#Lab Technician Question Paper

[thepowerofknowledge]

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[waytooinvested]

Forgotten, Not Forgiven - Chapter 26

This and previous chapters are also on AO3

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Lena was perhaps unreasonably proud of the small cup of lime jello she had managed to get her hands on, and bore it back to Kara with the air of a conquering hero bringing home the holy grail.

In her defence, it had been a mission to find. At L-Corp all she would have to do would be to buzz the request through to Jess, and within 15 minutes she would have had half a dozen different brands and flavours on her desk to choose from, but here at the DEO she had to do it the hard way. It turned out that surprisingly few of the very serious field agents, scientists and tech geniuses that worked at this particular top secret government organisation brought jello to work with them for lunch, and even fewer still had it untouched at 2.30pm. In fact, this applied to exactly one person in the entire building, as far as Lena had been able to ascertain: Ms Ewa Jagoda, alien toxicology specialist, jello enthusiast, and Lena’s official new favourite DEO lab technician.

She had intended to present the jello with a dramatised retelling of her misadventurous quest, both to keep up her own distraction and to make Kara laugh, but in the time she had been gone it seemed visiting hour had opened up. On one side of the bed J’onn was talking to Kara with a paternal expression that mingled stern and concerned in equal measure, while beside him Kelly gently combed the last traces of dried blood and street dust from her hair. Across from them Nia and Brainy were good naturedly bickering over the ideal placement and wording for a leg cast signature, passing a marker back and forth between them without stopping their debate long enough to actually write anything down. It was such a familiar scene, all of them talking over each other and cracking jokes, that it took a moment for Lena to work out what was wrong with it. Then it hit her: Nia, Brainy, J’onn, Kelly, Kara, but no Alex.

She was here, in the room, but rather than being gathered in by the bedside she was standing off to one side, leaning up against the wall with Kara’s chart in her hand. She had washed the tear tracks from her face at some point since they’d talked, but it did nothing to disguise the lingering redness around her eyes or the ragged scabbiness of a lower lip chewed to the point of bleeding one too many times. She was ostensibly making medical notes, but the fact that her gaze remained fixed on one point and she never actually put pen to paper suggested otherwise. Alex was clearly not okay.

Lena glanced briefly over at Kara, the part of her heart that always tugged in that direction urging her to move towards the bedside, to claim a place beside her, take hold of her hand and never let it go. Today of all days with her fear and shock still roiling just below the surface the instinct was difficult to ignore, but Lena managed to hold back. Kara was in the midst of a game of tic tac toe with Kelly on her otherwise still unsigned cast, and seemed happy with the company of her friends. She didn’t need Lena right now, and after a second or two more of silent internal wrestling, she made her way over to the elder Danvers sister instead.

‘Hey. All okay?’ she murmured, keeping her voice low enough not to draw anyone else’s attention to the question.

‘Huh?’

Alex stopped tapping the end of her pen against her teeth and looked at Lena distractedly, blinking slowly back from whatever thoughts had been absorbing her.

‘Oh, yeah, it’s all fine. She’s doing as well as we could reasonably hope for at this stage without you-know-whats, and there’s no internal damage to speak of. She should make a full recovery.’

‘That’s great news, but I actually meant you… no offence Alex, but you look awful.’

Alex snorted.

‘Thanks a lot Luthor. Do you actually know what no offence means?’

For once Lena hadn’t actually been trying to be provoking, but Alex had clearly taken the comment as part of their usual banter and huffed back at her, giving her a little poke in the ribs with the chewed end of her pen as if the comment had been a dire insult. Lena briefly considered apologising, but it was good to see the vague, distant expression transformed into Alex’s comfortably familiar trademark Luthor v. Danvers snark-battle scowl.

If she had been talking to Kara, or Jess, or even Sam, Lena probably would have gentled her approach at this point even so. She was concerned for her friend, and wanted to take care of her as best she could in their current circumstances. But she suspected that despite her protestations Alex, like Lena herself, would not want to be coddled right now. Breaking down in a roomful of people (even people you loved) was humiliating, and there was nothing that could bring down walls so effectively as someone being sweet to you when you were trying to be strong. So Lena wasn’t sweet. She folded her arms and met Alex’s glower with an unyielding look of her own.

‘Well, I’m not wrong.’

Alex narrowed her eyes, preparing to argue, but then apparently decided she didn't have the energy for it. She hugged the chart to her chest like it might somehow shield her, and let the scowl drop.

‘Yeah.’

‘Do you want to talk about it?’

‘There’s nothing to talk about, really. It just- it feels different this time, you know? I’ve been here so many times before it should just feel like another day at the office, but it never does, and somehow this one’s worse than usual. For all the… incidents… we’ve had, they’re almost always in the midst of world ending fights where a certain amount damage is expected, and most times the injured party is back to normal within a few hours. But this- it’s not meant to be like this. I know we’ll find a way to fix it eventually, but what if-’

Alex broke off, unable to say more with the risk of being overheard so acute, but Lena didn’t need to hear the rest of the sentence to know what came next. Alex was scared that Kara would hurt herself again before they found a cure to return her invulnerability, and that next time this happened she wouldn’t be so lucky. Lena was scared of that too.

‘I know.’

They stood together in silent solidarity for a few moments, then Alex nudged her again.

‘I was going to return the compliment and point out in great detail all the ways you look awful, but you actually don’t. You look… weirdly unruffled. Like, unnaturally so. And as much as that makes me want to rough you up a little to even things out, I’m guessing this is just that thing you do, and at some point it’s going to break and become a full on freak out?’

Lena could have denied it, insisted that she really was totally fine: another day, another near death experience for herself or a loved one; but at some point in their re-aquaintenceship and without her noticing it happening, things had shifted so far with Alex that bluffing would have been pointless. She knew her too well for that now. Besides, after their afternoon of breaking things together there was an element of camaraderie to their shared turmoil, and Lena found she didn’t even want to lie about it. So she shrugged.

‘That’s the plan, yes. It’s on my to do list for when I leave here, actually.’

‘On your- y’know, if anyone but you or Brainy said that I’d assume they were speaking figuratively, but-’

Lena pulled out her phone and navigated quickly into her personal calendar, smirking as she held it out to show Alex the 15 minute block labelled ‘Feel Things’ she had entered for this evening. It wasn’t serious, obviously. She might be a Luthor, but even she couldn’t plan her emotional breakdowns quite so precisely. It was more like a promise to herself, and a reminder that while she needed to keep a handle on herself right now, maybe putting everything into a box and never looking at it again wasn’t how she wanted to deal with things anymore, and at some point that meant she was going to have to feel it (later though. Much later. And alone). It had also been a whim that she had only indulged in order to kill a few extra seconds while she waited for the elevator to carry her and her newly acquired jello back to this level, and one she probably would have deleted in embarrassment given another hour or so. Now though, as Alex choked on her laughter at the sight of it, she was glad she hadn’t.

‘You actually did. Jeez Luthor, the inside of your brain must be really-’

‘Lena, hey!’

Up until now they had been conversing barely above a whisper, but at the bright peel of Alex’s laughter Kara had looked up from her game and at last realised Lena was back in the room. Her bruised face lit up with a lob-sided, swollen lipped grin that could equally have been for Lena or the vibrantly green dessert she was holding. It was painfully endearing, and like a moth to a flame Lena took an automatic step towards it, then paused and turned back to Alex.

‘Hey… if you want to get drunk about this later, I have a $2000 dollar bottle of scotch with our names on it. Just say the word.’

Alex blinked at her – she was usually the one to reach out to make plans, while Lena was the one being coaxed into them, it had never happened this way round before. She smiled, a quieter version of Kara’s surround sound beam, and a little of her weariness seemed to fall away.

‘Yeah, okay... I’ll text you.’

‘Do.’

Then Lena gave in to Kara’s magnetic pull and made her way swiftly to the bedside, jello cup held out in front of her like an offering.

‘I can’t believe you actually found this for me! I realised after you were gone that the pain meds were maybe making me a bit loopy and there was no way you could actually get jello without trekking a mile out to the nearest grocery store. But you did! You are officially the best.’

Kara balanced the pot on the edge of her cast, freeing her good hand long enough to give Lena’s a grateful squeeze, their fingers curling together so naturally that the idea of letting go seemed impossible. But then Brainy held out the spoon that he had apparently (inexplicably, since no one had told him Lena was off looking for jello) thought to bring with him into the room, and the moment passed.

It would have been ridiculous to feel a little pang of loss as Kara withdrew her warm fingers from hers, so Lena didn’t. She looked round at everyone else and used her empty hand to wave at them all instead, as if that was why it had been held out in the first place.

‘Hi.’

J’onn and Brainy responded with smiles, nods and murmured greetings, and Kelly pulled Lena into a quick hug. She was just relaxing into it when Nia followed up her friendly ‘hey’ with ‘aren’t you meant to be out of town until tomorrow though? Did you cancel your big press thing?’ and Lena stiffened.

As one everyone in the room turned to look at her, Kelly’s arm going slack around her tense shoulders and Kara freezing with a heaped spoonful of jello quivering just outside her open mouth. The question was clearly well intentioned, but Lena still wished Nia hadn’t asked it. It made it hard to keep ignoring the twisting in her insides that was determinedly trying to remind her just what a big deal this might have been for L-Corp.

‘I didn’t cancel. They didn’t need me for the product demo anyway, and I had someone step in to give my speech. It’s all taken care of... But if anyone asks, I’m currently recovering from an emergency appendectomy.’

She forced a chuckle, trying to break the tension and make it a joke, but it fell flat, and Kara dropped her over-laden spoon back into its pot with a soft, dismayed splat.

‘You told them you had appendicitis? I’m so sorry you had to do that for me when I’m not even badly hurt, and it was all my own stupid fault. I feel awful.’

‘Oh no, Kara, this one was all me.’ Alex finally abandoned her post by the wall to reassure her sister, stepping in to stand beside Brainy and casting guilty glances between Kara (bruised and now slightly jello spattered but very much alive and more or less well) and Lena (still dressed in her presentation outfit and probably wearing a fixed grimace of discomfort from all the attention, though apparently not enough of one to divert it).

‘Lena, I’m the one that asked you to come back without thinking about what else you were in the middle of. I’m sorry for putting you in a difficult position when we didn’t even know how bad it was yet.’

Lena frowned. ‘If you hadn’t told me I would be plotting where to bury your murdered body right now, as I’m sure you would me if our positions had been reversed. It was my choice to drop everything and I’m glad I did, so please, don’t worry about it.’

She meant what she said, but it didn’t diminish the unease that still writhed in her belly at the reminder of just how abruptly she had abandoned the press conference. She wondered how Jess had gotten on without her, and whether Raj and Amanda had managed the product demo as smoothly as they had in previous events. Had there been questions they couldn’t answer? Had anyone pressed the issue of Lena’s sudden non-attendance? She hadn’t talked to many people ahead of the event, but enough of the staff had seen her looking not at all like someone about to collapse with a ruptured appendix that it was possible her story was going to be interrogated.

Still, there was nothing she could do about any of that right now. She needed to focus on Kara for the moment, and when she got home later she would start on damage control. She’d call Jess to check she was alright after being thrown to the metaphorical wolves. She’d make sure her bonus was processed right away, and maybe order a muffin basket or something as an extra thank you. Then she would go through the conference footage and draft something for the press to smooth over anything that needed smoothing. Whatever had happened, Lena could deal with it. And even if the whole thing had been the worst PR disaster imaginable, she was still glad she had made the decision she had. If Kara had been more badly hurt, if she had died without her while Lena was off talking to the press, she would never have been able to forgive herself.

She did her best to focus back in on the conversation the others were having, which had thankfully moved on from Lena to the best flavour of jello (black cherry, or else anything with a bit of zing to balance out the sweetness. Strawberry was also acceptable, but Brainy’s assertion that it was berry blue was preposterous, and frankly objectionable), and what exactly it was about it that made it so satisfying to eat (the jiggles, obviously).

After twenty minutes or so Alex said that Kara was looking tired, and as her doctor she thought they’d better all leave her to rest now, so one by one the others hugged her (carefully), told her how glad they were that she was alright, then filed out the room. Lena reluctantly made to do the same, but Kara held on when she moved to straighten from the hug.

‘Stay with me a little while longer? I’m not too tired for you.’

She shuffled over on her mattress as best she could, patting the space beside her invitingly.

‘I should probably at least sit on the chair, I don’t want to hurt you.’

‘You won’t hurt me. Besides, being in pain makes me kind of needy, and I want to be held… if you’d be okay with that?’

Lena felt her lower lip tremble slightly with the request. There was nothing in the world she wanted right now as much as she wanted to hold Kara, but it wasn’t going to make keeping her feelings in under control any easier…

But maybe it didn’t matter.

Maybe she didn’t care anymore.

Screw her carefully scheduled slot to feel things only once she was safely alone. Kara had nearly died today, and they both needed this too much to deny it.

Lena kicked off her stilettos, taking a beat to savour the sudden reduction of pain as her feet dropped back into their natural position and her toes wriggled gratefully against the cold linoleum. The small concession to comfort felt so good that after a moment’s consideration she followed it up by shrugging out of her blazer, untucking her shirt and loosening her tight chignon before finally easing herself into the space Kara had made for her, moving slowly to avoid jostling any injured parts. As soon as Lena’s arm was in place around her shoulders Kara relaxed into the embrace, a long, quiet breath escaping her lips in a sigh that could have been pain or relief or simple exhaustion.

‘Thank you. I know you probably have other places to be right now, but I’m really grateful for you staying here with me like this.’

Lena pulled her in a little closer, the physical contact making her feel suddenly, absurdly protective, as if she could somehow retroactively keep Kara from getting hurt just by holding her close enough.

‘Forget other places to be, I don’t want to let you out of my sight. Look what happened last time.’

‘Well, I don’t think I’m very likely to get in much trouble from here.’

‘I wouldn’t put it past you after what happened today. What if you decide hospital bed stair surfing would be a good idea next?’

It was meant to be a joke, but the tone came out all wrong and it didn’t feel like one to Lena. At this point she wasn’t sure she could put anything past this version of Kara who seemed to have all of Supergirl’s recklessness and none of her invincibility, and the thought made her simultaneously sick with worry and hot with anger that Kara could treat her life so casually. It was one thing when she was saving the world, but this risk had been so pointless.

Kara however either missed or willfully ignored her tone, taking what she’d said at face value and grinning the mischievous grin that would usually make Lena melt, playing along as if their situation was perfectly normal.

‘Now there’s an idea. I bet if you took a run up and pushed I could get up enough speed to make it all the way down without rolling.’

‘KARA!’

Lena’s voice cracked, and Kara’s smile faded as she finally noticed the tears glimmering on her lashes.

‘Hey… Lena, I’m just kidding.’

She knew that, of course. Downplaying and making light of traumatic events was Kara’s default coping mechanism, and she hadn’t even really been the one to start it this time… But still, it tore at the walls Lena was maintaining around her feelings and grated at her frayed nerves. The anger she had been trying so hard to tell herself wasn’t there stirred again, hot and desperate insider her, and she snapped:

‘Don’t. Not about this.’

She met Kara’s eyes as the expression in them finally began to lose its playful twinkle, but it wasn’t enough. She needed her to feel it, and Lena poured every ounce of sincerity she dared to express into her next words.

‘Kara... I’m furious with you for jumping off that roof. You understand that, right? I’m too relieved and you’re too hurt for me to yell at you about it, but I also can’t listen to you joke like it’s nothing. If you died it would break me. And if you died because of something so stupid-’

‘I won’t.’

Kara’s interruption forestalled the rest of Lena’s admonishment, but she wasn’t quite ready to leave it at that. She needed to hear her say it properly.

‘You won’t what?’

‘I won’t joke anymore. You’re right, it’s not fair on you. I can’t even imagine how I’d feel if it was the other way round, if it was you who had-’

Kara broke off with what probably would have been a shudder if not for her sore muscles, and nudged in a little closer against Lena’s side.

‘I promise I won’t do anything like this again. I really am sorry for what happened, I swear I never meant to cause all this trouble.’

‘So... why did you do it? I know you’ve been enjoying climbing and paragliding and the rest, but you must have known how reckless this was. What got into you Kara?’

‘I’ve been asking myself that ever since I woke up here, and the answer is… I honestly don’t know. Looking back I can see that it was a stupid thing to do, but it didn’t feel reckless to me at the time. I can’t explain it in a way that makes any sense, but when I was doing it, it just felt like I couldn’t fall. Like gravity wasn’t even an issue for me, and the air would catch me and carry me where I needed to go. Up on that rooftop I felt so close to- I don’t know, something. It was like if I just went on a little bit longer, jumped a little bit further, everything would click, and I wouldn’t need to keep chasing that feeling anymore… Urgh, that sounds so crazy. Maybe I am crazy.’

Lena softened at once.

‘Oh darling, of course you’re not.’

Actually, the explanation made far too much sense, and she couldn’t even really blame Kara for it (well alright, she could. Kara was still an adult supposedly capable of rational decision making who had jumped off a damned roof. But maybe it wasn’t just her fault). After all, Lena was the one that had poked a hole in her mental barrier without understanding how it worked and let just enough of Supergirl leak out to make Kara feel like she could fly without any of the actual accompanying powers to back it up. She was also the one that had made Kara promise to wait until they’d researched proper abseiling techniques, then failed to follow through and help her find a safe outlet when it was obviously something she badly needed. And she was the one who still, after months working on the problem, hadn’t found a way to bring back Kara’s memories and physical invulnerability to make sure something like this couldn’t happen to her in the first place.

Kara must be so confused...

‘It was probably just the adrenaline high, you got carried away. I’m sure you’re not the first person to experience that, and you won’t be the last. And as long as that was your last, I won’t keep going on about it anymore. I’m just glad you’re going to be alright.’

‘Me too. And it’s definitely the last, I’ve learned my lesson.’

The remains of Lena’s anger at her best friend drained away, and she let her head fall back into the pillows behind them in relief.

‘That’s okay then.’

[artofdeductionbysholmes]

We may have a problem with the so-called fiancé, @artofdeductionbysholmes I lost sight of him…

Any update on the lab results? @artofdeductionbysholmes @mollyatthemorgue

The question is: did he disappear on his own terms, or was his disappearance forced?

And yes, I just received @mollyatthemorgue Molly's lab report. See below.

[ID: 3 screenshots of a lab report

Lab Report

Subject: Examination of Paper Sample

Date of Report: June 2, 2024

Lab Technician: Hooper, Molly

Sample ID: Paper-2024-371

Introduction

The purpose of this lab report is to present the findings from the examination of a piece of paper. The analysis aims to identify the physical, chemical, and biological characteristics of the paper, and any potential indicators of its environment and exposure history.

Sample Description

Type: Paper 

Condition on Receipt: Intact with minor surface wear, slightly discoloured.

Methods of Analysis

Visual Inspection

Microscopic Examination

Chemical Analysis

X-Ray Fluorescence (XRF)

Gas Chromatography-Mass Spectrometry (GC-MS)

Microbiological Assays

Moisture Content Analysis

Odour Analysis

Results

1. Visual Inspection

Appearance: The paper showed slight discoloration, with faint yellowish-brown stains.

Surface Condition: Minor abrasions were noted. Some dirt and dust particles were visible.

2. Microscopic Examination

Fibre Integrity: The cellulose fibres were mostly intact, with minor signs of surface wear.

Debris: Presence of small soil particles and other unidentified debris.

3. Chemical Analysis

X-Ray Fluorescence (XRF):

Detected Elements: Trace amounts of heavy metals such as lead (Pb), cadmium (Cd), and chromium (Cr).

Surface Contaminants: Minor presence of inorganic substances.

Gas Chromatography-Mass Spectrometry (GC-MS):

Organic Compounds: Detected small amounts of hydrocarbons and other organic pollutants.

Residues: Identified residual chemicals from inks and dyes, with some degradation products.

4. Microbiological Assays

Bacterial Presence: Identified bacterial species including Bacillus and Pseudomonas spp.

Fungal Presence: Traces of fungal spores, likely Aspergillus and Penicillium spp.

5. Moisture Content Analysis

Moisture Level: Moderate moisture content of 12%.

Chemical Composition: The moisture contained slight acidic properties.

6. Odour Analysis

Detected Odours: Mild, musty odour with hints of organic decay.

Discussion

The examination of the paper sample indicates several key findings:

The physical condition and minor wear suggest it was exposed to an environment with abrasive materials and some physical stress.

The presence of heavy metals and organic pollutants detected by XRF and GC-MS indicates exposure to a polluted environment, potentially involving industrial or waste materials.

Microbial assays revealed early stages of microbial colonisation by bacteria and fungi typically associated with organic material decomposition.

The moderate moisture content and slight acidity suggest exposure to a moist environment with some chemical interactions.

Odour analysis confirmed the presence of organic decay-related gases.

The combination of physical wear, chemical contaminants, microbial presence, and environmental indicators suggests that the paper may have been exposed to a mixed waste or polluted environment. The findings are consistent with environments such as waste disposal sites, polluted industrial areas, or other locations with significant organic and inorganic contaminants.

Conclusion

The paper sample shows signs of exposure to a polluted and possibly waste-rich environment. The results indicate physical wear, contamination by heavy metals and organic pollutants, microbial activity, and environmental interactions that are typical of such conditions. Further context about the paper's origin could provide more specific insights.

Lab Technician Signature:

[signature of Molly Hooper]

Reviewed By:

Patrick Miller

/end ID]

[karuvapatta]

Here comes another part of the Untitled Jonelias Magic AU, enjoy!

Once again, huge thanks to @ceaseless-bitcher, the rest of the Discord server, and the tumblr folk for the likes and reblogs and tags. You're the best! <3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

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Whoever was in charge of the archive ought to be persecuted for his crimes. It was a tiny, windowless room, stacked from floor to ceiling with unlabelled boxes and stacks of loose papers. After three hours of digging for a single report, Jon was about ready to commit an act of unspeakable violence.

He returned to the laboratory, fuming. Other researchers and lab techs took one look at his face and mostly shuffled out of the way as he made his way back to the work station and slammed the papers down, readying himself for the long, tedious process of comparing several columns of numbers to check for trends and discrepancies. He would still need to run them by Sasha later to do some proper statistical analysis, but at least he could have some basis to work on…

“Um… Sims?”

“What is it?” Jon snapped.

The unfortunate technician took a hasty step back. “Master Bouchard is looking for you.”

“So? He could have sent a message,” Jon said.

Bouchard did not care about the state of the archive room, that much was apparent. It was disgraceful, that something like this was even allowed—

“Um—”

“What?”

All of a sudden, Jon realized that he was being watched. The people around him were giving him odd looks; some were exchanging whispered comments. And it wasn’t that hard to guess what they thought about him, and what they were saying behind his back. Some were even openly questioning his relationship with Master Bouchard, and what might have prompted the man to take on someone like Jon to be his apprentice. Jon wasn’t doing himself any favours by openly disrespecting his master’s wishes.

What if Bouchard listened to the gossip? What if he realized he had made a mistake, that he was wasting his time, that—

Jon shook his head. “Right,” he said. “I will go see him now.”

Each step he took felt awkward, now that he knew he was being stared at. Most days he could ignore it and focus on the work in front of him, but now and again it would catch him unawares. It wasn’t just his own reputation at stake; not anymore.

Bouchard would be in his office at this hour. The way was familiar by now. Rosie waved him through with a polite smile, and Jon offered her a curt nod before letting himself into the room.

“Master,” he said. “You wanted to see me?”

Bouchard wasn’t at his desk; that was unusual. But there was a sitting area in the corner where he occasionally conducted meetings. He was there now, lounging in an armchair and engrossed in a book. Jon didn’t get a chance to read the title before he shut the covers and put it away.

At his invitation, Jon took the opposite seat. There was a pot of freshly brewed tea and two cups on the table between them; Jon grabbed it hastily and poured the tea. He glanced at his master’s face and stirred a spoonful of sugar into his cup.

Bouchard took a sip of tea and exhaled with obvious pleasure; Jon tried to hide his smile. But his patience was running out quickly. Surely Bouchard had a better reason for summoning him.

Apparently his restlessness was obvious. Bouchard sighed and set down his cup.

“Enough pleasantries, Mr Sims,” he said.

“You haven’t said anything yet, Master,” Jon said.

“And yet you’re already bored,” Bouchard said, the corner of his lip twitching. “I take it the lab requires your constant supervision?”

“It requires some supervision,” Jon said, and immediately felt the urge to bite off his own tongue. It wasn’t his place to criticize the way Master Bouchard managed his department. “I didn’t mean—”

“Yes, you did,” Bouchard said. “And do not lie to me, please. I much prefer impertinence to dishonesty.”

“That is a relief,” Jon said. “I’m a notoriously bad liar.”

Bouchard chuckled lightly. It accentuated the lines on his face, particularly around his pale eyes, and the upturned curve of his mouth. And it wasn’t really fair how much that look suited him.

“Well,” Jon cleared his throat, and adjusted the collar of his shirt. “Is there anything you wanted to discuss with me?”

“Indeed there is,” Bouchard said. “Have you made any progress with your training?”

All of a sudden Jon realized how relaxed he had felt up until this moment. But now his posture stiffened, and a weight pressed down on his chest.

“No,” he said. “I have not and you know it.”

Was it disappointment, then, in Bouchard’s solemn expression? It had to be. He had every reason to be disappointed with Jon. Impertinence might have been acceptable but incompetence was decidedly not. And Jon really wasn’t proving himself in that regard, was he?

“And why do you think that is?” Bouchard asked.

“I don’t know,” Jon snapped, frustration boiling over. “I am trying, I really am. I just—I don’t know what it is I’m doing wrong.”

He rubbed his chin and covered his mouth with a hand, eyes fliting around the room, trying to focus on something, anything that wasn’t Bouchard’s knowing gaze.

A long, heavy silence followed. His master was clearly waiting for Jon to come up with a decent excuse, or at least a reasonable explanation for the numerous failures; for all the wasted hours and sleepless nights. But it ought to have been clear by now that Jon had nothing to offer. So what was he still waiting for?

“Jon,” Bouchard said, after Jon remained stubbornly quiet. And that—he almost never addressed Jon by his name. It was improper, it implied a level of familiarity that they decidedly did not share; Jon flinched in his seat. “If I may offer a suggestion?”

That startled a laugh out of Jon, bitter and somewhat unpleasant. Now, after all this time, Bouchard wanted to help? “Of course,” he said.

“Will you do as I say?”

“I—” Jon hesitated, but it did not last long. He was past the point of desperation – or, come to think of it, pride. “Yes. I will.”

“Good,” Bouchard nodded. “Then take off the bracelet.”

“The—what?”

“You heard me.”

“I did hear you,” Jon said, incredulous. Was Bouchard toying with him, again? “I just—I can’t do that, Master. You know I can’t.”

“Why not?”

The bracelet had been his near-constant companion for the past twenty years; Jon touched it now, seeking reassurance from its presence. He felt the familiar intricate pattern, the faint pulsating rhythm of it, the subtle way it shifted and reacted to his touch. And—how could he explain it? Why would he need to? It was embarrassing enough that he had to wear it at all, and now Bouchard was expecting him to admit to this—this weakness?

“Because I can’t control my magic without it,” Jon snapped.

Bouchard looked as if he was waiting for something. It seemed like he would be willing to wait a long time for—what, exactly? For Jon to have a miraculous breakthrough—

--wait.

“I—I can’t control my magic,” Jon repeated, slow and incredulous. “Really? That’s it?” He turned towards Bouchard, who was watching him intently. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I did,” Bouchard said. “You didn’t listen.”

“I did listen! I just didn’t understand—” Jon’s voice drifts off. His hand is wrapped loosely around his wrist, covering the bracelet. “And now you want me to take it off?”

“Yes,” Bouchard said. “You have been relying on it for, how long now? Several years?”

“Twenty,” Jon said flatly.

At that, Bouchard went still. He stared at Jon with wide eyes, as if he was seeing him for the first time. It occurred to Jon that it was the only time so far he had seen the man genuinely surprised.

“I’m sorry—twenty years?” Bouchard said. “Oh, Jon… what happened?”

“Nothing happened,” Jon said. He was feeling slightly nauseous. His tea had cooled down in the meantime but it was still refreshingly bitter; he took a long gulp to settle his stomach. “How would taking it off now possibly help me?”

“You need to get used to relying on yourself again,” Bouchard said after a moment. “Your own willpower, your own self-control. It is not something that can be exercised for half an hour twice a week.”

“Oh, and it’s that easy?” Jon snapped.

“No one said anything about easy.”

Jon set down his half-empty cup with too much force. Lukewarm tea sloshed inside and spilled partially onto the saucer beneath.

“Thank you for the advice, Master,” he said stiffly, pushing himself upwards. “Is there anything else you wanted to discuss?”

Bouchard measured him with a cool gaze, eyebrows pinched together. Perhaps Jon had gone too far this time – he expected the man to lash out, to discipline him, or just end his apprenticeship altogether. But Bouchard merely sighed, and shook his head.

“No, that is all. You may go.”

Off Jon went, and tried to tell himself that what he felt was relief, and not disappointment.

[apocalypticdemon]

got this a few days ago but was in academic paper hell, so i'm sorry for the delay! thanks for the tag, @clandestinegardenias and @sunlaire!

do you make your bed? i definitely should, and i absolutely do not lol

what's your favorite number? i've had a personal fondness for 13 ever since i was a kid, but i also really enjoy the number 117. for nerd reasons

what is my job? that's. a moving target tbh. during the school year, i worked as a TA at my university, while working weekends at a coffee shop as a baker. now that it's summer, i'm going to have to get a second job, but the jury's still out on what that's going to be.

if you could go back to school would you? i am currently in school, and i'm hoping to get a PhD, so i don't think i'll be going back to school right now, lol. but in a hypothetical future, just to do whatever? absolutely. i would get another bachelors in neuroscience or some other field of biology, probably for medical research.

can you parallel park? absolutely. but i fuckin hate it, lol, and being on the road makes me nervous, so i avoid it at all costs. but i can do it

a job you had that would surprise people? dunno if i have anything in my history that has been surprising. i guess the lab technician one is kind of the outlier.

do you think aliens are real? yeah, but it's probably microbial life of some sort.

can you drive a manual car? i learned the basics, but all i can really do is drive in circles in a parking lot in second gear. my mom tried to get me to drive it on the road and i got scared, lol, so i never fully learned how to do it.

what's your guilty pleasure? honestly it's TV from the 70s. begrudgingly i have to admit i like CHiPs. Emergency! is a non-guilty pleasure, though. love that one with my whole heart. but a lot of older stuff has some... pretty not great politics involved, but i still really enjoy them. also have to admit that i really like those terrible Dan Brown movie adaptations, lol

tattoos? i want at least 3 and have plans, but i haven't found an artist yet to get them. but i don't have any as of yet.

favorite color? tbh it depends on my mood. the goth in me says that it's a deep burgundy or a velvety black, but really deep greens or very vivid sky blue is also very good. saturated jewel tones as a color class are my jam, i guess.

favorite type of music? this is a cruel question to ask me. i have so many. i've been on a real rammstein/alt metal/nu-metal kick lately, but i also really go for folk, hard rock, prog rock, and 1980s new wave music. but i'll listen to just about anything. if i'm going for orchestral music, i have to say minimalism all the way. i adore the work of philip glass and arvo part

do you like puzzles? absolutely, in any form. jigsaw puzzles are really soothing and engaging, but i also adore puzzle games. i've revisited the Portal franchise lately, and i have a game series called The Room (not the movie...) that's only a series of puzzles. they can be frustrating, but i adore them

any phobias? i am a deeply anxious person, but i am petrified of fire. it's kind of unreasonable. bugs and germs also make me lock up really hard, too, even though i can rationalize my way through them. but all of them freak me out really badly.

favorite childhood sport? oh it was definitely competitive swimming. soccer was really really fun, but i miss being on the swim team. though i did like 5 sports growing up and truly would just love to have joints that would let me do any of them again

do you talk to yourself? oh yeah. internal and external monologue, baby. my college friends got to be on a call yesterday and listen to me talk my way through editing papers, lol. i talk to myself while doing laundry, cleaning, just walking through the house or from my car to my place. truly, i never shut up

what movie(s) do you adore? there are a lot, honestly. Castle in the Sky, Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, Crimson Peak, Pacific Rim, The Nice Guys, and For A Few Dollars More are probably the movies i've watched the most. also literally any Dan Bluth film. the animation is always so gorgeous

coffee or tea? definitely tea. i love herbal teas, but i can't do caffeine, so like. there are only so many things i can drink now, lol

first thing you wanted to be growing up? paleontologist. hands down. i wanted to be a paleontologist from age like 6 until 15 or 16. then i had to do a research project on what jobs are growing and found out there aren't many job openings. so i pivoted to music. and then music academia. lol. lmao (i say it cynically, but i genuinely love what i'm doing, it's just funny to me)

this was lengthy, but if you want to participate, consider yourself tagged!

[minnichan]

Got tagged by @greighish​ again :D

15 questions for 15 mutuals:

are you named after anyone? - nope but apparently all the younger kids on the maternal side of the family got named after me? we don’t really do generational names in vietnamese I think (my older cousins all have different names), but all the younger kids’ names start the same as mine.

when was the last time you cried? - probably during my rewatch of “lighting up the stars”? but actual cry was in january after 25h travel to vietnam and then all the stress got to me and I was annoyed at my family.

do you have any kids? - no, and I don’t want any. I’m slowly starting to look around for a hysterectomy now that I’m turning 30 soon and hopefully doctors are more open to doing that procedure on 30+ years old patients.

do you use sarcasm a lot? - rarely. my brain is too slow to come up with sarcasm.

what sports do you/have you played? - currently none. I tried some but never stuck with anything. swimming, yoga, kung fu, iaido, ice skating... I’m too tired after work to commit to any sports. I do want to look into martial arts in the future, most likely vovinam. the most I do now is playing just dance on the switch once every few weeks. also I want a VR gaming set for beat saber.

what’s the first thing you notice about people? - idk I don’t really pay attention to people lmao. wish I wouldn’t notice the smell of others, I feel like my nose is too sensitive.

eye color? - brown

scary movies or happy endings? - HE! I don’t really like to watch scary stuff.

any special talents? - none in particular I think?

where were you born? - Berlin

any hobbies? - karaoke, reading, translation (in theory, haven’t done that in a while...)

do you have any pets? - no, never wanted any. I can’t even take care of myself properly. also all the fur and poop? nah.

how tall are you? - 152 cm (4′11″).

favorite subject in school? - english because it was easy.

dream job? - I do not dream of labour. as a kid I wanted to be a scientist but seeing all of them at work just writing project and grant proposals, research papers, etc. I’m glad I didn’t go in that direction. working as a lab technician is enough, though I do hate working with chemicals... another childhood dream was editor but I don’t think reading for work would be fun. also I’m not good with analysing text. if we ever get unconditional basic income I’d be ok with any job as long as I don’t have to work more than 15h per week and I don’t have to get dirty.

Gonna tag a few folks this time, but no pressure! And anyone else feel free to do it too! @miss-ingno​ @asoftspotforangels​ @rizababe​ @mindfogger​ @the-marron​

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15 questions for 15 mutuals:

are you named after anyone?

when was the last time you cried?

do you have any kids?

do you use sarcasm a lot?

what sports do you/have you played?

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eye color?

scary movies or happy endings?

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[houseofbrat]

I've seen a few reporters on here asking to talk to federal employees about the firings. Here is what I witnessed today. Award winning scientists previously hired by our government after a rigorous merit-based job application process were processing the impact of their illegal terminations today. These scientists were the next generation leaders of STEM in our country and the world. With years of experience and demonstrated track records of success in solving real world problems for growers and in managing human and livestock health problems, these individuals were running successful labs doing cutting edge research to protect our nation's livestock and crops against pests, disease and noxious weeds. They had a stakeholder base who relied on them for deliverables. Probationary periods for these scientists is 3 years. Some were one year in, others almost three. These were not low productivity workers doing low productivity jobs. I know many of them personally for years as friends, mentees and collaborators. These are people who were working 100 hour + weeks for YEARS for no overtime pay, putting in what it takes to make it to the top - a scientist position in the U.S. Govt. These brilliant individuals were expected to simply walk away from a complex, multi-phasic research program that we hired them to develop by COB today. There was no discussion with the government's intellectual property attorneys, no planning to continue the work on funded grants or other contracts, no chance to distribute biological collections to colleagues across the world. No time to discuss data management. There was no time for questions asked about papers or grant proposals that may be under review. There was no order or dignity to this process. The government ghosted the cream of the crop. Unbeknownst to them, these scientists were ineligible for the deferred resignation program all along. By the time a scientist advances in their career to the stage where they can run their own program, they have already benefitted from years of taxpayer investment in their training. They were at the point in their career where the taxpayers were getting a return on their investment. The impact of losing this talent cuts deep, well beyond the individuals who were fired today. Their postdocs, students and other trainees were left without a principal investigator and trusted mentor. Most scientists in these roles are in their 30s who endured years of personal sacrifice and low pay to have the kind of impact that makes them competitive for a federal scientist position. Who else lost their jobs today? Technicians. These young people LOVE science. They are eager to work for the taxpayers for less than half of what they could earn in industry because they are civic minded and not in it for a pay check. They made a difference. We lost the best of the best today and I don't think the govt. is done with the rampage based on what I'm hearing from leadership.

Firing the next generation of scientists from the US workforce

[hiimanshiiitsolutions]

Free Job Alert Vacancy in Muzaffarpur, Bihar: Latest Job Openings and Career Opportunities

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[thepowerofknowledge]

एम्स ऋषिकेश, टेक्निकल असिस्टेंट/ लैब टेक्नीशियन का क्वेश्चन पेपर|AIIMS Rishikesh, Technical Assistant/ Lab Technician Question Paper

आपको बता दें कि एम्स ऋषिकेश ने 27 जुलाई 2023 को एग्जाम कंडक्ट कराया था जिसका करेक्ट आंसर की लिस्ट उसने जारी कर दिया है, जिसके द्वारा आप अपने द्वारा लोकित प्रश्नों के आंसर को मिलान कर सकते है। आपको बता दें कि इससे कई परीक्षार्थी नाराज भी है क्योंकि उन्हें याद नहीं की उन्होंने किस प्रश्न का उत्तर क्या दिया था, ऐसे में कोई भी विद्यार्थी अपने अंकों का आंकलन सही तरह से नहीं कर सकता। ऐसे में चाहिए था…

[neonilarutherford]

The price of time. [fiction]

A small room, with lamps dazzlingly illuminating it, gently yellow wallpaper adorned the walls, posters with various scientific concepts from the Mendeleev table to prominent physics scientists. Several small nightstands were placed in the corners, on one of them was a pile of papers, on the other were flasks of various substances, a table for experimental experience in chemistry, and some object of another reality, about two meters high, one meter and ninety centimeters to be exact. A room with a large window, open for ventilation, with old beige curtains that had apparently survived more than one experiment, on the opposite side was a white door with a small window in the upper area. Girl paced importantly from one point to another, filling out the paper in her hands, muttering something to herself. From her words, it was only possible to make out “This time it should work out”. A knock at the door, a man of about eighteen comes in, wearing a white lab coat, holding an extension cord and sheets of paper.

- I hope I’m not interrupting. Have you still not given up hope of building a time machine, Professor Rhodes? — asked the young man, placing the papers and the extension cord on the nightstand.

- You’re not interrupting, but you should have waited for my answer before entering, it could have been dangerous, you know what I do here and you should understand the responsibility you have, lab technician. I have not lost hope in building a machine, for it is almost ready, the only thing left is to connect it through an extension cord, for one outlet will obviously not be enough.

- What is the principle of the machine? All our professors take an example from you, because at your twenty-three you were able to build a wonderful career in the field of science, and they have been achieving this for years.

- I will not be able to answer your questions now because I have work, I need to finish, please leave the lab. Later, everything will be later. — answered the girl, reading the paper she had just filled out.

As soon as the young man left and closed the door behind him, the girl put the papers on the nightstand, where the report that the laboratory assistant had brought was lying. She took an extension cord and connected object of another reality to electricity. The light on the top of the equipment lit up, making it clear that the time had come. The professor opened the mechanism and went inside, closing the door from the inside. Inside the mechanism were a lot of different buttons, including a touch screen control panel, on which the girl wrote the number eighty, among the buttons of different colors, she chose blue. The machine hummed, making incomprehensible noises, steam went out, apparently another failed attempt. The girl pressed the button beside the door to unlock it, and it began to open, and daylight began to shine into the mechanism. Had she spent the whole night here without noticing it and it was already morning? After a little while, the professor was able to see what was going on around her. Instead of her room there was a vacant lot, there was no sun, the sky was covered with dark and gloomy clouds, as if rain was about to start. She came out and looked around, there was no one. Where is her laboratory and the building in which she worked, the city in which she lived? There was emptiness all around. The professor was alone. The girl entered the mechanism again, asked the question in the touch control panel in what year she is now and her location on the map. The map was vague, but thanks to the satellite signal, the professor was able to catch her location — the same place, but the map was different, no buildings, but a small forest to the northeast of here, if it was a forest. 2103 year. The girl’s heart froze. Could it be a hallucination through the action of the machine? This world looks different than the one Rhodes came from. The dream to comprehend time was dazzling and tantalizing, but once it was realized, action had to be taken. What if there are people here? They’ll be able to explain what happened, Rhodes thought. The girl went out and slammed the door, heading to the northeast, along the way she did not see any animals or people. Only thirty minutes later, when she came to the forest, she saw there a company of people that was basking near the fire.

- Hello, can you explain what happened? — Rhodes asked.

- Did you just wake up from sleep? Sit down, we will try to help — the oldest man in their circle answered, he had a thick beard, wavy light brown hair, piercingly sad brown eyes, similar to chocolate, of the notable things — a blue torn scarf with white deer with a gray paint stain on the right end.

- What happened?

- You probably slept like we did.

After the big bang, some of us inhaled an unknown substance and fell asleep. Waking up from it is extremely difficult, someone can regain consciousness immediately, and someone sleeps for years and decades, may not wake up at all. The explosion happened about eighty years ago, maybe less, when scientists wanted to play the game with time, but time loved to play out the rules and now here we are.

Overwhelmed with guilt, Professor Rhodes decided to rectify the situation, perhaps her invention will help to return to these people the present, and to her — the past, which was her present. Turning on all her ingenuity and intelligence, she began to analyze and think, put the puzzle together. The professor returned to her car in order to return to the past and correct her mistake. Time has played another game with her — now she will have to choose, either she will erase the future of these people and themselves, or she will lose the lives of millions of people in order to build a different world with different machines and technologies. Torn between her dream and her life, Jolene Rhodes decided to go back and erase the future, realizing that the power of time travel is great and beyond the control of one person. The car buzzed, steam came back, and the door opened. Laboratory, having checked the data — 2023. She’s at home. As soon as the girl was outside the walls of the mechanism, she turned off the machine from the extension cord, starting to disassemble it into parts.

Jolene had long since forgotten about the mechanism she had created. It has been many years since she became a scientist in the field of chemistry and physics, she has many articles, discoveries, and books behind her. She was sitting at home reading a book, now it’s time to rest and life flows on its own, her task is to gain strength, because old age is just around the corner, and the forces are slowly leaving, the former enthusiasm will not return. Doorbell. Jolene gave permission to enter. A man appeared in the living room, looking twenty — seven years old, it can be seen that he is solid — growing a beard, wavy light brown hair gathered in a ponytail, piercing bright brown eyes, in which hundreds of rays of hope are reflected. In a dark blue coat, the neck is decorated with a blue scarf with white deers and a small gray spot on the right end.

- Good afternoon, Jolene Rhodes, my name is Derek Ewing. I work with professors in the very laboratory where you once worked. I have developed a time machine. I know that you were developing the same machine several decades ago, I want to ask for help in its development and change the history of mankind. Can you help me? — The young man asked, waiting for an answer.

- Good afternoon, Derek. No. You see, time travel is a dangerous tool in the hands of humanity, which should never be given to a person, because he acts with it lightly. No dream and no desire is worth playing with time, because it will definitely not play by the rules.

[karyacemplon]

Week 10- On da grind

Figure 1

Indonesian meme

Note: This meme can be roughly translated as "I am going off(line) first (bray is slang for bro). I am questioning my life right now"

Honestly speaking, I feel mentally better in week 10 than I did in the previous week.

What?

This week was characterised by two words: stress and grind. However, this push might be a good aspect, as I managed to get my card design quite literally finished. Buttttt at the same time, a declining state of sanity. I feel immense gratitude to the FabLab technicians (especially during printing, cutting and sudden laser cutting) for supporting and helping me despite the short notice and the recognisable cramming.

Week 10 felt like an emotional rollercoaster. One moment, I was stressed, and then I felt relieved. The week was dominated by late-night calls with my friend and black coffee. I know. Who drinks black coffee at 2 am? Apparently me. Despite being a whirlwind of emotions, this experience I gained new insights about approaches.

Since beginning my design journey, I have been scared to come into the FabLab. I do not know what influences me to feel this way, but I just know that coming into the lab--even the old Design space--makes me anxious. However, I have to admit that this experience was a letdown. I am disappointed in myself for allowing this to happen in the first place, but I am grateful to have gained new knowledge along the way.

Final designs

Figure 1

Flora and Fauna cards

This is the design I created for the flora and fauna cards. By combining the two colour palettes I have and decreasing and increasing hues, I was able to obtain the colours of the card. On the cover page of the cards, I have included a Māori word and its meaning. Inspired by a piece in the museum, I chose Haumanu, meaning to revive.

Figure 2

Question cards

As for the question cards, I have chosen the word Whanaungatanga, which roughly means kinship. The chosen words reflect the card game themes, of connecting, environment and communication. Slightly different from the flora and fauna cards, the questions deck adopt a ticket-style design.

Overall, I aimed to make the card designs inviting, warm and easy to the eye. Hence, the mixture of warm and cool tones.

Figure 3

Rulebook

Similar to the style of the question cards, I designed the rule book to look like some kind of ticket. The rule book will be folded piece of A4, and includes the details of the game.

Figure 4

Prompt Sheet

The prompt cards are replaced with the prompt sheet, but this time, using this is optional. The game provides a list of prompts and also encourages players to make their own prompts. Moreover, the cover page follows the theme of the cards and includes the word 'Kōrero', meaning to speak.

Figure 5

Map sheet

Instead of A4, the map will be printed out in A3 size. This will allow for more drawings, notes, and scribbles of thoughts. The map includes the names of areas where the species might potentially be and some quick facts, which will be improved and added in the final iteration.

Printing

Printing is evil. I encountered multiple struggles when it came to printing, and nothing seemed to work 😭. At first, I felt relieved as I had completed my file and needed to print it. Everything was sorted, and the paper; I allocated some time to print. I thought everything was going well until I encountered the first problem--being unable to print from my laptop. All the computers in the design space were fully booked, so I had no choice but to print from my laptop. Printing normally went well, but the challenge came when I had to use my own papers. Somehow, my laptop did not have the bypass tray settings; despite getting help from the technicians, I ended up on a closed road.

The technicians helped me print using their computers. However, the second problem occurred. Using my papers meant that I could not use the double side feature and had no option but to put it back in for a second round. This is risky, as me being me; at some point, I might forget which way the paper goes. In the end, wasting paper if I repeatedly make a mistake 😃🙏.

Therefore, to mitigate this problem, I decided to go to a printing location where my friend had previously used their service. This is where everything went downhill... It turns out I did not set up the document properly, which took more than two hours for me to reset it. And guess what? I did not end up printing as the store closed and I partly gave up.

Nevertheless, I did not give up. I went to another location with public university computers. This is where I encountered the irritating challenge of having a somewhat corrupted file. It turns out that sending the file, downloading it, and printing it from my university email caused the outcome to be darker and have dark boxes. At this point I was very annoyed and in the verge of crying.

I rushed back to the design space and asked for help once more. This problem could not be solved; hence, I had no option but to print with printing paper and paste it onto the paper I bought. I was filled with anxious thoughts and was irritated. However, the support, help, and advice I received from my peers and the FabLab technician profoundly helped me to become calmer and relieved.

Laser Cutting and Final Outcome

A FabLab technician recommended cutting the cards using a laser cutter. And being quite a messy cutter, I feel a burden off my chest hearing that I am able to do this. However, after a few trials, I manually cut as I had little time left. Over an hour, I felt my soul leaving my body and entering again. However, I finally finished it and was ready to take pictures! I felt relieved but not fully relieved.

Figure 5

Photograph

Note: This is a photograph taken for the poster.

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So What?

I gained some valuable insights from this experience. Overall, this emphasises the importance of having a backup plan. For instance, if printing back to back does not work, then printing normally is the backup plan. If laser cutting does not work then manual cutting it is. I know I made a project plan with plans A, B and C, but this experience alone shows how important these plans are.

Furthermore, when talking about my regrets, I was fully expecting to be hit by reality or roasted by my peers and the technicians. However, I received responses that I did not fully expect. Instead of being roasted and being told the straightforward truth, the reactions I got were generally optimistic. Particularly not to dwell in the past and just focus on the present moment. Yes, I regret my actions, but I cannot change them anymore. All I can do is focus on what I am currently doing and what I will do in the future.

Buried underneath stress and panic, somewhere deep within me, I believed in myself that I would complete this. I did complete the assignment, but at what cost? I was not fully satisfied with the outcome, and I felt ashamed and embarrassed of myself.

Now What?

Now what? Well, it is time for a reflective action plan. I think my main challenge is overestimating my time, leading to poor time management. Along with setting priorities and creating backup plans, having a moment of reflection can be helpful. This way, I can both think idealistically and realistically about how the plan will be executed. Having a plan of what I hope and what might actually happen helps estimate the time I need or have left. At the same time, pushing me to continue.

Referencing Bersuwara. (2024). [Social Media Post]. X. https://x.com/bersuwara/status/1802968063228400002

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Packless chapters 23 & 24

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Chapter 23

“There’s a new policy in place requiring students to be classified by the end of first semester.”

Okay. And? What is it that you’re going to do with the dozens of duds in your school? Are they suddenly going to be free to go, or would that hamper your pack’s reliance on slave labour? 

Her lips had thinned down to a tiny line, but she’d held a paper file towards me, with a document clipped to the front. “If you agree, we can get it over with now.” 

And if I don’t agree? 

It’s honestly kind of funny that they’re bothering to ask permission, when shit like morals and ethics have literally never once crossed anybody’s mind in the previous 22 chapters. 

When I tried to roll into a more comfortable position, my heart almost stopped. I gaped at the doctor. “Why can’t I move?”

Chapter 23 summary: We jump back to Vail, right when she got called into the principal’s office. She thought that it was going to be about the “sex ban”, but instead, the principal simply wanted to ship her off to the aforementioned lab. 

Vail is then put onto a bus, which swings by and picks up three male prisoners. I thought for a second that Vail’s situation had been upgraded, but alas, no. They are wolves. And they make crude comments to Vail until they get to the facility. The only silver lining is that at least they’re separated once in there. 

Vail is taken to a room with a one-way window, where she’s given a mystery pill and only told “it’ll help you relax”, along with a tablet. There’s no instructions, but Vail guesses that she has to pick which of two presented images she’d rather have. After a while, more and more options are shown every time, and they go quicker and quicker.

After a while, the lab tech comes back and makes Vail change into a paper gown. As she’s doing this, the tech asks Vail a bunch of personal questions, including the number of sex partners. At least this lady doesn’t seem to care about Vail’s singular oral experience, and Vail can state her case about the entire thing. 

Then, Vail is taken to a lab room, where she’s put onto a “dentist chair”. They clip her fingernails and take some hair samples, before drawing some blood. After the tech leaves, the doctor asks Vail if she knows why she’s there. She kind of explains about the wolf suppression as it had been explained to her. 

But then with horror she realises that she’s physically unable to move. I sure as fuck hope that this doesn’t turn into medical torture and rape. Please don’t. 

Chapter 24

“Did you drug me?”

 “The relaxant allows you to participate in the tests, without moving in a way that may cause injury,” the doctor said, while the technician avoided my gaze. So much for kind freaking eyes. She’d lured me in and I’d fallen for it. They hadn’t even forced me to swallow the pill.

At this point, I can’t even pretend to be surprised. 

I don’t know why she’s surprised. She’s been abused and mistreated her entire time here; why should the lab wolves somehow be any different?

They both ignored me, the technician going to my feet and pushing them forward until she could slip them into a pair of loops. When my knees fell open, I gaped at her. “This is not okay! What are you doing?”

 “It’s just a cervix swab,” the technician told me in a soothing voice. “Same as you’d have for a pap smear.” 

“No doctor has ever done this to me!” I fumed, desperately trying to draw my knees back together. Even though I could feel the strain in my mind, my muscles remained lax and the technician quickly took the swab. It was deep, and uncomfortable, and I felt angry tears gather in the corner of my eyes. “Stop this, please!”

I’m not up on stuff like this, but I’m pretty sure that this classifies as sexual assault. She revoked permission, and they did it anyway. 

Medical ethics? Ha! What’s that?

/I say about a group of people who literally bought a girl for $10k. 

“Doctor Klein, she’s restrained?” 

“Yes, and I’ve told them repeatedly to stop!” I burst out, another tear leaking down my cheek. “Do you know Jasper Arras? Can you tell him I’m here?”

[...]

“You want me to arouse a wolf the Alphason’s claimed? He’ll skin my hide! To say nothing of the hell he’ll rain down on this lab when he sees the state she’s in.”

I think it’s funny how the author suddenly understands the concept of consent. 

But I was the one being strangled. Because the stranger sliding the needle into my skin was wearing an older, wearier version of my dead father’s face.

Chapter 24 summary: The doctor then forces Vail to undergo a cervical exam, against her wishes I might add. Following this, they call in a male alpha, and demand that he “arouse her”. Vail begs him for help, and insists that she’s been claimed by Jasper. The other alpha, only identified as “Turner”, refuses initially. The doctor demands that Turner do this, so Turner goes over and starts assaulting Vail a little. He then gets angry at the doctors, and demands that they stop, but instead they kick him from the room. 

Vail passes out for a little bit, and when she wakes up, she feels like “something inside of me was taken”. The doctors mention that they’ve removed the bond from Jasper, and want to put her into a room with some others for a while. Another doctor argues against this, but the first doctor insists on “doing whatever it takes”. 

Vail tells the doctor that when she regains control over her body, she’s literally going to kill them. Which is the first act of violence I’ve heard from her. Even when she was being sexually assaulted by Jasper, and then the bleach incident earlier, she never once threatened to murder anybody. The doctor only laughs, and starts doing something else to her. Vail feels like she’s still out of it, since she swears that the doctor is her dead dad. 

[xiii-e]

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸ Sorry, I went on a bit there- bad habit X,D bad tendency to yap, context can be important y'know?? but ehhh I can go a little overboard sometimes

◂▸ Roger that; Good to meet you S-R-2299 :] No worries about wasting my time, I'm happy to answer any questions you might have!! If I've gotta go do my job I'll just pick the datapad back up once I've done it. Wonders of text-based communication. Oo, speaking of my job, it's more... ehh okay so HA is big on the whole military structures, and that goes for the research stations too. I think on paper I'm like, a GS-1 or 2?

◂▸ I think the word that tends to make the most sense for people across the board is Handler. I'm essentially T-E's civ handler, when they're on medical leave; not a role most folk need but, T-E's a high-control type of flashclone, supposedly lacking in subjectivity though that's not... sorry, no soapboxing right now.

◂▸ Also no I'm not any kind of robotic lol, I'm also a clone. Project line 8, specialist technician model. Mostly I fix stuff around the lab and unstick anyone's computer when they try and load like 12 tabs at once. I'm also the tech on call for any practical labs with clones involved o7

◂▸ I have been mistaken for an NHP exactly once though and I still think it's the funniest shit I've ever seen lol

[ HELIOS-8 ]

//

Been told to meet the neighbors by my foreman so to speak. Might as well meet the fellow clones in the greater Omninet.

Designation S-R-2299 speaking. 0g Repair Specialist.

[A long Silence]

I ain't good with talking to folks I'll be honest. Heard rumors of a Lannie pilot in H.A, thought that might be funny....

◂▸ Hello there! Good to meetcha :D I'm Helios-8, this account's... manager? I guess? When XIII-e is out on deployment for whatever reason, I take care of this account. I also help them out with the social angle since they've been pretty significantly isolated :]

◂▸ So, no stress regarding your social skills!! I'm well used to it lol, and it's a part of what I'm good at getting undersocialised clones both fascimile and rarely flash up to speed.

◂▸ Oh, and you're right about the Lannie thing!! That's the official owner of this account, the XIII-e I mentioned. They're out with the mech in question right now actually :] On file they're field medical and repair personnel, hyper-specialised in design. Not me though! I'm not a lancer or pilot of any kind- I'm actually a technician by trade :]

◂▸ Honestly, it's nice to meet someone else like us who isn't specced into combat specifically. Not a lot out there if the omninet is to be believed, y'know? Off the top of my head it's just... well, me and you. XIII-e'll probably be able to match your particular expertise in repair better than I can, most of what I do is circuitry and tech support but- hey! You ever want to chat about day to day stuff when it comes to being what we are, you just let me know :] I'm always here.

◂▸ I'll get XIII-e to reach out for a chat once they're back on home base too, point of this whole account is meant to be making them some friends. Sounds like you two've gotten similar orders in that regard lol

◂▸ Have a good rest of your day o7

[ HELIOS- 8 ]

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸ Aighto that's the corpo speak out of the way- sorry about that. It's been a while since this account spoke in the open, and if you're reaching out at your higher ups suggestion I figured it was the best bet for something the higher ups wouldn't find issues with. By and large I'm meant to keep quiet and not talk to strangers but ehhhhh T-E isn't here right now so. My Job :]

◂▸ Anyways um, the program you can see running now is just my way of making it so I don't have to worry bout what the upper management would think about things I'm saying online. They can be uhh... touchy.

◂▸ But, yeah! Good to meetcha! You have a prefered mode of address? I prefer to go by just Helios myself :] and if you need any help acclimatising to a lot of sudden folks, it is Literally a part of my job to get flashclones acceptably socialised so I might be able to offer some useful advice there- you seem to be doing pretty good though!

◂▸ Be seeing you o7

//

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Preservation Technician cleans a record while wearing a battery powered air-purifying respirator for protection. Decontamination Lab, National Archives at St. Louis, MO.

Conservators: Magicians of the Archives! November 4 is #AskAConservator Day! Our conservators will take over Twitter Nov. 4 to answer your burning questions about how we deal with mold, water and insect damage in order to preserve these records for generations to come! Ask questions & follow the hashtag to see who else is participating worldwide. 

See related National Archives News story: Fulbright Scholar Joins Heritage Science Lab and Tumblr post: We Welcome Cancy Chu - Our 1st Heritage Science Fulbright Scholar!

Check out our state-of-the-art labs! Lab at the National Archives, St. Louis, MO See this lab’s continuing work to save and reconstruct the records damaged in the 1973 fire. 

Magna Carta Conservation Treatment See NARA conservators use UV photography to reveal previously illegible writing on a 1297 Magna Carta (on loan from David M. Rubenstein).

Ultraviolet fluorescence photo of the 1297 Magna Carta parchment (before treatment) revealed obliterated text in damaged areas. Photo by Sarah Raithel. Related press release: National Archives Conservators Reveal Previously Illegible Text in Magna Carta

Saving the Iraqi Jewish Archive Days after the Coalition forces took over Baghdad in 2003, American soldiers entered Saddam Hussein’s flooded intelligence building and found, under four feet of water, books and documents relating to the Jewish community of Iraq. Learn how these records were vacuum freeze-dried, preserved and digitized under the direction of the National Archives. View these records here.

Peek “behind the scenes” to see treatment of these records in the National Archives state-of-the-art Conservation Lab.

Due to mold, conservation staff wore gloves and masks, and worked under ventilation hoods whole working with records from the Iraqi Jewish Archive. 

Preserving Family Histories Paper conservator Annie Wilker repairs an 18th-century fraktur and demonstrates techniques used to preserve damaged documents.

More secrets revealed online!

What's a Conservator?

NARA Conservators Meet the Challenge Every Day, Prologue Magazine

Repairing Existing Damage to Family Papers and Photographs

Declaration of Independence - learn about the conservation treatment and re-encasement of the document.

Preserving the Dunlap Broadside 

[bucky-bucket-barnes]

singing in the rain

Summary: You leave the Compound to go home on a stormy night. Barnes isn’t too keen on the idea of the girl riding home all by herself in such weather and decides to drive you home.

Pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader

Warnings: Mainly fluff, a little bit of awkward!bucky, a little bit of embarrassed!reader

Word Count: 1.3k words

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Torrential downpour did not begin to describe the weather outside. The past few days had been an unholy week of sweltering heat, but today mother Earth had decided to gift the Compound plenty of rain. You had been interning as a lab technician for a few weeks at Stark Industries and Mr. Stark had personally invited you to come down and work more intimately with the heroes you designed gear for. Of course, you said yes without question. Working with the Avengers would not only be an honor but a step closer to working permanently for Stark Industries. It also didn’t hurt that they were pretty cute. But as you gazed out your office window at the thick pelts of rain plummeting from the sky, you almost wished you had just worked at Starbucks for the summer.

You looked back down at your desk and sighed. You still hadn’t come up with a new concept for Falcon’s wing design. Mr. Stark said he wanted to see if you would be able to revamp them, but you kept drawing blanks. Strewn around you was crumpled paper after crumpled paper of scrapped ideas, scribbled and crossed out in frustration. At one point you had gotten bored and started doodling the Avengers as they walked by your small office. You had successfully drawn Nat with Steve’s shield, Dr. Banner with a puppy, and Bucky Barnes surrounded by flowers for giggles, but not a single usable prototype for Sam’s wings.

Dejectedly, you placed the sad, crinkled pieces of paper in a waste bin. You went to reach for your Avenger doodles, but decided you’d be taking that piece home, and slid it into your jacket pocket. You made your way out of your cramped little office/ what used to be a storage closet, shuffling past the stacks of boxes on the ground and went to the first floor. As you made your way out the doors you realized you’d forgotten your umbrella at home. Fuck. The 30 feet it would take for you to get from your car from the Compound doors normally wasn’t so difficult, but the rain was going to make that process a lot more trying.

Before you could force yourself to dash to your beat-up Honda Civic, a voice spoke from behind.

“You’re not telling me you’re walking in that?”

You were startled by the sound. It’s not that the speaker sounded hostile or anything, it was just that no one had spoken to you since you started working here. You never took it personally, they were heroes too busy saving the world to notice one intern and you had brief encounters with other employees, but not for too long as there was always work to do.

“Well, it’s either get home and make it on time to watch The Princess Bride rerun or stay here for another two hours until the rain passes. I think I’ll take my couch and some ramen over being here,” you commented sarcastically.

Your head turned, expecting another one of the interns Mr. Stark had talked about bringing in soon. Instead, you were met by a very intense pair of blue eyes. Your playful smile drops at the realization that you are talking to the Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier.

“Oh- I didn’t realize it was you, I am so sorry Bu-, uh, Sergeant Barnes I thought you were another intern and I- uh. . .” you trailed off, flustered. By now, most people would have stopped you in your own mess of words, but the man in front of you was content to let you babble on. Mr. Stark had said he was more of an observer anyways.

“You don’t have to call me Sergeant. Bucky is fine,” he answered in a low voice accompanied by a feeble smile. Well, in all honesty, it looked more of like a grimace. It was the kind of smile you received from someone who wasn’t used to expressing joy too often.

“Well, Bucky, I won’t keep you any longer,” you apologized and went to start your gruesome walk to the car.

“I can take you home,” he blurted out. His usually stoic expression turned soft and nervous as he continued, “If that’s what you’d like. . . I’m looking for an excuse to get out more and I. . .” he paused. It was clear he was not used to speaking this long. “I’d hate for you to have to drive in the rain and. . .”

In an attempt to help with his clear struggle with speech, you interrupted as he trails off, “I would love that. Thank you.”

Yes, the first rule of being a woman is to never get into a car with a man who you don’t know. However, this rule does not apply to very attractive superheroes with luscious hair. He opened the black umbrella he was holding and positioned it above your two heads. In order to effectively avoid the rain, you snuggled right next to his flesh arm as you walked to his much closer car. He opened the door for you, as you carefully sit in the front seat of his vehicle, still fresh with the scent of new car smell. He placed himself in the driver's seat and shyly asked for your address, not making eye contact that whole time.

After he struggled with the GPS for ten minutes, you helped him type in your address. You’d think for someone with a metal arm, he’d have a better grasp on modern technology, but alas the century-old man could not seem to figure it out. Before he pulled off, he took a small handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped off his arm.

“Does it malfunction if it gets wet?” you asked. Your job was to improve Avengers tech, and Falcon’s wing had been a bust. Maybe it was time to move onto new projects.

“No, this is Wakandan technology so it’s pretty well adapted to. . . everything, really. I just like to keep it tidy for. . . well, me I guess,” he replied, wiping in between every crevice of his cold vibranium arm.

It was about a 45-minute drive to your apartment, but it seemed to fly by with Bucky driving. Well, it was actually an extra 15 minutes since he took three wrong turns, but it still felt quicker. At first, the conversation was slow. There were small exchanges of common courtesy, that lead to more interesting anecdotes, and finally to you inviting Bucky out.

“Hey, does the White Wolf have any free time this Saturday?” you teased. You thought that name was much more fitting than the Winter Soldier. He was shy and reserved, but by no means was he cold. Above all, he was an amazing listener, slowly nodding his head as you spoke, and occasionally asking questions, showing he was just as engaged as you were.

He chuckled softly, “Only if you give Sam some feathers that say dumbass on his new wings.”

You laughed with delight, “Then it’s a date!” Your ears grew a little heated as you said it. You didn’t mean to ask him out, it just kind of happened. You definitely weren’t opposed to a date, but what would he want to do with you? You had no powers, no fancy suits, and above all, you were just some temporary intern working for Stark. You expected him to decline, which would be justified, or maybe concoct an excuse not to go. Your eyes turned from his face to the dashboard.

Instead, he smiled and gently beamed, “Then it’s a date.”

He got out to open the door for you and walk you to your quaint apartment. Before he left, you stare into his tired eyes for a minute, before lightly planting a kiss on his cheek. As you closed the door to your apartment , Bucky let out a sigh of relief, as he finally got a chance to talk to the pretty girl from the third-floor office.

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Hi, loves! This is my first fanfic, and I plan on making this a multiple-part series. All feedback/ constructive criticism is really appreciated and I am totally open to suggestions.