#Elevator Controller

[fionayao2008]

Tripod Turnstile Overview Tripod Turnstile, Swing Turnstile, as well as Flap Turnstile( RS Security Co., Ltd: www.szrssecurity.com) are modern control devices for pedestrian passages. They are used in places where the entry as well as exit of people require to be managed, such as wise neighborhoods, canteens, hotels, museums, gymnasiums, clubs, subways, terminals, anchors, and so on place. Making use of Tripod Turnstile, Swing Turnstile, and Flap Turnstile can make the flow of people organized. Tripod Turnstile, Swing Turnstile, Flap Turnstile are used in combination with smart cards, fingerprints, barcodes and also various other recognition system devices to form an intelligent gain access to control channel control system; they are utilized in mix with computers, access control, participation, billing monitoring, ticket systems and various other software application to form a The intelligent Turnstile Gate detailed monitoring system can realize functions such as access control, attendance, consumption, ticketing, as well as current limiting. This Turnstile Gate monitoring system becomes part of the "all-in-one card" as well as is mounted at flows such as areas, factories, smart buildings, canteens, and so on. It can complete various administration features such as staff member card travel control, attendance at leave job as well as meals, and also eating. Tripod Turnstile system functions Fast as well as convenient: read the card in and out with one swipe. Utilize the authorized IC card and wave it in front of the smart Tripod Turnstile viewers to finish the Tripod Turnstile gate opening and charge recording work. The card analysis is non-directional and the analysis and composing time is 0.1 secs, which is practical and also rapid. Protection and confidentiality: Use background or regional confirmation, licensed issuance, and distinct identification, that is, the card can just be utilized in this system, and it is risk-free as well as private. Integrity: Card radio frequency induction, reputable and steady, with the capability to court as well as believe. Adaptability: The system can flexibly establish access and also leave control personnel authorizations, period control, cardholder credibility as well as blacklist loss coverage, adding cards as well as other features. Versatility: Through consent, the user card can be made use of for "one-card" management such as parking, attendance, accessibility control, patrol, intake, and so on, making it very easy to realize multiple uses one card. Simpleness: Easy to install, simple to connect, the software has a Chinese user interface and also is easy to run. Tripod Turnstile, Swing Turnstile, as well as Flap Turnstile( RS Security Co., Ltd: www.szrssecurity.com) are modern control gadgets for pedestrian flows. The use of Tripod Turnstile, Swing Turnstile, and also Flap Turnstile can make the circulation of individuals orderly. Make use of the authorized IC card as well as wave it in front of the smart Tripod Turnstile visitor to finish the Tripod Turnstile gate opening and charge recording work.

[lotus-pear]

regret

[peliginspeaks]

Listen, I'm sorry to the people who draw Veils in torn/bloody robes because of the whole Vake thing but you're simply wrong. Do you think Veils would Ever go out like that. Do you think it doesn't have fifteen changes of clothes ready immediately, with options depending on the day and occasion, to climb into when it comes back from killing things. Of course it does. Veils is getting home, taking a shower in the Bazaar, putting on a new perfectly clean robe with accent panels and silk trim, and then dabbing 1 (one) tasteful bloodstain on the hem of it with a claw because it's arrogant and it thinks it can get away with it. What is a Veils if it's not serving cunt. Of course it is.

[abirddogmoment]

Rory's first session with steadiness training and she's crushing it!

[shloen]

[katanashipping]

@love-killed-the-superstar Following our recent discussions, I just need to point out again that Shredder burned down April's whole ass shop in the first season of 2k3, and after she rebuilt it identically, brick by brick, he is STILL like Hm. I wonder where I may be able to find my enemies now. Such a mystery. Alas.

Meanwhile, Karai is like "I need to deliver a threat to Leonardo. I'll just leave it with April" and breezes into the shop pretty as you please.

[everythingmatters]

people aren’t nice to girls they see crying in public like they used to be. tbh

[ashintheairlikesnow]

🔢 for Kauri Jake and Antoni? I absolutely relate so much to Ant’s feelings regarding physical touch both platonic and sexual. Just interested to see what you would come up with! Obviously if you’re not comfortable with that then a comf piece would be amazing 🥺❤️

(the prompt was a 3-or-moresome. Antoni isn't going to be about that, so I am choosing the comf option! @winedark-whump asked how Kauri would handle being stuck in an elevator...)

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CW: Claustrophobia, panic attack, comf, hurt/comfort, the QPR returns, traumatized whumpee

The doors open only with the maintenance man and the firefighter each pulling with their full strength at a side. The doors shriek in protest, separating inch by inch.

Antoni expects Kauri to come barreling out, but he doesn't. Instead, Antoni has to look down to realize where he even inside the small square.

Kauri lays on his side, his wild curls against cheap scratchy carpeting, his hands pressed palms against his closed eyes. Hitching breaths are shallow, hardly gasps, and the maintenance man doesn't know what he's looking at but Antoni does.

He thinks the firefighter maybe does, too, by the way his jaw tightens at the sight.

"Shit, it was only a couple hours," The maintenance man says, looking stricken. "Got it open as fast as I could."

"He fears to be closed in," Antoni says by way of explanation. The firefighter meets his eyes, briefly, with a depth of understanding that makes Antoni grateful for his silence but uneasy, too.

He steps forward, feeling the very slight dip under his feet as it accepts his weight. "Kasha? The door is open now. Let's go."

Kauri doesn't move.

"Kasha?" When Antoni crouches next to him, he can hear Kauri's whispers, thick around the tears. He reaches out and his palm rounds over the curve of Kauri's shoulder. It trembles under his touch.

"I hate the light, I h-hate, hate being alone in the light, I hate it, alone, alone in th-the light..." Kauri's voice is more whimper than whisper, really. A frightened animal. "I can't, I didn't do anything, I didn't, I was good I was good I was good-"

"Sssshhhh. I have you." Despite his prickling awareness of the watching men and his fear of what they might understand from Kauri's state, his terrified words, he doesn't try to force Kauri up. He leans forward and presses his hands over Kauri's. Lets him feel the warmth of human touch.

Kauri sobs, a broken sound that comes from so deep within him that Antoni wonders if it is Kauri that cries at all, or the remnants of Liam Harker finally making themselves fully known. Was Liam Harker frightened of small spaces? Or did that only begin when he had been wiped away?

"I have you," Antoni repeats, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his head. The florescents overhead buzz softly, all too familiar. The little box is cold - the heat isn't working in here. The walls of the elevator are a plain, flat white.

"I'm good, I'm good, I'm-... I'm good, I promise, I promise..."

"I know," He soothes, shifting to rub a hand up and down Kauri's back. His muscles shake under Antoni's light touch, and he finally leans fully over him, laying his body and his weight against Kauri's slight frame.

Kauri's shaking slows, and so does his crying. He keeps breathing in those shaking, shallow inhales, but some of the painful tension seems to break in him. He shifts, turning over onto his back and throwing his arms around Antoni's neck, weeping against his T-shirt. At first, it's a relief, until he hears Kauri cry, "I'm so sorry, I'll be good, don't leave me alone, please, please-"

"I will not. I will not leave you. I have you, Kasha, I have you..."

The fireman clears his throat, and Antoni looks up to see him speaking in a low voice to the maintenance man. Both of them look away when they see Antoni watching them.

He hopes to give them privacy. He worries it might be for other reasons.

He has to hold Kauri to get him to stand, pulling himself upright with Kauri's arms still tight around his neck. He feels half-choked but doesn't dare try to get him to let go. His skin prickles.

Then Kauri's legs wrap around him, ankles crossed, and he grunts, nearly falling himself before he manages to get his hands under Kauri's ass and thighs to hold him up. He's still weeping against Antoni's shoulders.

Antoni arms ache almost immediately, and he leans back against a wall, panting. But then...

"I've got him," Jake says, and he shifts Kauri from one set of arms to the next with an ease that shows just what all his working out has done for him - the muscles to hold a grown man like he weighs nothing.

"Jasha." For a second, Jake is holding them both, and Antoni closes his eyes. But then there is space between them again, and his breath comes easier, he feels the prickling of his skin start to fade. "The elevator broke-"

"Yeah, I saw the text. I'm sorry it took me so long, I was helping Krista out with a doctor visit." Kauri looks even smaller in Jake's arms, and buries himself against his bulk and warmth. "Let me take you both home. We'll come back for the car once Kauri's okay, yeah?"

Antoni nods, swallowing. He looks over to the fireman and maintenance man.

"Hey, look, we didn't see shit, okay?" The maintenance man offers, a little awkwardly. "I'll erase the security tapes."

The fireman nods. "Empty elevator. Good thing, too."

"Thanks," Jake says with real sincerity, and he moves back out through the empty lobby, Kauri in his arms, Antoni trailing behind him. Kauri still looks like a string pulled tight, about to snap. "You okay, Ant?"

"Yeah... Yeah. I mean, I am not, but..." Antoni sighs, taking a hand back through his messy hair. "Once our Kasha is, I will be."

[velvetjune]

person who’s gotten too into the collectibles and world of control: penny bartwell should appear in control 2

[mewtwoevolution]

Could you tell us anymore on Team Y? I'm intrigued! (also humans like their letter organisation names don't they Team Y X Corp)

“Oh yes I saw that this world is Corporation X, formerly Team X. Team Y is now the most trusted clinic and research labs across the seven regions. Though they have rebranded as Timeless Research And Clinics, or TRAC in the more recent years. I’ve known them as Team Y my whole life so far.”

“Again i dont know what their earliest years were like, much was lost just because that was over four hundred years ago now.”

“But for now they focus on helping the pokemon and trainers of my world and have medical teams to help any hybrids in other worlds before we fix them as well as support Dev, Lucia, and I as we’re out and about as long as they stay out of our way.” -Stone

[lambda-core]

literally every splatoon story plot

[bugborgs]

I love how much time nebula spends in vol3 just looking so fucking tired of everyone's bullshit it's so fucking funny

I know I'm inherently biased as a nebula apologist but at any given point in the movie she could have thrown someone through a wall and I'd be like y'know what that's fair

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[div-divington]

Federal Bureau of Control

--> the Containment Sector

[allyourfearsarecomingtrue]

Air-conditioning discourse: if my AC isn't on full blast at all times from May to October I will wilt and die, due to my unspecified yet dire disability. However, this does not apply in wintertime, when I crank the heat in my apartment way higher than what I claimed was my maximum temperature tolerance in summer

Chili neighbour discourse: it's ableist to cook food for others without being asked. They could get an allergic reaction or something. I know this because I am allergic to literally fucking everything

Doordash discourse: disabled people need doordash three times a day because some of us are too anxious to use a microwave, too tired to read cooking instructions, and too sensitive to histamines to eat leftovers.

[bigfootsmom]

different anon but i'm now too thinking about elevator fic , might i interested you in a flower to give you inspiration 🌹(and yeah scrapes i just don't wanna sound demanding you can just take the flower and inspiration is fine)

Thank you for the flower it was very inspiring 💞 here’s a little bit more from the last scene I posted:

He gets kicked again, and again until he can’t feel his fingers anymore— can’t even tell which way is up or down or if he’s even still laying on the floor. For all he knows he could be spinning out into outer space, unraveling further and further until there’s no chance his pieces will ever be recovered.

Through the deafening static roaring in his ears, Buck thinks he hears the ding of the elevator arriving at a floor.

He has to stop John. He has to— he’s left with one last parting kick, effectively stopping his feeble attempt at rising from the floor. Crumpling into a useless heap, all Buck can manage is a weak twitch of his fingers against the gritty tiles as the elevator rocks with the movement of John exiting.