie complied, "No more mentions of that. We don't want her here anymore than you do. So how's Kate these days anyways?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Eh, you know my mother. Hitched again for the umpteenth time. I give it two months tops. I honestly don't get the marriage thing. Once you put a ring on it, it all goes to shit from there."

The room became silent as Josie and Megan glanced at each other and that's when Philip realized his mistake. "Ok ummm, yeah. Just give me a moment while I try and insert my foot into my big, fat mouth. I'm sorry Josie. That was really insensitive of me. You know I always wanted you and my brother to have a happily ever after."

Megan's remorse radiated in her moistened eyes and the words just slipped out. "And it's my fault that they didn't get one."

Philip's brows furrowed. "How so?"

Megan's eyes became fearful as she instantly realized her mistake because Philip had never been told the reason why Gerry and Josie's engagement had been called off.

Josie was all for honesty but she also knew it was a can of worms she didn't want to open at that time or even at all. Instead of throwing Megan under the bus and adding to her stress, she would leave the truth for her to tell, that was if Gerry didn't blow Megan's cover first considering his anger and unwillingness to forgive her and Josie knew Philip could very well react the same way, even if he himself had also done some pretty despicable things in his life that gave him no right to judge anyone. He was very protective of his brother and Josie was beginning to feel that way for her sister too after all she had been through. She believed Megan was sincerely contrite for her sins and for that, she would offer a lie of omission to correct her sister's accidental confession.

When Phil was still looking at Megan, awaiting her response, Josie winked at her sister to confirm she had her back. "Oh, that's because Megan and I weren't getting along and she confessed to me that she used to secretly wish Gerry and I would break up and when we did, she thought she jinxed us per se and of course, I blamed her too but I don't anymore. As far as Gerry, I think we should just not mention it. We're all trying to move on and it just makes it harder for him."

Philip bought it. "Ahhhh, I see. Well, I can totally relate to the whole jinxing thing if you haven't noticed, but nahhhh Megs. It wasn't your fault and if your own sister says it's not, then believe her. How about this? Lets make a pact. No one mentions that ominous V word so that something wicked this way will not come and no one talks about the past to my brother." He flared his hands out and displayed a selling grin. "Sound like a plan?? We all good? Cause I'm good if you're good."

The girls glanced at each other and Megan promptly answered. "Yes. Yep. All good right Joey?"

She made a zipping motion over her mouth. "Lips are sealed."

Phil loudly clapped his hands together and cheered. "SWEET! Now, I...am...parched. Ladies, would you all care to join me for a drink? I am going to run down to the Batcave and pick out some fine vintage. I would just summon Henderson but the elevator is on the fritz and he certainly cannot use the Batpoles at his frail age. His entire body would shatter upon ground impact and have to be plastered up like Meg's pretty little leg. Bless his ancient heart, but we'll all be old and gray like he is by the time he even gets down the stairs."

Both women giggled.

"Sure," Josie accepted, "One glass. I have plans for later today and tonight with a friend so I don't want to get started this early, plus I got to drive home."

All eyes went to Megan. "Yeah ok. I'll sip on some."

With fiery friction, Philip excitedly rubbed his palms together. "Awesome. Oh and Megs, I'm having a motorized wheelchair brought in for you. Crutches suck and I know how much they hurt your arms."

He walked over and smiled as he teased her big toe with a tickle. "Cute. Blood red. My favorite color aside from black. Looks great on you."

As she gave another giggle and her toes a wiggle, Philip swaggered off through an actual door, turning back to glance at Josie with a curled smirk.

The moment he was out of sight, Megan's palms went to cover her face. "Oh my god, what am I going to do???" she whined, "He's soooo sweet and I'm lying to him."

Josie sat back down and propped Megan's foot up on her lap. "Keep your mouth shut. That's what. For now anyways. But, you're going to have to tell Philip the truth at some point because there's no guarantee that Gerry won't blurt it out, especially if he sees you getting all cozy with his brother and I'm telling you Megs, sooner than later is better."

Her hands flopped down. "Philip's going to hate me!"

"Well he's certainly not going to be happy so you have a choice to make. Tell him what you did or take your chances with Gerry and risk a far worse outcome...OR...stay away from Philip all together."

"WELL I can't exactly stay away from him now can I? Not only am I immobile as a fucking tree but I also live in his home and sure, this place is so huge that you could get literally get lost in it but Philip isn't just going to forget I'm here if I avoid him, as if I even could when he knows every nook and cranny in this Gotham fortress and pops out of the fucking walls. I'm limited to the ground level to boot since the elevator is broke. You just saw how he hovers like I'm some shiny new toy, most likely to cure his boredom of being insanely rich. He'll hunt me down. He's fucking Batman if you haven't noticed."

Philip entered his private office but it wasn't just any office. It was a replica from the original Batman movie. There was a red phone and the comic on the desk along with a bronze bust of Shakespeare and hidden inside of the statue was a red button that he pushed, triggering an empty bookcase to slide open that revealed the golden Batpoles.

Gracefully, he glided to the basement and strolled his way through the well lit brick tunnels to the wine cellar where he pondered over the abundant wine selection, ultimately deciding on a sweet red vintage.

On his journey back, his phone beeped. It was a text from Gerry asking him to come to the guesthouse.

With a swift turn in his slippery-soled shoes and wine bottle in hand, Philip changed his course and jogged off to see what his brother had summoned him for.

Meanwhile, at the guest house of the Kiriakis estate, Gerry was collecting large amounts of cash from the safe along with multiple burner phones and his passport.

After packing them all up, he instinctively picked up his wedding ring laying before him on the desk and went to put it on but he froze at the first knuckle and gazed at it with pained eyes. He recalled the day when Josie caught him wearing it and how he lied by telling her he stupidly put it on while drunk and it got stuck, for his fingers had become fatter since they were together. The truth of the matter was that he wore it because it was all he had left of her aside from his memories and the stolen kiss that he could still feel upon his lips when he closed his eyes. He knew he had to break free of the unhealthy habit of the golden ring when he and Josie had never even made it to the alter and he needed to break free from her too, completely, and the only way to do it was to cut all ties with no goodbyes. It seemed to be the best and only option, for just the sight of her weakened him. She was the air his lungs required. She was his heart living outside of his body. She was the reason it even beat. With that thought, Gerry placed the symbol of union and love in his backpack and whispered, "Out of sight, out of mind."

Right on que, Philip arrived with a shoe sliding stop and a fading smile when he saw Gerry zipping up his visibly full backpack. "Going somewhere big bro??"

Gerry stood, his expression desolate. "That's why I asked you here. I'm going home Philly."

Phil's lips parted as he briefly and blankly stared at his brother. "Home?"

"Back to Scotland with Mum. She's at the airfield, waiting on the jet as we speak."

"Umm ok? So you're just taking her back and then you're coming back here right? Because Salem is your home now."

"It used to be. Not anymore. I don't know when or if I'll be back."

Another blank and befuddled stare, followed by a slow gulp. "What?? IF?? What about Dad???"

"He's in a coma and has shown no signs of coming out of it anytime soon. You have my number. If something happens, I'll be on the first flight back but there's nothing my being here can do for him. I've spent most of my days and nights sitting in his room and he doesn't have a clue I'm there. I can't do this anymore Philly. I can't look at him that way. I can't look at her.... I have to get out of here."

Philip softened and sympathized when he saw tears welling in his brother's blue eyes. "By her, you mean Josie," he replied as a stated fact and not a question.

Gerry's silence confirmed he was right. "Gerry, she's up at the house right now, visiting her sister and Mom."

"I know. That's why I had you come here instead of me going there to talk to you."

Phil's brows furrowed. "You're not even going to go see her and tell her you're leaving?"

"No," he simply stated.

"Yeah cause you know she'll talk you out of it. Well then, I'll just try instead."

"What for Philip?? Why should I stay here??"

Offended, he crossed his arms. "Gee Gerry, I don't know? Maybe for me? I'm your brother and I'm kind of all alone here."

"You're hardly alone. You got Maggie and that other daughter of hers living with you. You'll be just fine. Maggie adores you like a son."

"Yeah ok but again, what about Dad? I can't sit at the hospital with him like you were doing. I kind of have a multi-million dollar company to run right now??"

"And you have Xander to help you with Titan or did you forget about our other brother? And there's Brady too, our nephew who's also employed there. They've been visiting Dad too. So has Maggie and she will continue to do so. You'll be just fine without me."

The anxiety and frustration was increasing. "Speaking of Maggie. Who's going to watch over her and Megan??? I mean, that's why they are here is it not? For protection?? Maggie is just going to trot off to the hospital as if there ain't some mad man out there who tried to kill her daughter and most definitely still wants to??"

Gerry picked up his bag and hooked it over his shoulder. "You're kidding right? The security here is top tier which is WHY they are here. No intruder will make it to the front door alive and Maggie will have men comparable to secret service agents with her anywhere she goes and then let's not forget you," Gerry chuckled, "You're fucking Batman so everyone will be safe."

Not finding any humor in Gerry's wisecrack, Phil's brown eyes narrowed. "You're being selfish man."

"Well little bro, sometimes we have to be selfish for the sake of our own sanity. Josie and her family are not my family nor are they my fucking problem. Not anymore. My Mum is my priority now and she's homesick so I'm taking her home."

Phil's narrowed eyes turned to slits. "I call bullshit. There's something else going on here because you would never speak that way about the March family, let alone walk out on them at a time like this, especially Josie."

Gerry scoffed as his Scottish sass came out. "Yer bum's oot the windae." He looked down at the bottle of wine, " Are you steamin???How many of those have you had?"

"Ahhh the defensive Scotsman arrives. Now I know you're up to something!"

"Haud yer wheesht!"

"No, you shut up!" Phil reeled as he ripped the bag from Gerry's arm and attempted to open it.

The struggle was on as Gerry locked his arms around Phil from behind. "Give it back you little bawbag!!"

"The name's Batman!!!," Phil riposted and with an agile maneuver, he slipped out of Gerry's vice grip arms and zipped the bag open.

Gerry held a stiff palm in the air as he scowled and shook his head. "More like Robin, you little fucking bawbag and I'm going to proper slap the shit out of you!"

Philip rolled in laughter as Gerry chased him around the desk. "HA HA!! Fast as fast can be. You'll never catch me!"

Without warning, Gerry leaped onto the desk and slid across, jeering. "Come here you little cunt!"

Gasping, Philip quickly dumped the contents onto the floor. Gerry froze, teeth gritting as Phil gloated over his win.

"Hmmm what do we have here?" he sarcastically inquired, panting as he picked up a handful of the cash. "There must be at least fifty grand here, give or take. Now why would you have all this dough if you're just going back to Scotland??"

"Away wi' ye! It's a gift for my Mum ok??"

"Now see, you're doing that little Scottsy tantrum again. Quit lying. I know how you operate. You're not all a 'by the books' cop, Mr. ex FBI and secret ops man. This is bribe money. Although, it's shocking that you would use a less painful way to extract information out of someone. I remember the gruesome stories you told me. What did you do to that one dude? Oh yeah, that's right, plunged a knife straight into his thigh as he was bound to a chair and when he still wouldn't talk, you impaled the other thigh."

Lips pursed, Gerry snatched the empty backpack from Phil's hand and began collecting the scattered items. "I thought I'd be nice first," he snarled, "just like I'm being with you because you were three seconds away from a head swirly in the cludgie where I just took a massive jobby."

"Ew," Phil cringed, wrinkling his nose, "is that what that foul odor is?"

Repacking his back, Gerry formed a smirk. "Mince and tatties for lunch. Does it to me every time."

Just like that, the sibling war was over as they both chuckled.

"Alright," Phil sighed, "just tell me what's going on. Who are you trying to take down?"

More sarcasm from Gerry, "Classified info. If I told ya, I'd have to kill ya."

"Hilarious. Come on man. It's not like I'm going to tell anyone. Have I ever fucked you over??"

Gerry sighed too, "No but the less you know, the better because Josie is also proper good at extracting info from people and believe me, she's going to grill the fuck out of you when she learns I'm gone. I can't risk you cracking under pressure, so, sorry wee man. What you don't know, you can't tell."

Phil shook his head in worry. "Well that's just great!"

"That's what you get for snooping. Look, just trust me alright? I know what the fuck I'm doing and if all goes as planned, Salem will soon be cured of a very bad virus."

"And if your plan goes South, then what?"

"Then I'll move on to plan B. Now I need to get going before Mum makes the pilot's ears bleed with her Gaelic babble. I'll phone ya when I land in Glasgow. "

"Well you better and I'm going to be keeping tabs on you. If you don't respond to my check ins, me and the boys are coming in the Batjet to find you."

Gerry rolled his eyes and made his way to the door. "Stop calling it that. It's black and it's a jet."

"Neverrrrr," Phil teasingly growled, "Welp, go on then. Go and hide from Josie because I know that's part of all this."

Gerry paused his steps to glance back at Phil before making his departure, "You think I'm hiding in the shadows but I AM the shadows."

Phil couldn't contain his excitement as he grinned from ear to ear and shouted, "Bro, oh no you didn't just serve me a Batman line!"

As he reclaimed his bottle of wine, he heard Gerry's bellowing laugh and then watched through the window with a fading smile as his brother got in the car and left.

Turning to make his own exit, Phil froze as something twinkled upon the hardwood floor from beneath the disheveled desk. As his feet approached, it became clear what the object was. With a mumble, "Oh shit," he bent down to pick up Gerry's wedding band and placed it in his pocket.

Philip returned to the main house to discover that Maggie had joined the visit and the red haired March mother was the first to notice his melancholy mood as he slowly scuffled in.

"Philip? Has something happened? Oh dear, is it Vi..."

"No, no. Dad is fine as far as I know."

With a hand to her heart, she sighed in relief. "Oh thank goodness. Well, then why do you look so glum?"

His eyes roamed to Josie as he swallowed an audible gulp. She stood from her seat, eyes heavy with concern. "Philip??"

Megan's stomach knotted up, for she feared he had learned the truth about her.

"I ummm...," he sighed and rubbed a hand down his face, then let his arm fall flat at his side, "Gerry's gone."

"What do you mean...gone?"

Philip sat the wine bottle down and went straight for the bourbon. "I mean....he packed up and headed back to Scotland with his Mom. I just saw him off."

Maggie then stood, folding her arms as she approached him, "Well when's he coming back? What about his father?"

Frustrated over the position he was placed in, Phil lowered his head and grimaced as he muttered, "Damn you Gerry for throwing me to the wolves." He forced his eyes to Maggie's, "I don't know. It's indefinite at this point and I guess I will be keeping him updated on Dad. If something changes, he'll come back. Everything just became too much for him."

The fiery ginger snapped, "AND what about Megan's case??? Who's going to handle it???"

"I don't know that either Maggie. I'm sorry. He didn't say anything about Megan but I'm sure he put someone on it that he felt was qualified to do it. As annoyed as I am with him right now, he's a good cop. The best in fact. He knows what he's doing and we just have to trust him."

The knot in Megan's stomach untied when he said she hadn't been mentioned but she had to wonder why Gerry didn't rat her out. Surely he would have gotten off in watching his brother turn on her.

Josie scoffed, her eyes burning with tears, "Trust him. This is what I always get for trusting people." She thought of Lee and Orlando, "Oh well, what's ONE more person to walk out of my life or to screw me over. Honestly, I don't even know why I care anymore." She then thought of Craig who's never hurt her, "It's just another sign showing me where I'm supposed to be."

"Josie," Phil sighed and pulled Gerry's ring out of his pocket and held it out to her, "he's hurting too. I found this after he left."

She scoffed again, arms folded and leering at the golden band, "Gee, I thought it was stuck on his finger from when you and him got drunk and he stupidly put it on knowing his fingers were fatter. That's the story I was given."

"Yeah ummm....that was a teeny tiny lie. He was just embarrassed that you caught him wearing it. Anyways, I just thought....maybe you'd want to hold onto it for him?"

Feeling an anxiety induced lump in her throat, she swiftly brushed away an escaped tear, "Well you thought wrong. Why would I want the stupid thing? I need some air."

She spun around and rushed off to one of the many patios, slamming the door behind her.

"Joey!!," Megan cried out and began frantically scooting herself to the edge of the couch, "Someone hand me my crutches. I need to go to her. She needs me."

Maggie sat beside her distressed daughter, "Megan, just let your sister have some time to herself. She's upset."

"No, you don't understand Momma. It's all because of me!!," she shouted.

"What do you mean?? How is any of this your fault sweetheart??"

Megan's tearful blues peered up at Phil, "I...I need to tell you something but...first, can you just please help me go to my sister. Please Phil!"

He quickly handed the panicked redhead her crutches, "Sure ok, calm down. Meg, what is wrong?"

"Can we talk later? I really need to get something off my chest about Gerry."

Grabbing the crutches, his brows furrowed as he helped her up, "Ok??? Yeah, I'll be around. Should I....be worried? You sound so serious."

With sarcasm, "No, I should."

Definitely worried, his eyes intensely locked with Megan's and he not only saw her hidden fear, but he felt it. There was something else he was feeling too. A comfort being held in her gaze. A peace he had never felt and it perplexed the shit out of him.

"Philip," Maggie interrupted, "How about you round up your armed forces and take me to see your father so Megan and Joey can have some time alone."

Philip slowly pulled his eyes out the strange hold Megan had them in, "Yeah um, s...sure Mags," he softly stammered, then his eyes darted right back to the girl that was distracting him which is when he realized that he had his arm around her lower back, holding her close against him.

He gave her one of the crutches, "Here, hold onto this for a sec."

Reaching behind her, Philip picked up her light blue cardigan from the couch and offered some musical comedy to relieve his awkward tension, "You should wear this," he claimed and then sang a fitting tune, "Cause baby it's cold outside."

Megan's lips curled into a grin, for she knew the song very well, so she sang a line back, "Ugh, you're very pushy you know?"

Surprised and enthralled, he matched her grin and continued on, "I'd like to think of it as opportunistic."

Lost in his eyes, Megan's panic had subsided so she carried on with the spontaneous duet, "I simply must go."

Maggie's eyes were wide, oscillating between the two flirty vocalists as they sang the lyrics in random orders to speak to each other.

Phil chuckled in song, "but baby it's cold outside."

"I ought to say no no no sir,"

"Mind if I move in closer?"

"I wish I knew how,"

"Your eyes are like starlight now."

"To break this spell,"

"I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell,"

"The answer is no,"

"But baby it's cold outside,"

"My sister will be suspicious."

"Gosh your lips look delicious....."

Mesmerized, Philip paused as he unconsciously gazed at her lips until Megan's giggle broke the spell, "Um can I...put my sweater on now?"

"Oh, oh...yeah, yeah here, sorry, sorry," he rambled as he clumsily helped her slip it on.

Once she was steadied on the metal make shift legs, slowly but surely, Megan clunked her way to the patio with Phil's hand securely on the small of her back as he diligently walked beside her, ready to catch her if she fell and it made her feel even more guilty. She doubted he would ever touch or even look at her again once he knew what she had done to destroy his brother's and her sister's relationship.

With closed eyes, Josie snapped her wrist with the rubber band and inhaled the dewy breeze as she tried to relax but it just wasn't doing the trick. Taking her phone out of her back pocket, she thought of a much better way to soothe her anxiety which was a text to Craig.

"Hey Chester. Just checking in to let you know I'll be back soon for the art class with the university students. I'm still with Mom and Megan. Can't wait to see you. This day has to get better."

Within seconds, he responded, "Ahhh, hearing from you is like a breath of fresh air and it makes me all tingly inside to know you can't wait to see me 😉 No rush love. All is going well here. Gael actually came and we're getting to know each other. I'm sorry that you're not having a good day. I will do my best to fix that. See you soon sweetheart. - Chester 😎"

"You just did ❤️"

It was true. He had cured her anxiety but then, Megan came speedily hopping out in a hyper, frazzled state, her voice quavering. "Joey, are you ok?? I'm so sorry! This is all my fucking fault. I caused all of this pain and suffering!"

Through her trepidation, one of her crutches snagged the leg of a chair and sent it crashing to the ground as she helplessly lunged forward into Josie's expeditious arms. "Holy shit Megan! I've got you. Hold onto me!"

"Ow! Ow! Ow!," she cried as Josie maneuvered her into a chair and lovingly scolded her.

"Meggy, you can't RUN with crutches. What were you thinking?? Are you trying to break your other leg too??"

Panting, "It would serve me right!"

Josie firmly cupped her face, forcing her to look at her, "No, it wouldn't. Now breathe. Are you alright?"

Her lips quivered as a pool of tears flooded the rims of her bottom lids, "No. No I'm not. I hate myself for what I've done and Gerry hates me so much that he just up and left without even saying goodbye to you."

"Well at least didn't tell Phil about you and I think I know why. He didn't want to risk you being thrown out, so I don't think he hates you that much."

"Oh he hates me alright. He only kept quiet for you and I might still be tossed out on my ass because I'm going to tell Philip the truth tonight. I'm so done with the lies and secrets. I need to atone for my sins Jo. God spared my life and now I need to do what's right."

"Ok, it's your choice. I don't think Phil will just kick you to the curb. He's not that insensitive and cruel."

"I know he's not. He's so fucking wonderful and amazing that it hurts."

"Ahhh, so you admit it," Josie chuckled, "You DO have the hots for him."

With a shy grin, Megan sniffled and nodded. "Fine. I do but I'm not worried about that right now. I'm worried about you Joey. You're going through so much. I hate that Lee has hurt you so deeply."

Josie sweetly brushed away her sisters tears that finally fell, "Don't worry about me. I've become more resilient through all the pain. Sure, I've had my weak moments but I've made it through them and I will continue to do so because I now know who truly loves me."

Megan gazed straight into her sister's eyes and with sincerity, she spoke words that meant everything to Josie, "I will always love you."

The March sisters embraced, both sobbing as Josie reciprocated the words she hadn't said to her sister in years. "I will always love you too Meggy and if you tell Philip what happened and he wants you to leave, you call me ok? I'll come get you and we'll figure things out. We're the March sisters and we're fucking Irish. We'll just go drink ourselves into oblivion."

Through their tears, they both heartily laughed as they leaned their heads together. "Go," Megan said, "Go have fun tonight with Craig. You deserve it."

Josie's brows furrowed, "I never told you I was going out with Craig? I just said I had plans tonight with a friend."

"Well that friend is Craig no? I mean, you had the dude's cologne all over you that day in the hospital and the way you talk about him, well..."

"Ok the cologne thing was not what you think and what do you mean, the way I talk about him???"

Megan grinned, "Ok, now it's your turn to admit it Joey. You got the hots for him too!"

Josie stood as she laughed, "Ok, we're done here. I really do need to go. Let's get you back in the house cause baby, it's cold outside!"

Megan's blues popped. Josie giggled, "That's right. I heard you both signing your little hearts out."

With a clothing change to a hoodie with another jacket layered on top and packed suitcase at his side, Lee sat at a café around the corner from his close to downtown home, warming up with a coffee to wait for Travis to pick him up. His bartender buddy was going to pick him up at his house but Lee quickly split out the back when he noticed that Angel had unexpectedly returned home and he was in no mood to deal with her again. After his brief and heated luncheon with Gordon, he was more than ready to get out of dodge and celebrate his birthday in Boston where all the party life was at and at the end of the night, which Lee knew would be a late one, they would crash at a hotel and head back to Salem the next day or of things were going well, maybe a few days later.

In his boredom of waiting, Lee took out his phone to play some games when the voicemail ticker stared him in the face. The one he had ignored since Josie called earlier that morning.

As his curiosity was gnawing at his very soul, his thumb hovered over it in hesitation, for he knew that just her voice alone could and would ruin his entire day but he realized that he was not going to stop unconsciously gritting his jaw, even by chewing gum, until he listened to the three minute long message.

Forcing his thumb to click the button, he then held the phone to his ear.

"Lee, hey umm. It's me. I..I just wanted to tell you happy birthday and that I hope you have a good day somehow and I hope this message doesn't ruin it. It's not my intentions....."

After her second sentence, Lee was shifting in his seat and sighing. He was instantly annoyed at her casual approach as if nothing ever happened and wish him to have a good day, as if he even could after everything, then follow it up by hoping she doesn't ruin it when he knew that she knew she would, just as he knew it before he foolishly listened.

That was enough for him. Lee hung up and immediately went to delete it...but he couldn't. This time he couldn't force his shaky thumb to erase it. Instead, he just left the unheard majority there to keep eating at him.

Seeing Travis pull up outside offered Lee some relief and off he went to toss his suitcase in the backseat, then hopped in the car and intensely locked his stressed sapphires with Travis' hazels.

"Let's go," Lee flatly commanded, no smile.

"You ok man?"

Another flat response, "Never been better Trav."

"Well if that's true, then why do you look like you've lost your best friend? Is it that girl you told me about today at lunch?"

Lee was silent for a moment, letting his stinging eyes wander out his window because Travis had sliced his Achilles heel wide open with his spot on intuition and he didn't want to talk about it so he deflected instead by turning up the music.

"Good tune. How fitting because baby it IS fucking cold outside for sure."

"Well, I know a way to get really warm. You still into medicating in ways other than alcohol?"

Lee raised a curious brow, "Tell me more."

"I have a few friends, Johnny and his girl Emily, that can hook us up with some good shit and they'll be out and about in Boston tonight."

"Oh really? How good?"

"Like blow your mind good. An out of body experience good. A fucking life altering good. A no more worries good, at least until you come down."

Lee stared at Travis with devious eyes, "Oh hell yeah. I'm already as down as I can get. It's like I'm drowning and I can't fucking die."

Travis gazed at Lee, "There's no drowning tonight babe. I'll be your life jacket."

Lee side-eyed him at the babe reference.

Travis smirked, "Alright man, I get it. I'll shut up and drive. Buckle up. Tonight's going to be one hell of a ride."

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