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Birthday Party Places in Salt Lake City, Utah (Kids & Adults)

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Birthday Party Places in Salt Lake City, Utah (Kids & Adults)

How’s it going? Planning a birthday party in Salt Lake City, Utah? There are plenty of creative options available to suit any taste and budget. From outdoor activities such as exploring Salt Lake City parks and mountains, or indoor activities like arts and crafts workshops, dining in Salt Lake City restaurants and pubs, visiting Salt LakeCity museums, or swimming in a pool, there is a wide range of choices available to make their special day unforgettable.

Contents

1 About Salt Lake City, Utah

2 Salt Lake City Birthday Party Places

2.1 Classic Fun Center

2.2 Tracy Aviary

2.3 Kangaroo Zoo

2.4 Escape on 13th

2.5 Salt Lake City Ghost Tours

2.6 Red Butte Garden

2.7 Sugar House Park

2.8 Dave and Buster’s

2.9 Public Library

3 Birthday Party Ideas in Salt Lake City

4 Salt Lake City Map

5 Party Supplies in Salt Lake City

About Salt Lake City, Utah

Salt Lake City Night

Salt Lake City is the capital and most populous city of the U.S. state of Utah. Salt Lake City is home to many attractions, including the Utah State Capitol, Temple Square, the Salt Lake Tabernacle, the Salt Lake Temple, the Salt Lake City and County Building, the Salt Lake Art-Museum, the Natural History Museum of Utah, the Leonardo museum, and the Clark Planetarium.

Salt Lake City Birthday Party Places

Looking for the best birthday party places in Salt Lake City, Utah? Look no further! Let’s review some of the best birthday party venues in Salt Lake City for kids and adults:

Classic Fun Center

Classic Fun Center

This fun-filled indoor center has everything kids love, including roller skating, laser tag, and arcade games.

Tracy Aviary

If your little one loves animals, Tracy Aviary is the perfect place to celebrate their birthday.

Kangaroo Zoo

This indoor play center is ideal for younger kids, with inflatable bounce houses and slides, an obstacle course, and a toddler area.

Escape on 13th

If you’re looking for a unique and thrilling birthday celebration, Escape on 13th is the perfect choice.

Salt Lake City Ghost Tours

Haunted Houses Salt Lake City Utah

For a spooky and exciting birthday party, Salt Lake City Ghost Tours is a great option. Explore the city’s haunted history with an experienced guide and uncover hidden secrets.

Red Butte Garden

For a more relaxed and serene celebration, Red Butte Garden offers beautiful scenery, botanical gardens, and a tranquil atmosphere.

Sugar House Park

Hey! If you’re looking for an outdoor celebration that won’t break the bank, Sugar House Park is the perfect option.

Dave and Buster’s

Dave And Busters Salt Lake City Utah

This popular arcade and restaurant offers various birthday party packages that won’t hurt your wallet.

Public Library

Salt Lake City’s Public Library offers a unique and budget-friendly option for celebrating birthdays. They offer free event spaces and even provide equipment and materials for activities like art and crafts.

Birthday Party Ideas in Salt Lake City

Glam Picnics In The Park

Party Rentals Salt Lake City

Utah Parties

Birthday Party Limo

Capitol Theatre Stage

Salt Lake City Map



Party Supplies in Salt Lake City

Party Pinata

Zurchers

U S Novelty & Party

Party Supplies

PAK-N-Wrap

The Balloney Bin

Conclusion

From indoor amusement parks and bowling alleys to outdoor zoos and farms, there is something for everyone. The city also has several restaurants that offer both indoor and outdoor seating, perfect for hosting a birthday party. With its wide range of options, Salt Lake City is an excellent choice for throwing a memorable birthday party.

[redfish-blu]

People asked to drop the Danger Days tl from my last post so I’ll do that.

*Disclaimer: Not canon at all this is just my personal idea and take on like. How all that happened. Based on what they said in the videos and comics sort of.

*Disclaimer 2: I have not read National Anthem and I don’t care if this doesn’t line up with that.

Zones Timeline

1947:

- Cold War begins.

1987: Dr. D is born (hey legend).

1991:

- Cold War does not end.

1996:

- 1st Helium War starts.

- NATO and the Warsaw countries exchange declarations of war.

- Most of Eastern Europe is destroyed first, followed by the Middle East. Russia remains intact, as do a few Western European countries. Not including Great Britain or Germany.

- Other countries fall into isolation in fear of being the next targets of war, and either disappear into themselves or join pacts with one another. Some disperse entirely.

1997:

- America dissolves into civil unrest after attacks on the mainland result in various important political figures’ deaths.

- A number of American states cede from the nation and become The Confederacy of California, as per their secession being definitely illegal, and they take the states of California, Nevada, Arizona, and Wyoming.

- Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, and Texas are disputed.

- The rest of the states are assimilated into The Federal Republic of The United States, however they are in constant political battles between themselves because now everyone either wants out of the nation or they want control of it.

1997-98:

- Technology stagnates, but still advances. Just nowhere near as fast as it did in our lives.

1998:

- 1st Helium War ends.

- Cherri Cola is born.

- Tensions between the COC and the FRUS are high strung but not hostile.

- This is generally considered peacetime, if peacetime can be defined as you and the person you just fist fought in the bathroom being forced to sit next to one another in the principal’s office. Alone.

- A company specializing in chemistry and weapons manufacturing under the name of “Better Tech” rises in the COC and the FRUS.

2000:

- 2nd Helium War starts.

- Jet Star is born.

- War is declared on the FRUS by the COC, and various military campaigns take place in the disputed states.

- Better Tech supplies resources to both sides in a kind of double entendre situation where neither side knows they’re actually being played.

2001:

- Party Poison is born.

2006:

- Kobra Kid is born.

- Fun Ghoul is born.

- Helium Wars end when a series of nuclear bombs are dropped around the Rocky Mountains.

- The FRUS is never heard from again, and radio/electronic communication is disrupted by damage to the earth’s electromagnetic field.

- Better Tech rebrands themselves to Better Living Industries and gain influence over the COC government with the aim of salvaging the country and fixing the physical damage done by the war as well as the mental trauma of the citizens.

2010:

- BLi attempt to take control of Latin America but are flushed out by rebellion, and Mexico’s border is closed.

- Canada follows suit soon after, and America is officially cut off. Trapping everyone who remains there within the country (legally).

2012:

- Pig Bombs drop, eliminating Texas and New Mexico, whose governments were still kind of functioning independently after Helium 2 and building resistance against the COC.

- Fires of 2012 destroy Phoenix but leave Las Vegas intact. All remaining military units are pulled to Los Angeles.

- This is where BLi’s intense propaganda machine starts working to cover up all the crap they do. Working in tandem with how technologically challenged most people are at that point.

- BLi take what’s left of the lower 48 and establish Battery City as the new capital of America. Their borders define the nation as California, Oregon, Nevada, Utah, and Arizona.

- However, BLi becomes notoriously bad at maintaining and “cleansing” their proclaimed territories; and most of the area outside of Zone 3 sees little to no substantial BLi presence at all.

- Dr. Death Defying makes his first radio broadcast as a rebel.

2013:

- Analog Wars begin.

- Battle of Utah takes place wherein Salt Lake City is destroyed in a series of Killjoy v. BLi battles.

- Destroya was used for its first and only time during this battle, and was abandoned in Zone 3 during BLi’s retreat.

2015:

- Analog Wars pause after significant damages to both sides prompt an unofficial ceasefire, giving way to a long period of relative inactivity.

- BLi uses this time to build its presence in everyday life, establish the Zones, and advance it’s scientific research and development.

2028:

- The Girl is born.

- Girl’s mom is Drac’d

2029:

- The Girl is found by Killjoys.

- Analog Wars start up again when her existence is uncovered.

2029-35:

- These years see the most one on one fighting between kj factions and BLi since the Analog Wars first started.

- Generally remembered as a sort of Zones Renaissance due to the re-popularization of art, media, and philosophy within the killjoy community.

- Who had fractured off in the years after the armistice and became very detached from one another rather than a collective movement.

2035:

- The Killjoys die.

- Analog Wars officially end.

2036-47:

- The schools of thought built up during the renaissance period fade into the background once again as their figureheads either die off or become irrelevant.

- This is the era in which the Val Velocity era of killjoys grow up in. They were all born well after the Helium and Analog wars began and ended, so they have little to no connection to the values or customs of pre-war life.

- Its very Lost Generation-y in that everyone just kind of wants to party and forget about how their lives suck underneath all the glitter.

2047:

- California Comics events.

- Cherri Cola dies.

- Dr. D dies (rip legend).

- BLi is destroyed.

[importantchaosgiver]

I know I haven't posted anything recently, I am sorry. But I'm thinking of ways to continue Steelclaw's story. But, I recently just finished watching the FNAF movie and I have so many ideas. I hope you enjoy.

The Mystery Begins

Summary: Back in the 80s, a cop was called to Freddy Fazbears to help in the investigation of the five children disappearing. She didn't find anything, but many years later, she can't help but think about it. However, when she gets called to the pizzeria, she gets more involved than she should have been....

Warnings: Slight mention of blood, some spoilers?

******

No one's POV

It was unlike anything anyone had heard of. Five children, one party. How? The parents of the kids were worried out of their mind. Cops and detectives were looking through the building with everyone outside. Some officers were talking with everyone, trying to understand what was going on. Amongst these officer's was a young woman with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. She was rather new to the job, having gotten out of the police academy a month ago. Officer (Y/N) (L/N). She was tasked with interviewing staff. She saw a man with brown hair, icy blue eyes and glasses. Beside him was a young girl with blonde hair and an orange toy aeroplane.

He was talking with her colleague, but his eyes drifted over to her. (Y/N) paused, their eyes locking together. She was surprised at how good he looked, but she couldn't help but feel a little cautious about him. Something wasn't right. He gave a small smile at her, one of that unnerved her slightly. Little did she know who he was....

******

Years later....

(Y/N) yawned behind her hand a little as she put her phone down. Years had passed and she had grown older. Instead of being a simple officer, she worked hard to become a detective. Work was slow in Utah, she had just gotten off the phone with a friend of hers when there was a knock on the door. It was a co-worker of hers. "Hey, detective. We've just got a call. Apparently, Freddy Fazbears was broken into," he said. (Y/N) paused. It wasn't unheard of. The place was shut down ever since the kids went missing. So, of course people would break in. But, why was being asked to she get involved?

"Again? Why are you coming to me?" she asked curiously. Her co-worker shrugged. "Dunno. It was the night guard who called. Michael Schmidt," they said. (Y/N) shrugged. It was something to do. She stood up, grabbing her coat. She took her car and drove to the pizzeria, the sign (despite looking old and some vines and dust coating it) lit up. Nostalgia hit (Y/N) as she got out of the car and headed to the entrance, pressing the buzzer. A few minutes later, a man came to see who it was. "Mr Michael Schmidt, I take it?" (Y/N) asked. He nodded, wondering who she was. "Detective (Y/N) (L/N). You called about a break in," she said. "Yeah, that was me," he said, letting her in. "Did anyone find the people who broke in?" (Y/N) queried. "I don't think so. But I found something," Mike said. She raised an eyebrow, following him along the halls.

Mike noticed how she looked around, as if she had been there before. He showed her to the supply closet and showed her the door. (Y/N) squinted a little, taking out her flashlight, scanning the door. Just below the frosted glass window, was..... blood? "That's fresh, right?" Mike said. "Yes, it is. Do you mind?" (Y/N) asked, holding out the flashlight. He held it as she put on latex gloves and a swab.

"Hopefully we can find out who could have done this," she said, putting it into a tube and then into a bag before putting it in her pocket. Mike nodded. Just then, they heard a little girl's scream. The two looked at each other. Mike was the first to react. "Abby!" he shouted, running to the main room. (Y/N) followed, hot on his heels. "Mr Schmidt, wait!" she said. When they arrived, they saw the animatronics around surrounding someone. (Y/N)'s eyes widened. They weren't supposed to do that. At least, not to her knowledge. Freddy slowly approached them menacingly. Mike picked up a chair to use as a weapons; (Y/N) drew her gun, except she didn't know how well that would work against an animatronic. Just then.....

"Mike, they wouldn't stop tickling me! I thought I was going to die," Abby giggled, walking up to her brother. (Y/N) looked at the child, surprised. "Is this your daughter?" she asked. "No. S-She is my sister," Mike said, cautiously putting the chair down. (Y/N) holstered her gun, seeing Freddy stop walking. Bonnie moved forward, staring intently at (Y/N). "You're pretty. Are you Mike's girlfriend?" Abby asked. (Y/N) blinked. "No, I'm not. I'm a detective," she said. Mike hid his face in his hands, embarrassed. Abby turned to the animatronics. "They said they've seen you before," she said. "Pardon?" (Y/N) asked.

"Chica, Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy. They said they've seen you before," Abby stated. (Y/N) looked at the animatronics, one by one. All of them were looking at her. "Oookay? Well, I best be going," she muttered. Mike nodded. "Thanks. For coming out here so late," he said. Then, the buzzer rang again. A different officer was outside. Mike brought her in, clearly familiar with her. "Vanessa, this is Detective (L/N)," Mike said. The two women shook hands. (Y/N) looked at Vanessa. She looked strangely familiar. "Have we met?" (Y/N) asked, looking at her. "Briefly. Back in the eighties. I was a kid," she said. Oh, now that made sense. "Ah, yes. Now, I remember. You were with your father," (Y/N) said with a soft smile. Vanessa smiled back, but something about her body language gave away she was cautious.

So, (Y/N) let go of her hand and went to leave, passing a picture on the wall. One she should have paid attention to. One with a yellow rabbit and five children, all holding hands, clearly drawn by a child. If only she knew. But Vanessa gulped. A detective? Her dad won't be happy about this...

[humankarkat]

@zebsfloppyears asked for more details on Kallus' arc in the MOTW au, and I'm more than happy to oblige.

Kallus starts off as your run-of-the-mill FBI agent sent off to the butt crack of nowhere for a wild goose chase of an assignment, but pretty quickly gets tied up in the whole "monsters are real and the government is collecting mediums for unethical experiments" deal. His arc progresses fairly straightforward for the first bit of the AU, but then we reach the problem of, well. The US government is bad, but it's not "obliterate whole planets just because they looked at us funny" bad.

So when he ends up stranded on the side of a mountain outside a Utah ski resort called Behryn along with a handsome man who also happens to be bigfoot in disguise, that breaks some ice (haha) but it isn't quite enough to fully radicalize him.

But it does mean that, when he wakes up several weeks later handcuffed to the same radiator as Kanan Fucking Jarrus, he's a bit more equitable to working together to get out. Sure, it's a bitch off, how could it not be with those two, but they don't kill each other, and Kallus lets Kanan go once they've dealt with their captors.

So when Hera makes eye contact with him at a party they're both under cover at the next month, she remembers how he spared Kanan. It's not like she could say anything, anyways, since confronting him would break her cover, and if Kallus confronted her it would break his cover, so instead they silently agree to a truce, and unfortunately have a great time together.

And see, now he's fallen into the trap. Now he's actually a bit fond of these people. Now he's willing to give them grace when before he was only doing his duty. Unfortunately, he does still have a duty to perform, so he begrudgingly works with the CIA agent he's been paired with to finally track down and corner Ezra Bridger. Except, then the CIA agent pulls his gun, and Kallus reminds him that Ezra is 16, still a minor, and that they're to take him in alive, because why on earth would they kill a child? But then the CIA agent tells him that his orders were to eliminate their target, and Kallus sighs and pulls his own weapon, but it isn't Ezra he points it at. And Ezra makes it home safe, and he tells them what happened, and oh, maybe that FBI bitch isn't as bad as we thought?

Which is Sabine's first thought when she comes home one day to see a familiar car parked next to the Ghost, the one Ketsu had been driving last year when they'd reconnected, but Sabine really isn't ready for that conversation yet so she turns around and goes back into town to clear her head. And when she sees a familiar mutton-chopped fed sitting on a nearby park bench she remembers how he'd treated Ezra, and she really needs someone to talk to besides the spectres (she's sure they wouldn't understand, since they were the ones who were probably eating dinner with her sorta-ex girlfriend right now), so she plops down next to him. He's confused, yeah, and he asks her if she wants to be arrested, but when she shrugs and says might as well, it's better than going home right now anyways, well, Kallus has sisters of his own, and she's so small sitting next to him, and god dammit if he doesn't ask if she's hungry, tells her there's a pretty good diner around the corner. And Sabine grins at him and says as long as it's on your dime, fed, and all of a sudden they're eating together and talking about their exes and, well. It's all over from there. The spectres have caught him, hook line and sinker.

None of them are surprised, later, when Kallus helps Sabine break those poor cadets out of the Air Force testing facility, or when he tells Kanan and Ezra in the weapons factory that he's been the one supplying their most recent leaks. He may be a fed, but he's their fed.

[crinkled-emotions]

CARSICK HANGMAN

CARSICK HANGMAN

HARSICK CANGMAN

CARSICK HANGMAN

WATERMELON SUGAR

CARSICK HANGMAN

Pooty behave yourself- how did that watermelon sugar get there??

You KNOWWWWW this is on my mind all the damn time at the moment

Let's goooooo!

WATAHMELAH SUGAH (Aussie Version)

(you don't want to know how long this has been in my inbox)

-

It came out at a party almost ten years ago. Jake had whispered it into Bradley's shoulder before they were Hangman and Rooster. The other man had held his side, and sent him a funny look as his cheeks flushed from the alcohol they'd been drinking.

"But you don't get nauseous when you're flying?"

"Only commercial."

"Bullshit."

Jake had laughed, pulling away from Bradley to go and find Javy, later known as Coyote but better known as Jake's best friend. Bradley had watched him go, an amused smile on his face when Jake jumped on to Javy's back and that was the end of it.

Until now.

-

"Roo."

"Bagman, why are you here?"

"Because I'm the only one who wanted to keep you company; even your dad got on the jet willingly."

Rooster's brows furrowed, no longer fond but mildly exasperated. He'd decided he was too old to be doing this song and dance long ago, but Hangman brought it out of him every damn time.

"Didn't want to chance hurling in front of your CO, Seresin? Mav wouldn't care, man, he's not that kind of boss."

This time Jake's face tightened, and he clenched his jaw as he tossed his duffle bag into the back of the bronco alongside the bottles of water and extra supplies.

"Bradshaw, the only one who should be worried about their relationship with our CO is you."

Rooster got into the front seat, starting the Bronco to warm the engine whilst he did the final checks. Hangman got into the passenger side, knocking Rooster's water bottle out of the second cupholder to place his travel mug of coffee down.

"If you're that worried about me and Mav you can walk."

"And let you drive on your own? No way in hell. It's not safe."

"I wouldn't be alone-"

"-I meant with another person. C'mon, Bradshaw, you're a Cali boy; you need a Texas man to get you across the desert."

Silence. A pregnant pause.

"Get your fucking coffee cup out of that holder."

Jake did as told as Bradley put his water bottle back where he'd had it originally, sunglasses going over his eyes.

"Utah, here we come."

Rooster's eyebrows pinched again but he refrained from saying anything further, choosing to back out of the driveway carefully. In minutes Hangman was asleep in the seat beside him and Rooster took that as a good thing.

-

"Hey, can we pull over?"

"Seriously? We're not even out of San Diego."

"A man can't want to stretch his legs?"

"It's barely a half hour-"

Rooster glanced over and his brows furrowed, taking in the way Hangman shifted uncomfortably.

"Fine, fine. Hold on."

Rooster navigated off the side of the road and before he could further comment Hangman threw his door open, gagging into the dirt. Rooster took off his seatbelt and moved around the back of the Bronco, taking a deep breath as he narrowly dodged being puked on when he got close to the other aviator.

"Shit, dude. What happened?"

Jake slowly wiped his mouth, carefully sitting upright. Bradley reached into the back of the car, producing a fresh water bottle.

"Rinse your mouth. Are you good?"

"Yeah. Fuck, shit, sorry-"

"-no. No, uh, don't... apologise."

The pair shared a look, Jake passing Bradley back the water bottle and leaning back in his seat. They stood in awkward silence for a moment, just breathing and letting Rooster's heart settle back into a normal rhythm after the mild panic.

-

Rooster: so hypothetically

Maverick: oh no

Rooster: I didn't do it this time

Maverick: that's not helpful

Rooster: Hangman's with me

Maverick: and?

Rooster: and he puked on the side of the road

Maverick: I thought that was going in a completely different direction

Maverick: has he got a fever?

Rooster: not sure

Maverick: well could you check?

Rooster: negative

Maverick: could it be something he ate?

Rooster: I don't think so. His body is a temple etc

Maverick: what do you want me to do?

Rooster: what do I do?

Maverick: gatorade

Maverick: crackers

Maverick: trash bags

Maverick: pray

Rooster: gotcha

-

The gentle vibrations of the Bronco on the road was soothing to Bradley but hell to Jake. Every time Rooster glanced over Jake had his eyes closed and his arms crossed over his stomach, a furrow between his brows. With one hand on the steering wheel he reached out, gently nudging Jake's shoulder.

"You need me to pull over again?"

He cracked an eye open, grimace covering his features.

"When's the next gas station?"

"I dunno, maybe the next few miles?"

"Fuck."

Jake turned his head toward the window, taking a couple of deep breaths. Bradley had seen this once, many years ago, when they were still together. Jake had eaten something expired the night before and woken up to intense nausea and dizziness, not even making it downstairs before he'd been making a very quick exit to the bathroom. When he'd retreated to their living room couch he'd laid flat for all of thirty minutes, resorting to deep breaths, before he'd had to turn around so he didn't puke on the fabric. He wouldn't let Bradley into the bathroom with him; they weren't at that point in their relationship or their personal development.

"Do you... still like blue gatorade?"

"Guess so."

Rooster lifted his sunglasses from his eyes, glancing at the map on his phone.

"The gas station should have some motion sickness meds if you want those."

"Fuck off."

"I wasn't trying to-"

Rooster felt Hangman push his hand off his arm and got the hint, promptly shutting his mouth.

-

Rooster wasn't entirely sure how he got here.

Well. Hold on. I think we all know how he got here, specifically. But here? That one's still a little unclear.

Standing outside the gas station bathroom, no phone reception and a bottle of lukewarm water in hand, he waved awkwardly at the worker who had been eyeing him since Jake had barrelled through the door.

"He gets carsick; it's fine."

"Maybe you could give him some space?"

"Don't you fuckin' move."

Rooster jerked his thumb in the direction of Hangman's voice from inside, shrugging.

"I'm under strict instructions."

The worker slowly backed away, just in time for the bathroom door to open.

"How's your stomach?" Bradley asked when Jake appeared. He waved him off, grimacing as he tried to carefully sip the water handed over.

"Oh, also, try these."

Rooster shook the box of travel-calm then held up a bottle of Gatorade.

"Apparently anything pale or clear is best for dehydration so I grabbed the lemon-lime one. I know it's not your favourite-"

"-it tastes like piss-"

"-but it should help with your electrolytes."

"Fuck you."

Jake accepted the bottle despite his complaints, leaving gingerly while Rooster followed shortly behind.

"How long do we have?"

"Eleven hours and fifteen minutes. Down the meds and brace yourself, we're in for the long haul."

"Should've flown," Hangman muttered to himself, unimpressed. Rooster snorted, following him out the gas station door and into the parking lot.

"You really should, I could've been halfway there by now."

They climbed back into the Bronco and Hangman cranked the air conditioning, turning slightly on to his side to face the driver.

"So... eleven hours and twelve minutes?"

"Seems so."

Hangman groaned, trying to stretch out but he paused halfway to put a hand to his abdomen. Rooster grimaced.

"Alright, let's get back on the road. Take the drugs and have a nap or something."

-

Landing in Salt Lake City, the plane had barely touched the ground before Maverick was taking his phone out of flight mode and calling Rooster, gesturing behind himself to get someone to grab his bag from the overhead. Bob got the memo and Payback was already moving to help some of the older people around them to get their bags without being crushed by the crowd.

"Mav, hey."

The call echoed in the background, telling Maverick that Rooster was driving. He frowned.

"Should you be touching your phone?"

"I have a bluetooth set up."

"Whatever that means. How's Hangman?"

"Still here, pops."

"How's your stomach?"

"Not good, Mav."

"We managed to get out of San Diego but now we have to brave the Interstate and I don't think you can pull over all that often once you're on it," Rooster added. Maverick internally counted on his fingers, a grimace crossing his features.

"Maybe it'd be better turning around and getting a flight. It's only a couple hours."

"Hindsight is twenty-twenty, Mav, it's been proven," Rooster agreed. As Maverick walked through the airport he did a head count of the other Daggers in his vicinity, then heard Rooster curse again.

"Fuck, we gotta go. I'll call you later."

Once they were gone Maverick turned to the others, all watching him in utter confusion. He hadn't told them what was going on, why he was being more secretive than usual and why he'd randomly called Rooster on his way off the flight.

"Hangman's sick," he started. Everyone frowned.

"What do you mean? He was fine when we left."

Fanboy didn't seem particularly convinced, Payback nodding. Coyote facepalmed.

"Damn, I forgot. If he's not driving, he gets carsick."

"You knew?" Maverick asked. Phoenix scoffed.

"I don't think there's anything he doesn't know about Bagman. What did Rooster say?"

"Not much. He's trying to make a plan but I reminded him they had time to go back and get a flight. They're cutting around Las Vegas but Bradley could leave the Bronco there and they could get on a plane. It's only an hour and a half flight."

"He'd never leave his Bronco like that," Bob commented. Everyone agreed. Maverick shrugged.

"As much as he'd never say it, I think he cares about Hangman a little more than the Bronco right now."

"This is Rooster we're talking about, right?" Phoenix grinned, earning laughter. Maverick slung his duffle bag over his shoulder, gesturing to the airport exit.

"Alright, that's enough picking on Bradley... for now. Let's go."

-

Pulling up just on the other side of the California border, Rooster turned to check on Hangman who had managed to pass out about half an hour ago. He'd been quiet but Rooster had a feeling that wasn't going to last. As he did a lap of the gas station then stocked up on cold water and found some snacks, his eyes stayed on the Bronco the entire time just in case. His phone buzzed as he made his way back over to the truck, carefully opening the door only to get that piercing green-eyed glare Jake had perfected whilst they were together.

"How's the strong Texan man going?" Rooster asked, reaching into the backseat for his hat, somewhere amongst the other shit. He felt a hand gently smack the back of his head and glanced over his shoulder.

"Glad to see you're feeling better."

"You know what would make me feel better? Something with sustenance."

"Dude, I'm not feeding you."

"Fuck you."

"Maybe later."

A stare off. A battle of the wills, if you will. Pun intended.

"I just need saltines, Bradley. Please."

"Thought you'd say that."

Rooster reached into the backseat, producing a box of the crackers-

And a blue gatorade.

"I figured after I made you down the gross one you'd probably like something else," he said. Hangman cleared his throat.

"Sure. Uh, listen, I-"

"-yeah."

Hangman blinked.

"What I could really use is a flat surface and a pillow."

Rooster glanced into his backseat. Hangman could almost see him connecting the dots.

"I'm not gonna fit in there."

"That's what he- no, I can't say that."

He had managed to toss everything important from the backseat to Hangman's feet, and then uncovered a blanket he usually kept in there for when the Daggers went to the beach and he'd drive one of them home- Fanboy always got cold and Phoenix never dried off before sliding into the passenger seat. After over twelve months together the Daggers' initial politness toward one another had faded away. Rooster wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Alright, now come lie down. I promise not to crash and kill you."

"Morbid, Bradshaw."

Hangman did as asked, clambering into the backseat. Sure enough his legs didn't fit in there by far but he wasn't particularly bothered by it considering lying flat was the only thing at this point that would get him through the next few hours.

"Isn't this breaking the law?"

"It's only breaking the law when you get caught, dumbass."

"I feel like there's a story there."

Hangman got comfortable, sighing.

"Now what?"

"Now you nap and I drive until it's too dark."

"Hm. It's only midday, Rooster, are you sure you wanna drive that long?"

"We still have another six hour drive tomorrow at least."

"Ugh. Maybe this will work."

-

Pulling up for the night and stifling a yawn, Rooster stretched his arms to try and fix his cramped muscles.

"Hey, Hangman, you've been pretty quiet back there."

When he didn't get a response he turned his head, an eyebrow raising.

"Bagman?"

Still nothing, but getting a better look he could see Hangman had put his hat over his face to block some of the road noises and was sound asleep. Rooster snorted, reaching for the keys and heading to the motel reception.

"Hey, room for two?"

"Sure thing. Have you got any ID?"

The room was organised in minutes and Rooster walked back to the Bronco with the room key in hand. By then Hangman was out the door but in a pleasant surprise he wasn't violently unwell this time. Instead he was gathering his bag, collecting his valuables from the front seat where Rooster had tossed them. He stood at the front, an eyebrow raised.

"Are we going to bed or are you just gonna stand there?"

"You're not nauseous," Rooster blurted. Hangman shrugged.

"I passed out pretty much the second we got back on the highway. Can't get motion sickness if you're not awake."

Rooster hummed.

"Guess so...? Let's go."

-

Rooster opened the hotel room door and sighed.

"I think I'm too tired to be mad about it."

"Mad about what- you didn't ask for separate beds?"

"The author likes the there's only one bed trope," Rooster huffed. Hangman shrugged.

"It's one night; we're in Salt Lake City tomorrow."

"Just don't grope me in my sleep, barf breath."

"Don't even get started, the last time we shared a bed I swear the walls were shaking with your snoring."

Silence. A stare.

"Fine, take the floor then."

"Fuck you, Hangman."

"Rooster. Stop flirting."

That got Rooster a glare and he turned to reach for his sleep shorts in his duffle bag. Hangman stepped into the bathroom to get ready. When they met back up by the bed, neither of them said anything as they got into the dodgy motel bed together. Lying in the darkness, Rooster switched on to his back while Hangman curled on to his side.

"We're taking this to the grave, right?" Rooster whispered. Hangman scoffed.

"Just like the rest of our relationship, Bradshaw."

"Go to sleep; I'm getting up at six, if you're not in the truck by six fifteen I'm leaving you behind."

"You're so kind."

-

Now that they'd figured out Hangman was okay if he was lying down, the drive went a lot smoother. Hangman had put his airpods in once he was in the back of the Bronco and tried to just relax. He was driving the last three hours of their six hour trek planned, Rooster too much of a control freak to let him do first shift but just willing enough to let Hangman help him out right at the end of their journey. Rooster was prepared, coffee cup refilled and his water in the second cupholder as he pulled out of the motel car park. The glance over his shoulder confirmed Hangman was okay so he turned up the radio just in case he got chatty. Considering Rooster woke up to being spooned (and he wasn't complaining, deep down), he wasn't feeling particularly chatty.

-

Phoenix: how's it going?

Rooster: Hangman's driving the last stretch

Phoenix: wtf??

Phoenix: are YOU feeling okay?

Rooster: I resent that

Rooster: and I'm fine

Rooster: apparently because he's focused on not killing us his brain doesn't make him carsick?

Phoenix: that tracks

Phoenix: god you two deserve each other

Phoenix: you're both control freaks

Rooster: two negatives doesn't make a positive

Phoenix: I didn't say the relationship was healthy dude

Rooster: jeez who pissed in your cereal?

Phoenix: no one

Phoenix: just calling it like I see it

Rooster: ow

Rooster: I think I preferred the approach on the tarmac

Phoenix: love u

Rooster: not that one

Phoenix: pull your head out of your ass

Rooster: that's more like it

-

"Hey, is that Bradshaw and Bagman?"

Phoenix glanced out the window of the Airbnb the Daggers had pooled together to rent out, getting Maverick's attention from the kitchen and the others' from the living area.

"I didn't think they were coming for another hour," Fanboy frowned, checking his watch. His eyebrows raised.

"Okay, maybe this is that hour."

"Man am I glad to see you!" Maverick called as he walked out the front door, giving Rooster a hug once he was up the steps of the house. He gave Hangman a hug too, patting his shoulder.

"How are you feeling? Are you still sick?"

"Honestly, pops, I feel like it never happened- is that lunch? I'm starving."

Hangman greeted everyone as he went inside, already looking for whatever Maverick had been making as they'd pulled up. Maverick looked his godson up and down, an eyebrow raised.

"What's up with you?"

"Nothin- what's up with you?"

"Nice try, Bradley."

Rooster slowly exhaled.

"Later, Mav."

Stepping into the house he was greeted by Payback and Bob, shaking their hands. Phoenix and Coyote were eating lunch, watching from afar.

"Bradshaw, you look worse than Hangman does," Coyote commented. Rooster waved him off.

"I think he slept the entire three hours I drove, we're cool. What is that anyway? Pizza- Mav, is that pizza?"

"Here, kid."

Maverick passed him a plate, giving Rooster's arm a squeeze. Phoenix, done with her lunch, cleared her throat.

"So was I supposed to find out Hangman gets carsick on my own or is this a well known fact?"

Hangman and Rooster exchanged looks; Hangman shook his head. Rooster nodded; they were in silent agreement.

"Truly, Phoenix, I thought you'd know all about our bad habits after that one night of truth or dare," Rooster commented, effectively distracting everyone. The banter broke out and Rooster nudged Hangman's shoulder on the way past.

"To the grave, man."

"Whatever, Bradshaw."

-

[godsporncollection]

That last post reminded me of the time I was interviewing for a job at an Adult Novelty Store (ie a sex shop. where they sell sex toys, lingerie, and crude bachelorette party supplies) in Utah.

I was wearing a dress with a low, wide scoop neckline, large cutout in the back, and the skirt may or may not have reached my fingertips. I'm pretty sure I cursed at least once.

And yet, at one point, the interviewer interrupted herself to ask if I was aware of what was sold in the store. Because I "just looked too innocent." And that maybe I just wasn't quite aware of what was sold in the back (the front, where we were interviewing, just had condoms, lube, massage oils, etc. The sex toys, by law, were hidden in another room in the store.)

I had to assure her that I was shopping in the store when I found out they were hiring, so, yes, I was quite aware of the nature of the merchandise.

And yes, I got the job.

[exitrowiron]

Big Thoughts

We Should Establish and Publicize State/National KPIs (Key Performance Indicators) to Drive Improvement in the Health of Our Society

In a nation obsessed with athletic competition at every level (high school, college and pro) it seems like a lost opportunity that we've not channeled this competitive spirit to measure and improve the overall health of our society.

Americans get so worked up over the success of their local pro sports team that a win or loss actually changes men's testosterone levels. A 1998 University of Utah study collected samples from men before and after they watched a game in which their favorite team played. The results showed a 20 percent increase in testosterone for fans of the winning team and a 20 percent decrease in the fans of the losing team.

UK fans get worked up over a loss to IU. Why aren't they even more disappointed to learn that Kentucky's poverty rate is 16.6% versus Indiana's 12.9% and they are both getting their ass kicked by Minnesota at 9.3%?

I'm not at all kidding about this. If every day you saw a billboard listing the ranking (free lunch %, test scores, etc.) of your local school district compared to other local districts and the averages for your state and the country, don't you think people would get more involved? Instead, people are very aware of which school has the best football or basketball team.

Although politicians love to hug the flag and proclaim the US as the 'greatest nation on earth', no one seems to actually be keeping score.

As Peter Drucker once said, "What gets measured gets managed" and as a consequence the highly publicized measures of the economy (Dow Jones Industry Average, Unemployment Rate, Interest Rates) are often used as substitute measures for the country's success. The importance of the economy can't be understated (anyone remember Bill Clinton's famous campaign moniker, "It's the economy stupid"?), but these measures are one-dimensional and incomplete.

The Democrats and Republicans each adopt extensive Party Platforms outlining priorities and ambitions. The 2020 Democratic Platform is 96 pages; the Republicans simply re-adopted their 2016 Platform and both are almost completely bereft of any measurements to accompany the ambitions. Unlike even the most rudimentary annual business plan there are no OKRs (objectives, key results).

I would love to see each party identify the KPIs that best represent their positions, goals and ambitions as well as the objective measurements, preferably at a national, state and local level. Then let's measure which party is really getting the job done.

Publicizing these KPIs would actually leverage the strength of the US system in which the States have considerable leeway to experiment. Take Kansas for example (article from Center on Budget and Policy Priorities)

In 2012 and 2013, at the urging of Governor Sam Brownback, lawmakers cut the top rate of the state’s income tax by almost 30 percent and the tax rate on certain business profits to zero.  Under “supply-side” economic theory, these deep tax cuts should have acted — as Brownback then predicted — like “a shot of adrenaline into the heart of the Kansas economy,” stimulating strong growth in economic output, job creation, and new business formation.  But in reality, Kansas underperformed most neighboring states and the nation on all of those measures after the tax cuts. 

This was a painful failed experiment for Kansas and resulted in huge budget deficits, but let's at least make sure the results are well publicized in KPIs so that other states don't inevitably repeat the error.

Similarly, I was born in Missouri which has been a Republican led state for the last 7 years. Other than growing average gun ownership, gun deaths, and excess Covid deaths I'm struggling to think of other notable accomplishments. Others might argue that Missouri's intangible 'freedom' quotient improved, but I've had enough of squishy platitudes - let's see the numbers. One of the KPIs should be a measure of the citizens' perceived well-being; let's see if Missourians are actually happier, despite knowing that more of them are dead. Similarly, if Alabamans/Mississippians are happy being last or nearly last in most every measure of health, education and prosperity, then don't change a thing. But I bet that's not the case. Texas loves to crow about people and businesses fleeing California... OK, let's see the numbers and see who is really 'winning' in each category.

No doubt there would be great debate over what KPIs should be measured and even more debate over the policies used to improve the measurements - but let's start by attaching a scorecard to each party's platform and tasking the non-partisan Congressional Budget Office to be the scorekeeper.

[sennqu]

Ok so this was initially made to map out Mike's visit but then turned into a semi-comprehensive timeline for most events in S4V1.

(putting under a readmore so edits transfer to reblogs just in case)

March 21 (Fri). DnD game, Basketball championship. Chrissy dies.

March 22(Sat). Mike arrives in Cali. Roller rink drama. Fred dies back in Hawkins. Dustin and co. find Eddie.

March 23(Sun). Joyce and Murray leave for Alaska. El gets arrested and subsequently intercepted by Owens. Back in Hawkins, Dustin and co. join Nancy. The agents visit the Byers house in the evening of the same day. Lucas joins the Hawkins group

March 24(Mon). Shootout at the Byers home. El arrives at the bunker and starts the Nina project. Nancy and Robin visit Pennhurst. Max gets tranced. Joyce and Murray meet Yuri and get into plane crash. Hopper attempts escape and gets recaptured. Dmitry is put in jail with him. I think the last supper with the inmates probably happened on the same day but unsure.

March 25(Tues). Pizza gang bury unnamed hero agent man. Hawkins group visit Creel House. Patrick dies. Hop and co. fight the demogorgon. (tbh the timeline for the Russia storyline is kinda confusing? i'm blaming it on the timezones. it's possible the fight happened on March 26 nighttime Kamchatka time, so early morning on the same date Hawkins time)

March 27(Thurs) - Supply run for Hawkins (daylight). Arrival at Nina Base for Cali (daylight). Then attack on Henry / Piggyback (nighttime). Russia group doing whatever.

March 26(Wed). Pizza gang arrive at Suzie's. Dustin and co. go back to Lovers Lake. Older teens get into the UD. Parents of the party are at the Wheeler house. Dustin and co. go to the trailer park. Nancy is tranced(?). El learns the truth about the Hawkins Lab massacre in 1979.

edit: following two dates from Vol.2 (done July 27, 2022)

March 29 (Sat) - timeskip. Arrival of Cali gang to Hawkins.

And assuming the events for every group all run in semi-parallel and I didn't miss anything super significant, we ended volume 1 on March 26. Mike was supposed to stay for a week in Cali, so he isn't expected back home for another 3-4 days. The Pizza gang were still at Utah last we saw them so they have around 8hrs to reach Nevada. and after that, they have around 30 hours of nonstop driving to get to Indiana. If they don't stop for overnight rests, the soonest they can get back to Hawkins would be around March 28. Apart from Mike being 1-2 days home before schedule, haha, that means the action in Hawkins needs time to slow down for a day or two so Cali can get up to speed.

And as for what that means for the Russia group, since their storyline is most likely running around 16 hours ahead (kamchatka vs indianapolis timezones) of the Hawkins group, the Hopper and Joyce reunion most likely happened around the same time Dustin and co. reunited with Eddie or even earlier. Which means that by the time Nancy is tranced, the Russia storyline would have progressed even further.

[theglasscat]

we had these neighbors who moved across the street at the first tech boom, the wife worked for ebay and the husband at a string of entrepreneurial marketing endeavors including a soap company, an organic snack company, etc. etc. they made it big and moved from our suburb to a mansion in woodside where they raised their kids. we kept in touch via our other next door neighbors who held annual christmas parties for anyone who had lived on our street. my family moved to the next town over. the woodside couple lost some money and moved to a smaller house in the same town my parents and i had moved to. they tried to be gracious about their demotion of status, and my dad called it a "fall from grace", but their ability to buy a house way out in the grid while we rented near downtown still meant they were significantly more financially secure than any of us. my family moved again across the bay to fremont and we missed the place we called home, but we were not far from it, and there was still the comfort of the marshes that had been with us on the outer peninsula. the marshes are the birth and death and rebirth of our world. you must cross the marshes to thread the east bay and peninsula to make the whole round bay area. to travel the bay means you must witness the fishing birds gathering every morning in their infinite cycles and the salt of the world shoring up in little ponds. on clear days the water reflects the sky and it is like the celestial sphere can go on forever and ever. in the marshes oak and grass give way to willows and mud and the feathers of a thousand ducks. in the marshes shell mounds and hills made by people here before us are overgrown in blackberry bramble and mustard flower, daring any trespasser to erase the idea that people have never lived here. no, no, you were never the first one to find solace in the marshes and you will never be the last.

by miracle i was able to move back to my hometown across the bridge. my parents came back the next year. we were driving to the hardware store to purchase supplies for my move when we passed the house where the tech couple had moved. the husband was in the front yard putting boxes into his car. we put the blinkers on and paused in the middle of the road to chat. we told him our story of our moves and he told us that the kids were in college now and him and the wife had decided to retire to utah. there was good skiing there and they could afford a big house like they wanted and that he was just putting in the last load before locking up the house. then he looked wistfully at the suburb around him, and i'll never forget, said "Do you think California has lost its charm?"

my mother and father and i blinked in unison and in true bay area fashion we didn't actually say what we really felt. we gave an awkward laugh, my dad said something vague about how gentrification had changed the skyline, my mother smothered her "you contributed to a loss of charm and now you want to leave?", i tried to pretend to be the sort of person who couldn't see that beyond the cosmetic differences this was the same marsh and oak groves i have always loved. we did not say, "there is no charm to a place unless you truly love a place" though i think we all thought it, and silently judged him for not loving this place enough. i cannot speak for the whole state. i cannot speak for 770 x 250 square miles of countless geographies and climates and populations but i can speak for what i know. the bay area's charm is that despite changes of buildings and the flow of people and the rising and falling of industries, it always gives way to the marsh.

[abyssa111]

Five Nights at Freddys Trailer dropped babes!! Time to listen to me infodump ^^

It’s gonna be a long post and has a part 2 and part 3 :)

William is seen as Michael’s “career counselor” and is under a different name

It’s not unusual for us to see William under a different name than we know. He pretended to be “Dave Miller” in the silver eyes books.

Michael was specifically led to the job by William.

It’s important to note michael doesn’t recognize his own fathers voice?? He either isn’t aware that William is his father and it will possibly be a big reveal or William and Michael are not related in this universe.

If they are related perhaps this is a plan to get Abby, who most currently think is a stand in for Elizabeth. I personally think it’s the crying child tho.

If they aren’t related, I think he’s likely Henry’s child in this universe or in general, making the girl Charlie. I think we need to rethink about how in the books, the sister location bunker is under Charlie’s home instead of the Afton home. And, the tv show in sister location has the whole “he’s not my son” situation going on which makes me believe it’s possibly a confusing family situation with Henry keeping Michael as his son because William didn’t believe it was his. But idk this is just headcanon atp

Vanny is a police officer instead of being a night guard, which is interesting to say the least. 

Her uniform is also blue, unlike the security guard uniform we see Michael wear so I don’t think she’s actually another security guard.

However, I think she’s probably pretending to be a police officer and is not actually one.

There’s a shot of a drawing on a fridge in a home, instead of the pizzeria, and it features an obviously taller dark haired boy, a blonde haired girl, and a child with short dark hair.

I think this is the Afton children. An older brother, a blonde middle daughter, and a youngest dark haired child. I think it also possibly confirms that Abby is a stand-in for the crying child, not Elizabeth.

Could also be Michael, Abby, and the blonde is Vanny. Abby could’ve drawn it over the course of 5 nights as it is Five Nights at Freddy’s. Still, it remains a parallel for the Afton children because vanny has been theorized to be a version of Elizabeth in the games.

Nebraska poster?

location drop?

And It’s not in hurricane, Utah? Idk just odd

We are never shown who is opening the garage door (storage unit?).

If it’s Michael why not just show us his face?

So my next question is: Who are these people and are they good or bad?

They could be aligned with William and it’s Vanny or William opening it.

They could be aligned with Michael and it’s Michael or possibly Henry opening it?

Secret unknown third party?

This guy is seen in the background of the previous photo. He is now being killed by Bonnie (blue) in a supply / janitor closet.

His death doesn’t let us in if he’s on any side

Visually Henry but I don’t think they would kill their Henry / Henry stand-in off.

[whitepolaris]

The Ghosts of Donner State Park

by Janice Oberding

Indeed if I do not experience something far worse than I have yet done, I shall say the trouble is all in getting started. -Tamsen Donner, June 1846

Tamsen Donner could not have foreseen the horror that awaited her high in the Sierras when she penned those words to a friend. She was among the 87 people who left Independence, Missouri, in the spring of 1846 headed west to California and a better life. They might well have arrived safe and sound, their names unknown to history, if not for a fateful decision that led to tragedy. 

Experienced travelers warned them not to take the advice found in a certain book, but the Donner Party leaders’ minds were made up. They would follow the new route suggested by Lansford Hastings, author of The Emigrants’ Guide to Oregon and California; it would, according to Hastings, shave off several days’ travel time. Anxious to reach California, they led the party onto the Hastings Cut-off that would its way across the treacherous Wasatch Mountains of Utah. It was a costly mistake. Instead of saving time, the route slowed their travel and caused them to lose both livestock and food. 

It was late October, and a storm was brewing off the coast of California as the Donner Party headed west toward the Sierras. By the time they reached present-day Verdi, California, snowflakes were flying. A broken wagon axle slowed down George Donner; and as the snow continued to fall, he and his family were forced to stop and camp in a hastily thrown-together shelter as Alder Creek. 

At Donner’s urging, the rest of the party moved onward. Six miles west, they too were stopped by the heavy snowfall. They huddled in crudely built shelters and planned to wait out the snow. But with each passing day, the snow piled higher. They were trapped; they could not retreat and they could not move forward. They would wait here near the water’s edge at Truckee Lake until a recuse party arrived. 

Weeks passed and the food supplies dwindled. Hunting was all but impossible in the ten-foot snowdrifts, and the travelers had already butchered the livestock. Tempers were short as food was rationed and fought over. In desperation, the men and women boiled shoes and laces were make a soup of sorts. Then came the day when there was nothing left to eat. From this day on, some members of the Donner Party would resort to cannibalizing those who had succumbed to the harsh conditions. 

A Park Visitor’s Story

Each year, thousands of motorists drive past the Donner State Park unaware of the horrendous events that took place there in the winter of 1847. Others come to the park because of their fascination with the Donner story. They came, hike, picnic, and just enjoy the outdoors; a few have had a brush with the supernatural. Such is the case with a computer technician, Don Nelspeth (named changed to protect his privacy), who shared the following story with me during a recent conference. 

“The first time I ever camped at Donner State Park, I was about ten years old. Every summer after that, my family would drive up from the Bay Area to spend a few days in what my dad called ‘peace and quiet in the wilderness.’

“But it isn’t really. The park is so close to Interstate 80 that you can hear cars and trucks speeding past at all hours of the day and night. I remember my dad used to walk us around and point out where the Donner Party’s shelters had stood, the big rock with the plaque that bore all their names, and where the remains are supposedly buried. 

“These childhood memories came rushing back to me when I learned that the company picnic campout was to held at Donner State Park, and I was thrilled. It had been years since I’d been up to the park; this would be like going home, in a way. My wife, who isn’t an outdoors person, didn’t share my enthusiasm.

“‘What a creepy place,’ she said, shuddering. 

“’You’ll change your mind once we get there,’ I assured her. 

“My wife and two daughters and I arrived the day before the scheduled campout day so we could enjoy some family time. As we pulled into the park, I was happy to see that things hadn’t really changed all that much; there were more cars on the interstate and a designated walking trail and picnic areas had been added, but Donner Park remained the same. Nostalgia took hold of me as I pulled my wife and daughters to the monument and explained the Donners’ plight. The girls yawned and my wife nodded sullenly. ‘Can you imagine being up here with snow as tall as this monument, and no feed to eat?’ I asked, trying to generate some enthusiasm for the weekend ahead. 

“My youngest answered, ‘But I saw a Burger King down the street.’

“’That was long before fast food,’ I explained. 

“When she asked if there were any dinosaurs here, I decided she was still too young to appreciate the story. 

“My older daughter shivered and asked, ‘What about ghosts?’

“‘No such thing,’ my wife assured her. 

“There was no point in telling them about Tamsen Donner’s glowing ghost that people say roams this park at night, I thought. My parents and I had always laughed at the story, and we even made up a song about it: I see Tamsen’s ghost up in the tree. I hope she gets you instead of me!

“I doubted my wife and daughters would se any humor in the ghost or the song. We pitched our tent in a clearing near tall pines and watched birds flit about. The sound of water rushing over boulders was soothing, but we could still hear the whir of cars rushing along the interstate. 

“Darkness fell early; it always does in the mountains. Traditionalists, we hoisted our hotdogs on sticks over the fire till they were crisp and blackened. After dinner bundled up and sat around the glowing campfire. 

“My older daughter complained, ‘This place is crawling with bugs’ as she swatted at the air. ‘Looks like those Donners could have eaten them,’ she smirked. 

“‘Except that it was winter,’ I explained. ‘And bugs aren’t generally out, and . . .’ I stopped in mid sentence. Directly across the park was something that looked like the glowing figure of a woman; it hovered slightly above the ground and vanished. 

“‘What is it?’ my wife asked. 

“’I lost my train of thought,’ I lied. 

The Wisp in the Tent

Now Don related the part in the story that gave me cold chills-and still does. 

“Wrapped up in their sleeping bags that night, my family fell asleep quickly. But I couldn’t. I got up, sat outside the tent, and spent the next few hours trying to convince myself that what I had seen earlier was nothing but a reflection from a passing car. Maybe it would come back and I would know for sure. 

“It didn’t return until the next night. We were all sleeping soundly when I was suddenly awakened by something that felt cold and wet on my face. Startled, I sat up; that’s when I saw her. She was yellowish and almost seemed to be see-through. She hovered a few inches off the ground and looked around the tent curiously. I have never been as cold as I was in the icy air that emanated from her. I was scared, all right. But I didn’t want to raise the alarm and frightened anyone else. Assuring myself that this wasn’t a dream, I watched as she slowly floated up to the top of the tent and evaporated right through it. 

“‘Tamsen Donner’s ghost. I’ve just seen Tamsen Donner’s ghost. The stories are true,’ I whispered to myself. 

“I know what I saw was real. It wasn’t lights somehow reflecting through the park. I clearly saw its facial features, and it was a woman’s ghost. I’m not sure what she was looking for, but I am convinced I saw Tamsen Donner’s ghost that night.”

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 12.18

1271 – Kublai Khan renames his empire "Yuan" (元 yuán), officially marking the start of the Yuan dynasty of Mongolia and China. 1499 – A rebellion breaks out in Alpujarras in response to the forced conversions of Muslims in Spain. 1622 – Portuguese forces score a military victory over the Kingdom of Kongo at the Battle of Mbumbi in present-day Angola. 1655 – The Whitehall Conference ends with the determination that there was no law preventing Jews from re-entering England after the Edict of Expulsion of 1290. 1777 – The United States celebrates its first Thanksgiving, marking the recent victory by the American rebels over British General John Burgoyne at Saratoga in October. 1787 – New Jersey becomes the third state to ratify the U.S. Constitution. 1793 – Surrender of the frigate La Lutine by French Royalists to Lord Samuel Hood; renamed HMS Lutine, she later becomes a famous treasure wreck. 1833 – The national anthem of the Russian Empire, "God Save the Tsar!", is first performed. 1854 – The Legislative Assembly of the Province of Canada abolishes the seigneurial system. 1865 – US Secretary of State William Seward proclaims the adoption of the Thirteenth Amendment, prohibiting slavery throughout the United States. 1867 – A magnitude 7.0 earthquakes strikes off the coast of Taiwan, triggering a tsunami and killing at least 580 people. 1878 – The Al-Thani family become the rulers of the state of Qatar. 1892 – Premiere performance of The Nutcracker by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky in Saint Petersburg, Russia. 1898 – Gaston de Chasseloup-Laubat sets the first officially recognized land speed record of 63.159 km/h (39.245 mph) in a Jeantaud electric car. 1916 – World War I: The Battle of Verdun ends when the second French offensive pushes the Germans back two or three kilometres, causing them to cease their attacks. 1917 – The resolution containing the language of the Eighteenth Amendment to enact Prohibition is passed by the United States Congress. 1932 – The Chicago Bears defeat the Portsmouth Spartans in the first NFL playoff game to win the NFL Championship. 1935 – The Lanka Sama Samaja Party is founded in Ceylon. 1939 – World War II: The Battle of the Heligoland Bight, the first major air battle of the war, takes place. 1944 – World War II: XX Bomber Command responds to the Japanese Operation Ichi-Go offensive by dropping five hundred tons of incendiary bombs on a supply base in Hankow, China. 1958 – Project SCORE, the world's first communications satellite, is launched. 1966 – Saturn's moon Epimetheus is discovered by astronomer Richard Walker. 1972 – Vietnam War: President Richard Nixon announces that the United States will engage North Vietnam in Operation Linebacker II, a series of Christmas bombings, after peace talks collapsed with North Vietnam on the 13th. 1973 – Soviet Soyuz Programme: Soyuz 13, crewed by cosmonauts Valentin Lebedev and Pyotr Klimuk, is launched from Baikonur in the Soviet Union. 1977 – United Airlines Flight 2860 crashes near Kaysville, Utah, killing all three crew members on board. 1977 – SA de Transport Aérien Flight 730 crashes near Madeira Airport in Funchal, Madeira, Portugal, killing 36. 1981 – First flight of the Russian heavy strategic bomber Tu-160, the world's largest combat aircraft, largest supersonic aircraft and largest variable-sweep wing aircraft built. 1995 – A Lockheed L-188 Electra crashes in Jamba, Cuando Cubango, Angola, killing 141 people. 1999 – NASA launches into orbit the Terra platform carrying five Earth Observation instruments, including ASTER, CERES, MISR, MODIS and MOPITT. 2002 – California gubernatorial recall: Then Governor of California Gray Davis announces that the state would face a record budget deficit of $35 billion, roughly double the figure reported during his reelection campaign one month earlier. 2005 – The Chadian Civil War begins when rebel groups, allegedly backed by neighbouring Sudan, launch an attack in Adré. 2006 – The first of a series of floods strikes Malaysia. The death toll of all flooding is at least 118, with over 400,000 people displaced. 2006 – United Arab Emirates holds its first-ever elections. 2015 – Kellingley Colliery, the last deep coal mine in Great Britain, closes. 2017 – Amtrak Cascades passenger train 501, derailed near DuPont, Washington, a city in United States near Olympia, Washington killing six people, and injuring 70 others. 2018 – List of bolides: A meteor exploded over the Bering Sea with a force over 10 times greater than the atomic bomb that destroyed Hiroshima in 1945. 2019 – The United States House of Representatives impeaches Donald Trump for the first time.

[hitandrunattorney]

High qualities of an Accident Lawyer

A personal injury lawyer is a professional that provides lawful services for individuals that have been hurt somehow. Usually, he or she practices tort legislation, the regulation associating with accident. The law involving this kind of situation can be complicated, so it's important to find out about the certifications of your personal injury legal representative. The complying with short article supplies a fast intro to the field. The complying with listing includes common top qualities to seek in a personal injury legal representative. A lawyer's initial job is to determine if the injury is the outcome of someone else's negligence. 

This calls for detailed obligation analysis, which often involves comprehensive research. In doing so, your attorney will certainly examine relevant laws and also lawful criteria to establish a strong situation for going after a case against the liable parties. While this analysis can be less outlined in a simple auto crash instance, an extra complex instance may call for a great deal of research. An injury trial will certainly take several days or even weeks to fix. The complainant and also offender present proof and realities to support their claims. The accused has thirty days to reply to the complaint. 

After the accused files its reaction to the issue, the lawyer will begin discovery processes. Throughout exploration, proof will be traded, and the injury legal representative will certainly need to acquire copies of all proof assembled during the instance. Along with preparing the instance for test, the legal representative needs to make sure that the accused has copies of all proof acquired during the legal action. After a crash, you'll likely need to pay for your medical costs and also shed salaries, as well as physical rehabilitation and specialized equipment for your recuperation. Choosing the ideal injury attorney utah county is crucial for a successful situation. A seasoned lawyer can guarantee that your claim is filed prompt to make sure that you can receive the maximum settlement you're entitled to. 

As well as due to the fact that a skilled accident legal representative can represent your best interests, the insurance company will be a significant danger to the insurance provider. Many crash cases include several parties. These situations consist of faulty items and irresponsible doctors. In these situations, a personal injury legal representative can aid you identify the fair settlement based on the kind as well as seriousness of your injuries. It can additionally be tough to determine the value of your injuries and also the effect your injuries carry your life. A certified hit and run attorney will certainly be able to determine a fair settlement based on the seriousness of your injuries, the out-of-pocket prices, and the subjective effect.

 One of the most common form of injury cases involves faulty products. Item makers are needed to create risk-free items as well as not market them if they have actually been shown to be harmful. In a similar way, sufferers of sexual assault are entitled to monetary payment and justice for their suffering. Injury lawsuits do not involve criminal fees, so they're finest dealt with by an accident attorney. When handling an injury instance, it is very important to keep in mind that the attorney's duty is to secure the target, and also to safeguard the interests of the general public. Check out this post for more details related to this article: https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Personal_injury_lawyer.

[starsfic]

The Auclair Family

Basically my HC for Mrs. Afton and how Vanessa could be related to the Aftons. They live in Nice, France, where they run a beachside resort called the Auclair Resort. They ended up with Fazbear Entertainment because of the lawyers seeing a compromise between Henry Emily’s will (either destroy the company or give it to someone else, do not let an Afton run it) and William Afton’s unrevised will (give everything to my wife).

(For those wondering about the court case mentioned in those CDs I’m going with the idea that stuff between Vanessas got mixed up.)

The members include:

Clara Afton- Clara was born in Nice, France. She took up ballet when she was ten and was noted for being a gifted ballerina. But instead of becoming a professional at twenty-five, Clara moved to Hurricane Utah to teach ballet. It was here that she met William Afton and the two bonded over leaving all that they knew to come to America. Eventually, they married, had three children, and Clara became the model for many of William's animatronics, including Ballora.

However, things were not as peaceful as they seemed. William was unliked by Clara's family and kept conversation with them to a minimum. Neighbors reported loud yelling and fights between them and William coming home often drunk.

A week after Charlie Emily’s mysterious death and a week before her son Evan's birthday in 1983, Clara left home to go to the store to get supplies for his party. She never returned. Her car was eventually found empty on the side of an unused road. There was no sign of her planning to leave but the police were quick to say she left. Attention was soon drawn by the Bite of '83 and Clara faded away.

On the day they learned about William's crimes, the Auclair family insisted the police reopen the case. To this day, they insist that Clara was murdered by William.

Louise Auclair- Louise is Clara's niece. She runs the Auclair Resort in Nice. She has very few memories of William but what she remembers is enough to get her to insist on the police to reopen the case.

She herself lived in Hurricane, with her son Jacque “Jack”, for the brief while her husband ran Fazbear Entertainment. It was there that she gave birth to Vanessa.

Nicholas Auclair- Louise's husband, who took her name after leaving abusive parents. He briefly ran Fazbear Entertainment, before returning to Nice to run Auclair Resort with his wife, and was known as a good boss.

However, the company replaced him as owner and CEO because he insisted on coming clean about all the deaths. He also wanted to waste money creating safer workplace conditions. For this, the board transferred ownership and control over to his son Jack when he turned twenty.

Jack Auclair- The current owner and CEO of Fazbear Entertainment, Jack is Vanessa’s older brother. However, he is most likely to be seen on a tabloid than at the office, being handed the company by the board due to his willingness to cash checks and ask no questions. He was the one to recommend Vanessa for the Head Guard position and give her the high level of security access that she was granted.

He was born in Nice, moving to Hurricane when Fazbear found his family. He was given the company when he turned twenty and stayed in Hurricane while his parents moved back to Nice.

Vanessa Auclair- The single security guard of the Mega Pizzaplex. Vanessa was born in Hurricane and stayed there with her brother when her parents moved back. She joined Jack in the company after earning her engineering degree, moving from department to department before ultimately ending up with her night guard position.

Gregory- Nobody knows where he came from, but he is Vanessa’s ward. Jack attempted to question him after the Mega Pizzaplex was found with all of the animatronics destroyed, including Glamrock Freddy’s head missing, but Vanessa stepped in and prevented it. After the animatronics of the Pizzaplex are built back up, he’s most commonly seen weekend nights, hanging out in the Pizzaplex.