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[writingescapades]

In the Rain

Fields of Mistria: Balor, Rhys, March, Caldarus

A/N: It's been raining a lot here, so got inspired. Sorry if the characterization seems off. I'm playing the game slow and don't have all the lore and heart events. (I'm dying for an update where we get multiple save files. How will I romance them all????)

Balor

The rain always reduced the number of customers. It made for slippery paths as muddy water sloshed worn clothing. One always became soaked, not matter how well covered they attempted to be. Worst of all, the rain almost always made Balor ill. Suffice to say, Balor disliked the rain.

What the rain taught him was the comfort of shelter. The warmth of an enclosed spaced filled with music and laughter. The fullness of a hearty meal as rainwater serenaded him, and the soft thunder that lulled him to sleep. The rain was a temptation towards indulgence. It was different to experience a space to just exist in and not commoditize. Balor never knew how to feel about that. It enticed him but it also bit at him, as if the rain was attempting to domesticate him. Thankfully, the rain would always end.

It was on a rainy day that Balor, heading towards the inn, stumbled upon you. He instinctively invited you into the inn, especially once he registered your drenched state, but you only shook your head and turned your attention elsewhere. Once inside the inn, Balor surrender once more to the cozy environment. He sat on a bar stool waiting for the familiar warmth to wrap around him once more, holding him there till either the rain stopped, or he stumbled upstairs half asleep. But this time, Balor remained cold.

He kept remembering you. Your clothes and that flimsy hat would not last long under this downpour, yet you did not seem to mind. Instead, you face seemed focused. Balor tried to put his thoughts aside. Tried to chat with the locals, but 30 min later, he felt no different. It was only when Hemlock chided Balor to get on with what he really needed to do, that Balor finally escaped the inn.

He finally found you on the beach, fishing. Had he not been drenched, Balor would have laughed at the scene before him.

“What is so luring about fishing that I find the new farmer paying no heed to the rain?”

You turned and further confused Balor with a smirk. Did the rain not bother you?

“Some fishes only come out in the rain. Also, I seem to get a lot of treasure chests and sunken artifacts”.

Saying so, you pulled in your line to reveal an old treasure chest.

“Open it,” you urged.

It took some precarious locksmithing, but Balor finally opened the chest to reveal, a lump of wood. His expression must have been something for the cackle you let out.

“Sometimes they contain duds,” you consoled as you pulled in another chest.

This time, the box contained a bit of gold.

You urged him to keep the treasure, claiming it as his initiation into treasure hunting. Balor kept the gold, but his eyes locked out into the sea once more, excitement shining in his eyes. As he watched you cast out your line and waited for the next haul, Balor shivered. Maybe it was from the cold, and he probably would have a cold the next day. But the crisp air, the scent of the rain, the roaring of the sea all filled Balor with this familiar ache. He loved the inn and he’d grown on the people of Mistria. But comfort and desire were different, and Balor’s heart beat for this moment right here, where everything was just bit against him and the only thing that would save him rested on a silver line. A line you pulled and cast repeatedly until the moon was up and the rain finally stopped. Many treasure chests and artifacts were found, but for Balor the best treasure was discovered a new way to appreciate the rain.

Rhys

Rain and Carpenters were probably mortal enemies. Afterall, wet wood would worsen wealth for any carpenter. There was always a new customer, unaccustomed to wood composition who got upset when they discovered the damage the rain could do on wood. Like clockwork, the day after a rainfall always had Rhys running around fixing the damages and making repairs.

In anticipation of this, Rhys got into the habit of preparing on rainy days. It just saved time, though it took away from his other hobbies. His uncle always chided Rhys for working too hard, but he couldn’t persuade Rhys much, especially since Rhys’s hard work benefited the business. It was on such a day, where Rhys was walking out to the village square to pick up some supplies that he bumped into you.

You were lying on the ground, spread out like a starfish. Alarmed, Rhys immediately headed towards you to check if everything was well. Your closed eyes did not alleviate the situation, but the smile on your face made Rhys exhale a laugh and call out your name.

You didn’t open your eyes, but hummed along to his questions of concern. Rhys quickly understood that you were just being yourself. For quiet, calm, reliable Rhys, you were interesting. You did what you wanted with little care for the consequences or the opinions of others. It was, interesting and tempting, though Rhys was reluctant to admit it. He was about to go and leave you once more, when you turned towards him, shielding your face with your arm and spoke.

“Stay”.

It wasn’t an order, nor a job. Rhys should refuse. He should go to the market. He should work on new fences, bird feeders, fire circles for tomorrow. He should check the house and make sure everything is intact. He should not close his umbrella. He should not lie down like you, and he definitely should not smile as he got drenched. But Rhys did so.

It felt nice. That was a lie. It felt wonderful. The air really felt different in the rain. It smelled different. And the sensation of raindrops became soothing after a while, each drop a little greeting from nature. It was fun, and suddenly Rhys recalled all the projects he pushed to the side in order to work. All the nights he found himself awake, arms aching not from a hard day’s work, but from the lack of creative output. Rhy loved being a carpenter, and he was good at it. Yet, nothing compared to working on something that had no expectations, were Rhys could just be.

Rhys did not know how long you both lay there. No villager passed by. They were all probably at the inn anyway, passing time till the rain stopped. He probably would have joined them after a few urges, but now Rhys realized, that the warmth of the inn could not compare to the warmth of your hand. Infinitesimally less warm than the inn, Rhys still held on tight to your hand as his heart soared with an excitement he had stored away. He would not go home and work after the rain stopped. He would find those projects and, after a long time, he would have fun.

March

March always worked, rain or shine. A blacksmith’s work was always in demand. Even with his brother, the duo always put in long hours, but the pay off was well worth it. Though it was somewhat egotistical of him, March prided in knowing that he and his brother built this village. Thus, over the time, March became immune to the weather. It was just another day.

He was out making deliveries when he spotted you. You were walking, rather slowly, without an umbrella.

“Are you dumb?” March huffed out when he caught up with you, placing the umbrella above both of you. it wasn’t made for two, forcing March to put up with you drawing closer.

“Where’s your umbrella?”

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” you asked back.

March scoffed. Sense of adventure. Please. Just because you went into the mines to discover, didn’t mean March did the same. March went to the mines to collect resources. He did not pick up odd things. He did not talk to statues. He made practical tools and armour out the materials. That was all. There was no adventure to life. There was just the skill one developed when one worked hard.

But you would always ask him this question when he challenged your ways. March knew he should comment on your lifestyle. You never did so for him. But he couldn’t help it. There was something about you that irritated March, and seeing you be so, so, so unlike him yet so beloved fueled that irritation. Years as a Blacksmith trained March for expected results. He knew how to craft complex tools from a series of repeated motions and heat. When you came with your grandiose designs, March immediately rejected them, saying it was impossible. He shook his head when he saw you at the smithing table, failing over and over again. On the odd chance that something actually worked, March only sneered claiming it wouldn’t last long. He never learned if they did.

That’s all he did around everyone. Grumble, complain, ridicule. Even now he complained about having to hold his delivery and balance the umbrella over the two of you. Eventually you rolled your eyes, sighed, and took the umbrella. You both made it to his delivery address when March told you to keep the umbrella.

“If you get sick and die, I won’t have you haunting me because I didn’t give you the umbrella,” he muttered and all but shoved you off on your path.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance before a cold smile crept up your face, sending shivers down March. You walked a few steps with the umbrella, then suddenly flung it behind you and scampered off.

“Oy!” March yelled out to the sound of your laughter. You were moving fast, but he still caught your words in the rain.

“You would make the afterlife interesting for me to hang around?”

March picked up the umbrella and uselessly shook it before placing it above him once more. He made his way home but stopped at the blacksmith table. There was an item, one of your designs. Of no practical purpose and rudimentary. But it lasted. March quickly brought in the item and dried it. Staring at the object he traced the metal as his brain started to plan out ways to improve the object. To make it more attractive for customers, or to offer it as a decorative item detail. He could make hundreds of the improved model, but March would always keep this rudimentary one on his desk. It was a reminder; of that cold smile you always gave him before you set out prove him wrong. The one that sent shivers down March, not because it intimidated him, but because it awoke a slumbering excitement. A competition that had to last a lifetime, because March did not know how to make life an adventure without you.

Caldarus

Caldarus experienced rain for millenniums as a dragon and as a stone. It was different as a stone because though he knew when it rained, he couldn’t experience it as a living creature. It wasn’t until you moved into the acre of forest where his statue lay, that Caldarus was provided the opportunity to experience rain again.

You both developed a habit of sitting together in the rain. It was Caldarus who initiated the activity, concerned at seeing you work in the rain. If the rain was nature’s way to put a pause on life, then why were you working? When you sat beside him the first time, you fidgeted a lot, unused to doing nothing. You began to talk and ask him questions, and though Caldarus enjoyed your conversations, he intentionally slowed his responses to push you into experiencing the moment. It took time, but you changed. You slowed down. Took more breaks. Did nothing. Said nothing, and basked in the comfort only a familiar and age-old company can provide.

Then everything changed and Caldarus experienced rain differently for the third time. Experiencing rain in the human form was quite different. As a dragon, Caldarus paid no heed to the rain. It was more of a bath if anything else. As a stone, it was something he merely sensed through his magic. In both forms, rain allowed Caldarus to watch the world be cleaned. To experience a moment of silence as all sounds fell under the sound of rain. But as a human, the rain altered all his senses. He could hear it, smell it, feel it, even taste it. It was all wonderful and all too much. He now understood why many rushed to shelter, after all, who could endure this onslaught of the senses for longer durations?

In his human form, Caldarus expected rainy days with you to cease. He thought you would prefer time indoors as most humans did. But instead, Caldarus found your sitting on a stone bench, doing nothing.

“Dear one, why are you sitting on the bench? Would you not prefer the warmth of your home?”

You laughed and gave Caldarus a cheeky smile.

“Can’t stand the rain anymore Caldarus? What happened to experiencing nature’s pause?”

Caldarus ducked his head and looked away. The number of times he asked you to sit beside him in the rain, not once it crossed his mind that this act might make you sick. He opened his mouth to apologize for this negligence, when he saw your outstretched hand. Tentatively holding it, Caldarus found himself being pulled towards you. He landed on the stone bench while you sat on the ground beside him. The familiar positions you took when he was stone.

“I want to experience this moment with you, Caldarus”.

He would never tire of hearing you say his name, nor of spending time with you. It was a world you both created, a language you both understood, and a familiarity that long eluded Caldarus. He would forever cherish it.

“Of course, dear one”.

[beardedmrbean]

A Texas pipeline company's lawsuit accusing Greenpeace of defamation, disruptions and attacks during protests against the Dakota Access Pipeline goes to trial in North Dakota on Monday.

The environmental advocacy organisation says the case threatens free speech rights and its very future.

The lawsuit stems from the protests in 2016 and 2017 over the oil pipeline's planned Missouri River crossing, upstream from the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe's reservation. The tribe has long argued that the pipeline threatens its water supply. Of the thousands of people who protested the project, hundreds were arrested.

Energy Transfer and its subsidiary Dakota Access allege trespass, nuisance, defamation and other offences by Netherlands-based Greenpeace International and its American branch, Greenpeace USA. The lawsuit also names the group's funding arm, Greenpeace Fund Inc.

The jury trial in state court in Mandan, North Dakota, is scheduled to last five weeks.

What are the details of the case?

Dallas-based Energy Transfer alleges Greenpeace tried to delay construction of the pipeline, defamed the companies behind it, and coordinated trespassing, vandalism and violence by pipeline protesters.

The company has claimed that protests delayed the pipeline's start and increased costs by at least $300 million (€286.5 million).

The Dakota Access Pipeline was completed and has been transporting oil since June 2017.

Greenpeace International said it shouldn't be named in the lawsuit because it is distinct from the two US-based Greenpeace entities, operates outside the US, and its employees were never in North Dakota or involved with the protests.

Greenpeace USA said the plaintiffs have failed to back up their claims in the years since the protests.

Earlier in February, a judge denied motions by Greenpeace to throw out or limit parts of the case.

What is Greenpeace's position?

Representatives of the environmental organisation founded over 50 years ago said the company just wants to silence oil industry critics.

“This trial is a critical test of the future of the First Amendment, both freedom of speech and peaceful protest, under the Trump administration and beyond,” Greenpeace USA Interim Executive Director Sushma Raman told reporters.

“A bad ruling in this case could put our rights and freedoms in jeopardy for all of us, whether we are journalists, protesters or anyone who wants to engage in public debate.”

Greenpeace USA helped support “nonviolent, direct-action training” on safety and de-escalation at the protests, Senior Legal Adviser Deepa Padmanabha said.

Energy Transfer is arguing that “anyone engaged in a training at a protest should be held responsible for the actions of every person at that protest,” Padmanabha said.

“So it's pretty easy to see how, if successful, this kind of tactic could have a serious chilling effect on anyone who might consider participating in a protest.”

Earlier in February, Greenpeace International filed an anti-intimidation suit in the District Court of Amsterdam against Energy Transfer, saying the company acted wrongfully and should pay costs and damages resulting from its “meritless" litigation.

What does Energy Transfer say?

An Energy Transfer spokesperson said the lawsuit is about Greenpeace not following the law.

“It is not about free speech as they are trying to claim. We support the rights of all Americans to express their opinions and lawfully protest. However, when it is not done in accordance with our laws, we have a legal system to deal with that,” Energy Transfer spokeswoman Vicki Granado said in a statement.

The company filed a similar case in federal court in 2017, which a judge dismissed in 2019. Soon after, Energy Transfer filed the state court lawsuit now headed to trial.

Energy Transfer launched in 1996 with 20 employees and 320 kilometres of natural gas pipelines. Today the 11,000-employee company owns and operates over 200,000 kilometres of pipelines and related facilities.

[sotc]

Yesterday my car got towed after we filed for total loss with our insurance from the hurricane. We were emptying out our vehicle of stuff and realized the car was totally fucking dead, all the electronics did fry from water damage. Just like the claims guy said it would (he warned us to just call it a total loss bc at some point it would die on us). So wild that literally a few days prior it was working, we were driving in it and had no idea how dangerous it was nor the extent of the hidden damages. We had mold already underneath the car seats we didn't see! 😩

Honestly really sad to just see it go. It was a milestone car! First one we bought together, soo many roadtrips, our lil tie to when we had our first adventure living in Colorado since we bought it there, and the first car we paid off. Weh.

Sentimental silliness but it is what it is. Now I'm licherally TRAPPED in my house without any vehicle transportation lmao (I should've had renting a vehicle on my damn insurance policy ugh lol) until insurance shit settles and we can go out and get a new car.

[mariacallous]

On Tuesday morning, five days after Hurricane Helene ripped through Boone, North Carolina, David Marlett was on his way to the campus of Appalachian State University. The managing director of the university’s Brantley Risk & Insurance Center, Marlett was planning to spend the day working with his colleagues to help students and community members understand their insurance policies and file claims in the wake of the storm. He didn’t sound hopeful. “I’m dreading it,” he said. “So many people are just not going to have coverage.”

Helene made landfall southeast of Tallahassee, Florida, last week with winds up to 140 miles per hour, downing trees and bringing record-breaking storm surges to areas along the Gulf Coast before charging up through Georgia. But perhaps its most shocking impacts have been on inland North Carolina, where it first started raining while the storm was still over Mexico. At least 57 people are dead in Buncombe County in the west of the state alone. Communities like Boone received dozens of inches of rainfall despite being hundreds of miles from the coast. Waters rose in main streets, sinkholes and mudslides wreaked havoc, and major roads were blocked, flooded, or degraded by the storm.

Now, there’s a good chance that many homeowners in North Carolina won’t see any payouts from their insurance companies—even if they have policies they thought were comprehensive.

“The property insurance market for homes was already a patchwork system that really doesn’t make a lot of sense,” Marlett says. “Now you’re adding in the last couple of years of economic uncertainty, inflation, climate change, population migration—it’s just an unbelievably bad combination happening all at once.”

For North Carolinians, the issue right now has to do with what, exactly, private insurance is on the hook for when it comes to a storm. An average homeowner policy covers damage from wind, but private homeowners’ insurance plans in the US do not cover flooding. Instead, homeowners in areas at risk of flooding usually purchase plans from the National Flood Insurance Program (NFIP).

The way a hurricane wreaks havoc on a state is a crucial deciding factor for insurers’ wallets. Hurricane Ian, which hit Florida as a category 4 storm with some of the highest wind speeds on record, caused $63 billion in private insurance claims. In contrast, the bulk of the $17 billion in damage caused by 2018’s Hurricane Florence, which tore up the North Carolina coast, was water damage, not wind; as a result, private insurers largely avoided picking up the check for that disaster.

This breakout of flood insurance from home policies dates back to the 1940s, says Donald Hornstein, a law professor at the University of North Carolina and a member of the board of directors of the North Carolina Insurance Underwriting Association. Private insurance companies decided that they did not have enough data to be able to accurately predict flooding and therefore could not insure it. “In some ways, that calculation of 50 years ago is still the calculation insurers make today,” he says.

While the NFIP, which was created in the late 1960s, provides virtually the only backup against flood damage, the program is saddled with debt and has become a political hot potato. (Project 2025, for instance, recommends phasing out the program entirely and replacing it with private options.) Part of the problem with the NFIP is low uptake. Across the country, FEMA statistics show that just 4 percent of homeowners have flood insurance. Some areas hit by Helene in Appalachia, initial statistics show, have less than 2.5 percent of homeowners signed up for the federal program.

“Even in coastal areas, not many people buy that, much less here in the mountains,” Marlett says. “People have never seemed to fully understand that flood is a separate policy.”

Flooding is not unprecedented in the mountains of North Carolina: Hurricane Ivan swept through Appalachia in 2004, and flash floods from rivers are not unheard of. Purchasing flood insurance is mandatory with a government-backed mortgage in some areas of the country, based on flood zones set by FEMA. But the data is based on extremely outdated floodplain maps that have not taken the most recent climate science on record rainfall into account.

“The biggest non-secret in Washington for decades is how hopelessly out of date these flood maps are,” Hornstein says.

Even if water wasn’t the cause of destruction for some homeowners in North Carolina, the storm’s disastrous mudslides—another risk supercharged by climate change—may not be covered either. Many home insurance policies have carve-outs for what are known as “earth movements,” which includes landslides, sinkholes, and earthquakes. In some states, like California, insurers are mandated to offer additional earthquake insurance, and homeowners can purchase private additional policies that cover earth movements. But in a state like North Carolina, where earthquake risk is extremely low, homeowners may not even know that such policies exist.

It’s also been a tough few years for the insurance industry across the country. A New York Times analysis from May showed that homeowners’ insurers lost money in 18 states in 2023—up from eight states in 2013—largely thanks to expensive disasters like hurricanes and wildfires. Payouts are increasingly costing insurers more than they are getting in premiums. Homeowners are seeing their policies jump as a result: According to statistics compiled by insurance comparison shopping site Insurify, the average annual cost of home insurance climbed nearly 20 percent between 2021 and 2023. In Florida, which has the highest insurance costs in the country, the average homeowner paid over $10,000 a year in 2023—more than $8,600 above the national rate.

Florida has made headlines in recent months as ground zero for the climate-change insurance crisis. More than 30 insurance companies have either fully or partially pulled out of Florida over the past few years, including big names like Farmers’ and AAA, after mounting losses from repeated major hurricanes like 2022’s Ian, the most expensive natural disaster in the state’s history. Florida’s insurer of last resort, now saddled with risk from multiple homeowners, has proposed a rate increase of 14 percent, set to go into effect next year.

In comparison, North Carolina’s insurance market looks pretty good. No insurers have exited the state since 2008, while homeowners pay an average of $2,100 per year—high, but avoiding the sky-high rates of states like Florida, California, and Texas.

“What traditionally has happened is that there’s a rate increase every few years of 8 to 9 percent for homeowner’s insurance,” says Hornstein. “That has kept the market stable, especially when it comes to the coast.”

But as natural disasters of all kinds mount, it’s tough to see a way forward for insurance business as usual. The NFIP is undergoing a series of changes to update the way it calculates rates for flood insurance—but it faces political minefields in potentially expanding the number of homeowners mandated to buy policies. What’s more, many homeowners are seeing the prices for their flood insurance rise as the NFIP adjusts its rates for existing floodplains using new climate models.

Many experts agree that the private market needs to reflect in some way the true cost of living in a disaster-prone area: in other words, it should be more expensive for people to move to a city where it’s more likely your house will be wiped off the map by a storm. The cost of climate change does not seem to be a deterrent in Florida, one of the fastest-growing states in the country, where coastal regions like Panama City, Jacksonville, and Port St. Lucie are booming. (Some research suggests that the mere existence of the NFIP shielded policyholders from the true costs of living in flood-prone areas.)

Asheville, at the heart of Buncombe County, was once hailed as a climate haven safe from disasters; the city is now reeling in the wake of Helene. For many homeowners, small business owners, and renters in western North Carolina, the damage from Helene will be life-changing. FEMA payouts may bring, at best, only a fraction of what a home would be worth. Auto insurance generally covers all types of damage, including flooding—a small bright spot of relief, but not enough to offset the loss of a family’s main asset.

“People at the coast, at some point after the nth storm, they start to get the message,” Hornstein says. “But for people in the western part of the state, this is just Armageddon. And you can certainly forgive them for not having before appreciated the fine points of these impenetrable contracts.”

Marlett says that there are models for insurance that are designed to better withstand the challenges of climate change. New Zealand, for instance, offers policies that cover all types of damage that could happen to your house; while these policies are increasingly tailored price-wise to different types of risk, there’s no chance a homeowner would experience a climate disaster not covered by their existing policies. But it’s hard, he says, to see the US system getting the wholesale overhaul it needs, given how long the piecemeal system has been in place.

“I sound so pessimistic,” he said. “I’m normally an optimistic person.”

[ornii]

Omg! I loved mysterious woman! Could you do a part 2 of them bonding and becoming friends?

Funny enough I already had Part 2 Halfway done. #YelenaMyBeloved

Mystery Woman Part 2: Avenge Her

It’s been nearly six months since Yelena invaded your life, and it’s been a bit of a; Rollercoaster. She can’t necessarily cook or clean well. But she keeps herself busy, as far as you know, she’s like a cat really. And sometimes her antics give you a heart attack.

Sitting in your office you typed away a report on more loss of vehicle or property damage due to superheros. You filed the claims and checked your phone and a single message was on it from Yelena:

“You need to come home, Opasnost” it said, you didn’t know much Russian but from dealing with Yelena you knew that meant danger. So you talked to your boss and made quick work home. Your foot tapped in the elevator, worried something happened to her. Yelena seemed very capable of helping herself but you still worried, as the door opened you bolted out. You walked slowly to your door and a mix of emotions was with you. You reluctantly took a stance and reached into your suit coat, holstered inside was a pistol. You didn’t own a handgun before Yelena heavily suggested one. She knew more about guns and hand to hand combat than you expected, so this sha but efficient Walther was her own recommendation.

Gripping the door handle you pressed in, hand firmly on the grip and trigger and other now supporting for a laser sight aim. You began to clear room after room. Standing in the bedroom door you waited, until you pressed in, and it was no one, nothing. You lowered your gun and looked at the fancy water bottle Yelena left. She was here but, what happened?

“(Y/n).”

You grabbed the bottle with efficiency and turned and threw it with all your might. The bottle wizzed by Yelena’s head and she didn’t even flinch, it shattered behind her as she kept her eyes on you. “Hello to you as well.” She smiled, “Shit don’t scare me, I saw your text i thought something bad happened? Are you okay?!” You quickly walked over, grabbing her shoulders you looked her over for any sighs of pain or wounds.

“I’m fine. Please let go of me. You’re creeping me out.” She asked, you stepped back and holstered your gun.

“Why did you say it was danger?”

“That? I misplaced my hot sauce.” She spoke so casually that it pissed you off even more.

“Are you serious?” You yell, but lower your voice as you try to calm down. You ignore her antics and simply slump down on the couch to watch TV, Yelena sat next to you, also slouching.

“Long day?” She asked you, “Yeah.” Was your response, admittedly you did, New York, ever since the invasion of 2012, has been a hub for heroes or villains to appear and cause damage. So you’ve been busy for a while now.

“Do you know how much money we lose due to heroes and villains tearing New York apart? Billions. The government wanted to make a Mandate to force Heroes to work for the government. Would have saved us millions in potential losses of revenue.” You rub your face, picturing money burning in front of you. You could only think of one name:

“The Avengers.” You and Yelena spoke that same term, with the same hate in your voices. You turned to her, “Not a big avengers fan, are you?” You said, Yelena kept her eyes forward as if she was trying to burn a hole in the Television. “Them? No, just one in particular..” she said, obviously you could tell it was a very sore topic.

“You know, it occurs to me that I don’t know much about you Miss Yelena.” You turn to her like a sleuth, smirking.

“I doubt I have anything interesting to tell you.”

“I doubt that you doubt that.” You doubled it up and began to ask. “Where are you from?”

“Ohio.”

“Oh— what?” You said, her response actually catching you off guard.

“Ohio, with my mother, father and sister. Did you expect something like Moscow?” She said accusingly which you immediately began to backpedal.

“No no I didn’t mean for it to sound like that—“ your face immediately lightened up, shen snorted and laughed at you. “So afraid to hurt my feelings. No surprise you live alone.” She said obviously as a joke, but to you it wasn’t, you didn’t always live alone. Your joking attitude faded and you didn’t know it but you looked like a stabbed puppy dog. You turned back to the TV, silent. Yelena noticed your smile went away.

“Come on, you have to admit it’s funny.” She spoke to you so nonchalantly, your silence was her answer and she didn’t like it. She wanted to argue and fuss about it, but you just looked, defeated. Yelena slowly caved in. “Look, I’m sorry if that hurt your feelings, didn’t mean to, so can you please stop pouring and just talk to me?” Yelena sounded actually a bit hurt, it was the first time you’ve seen her sound actually sad. You fold your arms and turn to her.

“Okay, we’re cool.” You said and for a moment you saw a smile on her face, but Yelena immediately gets back to being annoying, she scoots back on the couch and plants her feet on your lap. Using you as an ottoman. She goes back to watching TV as if nothing happened, you inhaled and exhaled to calm yourself and just let it happen. The sun set and you both were like potatoes, unmoved.

“You don’t drink, do you?” She asked.

“Rarely.. are you asking if I have alcohol? I don’t have any—“

“Vodka?” She replied, as if she knew exactly what you were going to say.

“Stereotype, my bad.” You frowned, but you got an idea.

“I do have one.” You said and push her feet off of you and head into the Kitchen, Yelena pops her head up past the back of the couch as she watches you search the cabinet in the deep back and pull something out. A red bottle with a dragon on it. You motioned her over and you slammed the bottle confidently down; Fireball Whisky.

“This, is fireball whiskey. Canadian, Cinnamon, Atomic Heat.”

“This looks like child’s play.” Yelena walked over, and you take two shot glasses. “The cinnamon mixes with the whisky to give your chest a burn that you’ll never forget, unless you’re chicken.”

“I am not A Chicken.” Yelena retorts, you smugly look over her. “I don’t know.. thin beak, beady eyes, you might start growing out feathers—“

“Piss off.”

“I will, If you’ll drink it.” You twist open the bottle and the aroma of cinnamon and heat fills your lungs. You pour two shots and offer Yelena one. “You know Ohio’s signature Drink was a Bloody Mary. So I have to see if you guys are really that confident about it.” You sway the glass, she rolls her eyes.

“You’re being childish.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m older than you but… In chicken age you’re pretty old.”

“That’s it.” Yelena snatches the shot and downs it, she looked fine for a moment but coughed as the cinnamon hits her nose, which was pretty amusing to you. “So you’re not a chicken.” You take your own shot, the mix of whiskey and cinnamon hits your throat as the heat sets in. You, just like Yelena cough as you feel the heat on your chest, which Yelena in turn found amusing.

“Alright, this is pretty funny.” She smiled, Shot after shot, laugh after laugh you spent most of the night searing the inside of your throat or laughing with Yelena about your family. But somehow you ended up on the fire escape, side to side sitting down as your legs dangle. Instead of shot glasses it’s just the bottle you both pass.

“It’s so.. pretty. The snow.” Yelena though a slight slur said.

“Yeah, it snows here.. sometimes I guess, did it snow in Ohio?” You asked, your vision a bit of a blur. You couldn’t see very well but you could still firmly make out Yelena’s face, and her face went from amazement to resentment.

“No.. but, it did it Russia.. a lot, a lot after..” she shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.” She took a big swig of the fireball. You saw that it was weighing heavy on her, whatever it was. “Hey..” you put your hand on her shoulder. “If it’s important to you.. it- it matters to me.” You said, trying to sound somewhat nice about it.

“Okay.. I’ll tell you, but I want to know something. I.. when I said about someone else living here, who else did?” She asked you, that wasn’t a question you expected, you took the bottle from her and took a big drink of it.

“My Sister, before I worked in the Law firm there was a sub shop of 105th, we worked there together. I had a big break in my law practice and went to Maine for a week, I asked her to come with me but she couldn’t, said she didn’t want to slow me down.. so, I told her I’d be back… a day Later, those things from space invaded.. it took me a week to find her body. And the Avengers? Just went to eat food.” You explained all of it, Yelena saw the ever increasing rage and anger that you had built up. Tears were in your eyes, “Heroes” they called them, “what a Fuckin joke.” You said, you turned to Yelena who wasn’t expecting that.

“I.. I’m sorry.” She slurred out, “I didn’t know—“

“It’s cool, you asked, my turn.. why are you really here?” You said, Yelena took back the bottle and shotgunned the rest, she tossed the bottle and it flew father than most men could have thrown it. “I’m here.. to Kill an avenger.”

You were actually speechless, you kind of had a smart mouth and didn’t actually have a response to that, until you shook the verbal punch you just took. “Wait, you mean Kill an actual Avenger?” You said, she looked at you with absolute hate in her eyes.

“Absolutely.”

“But, why?” You pleaded, while you obviously have your gripes about heroes, killing them just seems, evil.”

“Because they both took our sisters away from us.. Barton.” Yelena hissed, drunk and angry you felt a mass of rage build up. Her fist clenched.

“My Sister was an avenger, and he killed her, and everyone calls him a Hero.. kakaya chertova shutka (what a fucking joke)” Yelena was mostly calm, had dry humor and overall pretty cool, but the one topic that truly brought out the worst in her, her sister. You reached out to try and touch her shoulder, but you stopped. It’s probably not the best time, you let her grieve and vent, it was mostly cursing Barton in Russian, you listened for an hour, until you felt a pressure on your shoulder. Yelena in a drunk state leaned against your shoulder, sleeping. You wanted to move but, it seemed like you were the only person she could lean on at the moment, she needs it.. and frankly

So did you.

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Cardinal Cupich: USAID freeze ‘Could actually cause death’

U.S. President Trump’s executive order halting congressionally appropriated foreign assistance effectively shut down the work of the U.S. Agency for International Development. The archbishop of Chicago reflects on this decision and on how it will jeopardize essential service for hundreds of millions of people.

By Cardinal Blase J. Cupich

Over the course of just a few weeks, the new administration suddenly halted foreign aid for 90 days, making dramatic cuts in funding and staff at the U.S. Agency for International Development. This has thrown the network of charities that administer our global humanitarian aid, including those funded by Catholics, into chaos. There is a human cost to acting so precipitously, which is partly why on Feb. 13, a federal judge ordered the administration to restore funding, given the “likelihood of a successful claim that the Executive’s actions violate the Constitution and statutes of the United States.”

While a government has the right and duty to ensure taxpayer funds are spent wisely, freezing that aid, even before any such review, adds to the suffering of people who are starving, homeless and threatened by disease. While the government announced that lifesaving aid work would be exempt, these exemptions are not being effectively implemented. A crippled USAID is not making timely payments for past and current work in these life-saving programs, perhaps causing permanent damage to the ability of humanitarian aid groups to save lives.

This is one of the reasons the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops filed suit against the administration on Feb. 18. “The conference suddenly finds itself unable to sustain its work to care for the thousands of refugees who were welcomed into our country and assigned to the care of the USCCB by the government after being granted legal status,” explained USCCB President Archbishop Timothy Broglio. The USCCB, which “spends more on refugee resettlement each year than it receives in funding from the federal government,” according to the lawsuit, is still waiting for reimbursements from the government totaling about $13 million for expenses prior to Jan. 24.

The decision to abruptly slash USAID funding brought swift responses from the international community, including the Holy See:

“Stopping USAID will jeopardize essential services for hundreds of millions of people, undermine decades of progress in humanitarian and development assistance, destabilize regions that rely on this critical support, and condemn millions to dehumanizing poverty or even death,” according to a statement from Caritas Internationalis, a confederation of 162 Catholic relief agencies, which operate in more than 200 nations and territories.

The effect of these funding cuts has been staggering for both small and larger charities, such as Catholic Relief Services (CRS), the foreign-aid program of the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops, founded in 1943.

Carolyn Woo, who ran CRS from 2012 to 2016, and once served as dean of the Mendoza College of Business at the University of Notre Dame, offers a chilling assessment: “The freeze [on foreign aid],” she told Our Sunday Visitor, “where it affects programs like this, really puts people’s health, livelihood on the line, and it could actually cause death.”

That’s because every year, CRS provides aid to about 210 million people across 120 nations — and, as Woo writes in a Feb. 7 piece in America, more than half of its budget has come from USAID contracts. Cut a charity’s budget in half, and you halve the amount of help it can provide.

What sort of help does CRS offer? Back to Woo: “USAID grants enable CRS to undertake emergency assistance and long-term transformational development. The work covers and integrates multiple areas for human flourishing: food, health, livelihoods, agriculture, education, water and sanitation, child development, access to capital and peace-building.”

This complex work is not simply a handout, but a hand-up. Woo recalls the story of Ernesto, a farmer who found himself destitute after years of costs outstripping returns on crop sales. With the help of CRS, the farmer learned to farm a new crop sustainably, and with that first return, he was able to set himself on the path to financial stability. Soon he began teaching other farmers these methods and even saved enough to send his children to college. This program was funded by a grant from USAID.

Some claim that hobbling USAID was necessary because it is “wasteful.” Woo addresses that, too, explaining that over the past three decades, global poverty has dropped from one-third of the population to one-tenth, made possible by international development aid. What’s more, Woo notes, “both maternal and infant-child mortality rates have dropped by 50 percent.” For anyone who prioritizes life issues, it’s hard to imagine a better return on an investment, considering that USAID counts for less than 1% of the federal budget.

But the humanitarian crisis occasioned by these unsparing cuts is also a crisis of trust — trust in the United States of America, in its ability to keep its word and honor its promises. Such a loss of trust could have dire consequences.

This was immediately highlighted by Cardinal Christoph Schönborn, archbishop emeritus of Vienna. In a recent column referring to the cancellation of contracts, the cardinal writes, “What is currently happening in the United States is dangerous.”

“Contracts govern large parts of our lives,” the cardinal continues. “The rule of law thrives on the fact that treaties apply.” When agreements are broken, “the powerful dictate their will, no matter what is contractually agreed.”

 “Loyalty and faith, trust and security, and above all the weaker, poorer, and defenseless are falling by the wayside,” Cardinal Schönborn goes on, asking a simple but searing question: “Do we want that?”

The “we” of it matters. For any nation, foreign aid is an expression of strategic wisdom. A world with less human suffering is by definition a safer world. A world in which nations keep their agreements is one in which development has a better chance of success. The path to improving the human condition leads not inward, but rather out from ourselves, from our enclaves and nations, toward lasting international partnership and the authentic flourishing of the human family.

Finally, foreign humanitarian aid is also, more deeply, an expression of a nation’s values. American values still include caring for the less fortunate, standing up for the oppressed and building long-term peace through solidarity. The United States expressed American values when it helped Europe rebuild after the devastation of World War II — this is our legacy as a nation, and it is one we must never abandon.

 As Christians, we follow the Lord’s call to love our neighbor as ourselves, even when it’s hard. But there is a less spiritual calculus to consider: namely, that weakening the social safety net at home or abroad will eventually affect us all, as none of us is invulnerable to disease or misfortune, no matter how blessed with health or wealth. America would be wise not to overreach the extent of her power in a connected world. After all, we never know when we’ll need the help of a Good Samaritan.

This article was reprinted with permission from Chicago Catholic, the English language newspaper of the Archdiocese of Chicago.

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How do personal injury attorneys handle amusement ride malfunction claims?

When you visit an amusement park, you expect to have fun—not to deal with an injury caused by a malfunctioning ride. However, accidents can happen, and knowing how to handle the aftermath is important. If you or someone you know has been injured due to a malfunctioning ride, a personal injury attorney can guide you through the legal process.

Understanding Amusement Ride Malfunctions

Amusement rides are designed to be safe, but like any machinery, they can fail. Malfunctions can result from poor maintenance, design flaws, or operator error. Whether it’s a roller coaster, Ferris wheel, or water slide, these failures can lead to serious injuries. Personal injury attorneys are skilled in investigating these incidents and identifying who is responsible for the malfunction.

What Should You Do After an Amusement Ride Accident?

Your health and safety should always come first. Once you’ve received medical attention, take these steps to help build a strong case:

Document the Incident: Take photos of the ride, your injuries, and any visible issues.

Get Witness Information: If anyone saw the accident, gather their contact details. Witness statements can support your claim.

Report the Accident: Notify park management and file an official report. Be sure to keep a copy for your records.

Keep Medical Records: Retain all documentation related to your treatment to demonstrate the extent of your injuries.

These steps provide essential evidence that can strengthen your case and help your attorney seek compensation for medical bills, lost wages, and other damages.

How Personal Injury Attorneys Investigate Ride Malfunctions

Once you engage a personal injury attorney, they will thoroughly investigate the incident. This includes:

Reviewing Maintenance Records: Identifying whether the ride was properly inspected or maintained.

Examining the Ride’s History: Investigating previous incidents involving the ride to identify patterns of failure.

Consulting Experts: Working with engineers and safety specialists to determine the cause of the malfunction.

Determining Liability: Establishing whether the amusement park, manufacturer, or maintenance provider is responsible.

This process ensures that all relevant details are uncovered to build a strong case on your behalf.

Proving Negligence in Amusement Ride Cases

To win a personal injury case, your attorney must prove negligence by showing that the responsible party failed to uphold safety standards. This might include:

Evidence of improper maintenance.

Documentation of design flaws.

Proof of operator error or inadequate training.

Attorneys use evidence, expert testimony, and records to demonstrate that negligence directly caused your injuries, paving the way for compensation.

Navigating Insurance Companies

Insurance companies often aim to minimize payouts. Personal injury attorneys can manage communications, handle negotiations, and protect your claim from being undervalued. If a fair settlement cannot be reached, they will be prepared to take the case to trial.

Settling vs. Going to Trial

Many amusement ride injury claims are settled out of court. This is often quicker and less stressful. However, your attorney will be prepared to go to trial if a settlement does not fairly cover your damages. They’ll guide you through this process to ensure the best outcome for your situation.

When to Contact a Personal Injury Attorney

Handling a claim involving an amusement ride malfunction is complex due to multiple liable parties and varying state laws. A personal injury attorney has the expertise to navigate these challenges, allowing you to focus on your recovery while they work to secure fair compensation.

If you or someone you love has been injured in an amusement ride malfunction, don’t navigate the complexities of a claim alone. Contact an Omaha personal injury attorney today to discuss your case and protect your rights.

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Arslan Senki Chapter 128 (Part 2)

What a top choice, contrasting Arslan, the ruler Pars needs, being unable to draw the sword that would prove his right to rule, with Hilmes, who is choosing to brute force a coronation ceremony in order to give his position legitimacy.

While Arslan freely admits that his bloodline gives him no claim, Hilmes is still trying to maintain the lie that he is the son of Osroes. Ugh, watching him falter over this line during the ceremony was hard. He is far from at his best here, but I still have sympathy for him despite all that he's done.

However he needs to BE NICER TO ZANDEH, DAMN IT.

Things in Ecbatana... are not good. We get an overview: dry wells, Andragoras's growing army outside, closed gates, dwindling food, friction between citizens and soldiers, all combined to insinuate that it's only a matter of time before Hilmes's control of the city is overturned.

And a coronation won't fix this, (and nor will a crown patch up the emotional damage that was inflicted on him by Andragoras's big reveal) but what else can Hilmes do right now?

Ashamed to say I laughed at this. His face...

Man, Zandeh really is trying his best in this chapter. He and his men were the ones who went scrounging up golden coins to melt down in order for Hilmes to actually have a crown to wear after Guiscard stole the real one, but Hilmes isn't in the mood to appreciate his efforts.

(That little guy is with him in this scene, looking nervous of Hilmes's reaction! Feels like Zandeh also knows Hilmes isn't going to love what they've done, but as he says, it's the best they can do for now.)

The fact that Zandeh adores Hilmes and can't wait to see him crowned yet is willing to tell it to him straight: calling Sam away from defending the underground waterways to attend to coronation ceremony is a bad move.

Fucking ouch. At least he didn't tell Zandeh to go and watch the passageways himself!

'The ceremony was a miserable, spare, and unsatisfying one' 🙃

Starting out strong.

My boy is so happy!

When Hilmes starts talking about 'King Osroes's legitimate heir', things start to go to shit. He falters, Sam and Zandeh can see something is wrong (and while Zandeh is puzzled, you know Sam knows) and then after failing to get the words out twice Hilmes rips the cloth off his scar and fucking commits to that lie.

I wanted a mask-free coronation for Hilmes but NOT LIKE THIS 😭

Sacrificing Innocentis to the gods isn't going to make that lie any truer, but Hilmes is just grasping at anything that will give him even a whisper of security right now.

Zandeh is very into it, lmao. I love him but am unsurprised to see his rough treatment of Innocentis. If I recall correctly he was excited about the idea of killing him before.

Filing this away under 'things that should not be hot'. (Also noting that he removed his armour for the ceremony 👀 and that he's abandoned the idea of burning Innocentis alive in favour of a different method.)

Also... how blind can you be, Hilmes? "Thus will I show what happens to those of other lands whose ambitions threaten the peace of Pars!"? Pars is your own country, and you facilitated that. Pars would likely still be at peace if not for you and your ambitions.

Anyway, Innocentis, who is likely delirious with fever from his wound, asks for sugar water, which enrages Hilmes so much he's about to strike him with his sword, when who should burst in (no doubt through those poorly-defended waterways, sigh) than Team Arslan?

(The coronation ceremony is taking place 10 days after Team Arslan set out for Mount Demavant. Chapter 126 says they 'rode East along the Continental Highway for several days' until they encountered Don Ricardo, so it seems a little more time has passed between the events of the first part of the chapter and those of the second).

This fills me with fear because no way will Hilmes withdraw.

Anyway, there's a panel of Team Arslan entering the room where you can't see what weapon Arslan is holding. Rukhnabad, you there?

[chimaerakirin]

SOULSEKAI

It's the end of the world as they know it, and Shigaraki Tomura feels fine. February 26, 6 AM. This is not what he was planning to do today, but he can work with it. Frankly, this might be even better. This is not at all what Midoriya Izuku was planning to do today, and it's a disaster. He's going to miss the UA Entrance Exam! Where are his shoes, and who's this voice in his head calling him Ninth?

Rated M for violence (Soulslike-appropriate) and Language (also Soulslike-appropriate). Later chapters may go up to E, because I will not allow Tomura to be maidenless.

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The Scribe

Looting is slightly more difficult when most of the mobs are still smoldering and the door they're keeled over next to is actively on fire, but a combination of dirt flung from a shovel found in the stables and buckets of water from the well put it out well enough, then both buckets and shovel go into their inventories. The former after being refilled, when Tomura discovers [Bucket of Water] is a valid singular item, which makes Midoriya wonder out loud about trying to stash a cubic meter of dirt. Well, at least the kid knows Minecraft. Loot from the mobs turns out to be close to two dozen more bone darts, a six-pack of proper throwing knives, four consumable [Repair Kits], a few [Styptic Salves] that treat Bleed, another pack of crossbow bolts (again on an enemy that didn't have a crossbow), four more Lightstones, a set of [Loaded Dice], a set of honest dice, and a deck of cards with weird suits.

Looting Ivar, on the other hand, yields the full [Reaver Baron Set] of armor, a [Captain's Longsword] with a Wind Slice Glyph (five Force damage and forty Slash damage at a cost of thirteen FP), and [Reaving Claws], which don't have a Glyph slot but deal 100 Slash and have a specifically stated bonus to causing Bleed. Of course, they have to return to the Cairn first, because it turns out that a 'Skymarked's' body disappears as soon as their Mote of Life is claimed, and they have to go through the menu to get the gear out.

"Like extracting a zipped file," Tomura mutters.

"…Did you just verbally say 'lol' as a word?" Midoriya wonders. "…No, I would not prefer 'lulz.' Anyway, what are we going to do with the sword? I don't know how to use one."

"Hold it in inventory until we find a merchant," Tomura says. "Anyway, here's the Stele option."

"R-right." Midoriya holds out his hand. "[Forebearer's Aid]…"

A bit of the Cairn's light streams off at the command, bleaching silver and swirling up to form a spectral figure that starts out borderline featureless, but then gets more and more distinct. Maybe Tomura's age, shoulder length straight hair in a wispy sort of sheepdog cut, delicate features and a slim build, and a shirt remarkably similar in cut to Tomura's favorite style if a lot baggier, and similarly slightly-too-short pants, although his footwear seems to come up far enough to hide it. One arm is outstretched, his fingertips meeting Izuku's in a touching-the-mirror pose. Then the very Dark Souls Phantom-looking figure fills in further, the shirt and hair staying white, but the pants turning dark green, the boots going black and gray, and the skin going basement-dwelling-human pale. The eyes are, for some reason, the exact same shade of white-pupiled green as the kid's, and fixed on the point where their fingers are touching.

"…Yoichi?" Midoriya whispers.

The new guy withdraws his hand, looks at it, then pokes Izuku a few times in the cheek. Then he grabs both freckled cheeks and squishes and pulls until Izuku smacks at his wrist. Finally, he grins in manic triumph. The expression looks weirdly familiar, actually.

"I LIIIIIIIVE! Haha, holy crap it's been ages, hey I wonder if I can eat like this, I'd even take one of those awful can-meshi we swiped from the JSDF. Wait, do I still have my allergies?"

"Yeah, that's Yoichi," Midoriya confirms, glancing at Tomura and rubbing his cheeks. Then he double takes. "Wait, you used to steal from the JSDF?"

"The JSDF had anything worth stealing?" Tomura wonders. "These days they've got like… eight Type 10s and a few crates of Type 20s."

"Wait, really?" Yoichi asks.

"It's not that bad!" protests Midoriya.

"Well, no, but no one gives a shit about them anymore. Their budget is whatever the Diet finds in its couch cushions and only when the fucking HPSC President doesn't want a drink from the vending machines, so not only do they not get new stuff, they can't maintain the old stuff either. Supposedly you can just walk in, hand over a case of beer, and walk out with a rifle depending on who's on duty that day, but you might get one with the firing pin rusted out so you're better off going to the Korean smugglers." Tomura snorts. That was an interesting lecture from Giran. The man usually won't say whether it's raining unless he's paid, but give him some bourbon and he'll complain about the market for hours. "These days, you wouldn't need to steal those can-meshi, but they might be older than Quirks."

"The ones we stole were about that old back then anyway," Yoichi deadpans. "I'm not sure we were really screwing those soldiers over to begin with, but that was never the point. Anyway, hi, nice to meet you. I'm Shigaraki Yoichi, and I've been preparing to get isekai'd since I was sixteen."

"That's five years max," Tomura points out, squinting at him. "If you're more than a year older than me I'll be amazed."

"Actually I was somewhere in my forties when I died. I think. I'm not actually sure how long I spent in that vault. How long has it been since the Glowing Baby?"

Vault? Wait, this guy died? Didn't Midoriya say he was a Quirk?

"A… a hundred and sixty seven years?" Midoriya answers. "At least, that's the current consensus. They found a surviving active server three years ago but with bit rot the digital forensics analysts still haven't confirmed if it actually ran the whole time. If it did, it might only be a hundred and sixty-five years."

Yoichi blanches. "Wait, really? But it's only been about a hundred years total from— Ohhh. Oh damn. Now I get it. Nii-san you son of a— Aargh!" He clamps his mouth shut and inhales through his nose. "…Okay, rant about that later. Leveling up now."

Tomura, who was this close to tuning out the chatter, perks up. "You know how to do that? The Cairn doesn't have an option for that."

"Did you look at all the options already?" Yoichi asks, eyebrow raised.

"The one between Map and Cache is completely hidden."

"And you didn't use…" Yoichi taps the stone and looks at something in midair. Tomura can't see it, but from the way Midoriya's eyes track, he probably can. "Set Sanctuary?"

"Couldn't guess what it does. A Stele is obviously an Effigy of the Martyr, considering you just got summoned using one."

"Then pass me that sword just in case and let's find out!" Yoichi holds out his hand expectantly.

Tomura pulls it out of his inventory. "…Do you know how to use it?"

"Of course! I told you I prepared for this. The Society for Creative Anachronism was invaluable, even if my brother never let me join it."

"I have so many doubts right now…" Tomura grumbles, but hands the sword over anyway.

Yoichi hefts it a few times, then draws it, gives it two slow practice swings, and blinks. "Huh. I'm actually way stronger than when I was alive before… Okay! [Set Sanctuary]!"

Light explodes out from in between the Cairn's stones in a circle, stopping at a radius of roughly ten meters then starting to drip upward along a curve like water rolling off an umbrella in reverse, until it rejoins the main pillar. Immediately, the bare sword in Yoichi's hand and the mace at Midoriya's belt are circled with chains of faint blue-gold runes, and when Tomura draws his knife, he sees the same thing on the blade.

"Huh. It's a literal sanctuary," Yoichi observes, trying the edge of the sword on his finger and not getting so much as a papercut going by his reaction. "PvP, PvE, and maybe terminal dumbassery seem to be blocked. I bet if you somehow managed to take down all of your own health through sheer clumsiness or with cast-from-HP spells, you'd automatically respawn."

Tomura snickers. "Like using Chikage in the Hunter's Dream."

"Exactly." Yoichi sheathes the sword and holds it loosely at his side. "So! Can you see that blocked out thing in your menu now?"

Tomura turns to the Cairn's interface and examines it. The black glass appearance of the window is now trimmed in the same blue-with-gold-sparks as the Motes icon in his basic HUD, and the white of the text periodically sparks gold. There, between [Map] and [Cache], is [Appeal To Empyreal Scribe], and he reports as much to Yoichi.

"I-I don't have that," Midoriya says worriedly. "I can't read what it says, it's, it looks like the same symbols as on the weapons."

"Your Personal Skill summons the voice in your head and now this, you're weird. All right, I'm gonna use it." Tomura taps the [Appeal] option.

The Cairn's light changes again. It's like summoning Yoichi all over again, but instead of white, the light is the same Tron blue as every fucking other thing seems to be around here. This time, the figure that appears is closer to Midoriya's height, and unlike Yoichi, the colors appear before the solidity, from the bottom up. Pale leather sandals on otherwise bare feet, a shin-length vest-styled tabard in midnight blue with laced sides and five buckles up the front, a knee-length white dress with a gold-embroidered hem and elbow-length bell sleeves, sky-blue undersleeves that cover the back of the hand, and a short hooded mantle in blue-trimmed white. Clutched in both hands is a short staff made of what looks like blue crystal and white marble, if marble swirled like Kurogiri's mist, with a gold starburst just under the bottom hand.

Then there's the face, and Tomura just kind of. Stares. Because. Holy shit. Not-quite-black hair that might be purple or blue but definitely isn't in between hangs around a face with pale, vaguely iridescent skin, full lavender lips, and eyes such an inhumanly vivid shade of blue it would be wrong to say they glow. Instead, the color seems more like it would just ignore the darkness, and look just as bright in cave-black shadow as they do here and now.

"Well met, Skymarked. I am Danelys, Empyreal Scribe of the Third Rank, and if it pleases thee, I shall attend thee on thy journey."

And Tomura keeps staring. He's vaguely aware his mouth is dry, and that the brat and his summon are still there, but mostly he's hyper-aware that his skin is a wreck, his hair isn't much better, and that he has literally never once talked to an actual girl, especially in person.

Yoichi elbows him in the side. The side that got shredded by claws, and thus automatically twinges with remembered pain even though he checked earlier and it's completely healed. With a jolt, he realizes that she's staring at him too, but in her case it's expectation and some kind of confusion. "Uh, hi-i," he wheezes, voice cracking like he's fucking fourteen again fucking hell can he reload this cutscene and try again? "I'm— khff, Shigaraki Tomura, and… it… does?"

"Then the pact is made," she responds. "I shall— I do beg thy pardon, but thy garb, it is… not of these lands, is it?"

Shit, when was the last time this particular pair of pants went through the laundry? "Is that a problem?"

"Not at all. Only, with thy name… does that mean thou art…" She looks around before leaning in slightly and whispering, "an otherworlder?"

He blinks. "Uh… Yeah?"

She lights up like Christmas. "Ooh, I knew it! This is wonderful, I did so hope I would get one of you! Many of my sisters are quite put out, but they do little to convince me they simply don't want to be bothered. They call the Worlds Beyond nonsensical, not having the Records of Sky, but I think it runs marvelously well for not having any gods to manage things. Oh, but you needn't worry. I am quite happy to explain any queries you may have, although I must admit I may have many of my own."

He blinks again. Her dialect just shifted forward at least a century or two, or at least that's what it sounds like through whatever automatic translation is happening. She's still not speaking Japanese, any more than Ivar or his thugs were. "Right. First question, I guess… You're the level-up girl, right? You take my Motes and use them to make me stronger?"

She nods cheerfully. "You've gathered as much already? You must be one of the 'game-boys'—" She pauses and frowns. "Wait, that's not the right word."

"Gamer?" Midoriya offers.

"Yes, gamer boys!" She points at the kid, but keeps her attention on Tomura. "Ellethyl said her new Skymarked is one, and Doraline's as well, and you all seem to be doing the best thus far."

"Wait, how many otherworlders are there here right now?" Yoichi cuts in. "And how long have they been here?"

"A shocking number, really. The Scribes have been very busy this morning, as you all seem to have arrived not quite three hours ago. But I am uncertain precisely how many of you there are. Many have yet to appeal, so there isn't a proper final count among the Scribes. Some of my sisters have gotten two at once, though. That's quite rare, you know, even if two new Skymarked appear at the same time and appeal at the same Cairn, the Record Keeper almost never assigns the same Scribe to them."

Tomura blinks. "How many Skymarked does a Scribe get?"

"Oh, that depends on their rank. Thirds like myself only have one at a time. Seconds might have two or three. But most First Ranks also only have a single one, the most successful of them."

"The ones that make it to endgame." He wonders if there's an NG+ available. "Wait, so you're only my Scribe? Not the kid's?" He points to Midoriya.

"Yours alone," she confirms. Then she gives Izuku a once-over. "You've not appealed yet?"

Midoriya turns bright red and stammers for several seconds before choking out, "I-I don't know if I c-can? I um, I can't read that line on the, on the Cairn window. I-it's in the s-same text as this… stuff." He gestures to his mace.

For the first time, she looks taken aback. "…You wot? Let me see."

The kid pulls a scrap of paper and a bit of charcoal out of his inventory and scribbles something down, glancing up at the air every few strokes, then holds out the paper for her to read. "This."

"What? That makes no sense whatsoever. Who did you summon?"

"Um, him?" Midoriya points at Yoichi. "It, it's my Personal Skill? It's called [Forebearer's Aid], if that helps…"

Danelys examines him, then whirls to stare at Yoichi. "Forebearer's? You're certain?"

"Yes?"

"Are you able to view his Skymark Records?" she presses.

"If you mean his stats, skills, and gear, yeah?" Yoichi answers.

"That shouldn't be possible. I've no idea what… I need to speak to the Record Keeper." She turns to Tomura and bows. "I beg thy pardon, my Skymarked, but may I have leave to see to thy Pact-mate's status before I see to thy Motes?"

Tomura takes a second to parse through that, then nods. "Yeah, sure. He's supposed to be my party healer and he's already behind me in level, so if he's glitched or something it affects me too."

"My gratitude. I shall return forthwith." She vanishes, far more abruptly than she arrived.

There's a moment of silence, then Yoichi breaks it. "Top-tier waifu, dude. You even rolled an RL-otaku. GG, but F in the chat for that intro."

Tomura gives the man his best Villain Glare, then turns to Midoriya. "Do you mind if I kill him? Just to see how resummoning works." Normally he wouldn't bother asking, but not pissing off your only healer is just common sense.

"P-please don't," Midoriya begs nervously. "Yoichi, don't t-tease him about that! I've never talked to a girl before so I'd have done worse!"

"Hey, F means sympathy and support! It's not like I ever talked to a girl either!"

All three stop and stare at each other. "We're, uh… kinda sad, aren't we?" Midoriya ventures.

"Bit, yeah. But!" Yoichi raises a finger, smiling brightly. "That's the glory of getting isekai'd! New world, new start! Best chance to reinvent yourself! And if it's one of the ones where there's a way back after you slay the Demon Lord, you've got all that confidence to help you with getting back to your old life."

"Just how badly did you want to get isekai'd?" Tomura wonders.

Yoichi droops. "Oh, so much, you have no idea. Like, seriously. You?"

Tomura has to take a minute to think about that. Then another. Yeah, he hates Heroes. Yeah, he blames All Might. Yeah, he enjoys destroying things. A world without the former two where he can indulge in the latter sounds great. On the other hand, not being the one to kill All Might is… Huh. That's… kinda weird. The idea doesn't outrage him like he would have expected. Sure, he doesn't want to disappoint Sensei, and Sensei wants him to kill All Might, and it's not like either of them are short on things All Might needs to pay for, but… is that it? Does he just. Not care? As long as All Might gets punished?

And All Might will be punished eventually. Even if it's just by time. Sensei said he's getting weaker, and Tomura knows he's getting older, he has to be at least fifty and whatever his bullshit Quirk is it can't be immortality too. Sooner or later, he'll have to quit, and Tomura bets he won't realize it until he just… fails. Completely. Publicly. He'll fail to save someone when it matters the most, and everyone will realize he's not a god, and whether they turn on him or not, he'll stop smiling.

So Tomura doesn't really have to do anything at all to make it happen. And if he doesn't have to do it himself, and doesn't mind not doing it himself, then. Well. It really is just for Sensei. Who he owes everything to, don't get him wrong. Everything. Even if Sensei didn't intend to make him his successor. Which, he's not stupid. He's not well-versed in normal social expectations, but he knows how generous Sensei has been to him. He knows that anyone on the street would tell him he's got massive obligations because of it. And he is grateful, really. But this…

By now, he's sitting on the ground with his back against the Cairn, staring blankly at the sky. "I dunno. I always thought it'd be kinda cool, but I have shit to do back in Japan. Important shit. So I was mostly happy just getting to play video games whenever I wasn't busy."

"What kind of important things?" Izuku asks. "I-if you don't mind telling us, that is."

"Family shit," he answers, after a moment to consider. "I'm an orphan. My adoptive dad's business hasn't been the easiest on his health, so I—"

Before he can finish, the Cairn pulses with Danelys' return. She looks around, then spots Tomura and bows to him. "My apologies for the delay, my Skymarked. I do hope I was not away too long."

He waves. "Nah, that was only a few minutes. What'd you find?"

She straightens up, then turns to Midoriya. "Midoriya Izuku, thou art found to be Marked not only be Sky, but also by the duty of thy bloodline. To that end, thy Forebearer is bound to guide thee, taking precedence over the House of Scribes, wherever that purpose may take thee."

Midoriya blinks at her. "…Huh?"

"She means the Scribes can't help you because you have some kind of family business that your ancestor called dibs for," Tomura translates. He speaks fluent Quest. "And since Grandmaster Geek here's got the exact same eyes as you and he said he's been dead for a hundred years, and he's the one you summoned, that makes him your… I dunno, great grandpa or something."

"Uncle," Yoichi corrects absently. "Never had kids, remember? Wouldn't have thought my brother ever would either, but you do kinda look like him when we were younger, now that I think about it. His hair would probably do that if he ever let it get long enough."

"Wait, you said your brother got punched flat by—"

"Atatata, let's not talk about that right now," the man interrupts with a finger on Midoriya's mouth. He looks at Danelys. "So am I still dead or what?"

"Er, no. I do not think so. But nor are you alive, truly. You are tied to your Ward, your strength is tied to his when you are summoned to this form, which may be done at any Sky Cairn or Cloud Stele, within a distance of two rods of the latter."

"How far is a rod?" Midoriya asks.

Danelys gestures to the light dome around them. "The Cairn's Sanctuary field is four rods wide. You are not bound to stay within the influence of the Stele, but you may not stray far from your Ward, and you must be within the influence of a Cairn to assign Motes of Sky. If you haven't any understanding of how to manipulate Motes, I am to instruct you."

"Can you teach me magic, too?" asks Yoichi. "We have an [Empyreal Acolyte's Breviary] but we haven't figured out how to use it."

Danelys opens her mouth, then stops and looks at Tomura questioningly. When he nods, she tilts her head in thought. "As to you, I cannot say. Only gods and godlings, those of Empyreal, Draconic, or Gigantic blood, can touch the Records directly. The Skymarked have conduits, their Motes of Life, through which the knowledge can be granted. You are neither Skymarked nor god, which would by rights mean you must learn as the mortals do, but Forebearers aren't mortals either…"

"Well can you teach Izuku then?"

"Under any other circumstances, it would be forbidden outright," she admits. "Scribes may not interfere with any Skymarked not their own. But since the Record Keeper told me to deal for myself with the limitations you encounter as a non-Scribe, they are Divine Prayers, and my Skymarked has already given me leave to assist his Pact-mate… I can grant him the knowledge to use the Prayers in this breviary, and only these Prayers. Any further tomes or scrolls, be they Prayer or Thaumaturgy, will have to be taken to a Skymarked instructor as is the standard practice."

"Would you be able to teach me Thaumaturgies?" Tomura asks.

"…That is… not necessarily forbidden. But we are intended to only provide assistance in learning Divine Prayers, which is to say that which calls on the Empyreals. Thaumaturgies are mortal magic. It isn't forbidden because no one would think to do it, put simply."

"No one but an otherworlder, you mean." He smirks. "That's the nice thing about being new around here. Anyway, if stats work like we think they do, I can't use Prayers anyway. Six DVN. But my INT and FOC are good, so I'm leaning toward a Nightblade type build."

She blinks. "Six Devotion? That is low. Very low, I should say. To become Skymarked, one must have at minimum five points in each Attribute. To have less is to be unable to withstand the Mote of Life, or in some cases, make use of it."

"Do you have to have a Mote of Life to have attributes?" Midoriya asks.

"Yes, but also no." She sits down on one of the flat rocks littering the area and lays her staff across her knees. "The attributes of one's body, mind, and heart become the Attributes of one's Mote, but not the reverse, at least not in total. To use Devotion as an example, it is quite literal. It is the measure of how much one believes in and adheres to the gods… or a particular ideal, though I am not supposed to encourage that. The Divine, Chthonic, and Primeval are the only sources of godly power officially acknowledged, any other belief that may fuel a Prayer is considered Heretical."

Tomura snickers.

"What's so funny?" Yoichi asks.

"Nothing. Just, Hero fanboyism is heresy. Hey, is there any punishment for heresy?"

"Not as such, no. I know not what Heroes you're speaking of—" and up goes Tomura's approval of her, "but those powers which are actively discouraged are the sort that inflict their own punishments. But regarding Attributes, below five Devotion, one actively rejects the idea of higher powers. As that includes the Records themselves, such a person cannot accept a Mark."

Tomura wonders again why his DVN is so low. She did just say it doesn't matter if what you believe in is a god or not. But he shelves the idea for now, because Yoichi is asking about starting stats.

"How do you get high starting Endurance?"

"Physical persistence, primarily. It's most commonly found at a high value in hunters who spend days on end tracking prey, or ascetics who spend an inordinate amount of time on surpassing their limits." She looks sad for a moment. "But it is sometimes the mark of a scapegoat or outcast. Pain is something to be endured, after all."

Midoriya raises a hand to rub his shoulder, looking away, and Yoichi looks… eerily similar to Sensei for a split second, before the anger disappears from his face.

"Wait, so, you can train attributes by using them?" Tomura asks, shoving his attention away from that fairly disturbing sight.

"Well, yes, of course. A Skymark hardly inhibits personal change. I should say that it is distinctly easier at lower levels than higher ones, however. Skymarked Attributes surpass mortal limits quite thoroughly."

"So diminishing returns on the grind, got it."

"And overtraining physically leads to Endurance, not Strength or Dexterity," Yoichi adds. "How do you train mental stats or Fortune?"

"Focus is, like Devotion, literal," Danelys explains. "The two are best trained in conjunction, by keeping your thoughts centered on your prayers or the contemplation of your ideals for extended periods, or with Intelligence. The latter is not entirely literal, it is more a measure of your curiosity and will to comprehend what you're driven to learn, although your ability to comprehend is still measured. What you choose to study makes little difference, simply that you do. And to gain Focus with either, one need only deny distraction in the process."

"So meditation and study. Right."

"Fortune, meanwhile, is more… abstract, to a degree. It is your perception, your ability to read the path of events from cause to effect, and your ability to step into the most desirable of those paths. It is best trained by practicing divination and games of chance or skill. It is commonly possessed by treasure hunters, but also by archers who practice long-distance shooting."

Yoichi nods. "Right, a sniper has to be able to read the wind and do trigonometry in their head. And an arrow is even more affected by that than a bullet. Lower velocity, higher surface area. Sounds like reading cause and effect to me. Not sure about the gambling through."

"Probability," Tomura answers. "Counting cards. Reading how the pachinko ball falls. Maybe reading people and their bluffs. And not sure about divination but… Where's Waldo kind of shit, to practice finding the needle in the haystack."

Danelys beams. "Yes, exactly!"

"All right, good. Then let's get started on our Motes. I've got…" Tomura looks at his counter. "Three thousand, eight hundred, and sixty, plus the boss Mote."

"I have two thousand one hundred," Midoriya says nervously.

Tomura extracts the Mote from his inventory and holds it up. An apple-sized prism like a ten-sided die, it looks more like a hologram than a crystal, and has no texture whatsoever. "How many Motes are in this?"

Danelys slides off her rock and reaches out to touch it with the butt end of her staff, making the whole thing glow. "Two thousand." She looks at Tomura, then at Yoichi. "What level is your Ward?"

"Six."

"Then he will need all he has and a small bit more to reach my Skymarked's level." She turns back to Tomura. "With what you have claimed, not including the Mote of Life, you may reach Level 13, then you will have three hundred and thirty Motes of Sky remaining."

Tomura weighs that for a minute. With the boss's Mote, he can probably hit 14, if not 15. But that'll leave Midoriya under 10… "Here, catch."

Yoichi snatches up the Mote when Midoriya fumbles it. "Thanks."

Tomura waves him off. "She might need to teach you how to use that anyway." He turns back to Danelys. "One attribute point per level, right? Give me two points in VIT and one in DEX."

Danelys bows, then drops to his eye level on one knee in front of him. Very close in front of him. "Thy will be done, my Skymarked. I grant thee the power within the Motes of Sky, and let the Record reflect thy choices." She leans in close and—

Tomura bluescreens.

[dollsonmain]

Ok, so all at once (though not really, it's more that That Guy has neglected these things forever and made it impossible for me to take care of them), we have:

bathroom floor is rotting

AC is broken

driveway has sunken and there's a literal hole in it

very leaky window which he filed an insurance claim for and will be repaired whenever, but he probably should have just paid for the repair without filing a claim because it's under $2k and now his premiums are going to go up

the ceiling fan doesn't work

deck is literally rotting

gutters are clogged

garage roof has water damage

lots of small wasps inside recently

ants in the walls

all four outdoor lights on the front of the house need replaced

basement wall is leaking but he can pretend it's not because there are boxes in the way

fridge is rattling

And then add to that I have a "new" job that's wrecking me (it's gotten better after she stopped having me go into the cooler to schlep drinks around) and taking up both my physical and mental time because I'm stuck in a brain loop of frustrations with how the place is run.

Today I have work and then groceries and then after groceries I can barely move so I won't get anything else done. I have no idea how much I work this week so can't really plan anything. It's also going to be very hot this week so I won't be getting outside much.

[lastimeexteriors-nebraska]

What Should I Do if a Storm Damages My Asphalt Roof?

When a storm rolls through, it can bring heavy rain, strong winds, and even hail that can take a toll on your home’s roof. If you suspect your asphalt roof has been damaged, acting quickly is important. The good news is that you don’t have to navigate this situation alone. In this guide, we’ll walk you through the steps to take if your asphalt roof has sustained damage, ensuring you know how to protect your home and make informed decisions.

Assess the Damage

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Signs of Damage to Look For

Missing Shingles: One of the most common signs of storm damage is missing shingles. If your roof is missing several shingles, it can lead to leaks and further issues.

Curling or Buckling Shingles: Shingles that are curling or buckling may indicate that they are nearing the end of their lifespan or have been compromised by wind damage.

Granule Loss: Check your gutters for an accumulation of granules from the shingles. This may indicate that your shingles are worn down and must be replaced.

Water Stains Inside: If you notice water stains or discoloration on your ceilings or walls, it may indicate a leak due to roof damage.

Document Everything

Once you’ve assessed the damage, it’s essential to document everything. Take clear photographs of the damaged areas from different angles and make notes about what you’ve observed. This documentation will be helpful when you file an insurance claim or need to discuss repairs with an asphalt roofing contractor.

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Contact an Asphalt Roofing Contractor

Once you’ve assessed the damage and reviewed your insurance policy, it’s time to contact a professional. Hiring an experienced asphalt roofing contractor ensures that repairs or replacements are done correctly. Look for a contractor with a solid reputation, years of experience, and positive reviews from previous clients.

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License and Insurance: Verify that the contractor holds the necessary permits and insurance. This protects you in case accidents occur during the repair process.

References: Ask for references or check online reviews. This will give you insight into the contractor’s reliability and quality of work.

Get a Detailed Estimate

After you’ve chosen a contractor, they will typically provide you with a detailed estimate. This should cover all aspects of the repair or replacement process, including labor, materials, and timelines. Make sure you fully understand the forecast before proceeding. Don’t hesitate to ask the contractor for clarification if you have questions or concerns.

Be Prepared for Temporary Repairs

If the damage to your roof is significant, you may need to make temporary repairs to prevent further issues while you wait for the contractor to start the work. This could involve placing tarps over exposed areas or securing loose shingles. Your contractor can advise you on the best temporary solutions.

Schedule Repairs or Replacement

Once you’ve agreed on the scope of work with your asphalt roofing contractor, it’s time to schedule the repairs or replacement. Depending on the extent of the damage and the contractor’s schedule, this could take anywhere from a few days to a few weeks. During this time, keep an eye on your roof and continue to monitor for any leaks or water stains indoors.

Maintenance Tips for Your Asphalt Roof

After your roof has been repaired or replaced, it’s important to maintain it to prolong its lifespan. Here are some maintenance tips:

Regular Inspections: Schedule regular roof inspections, especially after severe weather events. Early detection of issues can save you time and money.

Keep Gutters Clean: Ensure your gutters are clean and debris-free to prevent water from backing up and damaging your roof.

Trim Overhanging Branches: If you have trees near your home, trim branches over the roof to prevent damage during storms.

Consider Upgrading Your Roof

If your asphalt roof has sustained significant damage or is nearing the end of its lifespan, consider upgrading to a more durable roofing material. While asphalt shingles are cost-effective and versatile, options like metal or tile roofs can offer greater longevity and resistance to harsh weather conditions.

An Energy-Efficient Option

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The Importance of Professional Help

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Conclusion

Storm damage to your asphalt roof can be stressful, but knowing what steps to take can help you navigate the situation more smoothly. From assessing and documenting the damage to contacting a qualified asphalt roofing contractor, taking the right actions can save you time and money. Don’t forget to consider maintenance and upgrades to protect your home for years.

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[wakeupfreanz]

VCHA's KG v.s. JYPe Predictions

It's been a little second since I've written something large. Let's do it. I can also show off some improved skills, follow me here.

So, to get things straight, KG is filing a lawsuit to terminate her contract with JYPe. We haven't heard any updates related to defamation, counter-suing, or anything else.

KG's front very intelligently was respectful in reference to JYP and the company themselves, citing the issue moreso to be with the industry and it's conditions.

But, in her lawsuit, the evidence and claims stated point toward a wide array of mistreatment ALL around.

Let's see what's up.

What is the likelihood of KG winning the case and being released from the contract?: Judgement, very likely. It seems like they might find her evidence strong enough, along with the presentation to allow it to go through.

Did JYPe want to keep her in the group?: KoC, likely yes. It seems like they know it'd be difficult, but there is a strange sentiment that there could be water under the bridge if they were able to retain her. But it'd be VERY likely they would sit her out for a while.

What would it be like if they retained her?: KoW, Devil 10oC, 7oP.

It seems like whoever is in a relationship/entertaining one with someone would end up being exposed. I feel as if the kind of treatment they were receiving would have been revealed anyway. I feel also that their public image would have gone through a loooot of controversy for a while, just because of the energy and misfortune that surrounded them during this period of time. Oddly, the unintentional silence might be for the better, allowing for some rearranging.

Is any other girl in the group planning to terminate their contract before it ends?: AoS, likely yes. But I'm going to tell you, this might not happen because there is part of her who feels like she should even be grateful for the opportunity. She is likely to "suck it up" instead.

Will VCHA's Kaylee return to the group?: PoS, likely yes. But I will tell you that it will not impact her health positively. They're having a lot of discussions about this right now. We might find that Kaylee sustains more damage to her condition that could lead to another hiatus.

How does the group feel about KG?: 3oS, 2oS, 9oS, World, KnoC.

It seems like they aren't allowed to speak with her currently/have contact with her. Or its heavily advised against for the moment. Some are scared for her, hope for the best, and there could be one girl who feels like her true reason for leaving is bogus. Like she is leaving because she couldn't handle the pressure instead of everything else she said? Yikes.

How do they feel about her lawsuit?: 6oC, 5oC, 9oP, WOF.

It seems like they felt like it was only a matter of time before someone officially left the group in general. But they may not have been the most surprised that it was KG, but might not have anticipated the reaction to be this strong? It seems like there are some who may miss her and are sad to hear she is going, but hope in the end that it will work out how it's supposed too. I don't sense too many strong feelings in one way or the other.

Was there anyone in the group who didn't like KG/have a good relationship with her?: 5oW, likely not. Seems like everyone was on decent terms even up to this point.

When can we expect VCHA's comeback to occur?: Lovers rev, KnoS.

It seems like they aren't sure when they want to release this, like at all. But look out for air seasons, especially Gemini. But it might have been postponed from there. So maybe look toward Libra instead.

[beardedmrbean]

Bad Dragon is suing SinSaint over copyright infringement of their dildo designs. What I want to know is, can you copyright the shape of a dog's dick? Because if you can, you shouldn't be able to.

I did knot need to hear about this one.

one more pun

TSG is gonna be one of the more reputable sources for this one

MARCH 25--A manufacturer of “fantasy-themed sex toys” has accused an upstart Brooklyn, New York firm of knocking off its distinctive designs, according to a federal lawsuit alleging that the defendant has infringed on copyrights for dildos such as “Spritz the Seadragon” and “Tyson the Water Buffalo.”

In a March 20 complaint filed in U.S. District Court in Arizona, Bad Dragon Enterprises contended that its “sculptural” products have been illegally copied by SinSaint, which is headquartered in a Coney Island warehouse and advertises that all its “Ethically Manufactured” toys are “made in Brooklyn, USA.”

Bad Dragon, which noted that it has had “significant commercial success” in the adult toy field, alleged that SinSaint has been selling the duplicative dildos through its website and other trade channels, including the recent AVN Adult Entertainment Expo in Las Vegas (where the new firm’s exhibitor booth was next to that of the all-nude Palomino strip club).

The lawsuit identifies 13 separate dildos that Bad Dragon claims have been copied (and renamed) by SinSaint, which was incorporated in New York last year. The colorful silicone toys feature scales, tentacles, suction cups, and other design elements meant to mimic the genitalia of dragons, sea creatures, and other fantastical characters.

Some of the Bad Dragon products that SinSaint is accused of swiping are “Kelvin the Ice Dragon,” “Stan the T. Rex,” and “Vergil the Drippy Dragon.” SinSaint has not been accused of pirating other Bad Dragon offerings like “Jason the Demogorgon” or “Cuttlefish of Cthulhu.”

According to the lawsuit, SinSaint’s counsel last month stated that the company had begun removing “some of the allegedly infringing listings for product redesign.” This response, Bad Dragon contended, was “unacceptable,” adding that it “continues to be harmed by Defendant’s ongoing, unlawful conduct.”

The Bad Dragon complaint seeks an order enjoining SinSaint from continuing any further alleged

copyright infringement and seeks “disgorgement of all of Defendant’s profits” related to the artificial penises. The company may also seek statutory damages of up to $150,000 for each of the dildos in question.

For more than a decade, Bad Dragon has sought trademark and copyright protection for various product lines. While often successful, the firm’s application to trademark its “Cum Tube” was abandoned after a government attorney rejected the ejaculating dildo because the “applied-for mark consists of or includes immoral or scandalous matter.” The application included a very NSFW image, which can be found on the U. S. Patent and Trademark Office website.

According to an August 2023 trademark application, SinSaint’s owner is Oleg Semenenko, 50, a resident of Brooklyn’s gated Seagate community. Semenenko lives less than a mile from SinSaint’s warehouse, which shares an address with GlobMarble, an industrial molds business for which Semenenko is listed as “manager” in a separate trademark application filed this month.

In a brief interview today, Semenenko was asked how a dildo firm grew out of his original business. “We work with rubber,” he replied. Semenenko dismissed Bad Dragon’s claim that its products were unique and original: “How can octopus hand can be your idea?” (4 pages) ____________________________________________

Hope the judge that did the recent trump case gets this one, even though I know that's basically impossible, just the thought of making him listen to hours of testimony about how these rubber fantasy dildos are protected by copyright or trademark law, or something like that is funny to me.

It's not a revenge thing wanting it, just a keep him humble thing. I know you think you're hot shit now, so here listen to these arguments for a bit.

Totally different note, I'm wondering how long until the discourse starts up, or if it has already started up, where using horse dildos is either bestiality or a gateway to bestiality because what with the way people treat cartoons of fictional people I can't imagine it's far off or not already here.

Look to japan for the tentacle ones.........

[thoughtfulalpacastudent]

What to Expect During the Water Damage Restoration Process with RestoPros

Introduction

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Each source presents unique challenges and requires tailored approaches for effective restoration.

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Excerpt from this story from CBS News:

The Supreme Court on Monday said it will not consider whether to quash lawsuits brought by Honolulu seeking billions of dollars from oil and gas companies for the damage caused by the effects of climate change, clearing the way for the cases to move forward.

The legal battle pursued in Hawaii state court is similar to others filed against the nation's largest energy companies by state and local governments in their courts. The suits claim that the oil and gas industry engaged in a deceptive campaign and misled the public about the dangers of their fossil fuel products and the environmental impacts.

A group of 15 energy companies asked the Supreme Court to review a decision from the Hawaii Supreme Court that allowed a lawsuit brought by the city and county of Honolulu, as well as its Board of Water Supply, to proceed. The suit was brought in Hawaii state court in March 2020, and Honolulu raised several claims under state law, including creating a public nuisance and failure to warn the public of the risks posed by their fossil fuel products. 

The city accused the oil and gas industry of contributing to global climate change, leading to flooding, erosion and more frequent and intense extreme weather events. These changes, they said, have led to property damage and a drop in tax revenue as a result of less tourism.

The energy companies unsuccessfully sought to have the case moved to federal court, arguing that the claims raised by Honolulu under state law were overridden by federal law and the Clean Air Act. A state trial court denied their efforts to dismiss the case.

The oil and gas industry has argued that greenhouse-gas emissions "flow from billions of daily choices, over more than a century, by governments, companies and individuals about what types of fuels to use, and how to use them." Honolulu, the companies said, was seeking damages for the "cumulative effect of worldwide emissions leading to global climate change."

The Hawaii Supreme Court ultimately allowed the lawsuit to proceed. The state's highest court determined that the Clean Air Act displaced federal common law governing suits seeking damages for interstate pollution. It also rejected the oil companies' argument that Honolulu was seeking to regulate emissions through its lawsuit, finding that the city instead wanted to challenge the promotion and sale of fossil fuel products "without warning and abetted by a sophisticated disinformation campaign."

"Plaintiffs' state tort law claims do not seek to regulate emissions, and there is thus no 'actual conflict' between Hawaii tort law and the [Clean Air Act]," the Hawaii Supreme Court ruled. "These claims potentially regulate marketing conduct while the CAA regulates pollution."