#Smart Visitor Management

[savvyhrms025]

Visitor Management System – Securing First Impressions and Workplace Safety

The front desk of any business may be the first point of contact for guests, clients, vendors, and interview candidates. First impressions matter, and guests will form their opinions of your organization the moment they walk in the door. Using a pen-and-paper log to record visitor entries is not only antiquated but also risky and inefficient. A visitor management system allows modern businesses to better track, monitor, and manage every guest that walks through their doors while enhancing security and improving the check-in process. 

Why Is a Visitor Management System Necessary?

Today’s workplace requires more than just open doors.Both a defined entry and a documented entry are required. Unrecorded visits can lead to confusion or security holes. A visitor management system digitizes the entire visitor entry process, providing visibility of who is on-site, the reasons for their presence, and how long they are there, all in real-time. It eliminates guesswork and manual entry errors while giving guests a smooth and professional check-in experience.

Core Functionality of Visitor Management System

1. Digitized Check-In/Check-Out 

With the help of visitor software get rid of traditional logbooks and replace them with rapid, touch-based or contactless check-in systems for a smooth guest experience.

2. Visitor Badges 

To make sure the right person meets with the right people, create time-limited visitor badges with the visitor's name, photo, and meeting information.

3. Pre-Registration 

Invited guests receive notifications in advance of the visit and also will receive instructions on check-in before arriving.

4. Real-Time Visitor Logs 

See who is currently in the building, who they are meeting and for how long, in real time. 

5. Host Notifications 

Automatically notify hosts when their visitor software have successfully checked-in in order to save time and effort.

6. Access Control 

Link to security systems that can grant or restrict access to specific areas in the building.

7. Data Privacy and Storage 

Only authorized personnel can access visitor data, which can be safely stored.

Benefits for Organizations

While the greatest benefit to an organization is a safer workplace, overall organizational efficiency, and compliance, the robust visitor management system reduces administrative burden and updates visitor activity every time it is logged and is always accessible if there are any issues. Additionally, the system provides a refined, modern experience for every guest and helps generate a favorable impression of the organization.

Conclusion

First impressions matter! A visitor management system makes your workplace more secure and organized, but also more professional. In an age where safety and efficiency are vital, it is truly a worthwhile investment for every modern workspace.

[mlaisolution]

Streamline visitor check-ins with our smart visitor management system in India. Secure, fast, and efficient visitor tracking made easy.

[scrumsystem]

Visitor Management Software: Simplifying Guest Check-Ins with Smart Technology

In a digital-first world, managing guests manually is outdated and error-prone. Visitor management software solves that by making check-ins secure, simple, and automated.

This software allows visitors to pre-register, check in via QR codes, and even sign NDAs digitally. It captures all necessary data — names, photos, contact info — and stores it securely for future reference.

Reception teams benefit too. No more flipping through paper logs or chasing down employees — the system sends real-time notifications to hosts and records visitor history for compliance.

Whether you’re hosting 5 or 500 guests a day, visitor management software scales with your needs. It improves front-desk efficiency, boosts security, and ensures a polished first impression every time.

[parkomax]

Custom Kiosks & Terminals: Tailored Solutions for Smart Parking & Access Management

In an increasingly automated world, businesses and municipalities are turning to custom kiosks and terminals to streamline operations, enhance user experience, and reinforce security. From smart parking systems to access control and visitor management, these customisable solutions serve as vital touchpoints for both users and operators. At Parkomax, we offer advanced custom kiosk and terminal solutions designed to meet the unique operational demands of every environment — whether it’s a mall, office complex, school, or beachfront facility.

What Are Custom Kiosks & Terminals?

Custom kiosks and terminals are standalone or integrated digital systems built with tailored software and hardware features to perform specific tasks. Unlike off-the-shelf options, custom solutions allow organisations to design interfaces, functionalities, and physical layouts that align with their brand, infrastructure, and operational workflows.

They can be configured to handle various applications, including:

Ticketless and ticket-based parking management

Employee access control

Visitor registration and validation

Payment processing

Wayfinding and information display

Key Benefits of Custom Kiosks & Terminals

1. Tailored Functionality for Unique RequirementsEach organisation has its own set of challenges and goals. Custom kiosks allow you to select and integrate only the components you need, ensuring optimal performance and avoiding unnecessary complexity. Whether you need license plate recognition, NFC payment, or biometric authentication, custom kiosks can accommodate it all.

2. Enhanced User ExperienceUser-friendliness is at the heart of a successful kiosk. Custom terminals can be designed with intuitive touchscreens, multilingual support, and ADA-compliant accessibility to create a smooth experience for all users.

3. Seamless Integration with Existing SystemsParkomax custom kiosks integrate effortlessly with your current access control systems, ERP software, or cloud-based management platforms. This makes upgrades more efficient and ensures continuity across operations.

4. Scalable and Future-readyAs your needs evolve, custom kiosks can be easily upgraded or modified to incorporate new features — such as facial recognition or AI-powered analytics — making them a future-proof investment.

5. Brand Alignment and Aesthetic ValuePhysical design plays a crucial role in brand perception. Custom terminals can be manufactured with specific colors, logos, and materials to match your organisation's branding and architectural aesthetics.

Applications Across Industries

1. Smart Parking FacilitiesCustom kiosks are essential components in modern parking systems, enabling ticketless entry, real-time slot updates, mobile payments, and automated exit validation. They reduce congestion and manual oversight, ensuring a smoother parking experience.

2. Commercial Buildings and OfficesUse customised access terminals to control employee and visitor entry, capture attendance, and manage credentials. These systems can also help meet compliance standards for data logging and security audits.

3. Shopping Malls and Entertainment VenuesMalls benefit from kiosks that provide information, validate parking, and offer loyalty program integration. Customisation ensures the kiosks blend seamlessly into the venue's branding and customer service model.

4. Schools and Educational InstitutionsControl visitor access, student attendance, and vehicle entry with custom-built terminals that support biometric recognition, ID scanning, and real-time alerts.

5. Beachfront and Outdoor FacilitiesWeather-resistant custom kiosks can be deployed at open-air locations like beaches, parks, or events, offering features like automated entry tickets, mobile payments, and usage analytics.

Why Choose Parkomax Custom Kiosks & Terminals?

At Parkomax, we specialise in delivering purpose-built kiosk solutions that combine advanced technology, elegant design, and user-centric interfaces. Here’s what sets us apart:

End-to-End Customisation: From software functionality to physical design and user flow, we tailor every component.

Robust Hardware: Our kiosks are built to last, with high-quality enclosures, vandal-proof screens, and weatherproof options.

Smart Integrations: Compatible with ANPR cameras, RFID, barcode scanners, biometric readers, and more.

24/7 Support & Maintenance: Advanced technical support ensures your systems remain functional and secure.

Proven Deployments: Trusted by organisations across the GCC for their parking and access control needs.

Conclusion

Custom kiosks and terminals are no longer a luxury — they are a necessity for modern, efficient, and secure operations. Whether you're managing a high-traffic parking lot or streamlining access to a commercial facility, a tailor-made kiosk can significantly improve both user satisfaction and operational efficiency. With Parkomax’s expertise in smart infrastructure, you can bring your ideal system to life.

Explore our full range of custom kiosk solutions today and discover how Parkomax can help you elevate your space.

[williamhenry11]

Advanced Access Control Devices for Modern Security

In today’s fast-moving, security-conscious world, traditional locks and keys are no longer enough. Businesses, residential buildings, educational institutions, and public infrastructures are all upgrading to smarter, more reliable solutions. Access control devices are at the heart of this transformation – offering not only security but also convenience, accountability, and peace of mind.

[spintly-co]

The Future of Smart Buildings: Wireless Mesh and Distributed Architectures

In the realm of building automation, the future is shaping up to be an era of unprecedented intelligence and connectivity. Today, most building systems operate on a centralized architecture, where sensors, actuators, and other devices communicate with a central controller. This architecture requires data to flow back and forth between devices and the controller, leading to potential bottlenecks and inefficiencies. This architecture is not only inefficient but also results in extensive hardware infrastructure and cost.

However, the future promises a shift towards a more distributed and autonomous system, where every device in a building is smart enough to make decisions based on its own data and in collaboration with other devices. This vision is made possible by wireless mesh networks, which enable devices to communicate directly with each other, forming a self-organizing network that can adapt to changing conditions in real-time.

How Thread and Bluetooth Mesh are Changing Smart Buildings

Two key technologies driving this future are thread communication and Bluetooth mesh communication. These technologies allow devices to exchange data over a mesh network, eliminating the need for a central controller to manage every decision. Instead, devices can communicate with each other, sharing data and making localized decisions that improve efficiency and responsiveness.

How Spintly utilizes a distributed architecture

Spintly, a leader in access control solutions, is at the forefront of this revolution. Its access control systems utilize a distributed architecture, leveraging wireless mesh networks to enable seamless communication between access points and devices. This approach not only improves the efficiency and responsiveness of access control systems but also reduces the need for extensive cabling and infrastructure.

AI at the Edge

Another trend that is set to revolutionize smart buildings is the ability to run artificial intelligence (AI) at the edge. Edge devices, such as sensors and actuators, are becoming increasingly powerful, allowing them to not only process data locally but also to run AI algorithms. This means that devices can not only make logical decisions based on current data but also learn from historical data to make smarter decisions over time.

Here are some benefits of using wireless mesh networks in smart buildings:

Scalability: Wireless mesh networks can easily scale to accommodate a large number of devices, making them ideal for smart buildings with a high number of sensors and devices.

Reliability: Mesh networks are self-healing, meaning if one node fails, the network can automatically reroute data through other nodes, ensuring continuous operation.

Flexibility: Mesh networks can be easily deployed and reconfigured without the need for extensive cabling, making them ideal for retrofitting existing buildings.

Cost-Effectiveness: In many cases, wireless mesh networks can be more cost-effective than traditional wired networks, especially in buildings where running cables is difficult or expensive.

Energy Efficiency: Mesh networks can be designed to be energy-efficient, with devices only using power when they need to communicate.

In conclusion, the future of smart buildings is one of decentralized intelligence and connectivity, driven by wireless mesh networks and AI at the edge. These technologies, combined with innovative solutions from companies like Spintly, will enable buildings to become more efficient, responsive, and adaptive, ultimately improving the quality of life for occupants and reducing the environmental impact of buildings.

[lansitec]

Smart Bracelet: i5 Wearable Bluetooth Bracelet Beacon

The i5 Wearable Bluetooth Bracelet beacon continuously advertises iBeacon messages according to settings. The silicon gel bracelet and IP67 enclosure make it perfect for tracking patients and visitors for ensuring safety or monitoring timing. In a number of COVID-19 pandemic-related cases, governments have been requiring workers to wear electronic Smart Bluetooth Bracelets to enforce social distancing and contact tracing. Those bracelets are often Bluetooth-enabled to send warning signals when workers come close to each other.

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[lavilavs]

♡ˎˊ˗ MONITORING

› Pairing: Yandere!Nightwing x GN!Reader

› Scenario: He stands by your door every night until you finally break <3

› Warnings: Stalking & Manipulation

› Notes: English is not my first language + debut fic ! reader gets mindfucked by Dick's obsession.

It's ironic that a doorbell is used to alert the occupant that a visitor is outside their door. Waiting to greet, exchange a hug or a kiss, and hopefully, be welcomed inside their abode.

But that's not the case here. You know who it is. He's not just someone. He ruined your perception of a visitor. The gleeful sound of the bell that once notified you now sounded horrifying.

This joke of a hero. Using his reputation as an illusion of doing something righteous. It was smart and wicked of him to use his nightly stakeouts as a mask for his own gain. Under the pretense of justice, he tormented you every night by knocking on your door.

You know his patterns by now. The bell rings, followed by three knocks, and then he calls out your name.

"Hey, I know you're alone." It was sickening to hear the smirk on his face.

He stays for hours. Deep in the middle of the night when he knows you're the only one on your floor. Being the only student in a block mostly occupied by late-night workers, it was as if you were begging to be visited every night.

He talks with you every day. He talked as if you lived through it together. He perfectly described how the tart you ate this afternoon tasted on his tongue, how angry he felt when your professor humiliated you for being a couple of minutes late, and how he managed to drown his anger by torturing and killing him in his mind.

He groans in exhilaration at reliving those thoughts again and sharing them with you. "Don't you think he'd look silly if I plucked out all his teeth except the front ones?"

You try holding back your own laughter, your hands doing little to help. He loves your attempts at hiding your satisfaction. He derives pleasure from it, knowing you're behind this very door, listening intently to him.

He doesn't stop. Why would he? He knows you're there. Although you cry and never respond to him, you never left your door unattended.

If you're mad at him, you hated yourself more. You hate him—despise him for making you fear your own door. And yet, you're here. You're still here. Dumb bunny.

During his first few visits, he was milder. More tame. Only leaving a few notes and an occasional smile on his face whenever you caught him leaving one. Back when you still opened the door for him. You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel flattered to have the vigilante at your doorstep.

You should have stopped his obsession from growing. Should have known from the moment he first appeared before your door. How did he know where I live? But no, you didn't think about it any further because you loved the attention he was giving you, right?

"Please, I want you so bad." The door rattled as he placed his body weight against it.

Your eyes flick upwards, the peephole never looked as ominous as it did right now. A cold chill climbed up your spine, alerting your brain that there's something—a monster, a beast—looking at you through it. The small hairs on your skin were tense and stood straight.

His obsessed proclamations of love were muffled, but you could hear them very well. Your stomach churned, but it confused you as to why. Were you terrified? Excited? You didn't know anymore. Not even why you find yourself breathing shakily while pressing yourself against the door.

This wasn't even curiosity, just plain stupidity.

Your eyes sharpened as they gazed through the small hole connecting you to the outside world, where he awaits. A gasp left your lips, fear overtaking your senses as you pull away.

Instead of seeing the cold hallways of your apartment, his eyes met yours through the lens of the hole. The way his eyes were dilated made you feel weak with horror.

"I want to see you." He chants, rattling the knob with desperation.

Just get away from the door.

How lonely must you be to listen to his agonizing love confessions for hours until the sun rises?

"Don't you want me to take care of you?"

You hate how he sounds so sweet.

"You're not alone as long as I'm here, sweetheart."

Just stop it. Stop talking.

"Be honest with yourself for once." He laughs. You laugh too.

Would he still like you if he saw how deranged you look now? How stupid you must look laughing at yourself as you cry and cry. Helpless and scared to even move from your spot.

Don't lie to yourself any longer. You know you're dying to let him in.

"Open the door, please?"

You bury yourself within the warmth of your own body. Crumpling into a small ball. His visits are fucking up your mind. You feel so lightheaded.

The locks that adorn your door were a cruel joke to you. At this point, you don't know if it's for him or for you. To keep yourself from accepting him. What would happen to you if you succumbed to his sweet lies?

Your alarm startles you. Filling up the silence of the night. The red, bold light shining at your dim doorway reminded you that it was time for him to go. As soon as the clock starts singing, it was also the end of his persuasive performance that lasts six long hours.

You know he's gone. But you have to check. Check any traces—any proof that he was here again. The multiple locks take a while to remove, fumbling with a dozen keys before getting the right one. You check through the peephole, looking shakily to each side and down.

The door opens. Nothing in sight. He already left. You released your breath you didn't know you were holding. Relief flooded your mind, you got through another day of his antics. Before you secluded yourself inside, the bright yellow sticky pad on your door caught your eye.

I'll always be watching over you. ♡

You felt your hair stand straight. It felt as if your greatest fear had come to life. Not because of the letter. God, no, it was worse.

His shadow loomed over you. You were too fear-stricken to look back. He slides his hands down to your hips, gripping them tightly.

"See, don't be scared."

You fell for the fake sense of security. 

It was hard to be mad at him. 

Not when you have such a huge smile on your face.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

If you allow yandere, then Can I request a yandere! Catnap x Creator! reader?

Time are in the middle of hour of joy, and Reader are in playcare, catnap are chasing reader and reader are desperately running away from him. and reader is creator or the person who came up with the design of Catnap.

'God..why did this happen? Why did this have to happen?? God, please make this stop...tell me I'm dreaming..'

Sadly, this was no dream.

The screams, the bloodshed, the senseless slaughter..

All of it was very much real, and you were right in the middle of it all, currently hiding within Playcare. You didn't even know what was going on exactly or why.

Everywhere you looked, there was another dead body on the ground, in the grass, and splayed across the stairs...all of whom were either your coworkers, scientists you've never seen before, security personnel, or innocent visitors.

Many of them had similar wounds--claw marks from none other than Catnap himself, who you saw stalking around the premises, looking for survivors.

But why would he do something like this?

How was he even capable of such violence?

It was supposed to be a normal and simple day:

You clocked in, checked up on Catnap's well-being after he put the children to sleep, and then left to attend to other matters. It was a mundane routine, but you were always excited to get up and go to work because of him.

However, you were running a tad bit late today and feared you'd get an earful from your supervisor considering the company's strict tardiness rules.

But on your way to Playcare, the emergency sirens resounded all throughout the facility. You had no idea what was going on, although the distant screams made you utterly terrified and had you running straight to that area, praying you'll find shelter from whatever danger lurked nearby...

Instead you ran straight into the scene of a massacre.

All orchestrated by Catnap and several mini-Smiling Critters who got loose, attacking and devouring whatever poor human got caught in their sights.

You had to throw on your gas mask quickly to avoid inhaling the red smoke. There was very little lingering in the air still, but judging from the corpses who still wore them or had them torn from their heads, they must have been prepared for this massive containment breach.

Even so, none were spared.

Catnap was probably smart enough to know the purpose of those masks. And he put them all to sleep. Permanently.

Yet somehow he hasn't spotted you yet, and you hoped to every god above that he didn't.

This pained you especially as you were on the designer team for the Smiling Critters. You actually made the first drawing of Catnap and presented it to your boss, who approved it right away...but only after making a few minor major adjustments.

Who knew something so sweet and innocent would turn into something so deadly?

He was supposed to be nothing more than a cartoon character brought to life and a plush toy (that unfortunately got recalled). How the higher-ups managed to achieve that with him and the other critters without your team ever knowing...you had no idea, but you were thrilled by the results.

You adored Catnap, and he was well aware that you created the idea of him--almost worshipping you, in a sense, and being the only human he'd properly communicate with.

In turn, you've communicated with him healthily, treating him like a person instead of an experiment. He did mutter strange things sometimes and talked about freedom, but you never probed him on that nor reminded him that he was a prisoner here.

No matter how true it may be, no toy deserves to be told that.

Now that you were here, hiding from the very thing you had loved and created, you weren't sure if you were even looking at Catnap anymore.

It may look like him, but it's not him.

Catnap is not a killing machine.

Whatever those scientists did turned him into a monster. A creature they failed to keep in check.

And he snapped, slaughtering many of your acquaintances and innocent families interested in the adoption program.

He kept muttering about an "Hour of Joy", which you've heard him speak of in the past. But you've always assumed he was talking about an upcoming birthday party or event within the Playhouse the other Smiling Critters were planning..

Not a giant bloodbath that painted the floors and walls of Playcare red.

You ducked behind a trash canister as you watched Catnap creep towards a survivor, who was also wearing a gas mask and breathing hard. Seeing that their leg was torn off at the knee, you knew there was no hope of helping them.

The moment they were spotted, their fate was sealed.

They were his prey now.

You couldn't look away as he paused for a moment, before reaching forward with a quick swipe, tearing off their mask. His claws left big gash marks across their face as they wailed in pain, but it didn't last long as he quickly pounced and slashed their throat next--leaving them to choke on their own blood.

Seconds later, their body stilled, becoming just like the rest of those surrounding them.

You made the horrible mistake of exhaling a shaky breath, the mask amplifying the noise.

That's when Catnap whipped his head towards you, those white dots growing larger.

"YOU. COME HERE."

Realizing your cover's blown, you jumped up and knocked the trash canister over, hoping it'd distract him long enough for you to race inside Home Sweet Home. But the diversion barely did anything, as you heard the loud stomps of the purple beast practically on your heels.

He lunged at the door just as you turned and slammed it shut, locking it and trying to shove a chair beneath the knobs. There was loud knocking on the other side, but eventually it stopped.

As soon as it did, you rushed into one of the many bunkbed rooms, finding it strangely devoid of children, scientists, and caretakers.

What happened to them all?

Did they evacuate safely?

Did they know about this ahead of time?

You had no idea, and quite frankly..now wasn't the time to find out. Rather, it was time for you to think of a way out of this wretched place, but you feared it won't be easy.

You knew the orphanage's interior like the back of your hand--the problem were the little Smiling Critters that you could currently hear pitter-pattering down the halls.

He put them here on patrol.

If any of them saw you..surely they'd alert him.

On the brightside, there were no traces of red smoke to be found, so you briefly took the mask off to give yourself a breather. Sweat poured down your face, and your throat ran dry; you could practically feel your own heartbeat pounding within it as you tried to figure out your next move.

Maybe if you wait here long enough, he'll get bored and leave...

Or maybe he'll-

All of the sudden, a critter leapt out from underneath one of the covers and tried latching onto your head. You yelled out as it screeched right beside your ear, attempting to bite into it and get a taste of your flesh, but you managed to throw it down to the ground and keep it crushed under your shoe.

You grabbed a nearby metal rod from a destroyed bedframe, pointing the sharp end at its throat..

Only to realize it was a Catnap, who looked perfectly intact aside from a little dirt caking its plush body.

Both of you had a bit of a staring contest.

And in the end....you couldn't find it in you to kill it.

All you could do was stare down at the creature, tears in your eyes as you watched it wriggle and snarl, pawing at your foot. It was barely putting up a fight now, which made you realize it probably didn't want to attack you.

Rather..it seemed hungry.

But why would it be hungry for human flesh?

Was Catnap the same way? Was he hungry or just killing for sport?

More importantly...why was he killing at all and tormenting you like this?

Maybe he was angry about his toyline being recalled, or the unfair treatment he's gotten here by the scientists. Or perhaps he felt outcasted by the other Smiling Critters.

You didn't know if any of them were still around, but for all you knew they could be just like him.

Hungry, rampaging monsters.

The ringing phone snapped you back to reality, and you cautiously took your foot off the tiny Catnap. It got up and skittered away into a nearby hole in the rotting wall, apparently having lost its appetite.

You quickly answered the machine, praying it was somebody upstairs trying to get in contact with you. Maybe a survivor who knew how to get you out. Before you gave them a chance to speak, you went first, being so scared, frustrated, and overwhelmed by everything that's happened thus far.

You just wanted this nightmare to be over already.

"Thank god. What the hell is going on?! It's like a fucking slaughterhouse down here-"

"It's a celebration. The Hour of Joy, little mouse."

Your blood ran cold, realizing who that voice belonged to. 'The Toys...they know how to use these phones..?'

"C-Catnap?"

"[Y/n]..why did you run away?" He whispered hoarsely. "I didn't know it was you."

"Wha...b-because you were killing people!" Your voice grew shaky, confused as to why he sounded so calm. "And you would've killed me, too!!"

"No."

"...what?"

"You are special to me, little mouse. You breathed life into me. You must be kept safe, for you are pure..unlike these wretched souls." He murmured. "They would have taken you away from me. Forever. I do not want that."

"Y-You're..not making any sense, Catnap." You struggled to wrap your head around his words. "If someone told you I'm quitting or getting fired or transferring..they lied. Nobody's taking me away from you..is that what you're afraid of? Is that why you did all of this?"

"I did it..for the Prototype...and for you. He told me I could spare one soul when our Hour of Joy is up."

Your stomach sank, but before you could ask him more about this "prototype", he cut you off.

"Shhhhhhhh. No more talking. No more running. Sleep, little mouse."

By the time you realized red smoke was starting to fill up the room, it was already far too late as you began coughing. You dropped the phone and frantically searched for your gas mask.

No way in hell were you going to fall asleep now.

Especially not after what he told you.

You'd rather die with the rest of them.

Suddenly you heard a small crunching noise and looked down, seeing that you stepped on one of the lenses. 'Shit..it must've broke off during my scuffle with Mini-Catnap...'

You could feel your eyelids growing heavy, and you instead tried grabbing something to stuff beneath the door to stop more smoke from seeping in. No matter what, you HAD to stay awake, you told yourself.

And yet..

That stained worn mattress with the blanket you half-dragged off suddenly looked quite comfortable.

You collapsed onto it, feeling exhaustion overwhelm you immediately despite the rest of your body's attempts to fight it--knowing your fate was ultimately left in his hands should you fail.

But you were so, so tired..

You couldn't help closing your eyes. Just for a little while.

Right before losing consciousness, however, you noticed that the door was now open, and through the red fog appeared Catnap himself.

Except he didn't look like a monster made of skin and bones, instead being a little bipedal purple cat who seemingly jumped straight out of the cartoon show.

His fur wasn't tainted with a single spec of blood or dirt.

He was perfect.

Your perfect creation.

All he did was smile, and you fell asleep smiling back.

[ihatethecrowdsyouknowthat]

morbid meeting - spencer reid x fem!reader

reader runs into a stranger in a coffee shop—a very smart stranger

genre: fluff wc: 800 warnings: reader is supposed to be alt/goth, mentioned kissing, kidnapping of an umbrella, mentions of serial killers and morgues a/n: requested by @westanleovaldito!!! ty:) also it's come to my attention that not everyone knows what a london fog is????

The rain made your hair much flatter than you had in mind when you back-combed it this morning. It’s a miracle it managed to not get soaked completely if we’re looking on the bright side.

But who are you kidding? You suck at looking on the bright side.

So you pat down your hair and shake off your umbrella.

You wonder to yourself if the craving for a London fog was really worth the wet tights (not to mention the scribbled-on Converse that most definitely don’t have stick men on them anymore). You’ll have to remind yourself to hold a wake for said stick men.

The shorts you put on this morning were a better idea before you saw Mother Nature’s idea of a good time.

Your feet move quickly to the back of the line.

“Excuse me?” You turn to see a tall man with shaggy hair and a satchel. An awkward smile adorns his boyish face–a face you could see yourself kissing. But that’s irrelevant.

A tilt of your head conveys your confusion and you're sure your wide eyes do too.

“Sorry, just–uh–is that your umbrella?” he asks, pointing toward the door.

When you look in the direction he’s gesturing toward, there’s–of course–a man walking out the door with your black and white polka dot umbrella.

“Shit!”

His head dips as his eyes lock onto his shoes. With your jaw slack, your head shifts back to him and, naturally, you follow his gaze down.

A complete 180, you grin. “Nice shoes.”

Your eyes meet and he mirrors the curve of your lips. “Thanks. You, too.”

“They–um–used to be nicer but, y’know, rain,” you shrug awkwardly.

“I understand,” he nods, that same smile on his face, “I’m really sorry about your umbrella, by the way.”

The way his nose scrunches makes you want to look at him longer. You’re blushing and you don’t even know his name.

“It’s okay! I like the rain.”

An honest, adoring look lands on you right before he says, “me, too! Did you know that the average speed of rain is fourteen miles per hour or twenty-two point five three zero eight kilometers per hour?”

Something about how he knows that makes you admire him. You mean, who just has that knowledge tucked away? Except maybe you.

“Did you know that the chainsaw was originally invented to assist in childbirth?” you chime happily.

His jaw goes slack in what you assume is impression.

“I did! Uh, th–there are roughly fifty active serial killers in the United States at all times.”

You giggle. “I knew that, I watch my crime shows. You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

It’s obvious he wasn’t expecting quite a response but he recovers. “Okay… Did you know that, in the mid eighteen hundreds, morgues brought in more onlookers than museums?”

“They did?” you narrow your eyes in curiosity.

He nods eagerly, a curl falling loose in front of his face. “Around forty thousand visitors a day! Children drew the largest crowds.”

“Wow,” you smile. You bite down on your crimson lip bashfully before muttering a soft, “you’re smart.”

You watch his throat bob as he swallows. A meek, gentle–and honestly adorable–”thank you,” leaves his lips.

You nod and your pupils dilate while they trace every curve and slope of his face. He has on a button-down and a tie, a cardigan on to keep him warm. The rain outside has started to dry, leaving messy but defined curls behind. His shoes are also muddy, yet, still cleaner than yours.

“Box Jellyfish possess at least twenty-four functional eyes,” he whispers under his breath as if to defeat the silence.

A soft giggle leaves your lips. “You just… know that?”

Proud of himself, he nods. “I read a lot.”

“Oh, yeah? What–”

“What can I get for you?” the barista asks.

And you’re pulled out of your real world reverie. The dreamy haze you found yourself in with a complete stranger.

How curious is that?

Your mouth opens to speak but you find it near impossible to get a word out. “Oh! Uh–” you clear your throat, “a medium London fog, please? Extra foam.”

The change in your red leather wallet practically hits the poor girl in the face with how quickly your manicured fingers ruffle through it. But the swiftness in which you pay doesn’t help you, because the minute you tell her the name for the order, the stranger–the one that’s not so strange–his phone starts ringing.

“It’s–uh–work, I’m sorry, I have to–I have to go,” he rambles, hand slipping into his satchel for a cellular device you haven’t seen in five years.

“It’s okay! I… it was nice…” and he answers the call, tongue sweeping across his lips. You continue to yourself, “talking to you…”

Peculiar.

Yet, you find yourself interested.

[savvyhrms025]

Visitor Management System: Because Random Strangers Shouldn’t Roam Your Office

Do you still make entries in the register?

Every office, school, hospital or building has guests. Some come for an interview, some with a delivery, some come suddenly without an appointment. And we are still making them write their name, number and arrival time in the register in the old way? What if the pen doesn't work? Or what if someone leaves after giving wrong information? These are all the loopholes that a visitor management system can easily close.

What is a Visitor Management System?

In simple words, it is a smart way to give entry to guests, track them and ensure the safety of the office/building. It not only records information, but also gives a good experience - for you and your guests.

Features that make it important and smart

1. Digital check-in and check-out

After visitor management software there is no register, no manual entry. Visitors just tap something on the touchscreen or scan a QR code and their entry is recorded. Our time is also automatic.

2. ID verification and photo capture

The identity of any visitor is confirmed before he enters. Aadhar card, driving license, or any other identity card is scanned and a photo is also taken. No chance of fake entry.

3. Automatic appointment alert

The person whom the visitor has come to meet immediately gets an alert on mobile or email. No need for a reception call, no hassle of waiting.

4. Visitor pass printing

With the help of smart visitor management software the digital pass is generated instantly which contains photo, name, employee to be met, entry and exit time. Work is easy for the security guard as well.

5. Real-time dashboard

Who came, when, is he still inside or has left – everything on one screen. Every movement can be monitored by the security team.

6. Data backup and reporting

The data of every visitor is saved and a report can be created whenever required – be it a security audit or log checking.

There are only dangers in old ways

The pen did not work, the register got torn, the entry was missed – all these are common things to hear. But what if someone gives the wrong identity and something goes wrong? Without digital records, it becomes impossible to prove anything. That is why in today's time, the digital visitor management system is not just a convenience, it has become an important part of security.

Conclusion: Not just welcome, security is also needed

The entry of every visitor should be easy, but also protective. Visitor management systems strike this balance – smart entry, clear tracking and better control.

If your office, building or organization is still working with a register and pen, then the time has come for change. Adopt a visitor management system and make the entry technological, safe and professional.

[drabblesandimagines]

Swipe Right

Leon Kennedy x female reader, commissioned piece Lots of dumb fluff ahead! Thanks so much to the lovely @porcelainseashore for commissioning me with the brief of Leon using a dating app! I've said it before and I'll say it again - please do go check out Porcelain's fics! x

“So,” Leon places his elbows on the counter behind, leans back and flashes a winning smile, “how about dinner later?”

The auburn-haired woman waits for her coffee to finish dispensing before she shakes her head, lips pursed. “No, thank you, Agent Kennedy.”

“Oh.” He was sure they’d had some sort of connection. Their eyes had met across the office on more than one occasion, flirtatiously so – had he read it wrong? “You have plans already tonight?”

“Mm, something like that.” She smiles, politely, picking up her DSO-branded mug and heading out of the break room without so much as a glance back.

Leon shrugs it off – he’s good at that – and places his own mug under the spout, about to make his coffee selection when a familiar voice chirps over his shoulder.

“Have you ever thought of internet dating?”

He spins round, surprised. “Claire?”

“Hi.” She waves with a smile. “So, internet dating?”

Leon’s brow furrowed, about to ask why she was here, but from the visitor lanyard around her neck it was clear it was down to some sort of TerraSafe business, but why is she going on about internet dating?

Oh.

“Wait, did you hear…?”

“The dinner invite? Oh, yes.” She nods, crossing her arms. “Does that ever work?”

“Yes.”

Claire quirks an eyebrow.

“Okay, not recently.” He retorts, turning back around and pressing the button for his black coffee to start dispensing.

“Uh-huh…” She steps forward, turns to lean against the counter to look at him. “I’m telling you, Leon - internet dating. I finally convinced Chris to give it a go about six months back, and he seems pretty happy. Been seeing a nice girl for three months now – a florist.”

Leon shakes his head, watching the coffee dispense with feigned interest. “Surprised Redfield went for it. How the hell do you introduce anyone to what we’ve seen?” At least with women from work, he didn’t have to skirt around what the hell he does all day.

“Heard of keeping work and homelife separate?”

“And Chris manages that?”

“I mean, she knows what he’s shared with her, but he took it slow. It’s not like the government can keep everything secret these days – not with everyone having a smart phone.” Claire grimaces, remembering the videos of the Alcatraz attack popping up on social media on a live stream. It was taken down pretty quick, but still popped up occasionally. They can’t hide it forever.

“Anyway, enough about Chris’ love life, I’m trying to help yours. Have you tried it? There’s websites and apps…”

Leon recalls a week of medical leave – battered, bruised and laid out on the couch on high doses of meds, flipping through the cable channels and losing hours to a show about people falling in love over the internet, only for the person to be using a fake photo of an entirely different identity and being crushed when they met in person.

��Isn’t that where the catfish are?”

Claire rolls her eyes. “We won’t set your radius that large.”

He looks down, a little confused. “My… radius?”

Leon’s not present on social media, but that’s hardly a surprise with his work. Maybe, if things had been different, he would’ve trawled through it at some point – joined a group for graduates from the Police Academy of ’98, checked in, gone to some sort of graduating class reunion where they would’ve swapped stories from precincts over a lukewarm beer or two in a hall dressed up with balloons and streamers.

Come to think of it, he doesn’t really remember the names of anyone in his graduating class, though he’s not sure if that’s down to a certain amount of knocks to the head throughout his career getting to him. He could look them up – they’ll be in some sort of database somewhere that Hunnigan could help him locate, but what would he say?

“Me? Well, I had one day on the job – hell of a first day, actually – and then I was ‘recruited’ into military training, so technically not a cop anymore either.”

“Phone, please.” Claire has moved to sit down at one of the small tables in the kitchen, now holding out her hand expectantly. He finds himself joining her, mug of coffee in one hand and the other pulling out his cell from his suit jacket pocket. He hands it over because it’s Claire and he’s known her long enough now to know she’s not going to drop the subject so easily.

“Have you got any selfies on here?”

“Don’t think so. Why?”

“To put on your profile. Anything I shouldn’t see in your gallery?”

He shakes his head.

“Seriously, Leon?” She must’ve opened the app by the way she’s scrolling down on the screen. “These are all sunsets and photos of your motorcycle.”

“What should I be picking pictures of?”

“Oh, wait… Here’s one.” She turns the phone around. It’s him, grinning, next to a corpse of a zombiefied lion. “I repeat – seriously, Leon?”

“Ha, yeah.” He smiles in acknowledgement. “I was trying to get Hunnigan interested in fieldwork with the spectacular sights.” Claire turns the phone back around and the sound of a camera shutter clicks out of the speaker.

“Ooh, that’s a good candid – and no-one needs to know what you were looking at.”

“Look, it’s nice of you to offer, but I don’t know about all this…” He rubs the back of his head.

“It’s 30 days free. Just try it and if you still don’t like it by the end of the trial, you can delete it off your phone and I won’t bring it up again.”

He stalls, taking a long sip of his coffee as he thinks. Claire means well, after all and if Chris has had luck with it, considering what Leon knows he’s seen and lived through, what does he have to lose, really?

“Fine. 30 days.”

“Great! Now, let’s set up your profile…”

--

Claire had given him a tutorial – swipe left if you’re not interested on a profile, right if you are. If the person swipes right in return, it’ll set you up as a match and you can start a conversation – signaled by a small speech bubble icon appearing on the bottom right.

It wasn’t until that evening that Leon tried it out properly, sat on his couch, killing time before bed and begins to swipe through. It feels a little odd – he usually likes to get to know a person somewhat before offering out his dinner invite, but this is mostly on looks alone, with a tiny snippet of profile information – age, location, what they’re looking for.

He swipes right on a blonde, her profile full of photos from beach vacations or something, says she’s not too far away from him and is ‘looking to connect with someone deeply.’ A chat box pops up immediately and after a moment or two, three dots show Beauty – he’s not sure that’s her real name - is typing.

Hey, big boy. What’s bigger – your forearms or… An eggplant emoji?

Oh.

He hesitates over writing back a response. He can flirt with the best of them, but how is anyone meant to make a genuine connection over this app? Maybe he’s too old for this shit.

He puts his cell down by his side and switches on the television instead.

--

“So…” Claire drawls over his shoulder over three weeks later, tracked him down to his desk.

“So…” He mocks back with a tease, swinging around in his office chair.

“Any good dates recently?”

He laughs. “How do you even get that far?”

“You’ve not gone on one?”

“Not for lack of trying.” It’s true. After Beauty, he had struck up conversation with a few more genuine girls that seemed to be going well until he’d broached the idea of a date and they’d drop off the radar. “A couple seemed interested but then stopped replying. I got one date – she didn’t show up.”

“Oh, come on.” Claire leans against his desk. “That can’t be everyone. Let me see.” There’s the expectant hand again. He sighs, picks up his phone and opens the app before handing it over to her.

She sets to scrolling through new arrivals for him, before she pauses. “Well, this one looks sweet.”

“Claire, I appreciate your concern but I just don’t think this app is for me. I gave it a go, I swear.”

“I know, but you’ve got a few days left on the free trial at least - you won’t lose anything. Just take a look?”

He takes the phone back and looks at the screen – a cropped picture of you, it looks like, your friends’ arms around your shoulders, a big, genuine smile on your face. Not a pout or a smolder in a night club mirror.

“Aw, you’re smiling.”

“Fine.” He swipes, but the message bubble doesn’t pop up. That’s the one thing he doesn’t like about this app – you never know if the other one will swipe back.

“No match.”

“Give her a moment,” Claire elbows him, playfully. “Not everyone is scrolling for dates at work.”

“Hey-”

“Speaking of, I’ve got a meeting. See you!”

--

You throw yourself down on the bed, a little bit tipsy after an evening of drinking with your friends, and hold your phone dangerously above your face – you’ve been so close to giving yourself a black eye from the drop so many times but never learn – and open up that stupid app. Your friend had encouraged you to sign up to it after declaring you’d been in a pity party for long enough now after your last break-up and it was time to get back out there.

You scroll through the latest arrivals, swiping left as you go. Everyone internet dates now, you don’t know why you only seem to attract utter creeps on it. You’d been on a few dates, but they’d all been entirely awkward outside the safety of the chat box.

You pause on one new arrival, Leon, 41, the first photo in the set clearly a candid. He’s dressed in a suit – no tie. Businessman, you wonder? Amazingly hot and maybe the most shiniest hair you’ve ever seen.

You roll over onto your stomach and swipe right, smiling when a chat bubble appears.

--

Leon had just settled into bed for the night when his phone vibrated angrily on the bedside table. He threw a hand out, blindly, and looked at the screen, half expecting it to be an email from work or a message from Hunnigan.

It’s neither – a notification from the app.

Hi, Leon. Thanks for swiping. Can I ask something?

He frowns – a unique opener, but it could still go the way of the others, he reckons. He’s not a prude, per say, but he’s seen a lot more than he was intending to these past few weeks. He backs up and has a quick scroll through your profile, vaguely recognizing your face from when he’d swiped right earlier that day – the girl Claire had deemed sweet.

Hi – ask away.

A bubble appears with three dots within.

How do you get your hair that shiny?

Leon barks out a laugh - definitely refreshing.

I’m sorry, I don’t think we’re at that stage of our relationship yet where I’m comfortable sharing my beauty secrets.

Please? Mine is so dull.

He clicks on your profile again and onto the photos but can’t see why you’re worried about your hair. Truthfully, all he registers when he looks at the picture is that sweet, genuine smile.

Looks pretty good from what I can see.

The camera adds all the shine. Are you using a filter?

Trust me when I say I wouldn’t know how.

Don’t know about filters but using a dating app? That doesn’t gel.

My friend suggested I give this online dating thing a go, so here I am.

Well, you’ll have to thank your friend for me.

Leon hesitates a moment, before shrugging it off.

I’ll be sure to, especially as it’s got me talking to you.

Your scalp tingles, but it seems nothing to do with the alcohol consumed earlier.

Too cheesy? I told you I’m new to this, right?

Nah, you’re gouda.

Leon grins.

--

The conversation continues to flow over the next few days. You talk about work – he keeps it vague, works in the government, can be called away on business trips last minute – and you are equally elusive in your response of office work. Internet safety, he reckons, smart girl that you are. Hearing his phone ping with a notification has quickly become his favourite sound.

Nice day? Definitely. Picked up my motorcycle – it’s been in the shop a while. Dare I ask what happened? He hesitates. Chasing a bioterrorist down a highway is perhaps a little too much…

Hit by a truck. I wasn’t on it - obviously.

Jeez. Insurance not just buy you a new one? I can’t think how that’s salvageable.

It’s my favourite, I couldn’t give up on her. You ever been on a motorcycle?

Uh-uh. Too scared.

What of?

Falling off, mainly.

No danger of that if you ride tandem - just need to be sure to hold on real tight.

You bite your lip, mulling over a response, but Leon fills the gap.

And I’d look after you, of course. Make a nice first date, don’t you think?

First date? That’s more, like, third or even fourth date material.

There’s your chance, Kennedy – don’t mess it up.

Well, then we better get the first date out of the way.

You bite your lip as you type back a response. Is that your way of asking?

If it is?

If it is, then I’m free Friday...

Perfect.

--

Friday morning arrives and Leon’s at his desk, typing up a report when his phone chimes. Checking over his shoulder, he pulls it out of his pocket and smiles when he sees it’s a text from you. You’d exchanged numbers the other night, deciding it time to take communication off app ahead of meeting up.

Morning. Question?

Morning. Still after my shampoo secrets?

Yes… But not that. How am I meant to recognize you?

I thought that’d be easy – by how shiny my hair is, apparently.

It’ll be dark out, though.

Is this you trying to be subtle about asking for another photo?

No comment.

Leon locks his computer, the screensaver switching to today’s date and time on a black background. He swings his desk chair around, looks around again to make sure no-one’s on their way past, and opens the camera app. He flips the viewfinder around and tries out a couple of smiles before snapping a selfie – if Claire could see him now…

He sends it through.

Included the time and date and all. Happy?

No comment.

Well, how will I recognize you?

Easy. I’ll be the one coming up to you and saying, “Hi, Leon.” See you tonight x

Until then x

--

The two of you had decided to meet at a bistro – varied menu for all tastes, not too intimate, excellent wine, spirits and craft beer menu.

Leon is nervous as he stands to the side of the entrance – an emotion he hasn’t truly entertained since 1998. There had been no time for it when bioweapons and death were staring him down the face. But, tonight… Well, he’s out of his element on this one. Leon had only ever approached women through work and, yes, it was to varying degrees of success but they’d already seen him properly in person, heard his voice, aware of what he does. There was a horrible niggle at the back of his mind that the date who had stood him up a few weeks ago had caught sight of him and turned heel on the spot.

He looks down at this watch to see it’s bang on 7.30. He’d arrived ten minutes too early, but didn’t want to chance being late and showing up in a fluster. When he looks up, slipping a hand back into his pocket, a figure with a familiar face is walking towards him, greets him with an anxious smile and an awkward half-wave.

God, you’re adorable.

“Hi, Leon.” 

“Hi,” He smiles, one hand still in his pocket, the other hanging down by his side. He wonders if he should’ve gone in for the kiss on the cheek, but he’s missed his chance.

“Erm…” You wring your hands together. “You okay?”

“Great. You?”

Why does he feel as giddy as he did when he picked up his girlfriend for prom back at high school?

“I’m good. It’s nice to put a… voice to a face?” You laugh – light and airy - and Leon’s already desperate to hear it again.

“It really is. Er, shall we?” He gestures forward with his arm.

You nod. “Let’s.”

The conversation is stagnant at first, a sentence here or there as you peruse the drinks menu and move on to ordering starters and entrees. With a little liquid courage, though, the two of you soon slip into easy conversation.

It’s just after the appetizers are cleared when Leon realizes he’s completely and utterly smitten.

You don’t even know where the time has gone, but all of the sudden the two of you are the only diners left and it’s clear the wait staff are looking for you to leave so they can begin their nightly clean down.

He follows you out and onto the sidewalk, a few metres away from the bistro entrance, standing awkwardly opposite each other – mirroring the beginning of the evening.

“So, fancy a ride?”

You tilt your head at him curiously before you burst out into laughter and he grins, rubbing the back of his head, awkwardly, as he realizes the context.

“I mean, I brought my bike here. I can give you a ride home - on my bike.”

You smile. “Not on the first date, remember?”

“Of course.” He nods. “Sticking to your principles – I respect that. Well, can I call you a cab?”

“Oh, actually, I’m gonna walk. I live just in that building over there…” You point up to an apartment building about halfway up the next block.

“I could walk you across the street?” He cringes as he realizes maybe he’s coming on too heavy-handed. “I’m sorry, I promise I can take a hint-”

“No.” You cut across abruptly. “I mean, walking me home would be nice.”

You cross the road in silence, both wrapped up in your own thoughts. You wish you lived slightly further away so you’d have longer to work out what to say, how to end the night.

“So…” Leon begins the other side of the road, the entrance to your apartment block just ahead. He’s trying to keep calm and collected, but there’s just something about you that has made his heart race, his palms sweaty. Don’t fuck this up, Kennedy. “I had a really lovely evening.”

“Me too.” You smile back – and you mean it – but you can’t help but brace yourself. Is this the part where he says, yeah, he had a nice time, but he’d rather not do it again? It seems all too good to be true. He’s the same as he was on the phone, messages and photos.

“Great…” You take a deep breath at his pause, unconsciously clenching your fists, “..cos I was wondering how you felt about a second date?”

“You’re really desperate to get me on that motorcycle, huh?” You tease, instantly relaxing. “But, seriously, I’d like that, to see you again.”

“Is tomorrow too soon?”

“That depends what you have in mind.” You stop, suddenly – the apartment foyer to your left. “This is me.”

“Well, we’ve done dinner, shall we work backwards and have lunch next?”

You take a step closer. “And then breakfast?”

“Fourth could be a midnight feast?” He steps forward too, misjudging the distance and something hard brushes against your stomach. Leon’s eyes widen in alarm. “Oh, wait, I…” He dips his hand into his trouser pocket and pulls out a travel-sized bottle of shampoo with a sheepish smile. “I meant to give you this at the end of dinner – my beauty secret.”

You yank him forward by his jacket collar and kiss him before you can even think properly about what you’re doing. You step up onto your tip toes to deepen the kiss, a hand bracing yourself against his chest for a moment before you mean to step back, maybe even apologise for pouncing on the man, but Leon’s arms wrap around your waist, holding you in place, kissing you back incessantly before you both have to retreat for breath.

“Well, if I knew the shampoo would get that reaction I would’ve started the night off with it.” He murmurs, pulling away and resting his forehead against yours. “I gotta ask though - you’ll kiss on the first date, but not ride a motorcycle?”

You shrug, half-heartedly. “One’s more dangerous than the other.”

He kisses you once more, softly, ending with a teasing nibble on your lip.

“Oh, we’ll see about that, sweetheart.” -- Masterlist . 1,000 followers event

[parkomax]

Streamlining Amusement Park Entry: Modern Solutions for Efficient Visitor Management

Efficient visitor entry management is crucial for amusement parks to enhance guest experiences, ensure safety, and optimize operations. With advancements in technology, parks can now implement systems that facilitate seamless entry processes.

The Importance of Efficient Entry Management

Long queues and manual ticket checks can detract from the visitor experience. Implementing streamlined entry systems not only improves guest satisfaction but also aids in crowd control and security.

Key Components of Modern Entry Management Systems

1. Online Ticketing and Pre-registration

Allowing guests to purchase tickets online and register in advance reduces wait times at entry points. This system can also provide valuable data on expected attendance, aiding in resource planning.

2. Contactless Entry Solutions

Utilizing QR codes or RFID-enabled wristbands enables quick and hygienic access to the park. These methods minimise physical contact and expedite the entry process.

3. Real-time Monitoring and Analytics

Implementing systems that monitor visitor flow in real-time allows for dynamic crowd management. Data analytics can help identify peak times and areas, facilitating better staff allocation and enhancing safety measures.

4. Customisable Access Permissions

Advanced systems can assign different access levels to various visitor categories, such as VIPs or group tours, ensuring a tailored experience and efficient movement within the park.

5. Automated Notifications and Alerts

Integrating alert systems that notify staff of large group arrivals or potential security concerns enables proactive management and swift response to situations.

Benefits of Implementing Advanced Entry Management

Enhanced Guest Experience: Reduced wait times and personalised services lead to higher satisfaction.

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[neowqing]

Being an outcast at school would mean that no one would remember you in the future, but Severus was unlucky once again. He graduated from Hogwarts, escaped from the deatheaters, not that he was recruited, but his name was once mentioned, returned to his home at Spinner's End, and had no contact with wizards. No matter how poor his street was, the town itself was alive, and he was lucky to find a job in a bookshop, a quiet place where he could hide among the bookshelves and devote his time to self-study. Severus practises potions, perhaps he could sell them, take orders, extra income is always needed, and forget about his past.

**

There are many things that are difficult to comprehend, perhaps due to the complexity of the information provided, the intellectual abilities of the recipient, or simply age, but there are things that Sirius cannot understand because they do not make sense.

"Why do we have to persuade him?" He whines, walking down the sidewalk. No one seems enthusiastic, not even Lily.

"Because he's smart," Remus repeats.

"There are plenty of smart people in the Order, we'll manage without Snivell somehow."

"That's true, but," Remus continues, "if the Death Eaters recruit him, it will be difficult for us."

Severus may be smart, but not so smart that his defection to the deatheaters would be a problem for them. Sirius is outraged by this strange situation, by the fact that everyone around him is holding their breath, not knowing whose side Snape is on. The Order members are watching, keeping an eye on those who have not chosen a side, because it is better to have more allies than enemies.

Through his old connections, Dumbledore sent Lily to settle the matter and send an invitation to Snape, but how could she go alone when James was tied to her leg? And with him were three others.

The bell above the door rings melodiously, announcing the arrival of new visitors. Severus has just finished arranging the new books, and the best ones this week, in a prominent place. He turns elegantly, graceful as always. His long eyelashes, framing his deep black eyes, flutter as he blinks, his eyes widening slightly in surprise and recognition. He looks exhausted, not like he does at school, but not rested enough either, thin pale skin, a large nose, pink lips, slender elegant limbs, a large cardigan hanging on him, everything seems so familiar, Sirius licks his lips, swallows saliva. It seems he can sense Severus without touching him, the worn fabric of his clothes, his smooth skin, he inhales, the familiar smell of herbs, is he still playing with potions?

"No animals allowed," Severus points to the sign, then to the four boys behind Lily.

What a bitch. Yes, it's Severus Snape himself.

**

Of course, he had to be a pain in the ass and refuse the offer to join them, they have to leave, leave someone to watch him and find out which side Severus has chosen, but now that he is here, Sirius cannot simply forget about the meeting and let it go, he turns to the Ministry, becoming the only one who is watching Snape. They don't need many people so as not to attract attention, and besides, Sirius is already familiar with Severus, so it would be nice to see a familiar face.

Except that Severus didn't want that. Reminders of the past, surveillance, the presence of strangers, especially Black. He is unable to sit still, like an active dog, he picks everything up, walks obsessively behind him, throws things to annoy Severus. Three times a day he is sent out into the street, and he returns with other visitors so that there are witnesses and he is not cursed on the spot. Later, Severus thinks that four days is the limit of Sirius's patience, and he will not appear again, but now Black just hangs around, walking down the street, going into other shops, especially liking to sit in the café opposite, looking at Severus through the glass, waving his hand when Snape looks up. And then in the evening he follows him, complaining about how boring Severus's job is, sometimes throwing small pebbles at Severus's back to get his attention, a thoroughly horrible person, blessed with luxurious looks, may he be damned.

Sirius likes to annoy people; he leaves cartoons on Snape's desk, no signatures, just a drawing of a smiling dog's face in the corner . There were drawings of a bat, a crow, a cat, a snake, a deer, a rabbit, a skeleton, portrait of Severus, but with an exaggerated nose and pointed elf ears. Severus sifts through a handful of new drawings, tossing them into a drawer. He pinched his nose, hearing Sirius' footsteps two cupboards away. How annoying, Severus thought, taking out a bottle of potion and examining the label.

"Do you have a licence to sell potions?" Sirius asked with a satisfied smile.

"Black..." Severus doesn't want to explain that it's his potion he's about to drink, because Sirius's presence gives him a headache, but otherwise Black will complain to everyone, spreading lies.

"Don't worry, it'll stay between us, sweetie," Sirius runs away laughing.

It all pays off when one evening, after almost two weeks of constant visits, a figure in a black robe with a hood over his head appears near Severus's house, secretly and stealthily.

Sirius doesn't need to hear to know what the conversation is about. He looks at Severus, his face grim, clearly dissatisfied with the meeting and the conversation. Sirius waits for a response, any gesture, ready to read his lips, perhaps Severus will make demands. "Not interested." Sirius clearly sees the words forming. It's a refusal. What a relief. The Death Eater doesn't give up so easily. The figure grabs Severus by the arm, perhaps telling him about the benefits or threatening him. It's not difficult for Severus to pull his arm out of the grip and get his wand, a means of defence and attack. The Death Eater reaches for his own, but doesn't have time to get it, falling dead at Snape's feet.

Without a word, with a light wave of his wand, which Sirius hides back in his sleeve, stepping into the light of the lantern, smiling, he kills the Dark Lord's supporter.

"It seems you can now consider the Order's proposal."

Severus looks first at the body, then at Sirius.

"Do the Aurors now intend to kill everyone without question?" He catches on. "Don't worry, it will stay between us, sweetie."

Sirius snorts.

"Get rid of it before anyone sees it. Tomorrow at 7а.m." Severus gives instructions, turning his back and continuing on his way home.

**

Severus agrees to join the Order, not because he wants to fight, but because he doesn't want to encounter deatheaters. He agrees to brew potions, hoping to stay away from the Gryffindors, in some basement, behind closed doors, away from everyone, and it worked, but of course, Sirius has to be different. He came with food, news, sharp comments, once he added lotus roots, causing an explosion and a series of curses from Severus, after which he did not return for a week, but Severus heard Black whining about how badly he was being treated, and he just wanted to help.

Black returns, this time smelling of blood, his features no longer playful, serious in his steps, studying the ingredients, perhaps to distract himself from something in his head.

"The attacks have increased," he says. "They're looking for you, dead or alive."

Severus nods, no matter how dirty he is, Lucius remembered him.

"Dead... You'd probably be happy, after everything you did, you once shouted about breaking me, my will." Severus thinks of this bastard who ruined his potion, obviously with evil intentions.

"Not now, everything has changed." Sirius moves closer.

"And what has changed?" Severus finally looks up from the cauldron.

"Everything. I no longer want to break you, I want to be the one who holds what little is left of you, keeping you from falling and breaking."

"How noble." Severus shakes his head with a smile. "You'd rather control the process and be the one to throw me away."

"Darling, in case you haven't noticed, I'm already in control." Sirius's hands find their way to Severus's waist, a little more and he can hook his fingers together, just a tiny bit. "I always have been."