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Bright Lights (Chapter 3)

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort, post-divorce healing, Pitt Fest is a warning of its own, medical inaccuracies.

Pairings: Michael Robinavitch x Reader

Word count: 5,410 words

Universe: The Pitt

Reader gender: Female

Tagged: @questionably-intelligent69 , @dizzybee03 , @virgomillie , @mrsjosephmazzello , @sus-styles , @moonshooter , @hagarsays @that-sarcastic-writer , @ddrawers96 , @pear-1206 , @nerdgirljen , @penbridgertonn & @emma8895eb

Part 3 of 4

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6:30pm

As time ticks on, second by second, minute by minute. Frankie can’t help but worry. The uncomfortable plastic of the cheap hospital cafeteria chair digging into her thighs served as a reminder. A reminder of what she had experienced. Pitt Fest had been an incalculable disaster. The whistle of flying bullets had been hard to shut out, as she continued to relive each decision and choice she made. With each passing moment, more found their way here. Family members, friends and the like always with the same burning questions; Are their loved one’s safe? Are they counted amongst the wounded or had they been the unlucky ones?

Frankie couldn’t leave, not yet. She couldn’t return to House 42 empty-handed and without the small sliver of information on the whereabouts of her missing friend and colleague. Guilt gnawed away at her. No-one gets left behind but in less than a second, someone did. The click of heels against the linoleum tiles caught her attention, dragging her out of her depressive thoughts; Frankie lifted her gaze to see two figures approaching where they all waited.

The sight of two staff members had been enough to silence the chatter; all eyes had fallen upon these two women ready to listen as a younger woman approached them. Frankie wasn’t close enough to hear her words but still watched on, noting the pile of papers in their hands. The interaction was brief, but the young woman’s body language spoke volumes, worry and panic overpowering all other emotions, as she was the same boat as all the rest that gathered all around.

Her eyes tracked them as they crossed into the centre of the cafeteria, where they could be heard easily by everyone.

“Hello? Can I have your attention, please? My name is Kiara Alfaro. I’m an emergency-department social worker.” Frankie was almost certain that she had seen her before; she had never found an opportunity to meet the resident day shift social worker. She only really knew her night shift colleague; he was a right scream but had spoken highly of Kiara praising her calm nature and how she could get almost anyone to open up to her.

“This is Lupe Perez, one of our ward clerks.” As she continued to speak, Kiara introduced her colleague, the ward clerks were all hardworking, taking the brunt of the frustration of the waiting patients. Each word was loudly and clearly projected to ensure that they were understood by all who listened on.

“I know you all want information about your friends and family. In order to help you, we have a QR Code you can scan for our patient-identification website.” This was the beginning of the next stage with handling the mass casualty.

“Cell phones are down, but you can log onto the hospital guest WI-FI. That information is on these papers we’ll distribute around the room.” It was understandable that phone lines would be jammed up, with the sheer number of people trying to reach out to their loved ones. Frankie’s phone had already logged into the Wi-Fi network as soon as she had entered the hospital grounds. This was a good sign; it would give people something to focus on.

“Once you log on, send us the name and birth date of whomever you’re concerned about.” She quickly tried to recall the necessary information; did she know her friend’s exact date of birth? The day and month were easy, but the year that might take a moment. As she thought back to her friend’s last birthday, how old had she been? With access to the Internet, she could shoot a message to Captain Valentino, who had direct access to the personnel files, but that would be a last resort.

“If you could tell us what they were wearing, upload photos, pictures of tattoos, piercings, anything to help identify would be useful.” Frankie had been the unofficial photographer of the tent; she had been the one to step up and take more than a few photographs and selfies through the day. Mostly for Instagram and her own personal collection, but a few for the Department to show their involvement as part of the PR and the monthly newsletter; not that many people actually opened that email when it dropped into their inbox. The next one might be an exception.

Frankie had been the one to take her to her first tattoo appointment, so she had photos of it. It had been a special moment since she knew the meaning behind the chosen design. Jake had been the one to help her shape into reality. He had drawn it for her, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to be there as he had class on the date that had been chosen. Frankie couldn’t help but wonder at the sweet relationship that her friend had with the young man. She had wished that she had something when she had grown up.

“If we get a match, we’ll let you know. We’re setting up phone chargers, water, snacks. And if anyone needs to change clothes, we’ve got paper scrubs coming.” Her hands had been covered in blood, that had long since dried, but it didn’t seem overly important to find a bathroom and wash it away as she made her way to the Cafeteria.

“Give us some time. We’re doing everything we can to help get you the information you need.” Frankie took a second before moving, as a crowd formed around the two tables where the papers had been placed. As she took a seat once more, with the newly acquired document, she began to follow the instructions. Her fingers danced across her phone keyboard as a WhatsApp message popped up on her screen. Another swiftly followed; House 42 was reaching out.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------7pm

“Fuck” The very word was stuck on repeat; Dana could not let Robby see this. Not now, when his attention needed to remain focused. The house of cards could not fall apart at this most crucial of junctions. As more patients flooded into the department, as much as worry was seeping through the cracks in her armour, Dana could not let Robby see the bloodied garment.

The split second decision had to be made, as she placed the jacket and thoughts of its owner aside. Using the moment of a patient being transferred up to surgery as a barrier to try to hide how shameful she felt. She watched where it landed, in the corner of an empty bay. Not that it won’t be unoccupied for long. Her tricky mind conjured countless scenarios, imagining the almost listless ways a mass casualty event could injure someone. Hope was a thin thread that she placed her bets on; Dana knew her. They punched, kicked and spit at her on the job, but still she had kept coming back for more.

She couldn’t say the same anymore; it was getting harder to reflect on the good times, without the awful moments overpowering the rest. Today was the latest in a long line of violence that had pushed over the edge into thoughts of if she was going to come back. If this was all really worth it. There wasn’t even enough time to take a breath between incoming patients. Once the panic subsided, Dana could ponder what came next only after they had attended to all critically unwell patients.

With the stream of gurneys and wheelchairs, the patients had blurred without the coloured wristbands to identify them. Dana wandered would she had missed Robby’s ex-wife in the crush? She had been a close friend in another life. She couldn’t recall the last time that she had met up for coffee and a catch up. Aside from a few brief moments at Central, before another call come in over the airwaves, summoning back to work.

Dana tried to think back to the last time that they had been in the same room. Silence had reigned for months. Robby might not have shouted from the rooftops, but Dana had seen the more subtle signs. Firstly, it had been the ring protector falling by the wayside, then his wedding band vanished from his golden chain, but finally it had been the growing closeness between himself and Heather. It might have a brief few months, but a bond had formed. It had its share of ups and downs, but the damage wasn’t as visible.

The tether had fizzled away; it had been what they both had needed in the moment. Passing affection and physical attraction hadn’t been enough to develop into a more permanent and lasting connection. Princess and Perlah had noted the changes. Quick gossip followed, its impact lessened only by awareness that one relationship ended to begin another.

Black lines that hadn’t been there before floated up to the surface of Dana’s thoughts. A tattoo? She had never questioned the fresh addition, wondering which design had you chosen? Robby had a few, but you had been a blank canvas.

With her thoughts misaligned, Dana needed to stay calm in the storm’s eye. This was what the department required her to be, even in the hours past the end of her shift. The one who led them through the push, over the edge, straight into no-man’s-land. As the mask slipped back into place, she couldn’t help but frown at the sight of the few heavily armed SWAT teams roaming around the halls. They hadn’t been there a few minutes ago?

This abrupt development put her further on guard. This was far from good news.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------The department was rushed off its feet as soon as one patient would be taken up to surgery or the ICU floor, two additional patients had taken their place. It was never ending; Frank Langdon and Cassie McKay were working in a familiar rhythm formed in the past two years that they had worked solidly side by side. In that time, they had gotten used to the speed that each other worked at, but they had also gotten to know one another on a more professional basis, but tidbits of their personal lives would slip through the gaps now and then. McKay’s centred more around her son Harrison, whereas Langdon tended to ebb and flow with the emotional state of his marriage.

Frank was more aware of the fallout of Robby’s marriage, but Cassie had only met the ex-wife in passing. The connection to Dr Robinavitch fell at the wayside; to McKay, she was just another paramedic who preferred to work nights. On the rare occasion that Cassie was rotated in to cover a night shift, this had been where they crossed paths for the first time. She had seemed nice enough, quiet, but there had been an underlying playfulness that came to the surface whenever Dr Abbot was around.

There was a story, a history between the pair of them, not that anyone dared to comment on the exact nature of their connection when she had brought it up. It wasn’t worth antagonising Abbot, so Cassie let it go. Never given it much thought, as it had been nearly eight months since her last night shift, Frank hadn’t been as lucky. His last night was less than a week prior; it had been far from an easy shift to boot.

Cassie watched as the next patient was wheeled in, an unconscious female, dressed in what looked like the standard issue trousers worn by paramedics, topped with a once white shirt coated in dirt and blood. Paramedics had been at the Festival in an official capacity, yet her patient seemed familiar, but many crew passed through those doors on a nearly hourly basis.

“Shit, you know who that is, right?” The sound of Langdon’s voice floated in as he made his way over whilst McKay was midway through her assessment. Cassie shook her head as she continued on, focused on carrying out the basic steps of a complete neurological exam considering her presentation. “Should I?”

“That’s Robby’s ex-wife” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

7:30pm

Frustration was bubbling up within Trinity swiftly returned to the yellow zone. With no attending trailing behind, they were on their own. This was not the outcome that she had been hoping for when she had gone searching for an attending.

“I tried. No attendings available,” she announced as she approached Dr Mel King, who remained at the patient’s bedside, still working on the unconscious man. Trinity moved through, trying to find her next interesting case, whilst keeping an eye out for any available attending.

“Okay,” she muttered to herself, as she surveyed each patient that she passed by; nothing immediately stood out. One gurney caught her eye; as she made her approach, Trinity slipped on a fresh pair of sterile gloves ready to make her assessment.

“All right” As Trinity slipped effortlessly into doctor mode, as her gaze dropped to the open wounds upon the young man’s legs that Nurse Donnie was cleaning with large pieces of gauze.

“Okay, those look pretty superficial.” Santos commented as she took in what she could see; the wounds on his leg might be large but were shallow.

“Might’ve been fragments from a ricochet off the ground.” Donnie replied, as he had been the one tending to the wounds; she listened to his assessment as her mind turned over the information as she worked out the possible next steps.

“Lost a lot of blood, but you’re gonna be okay, bro.” As she carefully lifted up the heavily stained remains of what once had been a trouser leg to inspect the wound for herself. The ease of his interaction spoke of a familiarity with her patient that she had not noticed until this point. Did Donnie know this young man? Trinity was left wondering the possibilities as her mind raced.

“It’s not bad. Just put me back in the wheelchair.” The young man answered; this was not even an option as Santos knew what the outcome might be if they allowed their patient to get out of the bed before his legs were bandaged up. She could not risk his wounds opening further and him bleeding out.

“No, no, stay in bed with your leg up.” She said, before continuing on speaking as she cautioned him bluntly. “We don’t want you oozing to death.” As she left the bedside to see what the other doctors had landed as Javedi helped move another gurney through the department into the yellow zone.

“Samira, what you got?” Trinity loudly asked; waiting patiently for Dr Mohan to answer.

“Opiate OD needs observation after Narcan.” For Santos, that was far too pedestrian, too ordinary and, to put it plainly, boring. Not for her. This was what came with festivals; drugs and overdoses were a dime a dozen but there were more interesting patients than this. There was nothing to learn, no interesting procedures to practise or carry out solo. “Ugh, boring. No, thank you.” Trinity swiftly replied before moving on as she turned her back and walked back toward Mel.

“Mel, how’s Ganja Grayson?” She called out, inquiring about the status of the patient with a newly christened nickname. The man was a true hippie as she walked the few meters back over to the bay.

“Um, we can put him in pink whilst he waits for ICU.” She listened to the words of her senior doctor, as the man’s condition had continued to worsen since falling unconscious; without the typical methods of investigations available, there was little they could actually do in the here and now. He needed a CT scan, but it would be hours before he could be sent up for one.

“Okay. One second.” Santos curiously watched on as Whitaker moved closer to the patient with a probe that had been plugged into his phone. Yet Samira beat her to the punch, speaking first. “What are you doing?”

“I’m checking the retina.” Trinity patiently watched the back-and-forth exchange, as it seemed that Huckleberry was chasing a cause. He was thinking creatively to find a solution to help Mr Grayson.

“For detachment?” Samira continued on, adding a potential diagnosis to the pile, but Whitaker responded with his own reasoning. As he used the phone screen to measure the distance from one end of the optic nerve to the other. With the swipe of a finger on a touchscreen. “For Intracranial pressure by measuring the optic nerve sheath, which is—holy shit—10 millimeters” He quickly pulled away with the news of this recent development.

What Huckleberry had uncovered was wild. As Victoria Javedi spoke up, running through the encyclopaedic amount of medical knowledge that was rushing through her mind, much like they all did with each fresh case.

“What’s normal? 5?” She asked, knowing the answer from the countless neurology seminar and skills labs that they had all attended whilst studying. As they memorised a plethora of textbooks with case studies and long lists of symptoms and treatments outlined in great detail.

“Yeah, 5” Whitaker replied, as the answer unfolded, as Mel was the one to offer up what was the most likely conclusion. “It’s an Intracranial bleed. ”One had they all had swiftly come to with the discovery of the expansion of his optic nerve, it was practically doubled in size! This was becoming a wildly more interesting case than the OD.

“The pressure’s been building up.” Trinity had turned her to listen as Mel continued on with her explanation of Mr Grayson’s condition. “There’s no blown pupil.”

“Yeah, not yet. Trinity replied, knowing that as soon as the pressure reached a critical level, then his pupil would likely blow. But if he keeps bleeding in his skull, he’s going to die.” This was not the moment to sugar coat what was going to occur if they just stood around and did nothing. This man was inching closer and closer to the edge with every passing second.

“Yeah, he needs a one-inch, uh, burr hole in his—with a cranial drill.” Mel spoke through what was needed, stuttering over words as she started to move away from the patient. “I’m just gonna see if neurosurgery’s here.”

“We don’t have time to wait for Neuro.” Trinity watched as Dr Samira Mohan stepped up to the plate, taking over the case. Santos might have a rough around the edge approach to medicine, her bedside manner might need tweaking, but she did not wish to risk her internship on her very first day. For intern to attempt burr holes without the supervision of an attending that was a Grey’s Anatomy level of madness that would quickly hand a one-way ticket to the psych ward. No, thank you. However, she was more than happy to assist if Mohan was taking the lead.

Mohan had rushed off to collect the supplies that she needed, returning the bay once she had what was required to start the procedure. “I got Betadine and a 10cc syringe.” Announcing each step as she continued on. Whitaker had been the one to speak up, asking a basic but necessary question. His tone wavering as he worked through his jumbled up thoughts. “Should we intubate, hyperventilate?”

“Mannitol decreases ICP.” Victoria answered; Trinity was still mentally referring to her as Crash. The nickname was not going anywhere fast. Once she had handed one, she rarely would change it unless continually pushed too. She would count on one hand the number of times that she had altered one of her famous nicknames. Javedi’s reply was factually accurate, as Trinity recalled the effects of Mannitol on the intercranial pressure and the outcome of this situation if the drug was delivered.

However, before anyone could blink; Samira had picked up an IO drill and made her first burr hole, drilling into the side of Mr Grayson’s head to relieve the pressure.

“Holy shit! What the hell?” All at once, the three of them responded in tandem in equal parts shock and horror at what they had just witnessed. An unconventional use of an IO drill to carry out a neurological procedure to administer burr holes and reduce the built up intercranial pressure. This day couldn’t get any wilder. Samira had proven to be more resourceful and more impressive than Trinity’s earlier impression; she wasn’t as stiff as she had initially appeared to be.

“Relieving Intracranial pressure so he doesn’t die.” Samira replied as used the first 10cc syringe, drawing back as Whitaker cut in with his next question. “With an IO drill?” Samira shrugged back, this was the best option that was to hand. Trinity chose this moment to speak up; now that she wouldn’t the first one to attempt such a out of left field procedure, there was no way that she wouldn’t let the opportunity slid by. “That’s sick. I get the next one.”

“Long as it’s not on me.” Trinity wanted to burst out laughing at the patient in the next bay’s words, as normally there wouldn’t be the chance for this kind of interaction. His words might still be more slurred as he slowly recovered from the effects of the overdose, but the meaning was crystal clear.

“What the fuck?” Dr Emery Walsh exclaimed as she leaned over to see Dr Mohan seated at the patient’s side, already performing the procedure. Mohan had caught her gaze briefly before returning to continuing to drain blood. “Draining the ICH with an EZ-IO.” The atmosphere grew tense in the presence of Dr Walsh, the no nonsense trauma surgeon.

“40 cc’s out so far.” Confused by the sight of the unsupervised unconventional procedure being carried out, night shift charge nurse Bridget approached Mohan for an explanation. “Like she said, what the fuck?”

“There was a case report in the 2022 Journal of Emergency Medicine.” Trinity focused on her task of preparing for the intubation, still heard most of Mohan’s explanation. “Patient survive?” The back and forth was not important as she continued on as Samira confidentially spoke through her reasoning for her actions. “Went home neurologically intact.”

Whitaker squeezed his way, with the screen showing the most recent data from the scan. “The optic sheath is back to normal.”

This was all good news as Victoria noticed that Mr Grayson had began to move. “Starting purposely movements.” Santos slid up with the intubation tube, prepared, ready to step in.

“Ready to intubate.” She announced as Mel then added in her orders as they proceeded forward. “Propofol, Rock, and Mannitol.” There was a rush that came when completing a successful procedure for the first time; she might’ve had a minor role, but still it was still such a head rush.

“I’ll let neurosurgery know. We’ll get him up ASAP.” Emery Walsh was clearly unimpressed with their reckless abandon with the rules, with the standard of care, but she would inform neurosurgery of this latest development as this patient moved further up the list. As she began to walk away, Walsh reach her walkie talkie ready to reach out to Neurosurgery primary lead.

“Incredible save.” Those words, as soon as they were spoken, caused her to turn her head and mutter in response.. “If he lives.” Trinity had made quick of work of inserting the intubation tube and working it past the vocal cords in the moments that followed as they got Mr Grayson ready to head up for surgery.

“I’m in.” She declared, as Whitaker bagged the end and check to see if everything was in the right place. “Uh, end-tidal looks good.” Everything was coming up as a success, as a win. The nursing staff stepped in, ready to get the last jobs ticked off; this was where they stepped off the case.

“Okay, OR team can take it from here.” Bridget said as she effortlessly moved around the head of the bed, mentally running through the checklist that was required before any patient headed up to the OR.

“We need to check on the others.” Mel added as she moved away; Trinity added her two cents in the mix, never missing a beat, as she used a nickname before heading back towards her patient with the leg wound. Knowing the effect that it had on Victoria, knowing that it rubbed her up the wrong way. “I should get back to Pink. Stay Strong Crash.”

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Trinity turned her head, noting Mel across the way, standing in front of where some supplies sat on top of a movable station. As she checked with Mel on her thoughts as her patient’s bandage was now sodden, heavy as he had bled through the layers that Donnie had wrapped tightly round. “He bled through his Kerlix.”

It was almost as if she could see the cog turning as Mel shuttered over the words as she considered, then rejected, the possibilities until she landed the right option. “Um…elastic—elastic pressure dressing-yep.”

“Okay, got it.” She nodded and got to work retrieving her correct type of bandage from the tray with the bandages that sat neatly on top of the station. Plucking exactly what was required to re-bandage the small holes on his lower leg.

“All right. Got a better bandage, and we’re gonna elevate your leg.” Trinity announced as she made her way back over to where her patient was still laying. She places the supplies on the bed, picking up the scissors and begins cutting off the blood soaked old one.

“Do you know what’s happening with my girlfriend? Her name is Leah. She was shot in the chest.” She can understand the worry in his voice, as it trembles when he mentions her name. However, all incoming patients had been assigned a number. Names were not a necessity during a mass casualty event and his girlfriend would have been rushed off to the Red zone if she sustained a gunshot wound to the chest.

“I’m sorry. We have a ton of patients, and they are only marked by numbers.” Santos tried her best to be as sympathetic as possible as she continued on with her explanation. Her eyes darting between his and the wound as she worked on.

“Robby and Dana were working on her—they were doing CPR.” Now this piece of information that he had freely offered caught her attention. Much like the bloody paramedic jacket had, her mind still would wander back to the name stitched into the fabric. She wanted to chase that hypothetic thread till it was completely unravelled.

“How do you know Robby and Dana?” Santos was curious to find out as she asked, to know more about the people that she would be working alongside for the duration of this rotation.

“Robby and my mom were together for a couple of years, and I would—I would come, and I’d hang out here.” This was the definition of a juicy gossip; Dr Robinavitch seemed like a closed book. With no way to breakthrough that thick protective shell, that doubled as his professional mask. There was more to the man than just the doctor. She noticed his face twist as pain washed over him, as she disinfected and cleaned the wound site.

“Well, I’m sure if they’re helping her, then she’s in great hands.” Her words only meant to reassure his deepening worry. Even with the knowledge gained from this single shift, their combined strength was evident, a force to be reckoned with. “Can you check for me, please?” It was hard not to feel sorry for him; considering all that he had in this one day. “Sure, Of course. Just after I finish this.” She nodded as she agreed to help him out with one small task.

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8pm

The florescent lights, albeit harsh under normal conditions, were a drop in the ocean on his list of concerns. Dr Jack Abbot, sharp-eyed, thrived in these conditions. A mass casualty was similar enough to working under the threat of a war zone.

This was where he did his best work, where his skills were truly put to the test. He could not ignore the call to action that came over the airwaves, as he listened to his police scanner that sat at his side as he had wound down for the day. All in the knowledge of what this day meant to Robby, an anniversary that no-one who worked through the heights of the pandemic would ever simply put aside. It was locked away, compartmentalised with all the other bad days. Each under lock and key, he was chipping away one at a time with his therapist.

Holding true to his promise to her, his wife and the memory of their life together. The ring on his finger was well-loved, but time had worn away the last restoration. A trip to the jeweller would be scheduled tomorrow, in between shifts. Each wave of new patients, of scared victims, drew him further into his element. With a cool and level head, Jack worked seamlessly with the tight team within the Red zone. Each was a cog in a machine fighting to save each patient from the jaws of death. Mourning each loss in the few seconds between that patient and the next being wheeled in.

Each would be remembered long after this voluntary shift had concluded. His gaze was trained upon his next patient; despite that, it would wander over to Robby now and then. His demeanour had shifted, there was anger that usually lingered far beneath the surface bubbling up. He was burst soon rather than later, but Jake and his fatally injured girlfriend had become the linchpin.

As soon as he had noticed that gurney being pushed through the doors, Jack had clocked the heartbreak upon the kid’s face, knowing that it would be mirrored on Robby’s. He had fought tooth and nail to keep her alive; it was a fruitless, uphill battle. One that he could never get in front of, as the wound to heart was just too severe. He had seen many in the heart of battle, presenting much the same way Jack knew what the outcome would be.

With all the time in the world, there still would be slim chances of coming back from a shot to the heart. Each new unit of blood was a cause of concern; two had been the agreed upon limit, but Robby had quickly reached for another and then the next. That limit had been reached and doubled. He could glean the depths of desperation as clear as day as Robby clutched at every available straw. Holding on the vaguest string of hope, fighting for Leah, for Jake.

There was no happy ending, not this go around. No last-minute miracle solution would be found, this was bare bones reality, not some half-baked medical dramas that his wife had loved, the ones which he sat through season after season for each smile, the laughter and tears that she had circled through. Whilst he pointed out the medical mistakes and inaccuracies. She had once joked that she could turn into a drinking game and be easily under the table by the halfway mark of a single episode. God, he missed her.

His mind would wander in the moments between the screams, but never for long enough for Jack to vanish into the what-ifs. He needed to be in the here and now as the darkness crept closer. It was where he felt most comfortable, out of the light of day. Away from his most painful memories, as they always returned.

The same could be said about Robby; had his own heartbreak manifested as he tirelessly worked on Leah? Had he envisioned his ex-wife beneath his blooded gloved finger tips as he fought to get the girl’s heart to beat once again. Had her image flickered, replacing the young woman for less than a second before switching back. He might hesitate for a split second if she had been wheeled into his care, but thankfully she hadn’t.

Heading up to Neuro ICU

The familiar vocal tones of Dr Frank Langdon could be heard as he moved his latest patient up to the Neuro section of the ICU floor up on the level six. Out of the corner of his eye, Jack caught a sight of the gurney as he made his way back into the heart of the red zone; No, it couldn’t be her lying there. Jack was in no position to chase after Langdon as he disappeared into the elevator shaft.

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comatosebunny09 · 10 months ago

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first class | sylus

summary: sylus likes to play dangerous games. today, you happen to be his rook piece. warning(s): female anatomy described, explicit language, dirty talk, bodily fluids, exhibitionism, reader's attire is described, profanity, blue balls of the female persuasion, praise kink now playing: devil's advocate - the neighbourhood notes: something i threw in @muvaginger's inbox. i'm sorry for my mind. thank you for reading, lovebugs.

Sylus, but calling you when you’ve just gotten off work.

“Are you home?” he asks, all husky on the other end. He knows you aren’t if the telltale shadow cast by a crow circling overhead is anything to go by.

“Not yet.”

“Well, get there.” Amusement resides in his voice. You have half a mind to tell him off for bossing you around like that. Like you don’t secretly enjoy it.

“Yeah, yeah. On my way.”

You hang up and shove your phone into your pocket. Put your helmet on, throwing your leg over your bike’s seat and settling on the cushion. Start it, the engine purring to life beneath you. After waving goodbye to Tara, you peel off, zipping through the energetic streets of Linkon towards your home.

Inside the lobby, your phone buzzes again. You roll your eyes, shoving your earpiece into your ear as you trudge through the lobby.

“What!” you grate out.

“Moving a little too slow there, kitten.”

If only you could punch him through the phone. You tamp down your anger, switching tactics. “What’s this about, anyway?”

He chuckles low and throaty, the sound of it prickling your brain. “Patience is a virtue.”

You scoff. “You’re one to talk.” Asshole, you add inwardly.

You catch the elevator to the floor where your apartment resides. Slide your key in, easing through the door into your entryway. Barely have time to set your keys down before a sharp rapping snaps your attention to the door.

“Open it,” Sylus orders.

Hesitant, you pivot towards it. Fingers twitch near your hip where your gun’s holstered. Slowly, you reach for the handle, mindful of your steps.

A soft laugh rings in your ear.

“Easy, sweetheart. It’s not an ambush. If I wanted to off you, I would’ve done so by now.”

“I never know with you,” you clip back, turning the doorknob.

After mentally counting to three, you throw the door open and peek outside. Silence and an empty hallway greet you. You glance left and right. Up and down the hall until a large, crimson box catches in your peripheral, seated on your doormat. You fetch it, admiring the black ribbon intricately wrapped around it.

“What’s this?” you query, kicking your door shut once you’re back inside.

“A gift.”

“Another one?”

His tone swims with nonchalance. “What can I say? I enjoy spoiling you rotten.”

You test the weight of the box. Shake it, hearing tissue paper and something heavy stir inside.

“Open it.”

You oblige. Tear the ribbon and top off, eyes curiously raking over the box’s contents. Inside is a long, black trench coat. Beneath that rests a long-sleeved, silk blouse. Deeper still lies a simple miniskirt, and you test its material between your fingers. It all looks and feels incredibly expensive despite its simplicity.

“Put it on,” Sylus instructs through the stillness.

“What? Why?”

“Because you have a train to catch in—” A brief pause. “One hour.”

“What the fuck? A train? An hour? Sylus—”

“Time is ticking, sweetie.”

The phone clicks with his exit.

You throw the clothes onto your couch, scrutinizing them over folded arms, chewing your lip. It’s 50 degrees out. Where the hell does he think you’re going dressed like this? Does he plan to use you as bait or something?

Your phone buzzes again on your coffee table. You fetch it to see a QR code for a train ticket sitting in your inbox.

“Shit,” you hiss, scrambling for your bathroom to shower. He’s serious. There really is no time to spare.

He’d better have a good reason for being so cryptic.

—

“The second to last car,” he husks in your ear. “Meet me there in five.”

Your lips contort into a scowl. You rip your earpiece out, wending through the train’s other passengers to pursue your goal.

In the corners of your vision, the scenery outside the windows eases by. Greenery nestled beneath the snow, somewhere remote. It’s beautiful. You take time to admire the sights before finding your way to the second to last car.

The door slides shut behind you. It’s quiet, save for the occasional rumble of the train upon the tracks. The passengers here are sparse. It’s a luxury cabin, decked with armchairs, faux plants, and an expensive carpet.

You survey the area, spotting an unmistakable thatch of white nestled in the rear seat. Try to mask your giddiness as you make your way towards the back. It’s been a few days since you’ve last seen him.

Wordlessly, he motions to the seat across from him when you venture to his side, wearing that customary smirk. You plop down, folding your arms. Bite back a smile of your own, favoring a frown.

“What’s this all about?”

Sylus leans back in an easy slouch, and the way he manspreads makes your mouth water. He peers down at you from his nose, draping a long arm over the headrest of his seat. His turtleneck and coat do little to disguise the power of his body. The tendons in his neck dance. Jaw flexes. He motions to your lap with a flick of his gaze.

“Touch yourself,” he rasps.

Your eyes grow comically wide. “Excuse me?!” you hiss, mindful of your volume. Look around to ensure no one’s the wiser to your conversation. No hello. No I’ve missed you. No preamble whatsoever.

His smug look doesn’t waver. “Don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart.” There’s an underlying edge to his voice. One that doesn’t leave room for argument. Still, you contest him.

“Sylus, there are people here!”

That enraged whisper thing you do—it’s endearing.

Sylus’ eyes darken with something sinister. He hasn’t stopped watching you since the moment you sat down. Hasn’t stopped raking his eyes over your honeysuckle thighs, your hips.

“They can watch,” he drawls with an innocent shrug.

“Sylus!”

“Sweetie, I’m not asking.” Though he bears an expression of amusement, you can tell he means business. Consequences typically follow when you don’t heed him. Delicious consequences.

You swallow thickly. Sylus’ silhouette blurs as you survey the car over his shoulder. There are at least three other passengers here, all seated near the door you came through. More than enough distance between you. Your lover bleeds back into focus, his brow raised in challenge.

With a weighted sigh, you shift to make yourself more comfortable. Loosen the tie of your coat, drawing it open whilst easing your hips forward. Hesitantly spread your legs, feeling Sylus’ optics tuned to your every move. Something hot and sticky has already begun to gather in your panties, and your nipples tighten beneath the frail silk of your blouse.

He cutely cocks his head to the side when you hesitate. Eyes narrow. “What’s wrong, sweetie,” he croons all low. You feel it coiling in your stomach. “Scared?”

You cut your eyes to him, mouth drawn into a tight line. Of course you are. You’ve never done anything like this. He’s introduced you to all kinds of things. Uncovered fantasies lurking deep in your mind. Discovered all the erogenous zones on your body you never knew you housed, but—

Exhibitionism is new. Dangerous. And somehow, the thought of it makes you wetter.

“Go on,” he soothes. Encourages, irises dipping into a mysterious shade of garnet.

Your body moves of its own volition, spellbound. Thighs part a little more, hands smoothing over plump flesh. You sigh out, leaning back as you drag your nails over the inner curve of your thighs, bunching your skirt up towards your hips. A little more enthusiastic now, teasing your swollen outer labia with the knuckles of your thumbs.

Sylus’ mouth parts slightly. His gaze flickers downward, entranced by the show and the soft hitch of your breath. He looks back into your eyes, clicking his tongue in discovery. Reaches out a sizable hand, leaning towards you with his elbows digging into the pockets of his knees.

“Panties. Take them off.”

Your tummy sparkles with heat. He quirks a brow. He’s serious. It’s not enough to touch yourself like this in public. He wants you bare and exposed, staining the armchair with your heat.

Without a word, you shimmy out of your underwear. Thin and frill as they slide down your calves, over your ankles to pool at your feet. You compliantly deposit them into his hand. A bitten-off growl brews in his chest. He falls back against his seat, stuffing your panties into his coat’s inner pocket for safekeeping. Signals for you to keep going, fully invested in this game.

You repeat the process from before. And it’s a new sensation now, the crisp air of the train car kissing your sticky pussy. You try to think of other things. Try to distract yourself from the smolder of his gaze and how it makes your body hum and your mind fill with smoke.

You think about his fingers instead of yours, stroking down the slit of your pussy. His fingers rubbing at the hood of your clitoris, drawing it back to stroke your pretty, swollen clit. His thumbs sliding over your nipples, causing your back to arch, his tongue laving at the space behind your ear…

Your hips stutter. You stifle a moan. Sylus slides in and out of focus, your vision fogging around the corners. He chuckles amorously, shifting in his seat. “Don’t stop,” he nurtures, eyes burning like a feverish flame. His dick sits heavy in his slacks, slowly hardening and twitching.

You salivate. Knowing that he’s enjoying this as much as you gradually are—fuck. You bite your lip, propping your leg on the chair’s arm. Spread nice and wide for him, your pussy on full display.

You rut against your fingers, your face screwed up in rapture. Legs quiver each time the pads of your fingers bump your messy clit. You construct a rhythm that’s maddeningly slow and torturous. Feel that sparkling rush lazily pooling between your thighs, but it’s not enough. Wanna be filled and stuffed to the brim with cum.

His cum.

A glimpse at Sylus reveals something that makes you throb. He’s touching himself. Humping into the palm of his hand, hot and weighted through the thick layers of his clothes. Fuck. You pulse.

“Syl,” you sob quietly, wetly, wantonly. “Syl, please—”

“Use your fingers,” he breathes all ragged. “Inside.” Angles his head back until it thumps against the headrest. Doesn’t look away, still rucking his hips up into the heel of his palm like the slow undulation of a wave.

You indulge, circling the pucker of your pussy with your fingers. Steadily work one inside, and you sigh, tossing your head back. Caress your tits with your free hand, plucking your nipples to their peaks as you drive your finger in and out. The lewd, squelching sounds you make as you torture yourself causes your walls to clench down.

Sylus’ voice crackles, pouring through the fizzy haze that’s settled over you.

“One more. You can take one more, can’t you, sweetie?”

You moan at how his voice oozes like warm milk and honey. You’re obedient, gradually adding another, pumping in and out. A thick ring of cream collects around your knuckles. It’s still not enough. Never enough.

“That’s my girl,” he lauds, relief in his timbre. “So good for me. So, so good.”

“Sylus,” you sob, fucking yourself a little faster. Wish it were him instead, filling you up and pumping you with the briny edge of his cum. There’s a warm fluid trickling down your leg. Heat spooling in your tummy.

He greedily ingests the sight of you fucking yourself, groaning hoarsely. You’re so close to spilling over the edge, so close to losing yourself to an orgasm. And you would—

If not for the sound of footfalls nearing your position.

“Shit!” you hiss, snapping your legs shut. Work your skirt into some semblance of neatness, throwing your coat over your legs. Your cheeks and neck are aflame, pulse pounding in your throat, pussy throbbing.

You don’t make eye contact as the gentleman passes, too busy looking at your fingers in your lap. He’s none the wiser to the goings on in your section—or, at least, he acts like he isn’t—as he bows with a small smile, slipping through the door behind. Sylus tracks his every move, and if looks could kill…

Your heart thrums heavily in your ears. You caution a glance at your boyfriend, taking in his flushed cheeks, his heaving chest. He’d thrown his coat over his lap to disguise the monster pressing against the seam of his trousers.

You lock eyes. His lips pull into a scowl as he sits up, pitching himself forward. Cants his head to one side, voice abrasive and low.

“Did I tell you to close your fucking legs?”

A thrill racks through you. It’s rare that he curses, only sullying his tongue when he’s upset or too far gone. It turns your stomach to a primordial ooze. Without warning, Sylus gathers himself up, snatching your wrist along with him.

You stumble like a baby fawn to your feet, gazing into those eyes that dwindle like liquid spilled over burning coals.

“We aren’t done here, sweetheart,” he promises with a tense jaw. Tugs you from your seat and down the aisle, all the while fishing for something in his pocket. A quick glance reveals a barcode, and a number printed in bold letters on a bit of plastic. A keycard. The sneaky little…

He peers at you over his shoulder as you both maneuver through the throng of passengers in the remaining cars, back towards the front. Your features warm with a smile. Legs tingle.

You weren’t aware that this train had sleeper cars, but you’re grateful to know it does. Your body buzzes with the prospect of what’s to come. He’s not done with you, indeed.

hair down | masterlist | nuisance

#sylus x reader #sylus x you #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #sylus #lnds sylus #l&ds sylus #sylus imagine #sylus smut #sylus qin #lnds smut

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countdown-to-living-the-dream · 3 months ago

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what is tomodachi life

Put your Mii centre stage in a world full of possibilities with Tomodachi Life, a quirky game starring you and everyone you know, only on Nintendo 3DS family systems. Populate your very own island paradise with the Mii characters of your choice and watch the drama unfold!

Bring your Mii characters to life!

You can create a Mii character from scratch, using a photo, or transfer in a Mii you’ve already created from Mii Maker. In Tomodachi Life, you can give your Mii a voice and set their personality, which determines how they’ll act, what sort of things they’ll say and much more!

Once you’ve moved your Mii into a new home at Mii Apartments, bring the place to life by creating the Mii characters of your family, friends, or anyone else you can think of! If you put your favorite people in your game, surprising things can happen! You can also receive Mii characters from other players via Local Play or by scanning QR Code patterns.

Look after them!

Up to 100 Mii characters can move in to the Mii Apartments and each one will need looking after. You can hang out with all your Mii characters, give them gifts, help to customize their apartments, and play minigames. Try different things to figure out what makes each one happy!

Check back every day…

Helping your Mii characters realize their hopes and dreams is rewarding but so is sitting back and watching the amazing, ridiculous, silly, hilarious drama of Tomodachi Life! Some residents may become friends, fall out, maybe even fall in love…assuming a love rival doesn’t step in! They might need your advice, so check in on them every day to see what they get up to!

Explore your new home

Your Tomodachi Life unfolds on two islands packed with interesting shops and places to hang out! The stock in shops changes every day, so you'll always find something new. To start, just a few areas are available, but in time other areas will unlock, letting you enjoy these awesome islands in all their glory!

The days and seasons pass on your islands just like in the real world. Keep your eyes peeled for special events every day.

Among others, you’ll unlock a café where you’re sure to overhear some bizarre conversations, a Concert Hall where your Mii characters can get together to perform songs and an Amusement Park filled with fun activities – including an RPG called TOMODACHI QUEST!

Anything can happen!

If a couple has a kid of their own, sooner or later that little person will grow up and want their own space. You can give them their own place in Mii Apartments, or send them off traveling around the world! They can go on a trip to visit other player’s islands via StreetPass, and you might just receive some visitors or goods from other islands, too! With SpotPass, you can also receive letters or photos from a Mii who is off traveling the world.

What will happen in your Tomodachi Life?

Create Mii characters, give them all unique personalities, and help them realize their hopes and dreams

Explore the island and discover fun new ways to care for and entertain your islanders

Witness silly, funny, or just plain awesome moments and show them off with screenshots!

Check back every day to see what crazy things your residents get up to!

at least thats what the nintendo page says

#miiblr #tomodachi life #counttotomodachi asks

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soon-palestine · 11 months ago

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An interactive evacuation zone map, touted by the Israeli military as an innovation in humanitarian process, was revealed to rely on a subset of an internal Israeli military intelligence database. The US-based software developer who revealed the careless error has determined -> that the database was in use since at least 2022 and was updated through December of 2023.

On Tuesday, July 9th, we discovered an interactive version of the evacuation map while examining a page on the IDF's Arabic-language website accessible via a QR code -> published on an evacuation order leaflet.

The map is divided into "population blocks" an IDF term to refer to the 620 polygons used to divide Gaza into sectors that a user can zoom into and out of.

However each request to the site pulls not only the polygon -> boundaries but the demographic information assigned to that sector, including which families - and how many. members - live there.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐩𝐬:

Evacuation maps have played a central role -> in determining which sectors of Gaza were deemed "safe", but repeated instances of Israeli bombing in "safe" sectors has prompted international bodies to state "nowhere in Gaza is safe"

To determine how these sectors have been affected over time, assess the presence of vital -> civilian infrastructure, and gauge the potential impact on the population following the military's evacuation calls to Gaza City residents, the latest of which was two days ago, our team created a map tied to a database using software known as a "geographic information system” -> With the help of volunteer GIS developers, our map of Gaza included individual layers for hospitals, educational facilities, roads, and municipal boundaries.

This endeavor took an unexpected turn earlier this week when we started to work on -> the layer of "evacuation population blocks"

using a map shared to the Israeli military's Arabic site. Unlike static images, these maps responded interactively to zooming and panning. A software developer suggested that dynamic interaction was possible because the coordinates -> of various "population blocks" were delivered to the browser with each request, potentially retrieving the coordinates of the "population blocks" in real time and overlaying them on the map we were building.

The software developer delved into the webpage's source code -> —a practice involving the inspection of code delivered to every visitor's browser by the website. The source code of every website is publicly available and delivered to visitors on every page request. It functions "under the hood" of the website and can be viewed without -> any specialized tools or form of hacking.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐚

Upon examination, the data retrieved by the dynamic evacuation map included much more than just geographical coordinates. The source code contained a table from an unknown GIS -> database with numerous additional fields labelled in Hebrew.

These fields included population estimates for each block, details of the two largest clans in each block (referred to as “CLAN”), rankings based on unknown criteria -> and timestamps indicating when records were last updated.

Some data terms, such as "manpower_e," were ambiguous for us to interpret, possibly referring to either the number of fighters or the necessary personnel to maintain the area -> Using this information we determined that Block 234, Abu Madin was last updated on 27 April 2022. This suggests that Israel's effort to divide Gaza into 620 "population blocks" began one and a half years before the current Israeli offensive -> Additional modification dates indicate that the military updated data in this field regularly throughout October and November, before formally publishing it on the arabic Israeli military webpage on December 1, 2023.

It appears that the IDF has accidentally published -> a subset of their internal intelligence

GIS database in an effort to impress the world with a novel, humanitarian evacuation aid. It is easier to retrieve a database in its entirety than to write a properly selective query. Such mistakes are common among programmers that lack -> experience, security training, or are simply unwilling or unable to do meet standard data security requirements for a project.

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 -> In January, Israeli security chiefs proposed a plan for "the day after" where Palestinian clans in the Gaza Strip would temporarily administer the coastal enclave. In this concept, each clan would handle humanitarian aid and resources for their local regions. Israeli assessments of the proposal suggested such a plan would fail due to "lack of will" and retaliation by Hamas against clans willing to collaborate with the army. The plan has since been modified to include Hamas-free “bubbles,” (as reported by the Financial Times) -> where local Palestinians would gradually take over aid distribution responsibilities.

As this plan is to be initially implemented in Beit Hanoun and Beit Lahia. Al-Atatrah Area and Beit Hanoun, we have analyzed the information in the database assigned to those three areas -> Israeli army classified the Al-Atatrah area as region 1741, although there are only 620 'blocks' on the map. The registered population was listed as 949, last updated by the IDF on October 9th. We assume this represents an estimate by the IDF of current residents as of Oct 9th. Residents of Al-Atatrah were among the first to evacuate following the initial bombardment on October 7th and 8th and were not given a formal notification to evacuate. The Israeli military noted that the Abo Halima family comprised 54% of the block’s population -> In area west of the town Beit Hanoun, Israel had desginated the Almasri clan as the largest in the sector, consisting 18% of the block's population. Second largest was the Hamad family, with11% of the block's population. This area were also associated with rankings, however -> without the criteria used to determine the ranking, these numbers are difficult to interpret.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥?

Although some of the data were inadvertently truncated during publication, posing challenges for comprehensive -> interpretation, this database provides a valuable window into the Israeli military's perspective on Gaza.

For one, it prompts questions into why the military had already partitioned Gaza into 620 population blocks a year an a half before October 7th -> This suggests an early inclination to implement a governance policy where clans would assume authoritative roles, as well as detailed population surveillance. Tracking dense populations in the chaos of urban warfare is a difficult task -> It may be that the QR code on the evacuation map actively collects the locations of people who scan it, allowing the IDF to collect real-time data on Palestinians in Gaza as they attempt to find safety.

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#palestine #gaza #free palestine

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renaultphile · 2 months ago

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When I visited Lamb House the sexual orientation of its literary inhabitants (chiefly Henry James and EF Benson) was conspicuous by its absence......

On my way out, however, I spotted a small sticker with a QR code in the corner of the ticket office window inviting me to try a 'queer audio trail of Rye', named, ironically enough, 'Against our vanishing'.

You do not need to be in Rye, or have visited at all, to enjoy this podcast by Diarmuid Hester and David Bramwell, which features some interesting reflections on Fred's writing, commentary on the famous gay inhabitants of Rye, interviews with current residents on Rye's history and 'queer sensibility', and great gossip on the rival EF Benson societies and what they disagree on!

I will be posting in more depth about my findings on Fred over at @fredbensonenthusiast

1/2/3/4

#E.F. Benson #A.C. Benson #Henry James #Radclyffe Hall #Rye #Gay history #Gay literature

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311-mobile-app-citizenengagement · 1 month ago

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Streamlining Resident Engagement Through Geo-Fencing and QR Codes

In today’s digital world, residents expect quick access to information and efficient services from their cities. Civita App, using innovative technologies like Geo-Fencing and QR codes, is helping cities improve how they interact with their residents. These technologies offer simple and effective solutions that enhance communication, streamline services, and make city engagement easier.

What is Geo-Fencing and How Does It Help?

Geo-fencing uses virtual boundaries to track and manage locations in a city. By setting up these boundaries around certain areas, cities can send targeted notifications to residents when they enter these zones. For example, if there’s a street closure, a water outage, or local construction happening in a neighborhood, the Civita App can send an alert to residents within that area.

This feature makes it easier for residents to get information relevant to them, no matter where they are. Whether it’s an emergency notice or a local event, the message is sent directly to their phone, ensuring they are informed and prepared. Geo-fencing also helps cities track service delivery and improve the response times for city services, making operations more efficient.

The Power of QR Codes in City Engagement

Civita App also uses QR code technology to make accessing city services faster and more convenient. These QR codes can be placed on signs, bus stops, parks, government buildings, and other public spaces. When residents scan a QR code with their phone, they instantly access relevant information, services, or city updates.

For example, a resident standing at a bus stop can scan a QR code to check the bus schedule, report a local issue, or find information about upcoming events. The ability to access these services with just a quick scan saves time and ensures residents don’t have to search through websites or call city offices. This helps keep people informed and engaged in their community.

How Geo-Fencing and QR Codes Improve City Services

Together, Geo-Fencing and QR code technology make city services more accessible and efficient. Cities can use QR codes to give residents quick access to everything from local news to service requests. At the same time, Geo-fencing ensures residents receive timely, location-specific updates based on where they are in the city. These tools also offer valuable insights into how residents interact with city services, allowing cities to improve their offerings.

By placing QR codes on public signs or landmarks, cities can provide instant access to things like emergency alerts, city programs, and event information. Geo-fencing, on the other hand, helps cities send updates only to the residents who need them, based on their location. These combined technologies save time, increase engagement, and make sure that residents are always in the loop.

Why Civita App Is Changing the Way Cities Connect with Residents

The Civita App’s use of Geo-fencing and QR code technology makes city engagement easier, faster, and more efficient. These tools ensure that residents are always informed, no matter where they are. Whether it’s getting real-time alerts through Geo-fencing or accessing city services with a quick QR code scan, the Civita App is bringing residents closer to the services they need.

By using these innovative technologies, cities can create smarter, more connected communities where residents feel heard and engaged. As more cities adopt the Civita App, these technologies will play a key role in shaping the future of urban life.

#Geo-Fencing and QR codes #city engagement #QR code for residents #QR code for cities #QR code for government #accessing city services #311 CRM #311 CRM mobile app

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phazepheonix · 7 months ago

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Conservation exhibition and travelling with mers

Dnap, sam and a few other mers become part of a traveling exhibition to raise awareness about littering and how it can affect the smaller mer species, especially colonies mers.

They meet new mers and want to say hi. It's a great way to study how mers from different colonies interact with eachother.

Sam is part of the exhibition too but he's there to raise awareness about the treatment of resident mers and how to report a facility a person may feel like the mers aren't being cared for properly

- How to report anonymously

- What some signs of mistreatment look like

Etc

George is not part of the exhibition unfortunately as it was determined his mental and physical state was too fragile to attempt, the higher ups organising the exhibition felt like being in a plane or on a boat would give his flashbacks. His full story is on the sanctuary's website with a qr code on a banner so his story can still get told even if he's not there.

Dnap and Jordan, who is escorting them from venue to venue, are treated to flying 1st class. They're in a slightly smaller tank for travel that can fit in a plane seat, but the mers really don't mind they spend a lot of the time sleeping.

Dnap enjoy the traveling too, saying hi to the ground workers at airports, the flight attendants and pilots coming to say hi before the plane they're on leaves, getting to see all the new and weird looking buildings and of cause the new mers they get to see.

Sam is a little nervous while travelling, he's too big to be on a normal plane so he's instead transported on a pressurised cargo plane that the handlers that are escorting him can fly on also. A lot of his anxiety come from not being able to see much even though he's fully informed on what's going to happen, he holds one of the handlers' hands for the duration of the flight.

#dteamblr #dtblr #my fic #my wrtitng #sapnap #dreamnap #pandasblr #dreamblr #dreamwastaken #dreblr #awesamdude #awesam

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agentwriter · 9 months ago

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Here’s an LONG ASF infodump about the CPPS I play! The name is Club Penguin Dimensions, my current hyperfixation!

I know how to recognize more than 21 different ciphers to help my friends solve enigmas and such, because playing a Brazilian Club Penguin Private Server moderated by nerds and Gravity Falls fans, I don’t get the privilege of just being casually interested in Club Penguin anymore…

For reference, the guy called CDPI is Raul, a character controlled by the admins and is kinda like our very own Cucurucho… He appears randomly in parties or missions or even hangouts when the server is active (kinda rare because the community is very small but it can happen) and speaks in ciphers and morse code, usually giving us a tease about future events or what the CDPI (Council of The Interdimensional Penguins) has been up to…

There’s also a 125 pages long google docs about the lore (the code and deciphering part, not the actual history lore), it’s still unfinished and doesn’t contain all the codes, and the server has also been alive for only like- One year and a half? Crazy stuff. The list for all the codes that have been used in the game’s lore goes like this:

- Morse Code;

- Galactic Alphabet;

- EPF Secret Code;

- Hidden messages in an audio’s spectrogram;

- ASCII;

- Hidden messages if you edit and photoshop images by changing brightness, saturation and all;

- Braille;

- Nautic Signaling (I think that’s the name? Idk);

- Caesar Cipher;

- Author’s Cipher (from Gravity Falls);

- Steam games ID;

- Base 64;

- Bar Codes and QR Codes;

-!Links on Imgur;

- Binary Code;

- Decimal Binary Coding;

- Masonic Cipher;

- A1Z26 Cipher;

- Jefferson Cipher;

- And the most recent enigma also had Atbash Cipher.

We also got like- 4 Exclusive mascots! Well, one of them is kinda “side character turned mascot”, but you get my point!

Here’s Angie

She’s the newbie working at Club Penguin News, and she’s known for being energetic sunshine and a conspiracy theorist nut! She can go on and on about gnomes for hours and is very passionate about gossiping. Just a cutie pie!

Next we have Bambadee!

Yes! This IS Bambadee! The one guy from the Stowaway Story? So, he went through a bit of a redesign, and his story also went a bit different than his original counterpart… After his first encounter with Rockhopper, he became a part of the Migrator’s crew, constantly adventuring with Rockhopper and Yarr and residing in Rockhopper Island when they’re not out in the seas…

And since he’s confirmed he’s an orphan after bawling his eyes out after someone asked if he has parents in one of his meetups, I headcanon that he sees the captain as a father figure. Bambadee is like- My 2nd favorite mascot, he’s very kind and gentle, but always has a brave attitude that inspires and captivates others. He also has a very strong sense of justice, being very protective of his friends… He’s also canonically in the aromantic spectrum.

Here we got Sunny Morinson!

Sunny is the coolest- A very skilled and dedicated EPF agent that may be one’s of the agency’s best assets. She’s very calm and collected, usually appearing to guide us through EPF missions or to just chill in the coffee shop- She’s a proper coffee addict, works as barista, her best friend is G Billy, and she hangs out with the Penguin Band in the downtime… All the artworks for her events are so pretty istg I love her…

Now, this next guy right here is Guido

Guido is a nice, but overall very mysterious guy. He’s an icon here in Brazil since he’s probably the first brazil exclusive mascot ever created (back when Club Penguin Brasil was still alive), but anyways, he’s and interdimensional traveler and uses his clock to do so, he’s friendly but very lonely, also has the tendency to being shy in front of thera and just being very reserved. He’s also a pretty big deal in the lore, as in the story, when the og island was fated to die along with everyone that didn’t migrate to Club Penguin Island, Guido along with Gary and Rory created a portal to the new island. Guido also has some connections with interdimensional gods and creatures, with me personally theorizing he’s got some secret connections with >v>

And last, we got Ettore Salvaore!

This guy… Is a lot-

Think of Stanford from Gravity Falls but if he was greedy, that’s Ettore. He’s and EPF agent, Gary’s main assistant, a genius in his own right, owner of the PuffleBerry Mall, loves theater and plays and is a time travel fanatic. He’s very morally grey in his actions having caused two disasters in the island because of his power-hungry tendencies. He summoned Scorn after stealing Guido’s clock for time traveling shenanigans at the Medieval Party and made a deal with Box Cipher (yeaa Summerween event was WILD), got possessed in the process and almost destroyed the whole island till the EPF rescued him. He’s kind of an asshole but one of my favs with how charming and elegant he can be while being total boyfailure material lol (he’s also canonically bi)

And those were the exclusive characters! They appear on the island periodically along with other mascots, and also worth noting that Rory is a mascot and the Penguin Band very fleshed out characters and motives in here-

Also noticed how we have a lot of LGBTQ+ characters? Yea we got a gay dimension with a gay catalogue too, accessible through the Box Dimensions main room. It’s very pretty!

This post is already getting pretty long and Tumblr has a limit of pictures apparently, so I’ll just give these fun facts and wrap this up-

- The mods like showcasing the relationships between the characters, so the mascots make reference to their friends all the time and also appear in groups for major events like (Penguin Band + Angie), (Rockhopper + Bambadee), (Dot + Sunny + Rookie + Stompin’ Bon) for example;

- There are constant additions of codes that can give you all sorts of outfits for your penguin. I personally love using the spiderman clothes or wolverine costume when I’m not rocking the dino hoodie;

- Jetkie is heavily implied canon;

- Club Penguin Dimensions has a version of Bill Cipher called Box Cipher, he’s been promised to return ever since his appearance last year at the Summerween event, where he caused chaos among the island and caused a bunch of interdimensional ruckus (FNAF animatronics and The Mystery Shack and a final boss after the 6 EPF missions you had to do in this party made it my favorite original content of Club Penguin Dimensions ever);

- There’s this one artist that always manages to sneak in a Sonic referencein the arta he makes for the game- Last I checked, the shape of Sonic was foind in Stompin’ Bob’s background art for the Teen Beach Movie event and as a pin in Guido’s bag these last few months;

- There’s a crew of content creators that go live and do videos on Club Penguin Dimensions and it’s lore and events, they’re called “Cream Soda”;

- In March 2024, an original part called “A Cabotagem” happened where Bambadee came to Club Penguin to recruit help in his search for the missing Captain Rockhopper, and after weeks of exploring different islands with Bambadee in the Migrator, we found out the Captain was kidnapped! With an animation called “ O Sequestro de Rockhopper - A Grande Revelação” being released a few months after explaining how the Captain was kidnapped and why, pretty cool stuff.

Anyways, I think that’s it for now. If there’s anyone actually reading this, just know that all I said didn’t cover half of the plot, and if you have any questions about it, feel free to use my ask box, I’m so sad that there’s not a lot of brazilians on tumblr, especially after twitter died, I could talk about these penguins for hours lol

#club penguin #club penguin cpps #infodump #club penguin dimensions #gravity falls references #codes #enigmas #i love this game sm seriously #thank you for listening to my TED Talk #hyperfixation

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Manners, Taboos, and Proper Dress when Visiting Shrines

Text in the Photo says: "Bow before entering the shrine precincts"

When visiting a shrine, one's clothes must also be tidy. As it is where kami reside, one should avoid having an indecent appearance. Particularly during formal visits and such, when entering the shrine, formal attire should be worn. Although it may be tempting to wear casual clothing during the hottest parts of the day in summer, however we should strive to dress appropriately to express our respect and gratitude to the kami.

There are various manners and customs when worshiping, but the most important is to have the feeling that the kami are watching over you from the shrine. With these feelings in mind, people will naturally avoid behaviors that violate the sanctity of the shrine, such as damaging or defacing shrine items, or shouting loudly.

The etiquette of Temizuya, Worship/Tamagushi, etc... will be discussed later, here we will touch upon the typical manners inside shrine grounds. That is, when entering the shrine precincts, or passing in front of the main worship hall, one should bow respectfully to the enshrined kami.

Also, as kami dislike impurity, it's important to avoid bringing it into shrine grounds. Those in mourning should also refrain from visiting (typically 50 days). If it is unavoidable, visiting after you have received purification.

Personal Note: regarding the mourning, I personally believe the kami would be understanding of you wishing to pray to them during such a difficult time, however I know some resources say one should even refrain from praying (such as at a kamidana, which is traditionally covered with a white cloth during the funerary rites and mourning period) to the kami during the mourning period. So I'd say do what feels right.

Is 5¥ Really Okay?/Is this the Cashless Offering Era?

I'm not going to directly translate this whole section, but it's basically saying the reason for 5¥ is due to it being a homophone with a word that means "blessing" but that you should avoid thinking the amount offered = level of blessing given, as it's rude to the kami.

Also talks about how some shrines are doing cashless offerings, via QR code, but that the tradition of giving actual coins is unlikely to disappear anytime soon due to that act itself being a form of faith.

Not Just Your Hands and Mouth, Purify Your Heart

Some notes from this section

Temizuya can be seen as a substitute for Misogi

Do not touch the ladle to your mouth, also do not scrub your hands in the water even if they're dirty

You are also purifying your mind not just your body

Translation of the diagrams

① Take the ladle in your right hand, and fill it with some of the purified water. Use this to do the following steps.

② Wash your left hand with water.

③ Switch label to left hand, and pour water over right hand.

④ Switch ladle back to right hand, pour some water into left hand and wash your mouth.

⑤ Wash left hand again.

⑥ Tilt the ladle vertically, and wash with the remainder of water. Return to holder.

Basics of Two Bows, Two Claps, One Bow

Notes from this section

Before even getting to the main bows and claps, you do a small bow as you approach the offering box (to ask permission to approach the offering box), and after you finish you step away and do a slight bow.

Gishiwajinden 魏志倭人伝 (a book about Japan written in China around the end of the 3rd century) says that the clapping of hands was originally a way to show respect to nobles and Shinto adopted it

The practice of offering more claps (like 4) exists and most shrines will clearly post if their numbers differ, but it's okay to do the standard 2-2-1 practice if unsure

Translation of Images

① Gently place your offering in the offerings box.

② Ring the bell.

③ Bow deeply (around 90°) twice.

④ Raise your hands to your chest, with your right hand slightly below the left, open your arms shoulder with apart and clap twice.

⑤ Align your hands together again and lower them, then bow deeply again.

How to Visit the Shōden

Worshipping Closer to Kamisama

Visiting the Shōden means going to the Haiden (at some shrines it means the Kaguraden), having a priest recite Norito, and offering tamagushi. This type of visit is done when you want to do a formal visit, or have a special blessing done.

Since you are worshipping closer to the kami, there are certain things to keep in mind, such as wearing formal attire. Related to this, it is useful to know the types of bows used in Shinto (the below diagram).

One must be especially careful when Norito are being recited. Some people will take photos, or talk amongst themselves, but this is strictly forbidden. Since the priest is making a request to the kami on behalf of the worshipers, they must show that they are the ones praying by bowing deeply.

Translation of Diagram

15° 小揖しょうゆう slight bow before and after movements

45° 深揖　しんゆう deep bow done when receiving purification

60° bow done when a norito is being recited

90° bow done during the "Two Bows, Two Claps, One Bow"

The note at the bottom says: "The degree of angle is merely a guideline. If you have a bad back, you can bend as much as you can."

The Process and Meaning of Entering the Shōden

Entering the Shōden begins with apply at the shrine office. At that time, tell them the purpose of the visit, and how many people will be attending. When there are events, it may not be possible to enter the Shōden, so make sure to apply several days in advance.

Arrive at the shrine early, and when it is time a priest or shrine maiden will guide you to the main building. First is a purification ceremony called Shubatsu 修祓, please bow deeply (45°). Next is the offering of food to the kami, but this is often omitted. Then the Norito is recited. The intent of the prayer is made known to the kami, and their assistance is requested.

Once the Norito is finished, Tamagushi are presented (pg. 53). Originally offerings were taken down and worshipers would partake in Naorai 直会, but it is typical for all of this except drinking the sake called Omiki 御神酒, to be omitted. The mysterious power of the kami of the shrine is said to reside in omiki. Even if you only just touch the sake cup, make sure to partake in it!

Translation of Diagram

The title is: Typical Order for Visiting the Inner Shrine

① Application/Special Blessing Fee Payment

② Entering the Inner Shrine

③ Shubatsu (Oharai)

④ Recitation of Norito

⑤ Offering of Tamagushi (Worship)

⑥ Receiving Thanks

The Process and Meaning of Offering Tamagushi

Notes from this section

Offering the Tamagushi is symbolic

Rotating it can see complicated, but the shrine staff will show you how, so even if you feel awkward offer it with a sense of reverence, kamisama will understand you.

If worshiping as a group, only the group representative offers the Tamagushi, once they finish follow them in the 2-2-1 bows and claps.

In more formal worship a Kagura is performed by a shrine maiden, this is also for the kami, and should be viewed as such.

Translation of Diagram

① Take the Tamagushi given to you by the priest. Hold the branch of the Tamagushi with your right hand on top, and the leafy side from below with your left hand.

② Perform a slight bow in front of the offering table for the tamagushi

③ Rotate the branch towards yourself 90°, moving your right hand below the branch.

④ Slide your left hand down from where it was holding the leafy part, towards yourself. With both hands holding the branch offer a prayer.

⑤ Move your right hand from the base to the tip, and rotate it clockwise so the branch side faces the Kami.

⑥ Place the Tamagushi on the offering table, and bow twice, clap twice, bow once.

Whooo, another 4 pages done. The next one will just be some neat pictures and translations of the images, as it focuses on the items offered by shrines (which is information that's already readily available in English). Same usual disclaimer that I'm not a native speaker and my translations are for fun/personal practice.

#Shinto #神社の教科書 #Photos #Info

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