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Tech as a father Chapter 52

Honestly to all who writers, how do you manage to make a one shot? I just managed to make one for Hardcase. I tend to make multi chapter ones... some tips?

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Chapter 52: Little foodie

Tech, with practiced efficiency, proceeded through the post-mission ritual, orchestrating a seamless transition from battle-ready to parental care. The ship's interior, a blend of metal and soft lighting, provided a backdrop to this intimate moment shared between father and son. Orion, snugly encased in his miniature armour, was the first to undergo the transformation. Tech carefully removed the scaled-down pieces, each gesture deliberate yet gentle. The ritual, a ballet of precise movements, unfolded as the discussion of his brothers fade into the background.

Having successfully disarmed his tiny trooper, Tech moved to the refresher. Calculated efficiency dictated his actions; water temperature adjusted, he cradled Orion in his arms, ensuring the transition from battle to bath or rather shower was seamless. As warm water cascaded in the refresher's confined space, Orion's coos and gurgles added a touch of innocence to the otherwise utilitarian setting. The sound of water became a gentle lullaby, underscoring the tender moments between father and son.

Tech's hands, skilled in both combat and caregiving, navigated the nuances of bath time. Tiny splashes and the subtle scent of baby soap intermingled, creating a paradoxical symphony of war and peace. In the always cramped confiens of the ship hurtling through hyperspace, Tech's commitment to parental duties stood as a testament to his ability to seamlessly balance the contrasting facets of his life, soldier and father. The refresher, a temporary sanctuary, echoed with the whispers of bonding and the soft words when Orion gets fussy as the post-mission routine unfolded with practiced grace.

With the precision of a well-honed routine, Tech seamlessly continued his post-mission rituals. Setting Orion into the sink, Tech quickly getting dressed in old worn out but comfortable sweatpants and a shirt, skilfully maneuverer, adeptly choosing clothes that would envelop his son in warmth and comfort. Once Orion was comfortably dressed, Tech pivoted to the next task. Setting his son on a soft towel sprawled across the floor, Tech expertly began the process of shaving. The mirror catching glimpses of a devoted father and an energetic infant in tandem.

As Tech carefully navigated the razor across his face, Orion, propped up on the towel, observed the proceedings with wide-eyed curiosity. But in an instant, Orion tries to pull his ‘socks’ off to try and gnaw on his feet. Not aware that the onesie he wears goes over his feet completely. And yet he still tries to pull the non-existent socks off. The scene painted a normal picture of the delicate balance Tech maintained between the precision of his soldier duties and the tenderness of fatherhood. The ship's interior, though compact, became a canvas for these moments of what is a normal family, a father teaching his son by example, even in the most mundane tasks. And one day Tech will teach Orion how to shave. Maybe even here.

Tech's movements were a dance of efficiency and care, a testament to the seamless integration of military discipline and paternal love. The ship's interior, bathed in artificial light, witnessed these moments of connection as the routine unfolded with a rhythm only a seasoned soldier-father could master. Tech's efficient movements continued as he scooped Orion into his arms, effortlessly discarding the used clothes into the designated laundry basket. The ship's environment remained a harmonious blend of functionality and familial warmth.

Carrying Orion towards the makeshift dining area in the small cargo hold, Tech settled into a routine that bridged the necessities of caregiving with the desire to introduce new experiences to his son. As they approached the table, after setting Orion in a self-made high chair, Tech reached for a small jar of fruit puree, intending to make this mealtime another exploration for Orion. With precision, Tech began the process of feeding his son, each spoonful a gentle introduction to different flavours. The ship's hum, louder in the small cargo hold, provided a familiar backfround sound, accompanying the subtle sounds of feeding and Orion's occasional happy coos.

The dining area, though compact, transformed into a stage where the bond between father and son deepened with each shared moment. Tech's attention was unwavering as he gauged Orion's reactions, ensuring that the introduction to solid foods continued to be a positive experience. Having a bottle of lukewarm formula always in reach. The artificial lighting illuminated this scene of connection, where the soldier's expertise in efficiency seamlessly melded with the tenderness of nurturing. As Tech navigated the challenges of parenthood, the ship became a sanctuary, a space where father and son could navigate the complexities of their evolving relationship. Something that always goes through his head, how the space they use has transformed in something more since Orion is with them.

Tech, with a hint of curiosity and perhaps a touch of bemusement, retrieved a jar of vegetable puree from the stash he had acquired and something for himself. The storage space in the kitchen, though compact, held a surprising variety of baby food options, evidence of Tech's meticulous approach to preparation. Returning to the table, Tech resumed the feeding routine, now introducing the vegetable puree to Orion's taste buds. The infant's reaction remained unpredictable yet endearing, his tiny expressions and attempts to grasp the spoon contributing to the evolving narrative of this father-son culinary adventure.

As Tech, while taking a bite here and there from his ration bar, continued to navigate the array of flavours. Orion's babbling and Tech's occasional soft words formed a gentle symphony within the familiar confines of their shared space. The exchange between them transcended the functional aspect of mealtime, embodying the essence of shared experiences. Orion's journey into the world of solid foods became a collaborative exploration, guided by his father's careful consideration and a genuine sense of paternal warmth. With Tech, most likely unaware of it, opens his mouth when the spoon is close to Orion’s mouth, and the little one mimicking his father. In this ordinary yet profoundly significant moment, the ship like countless of times, and times to come, witnessed the unfolding narrative of a soldier turned father, embracing the delicate balance of duty and paternal joy.

Tech, attentive to the nuances of Orion's developing palate, observed his son's reaction to the Brekka beet puree. Noting the disapproval in Orion's expression, Tech remained undeterred in his efforts to introduce variety into the infant's diet. With a subtle yet determined focus, Tech retrieved his datapad and a pen. Carefully, he jotted down a note on the jar, marking the date and tapping down Orion's initial response to the Brekka beet puree in his datapad. This meticulous approach, characteristic of Tech's analytical nature, served as a testament to his commitment to understanding and adapting to Orion's preferences.

Undeterred by the initial rejection, Tech contemplated alternative options, mentally assessing the available selections. The small kitchen, a realm where culinary experimentation met paternal care, became a testing ground for new flavours and textures that would gradually shape Orion's taste preferences. As Tech reached for another jar, contemplating a more familiar choice, Orion's curious eyes followed his father's movements. The gentle exchange between them spoke of an evolving dance of discovery, a shared journey unfolding in the humble surroundings of the ship's cargo hold.

Tech, engrossed in his meticulous record-keeping, looked up as Echo, now stopping next to them, raised an eyebrow in mild amusement. Watching the domestic scene, where fatherhood and technological precision intersected. With a calm and measured response, Tech acknowledged Echo's presence, "I'm merely conducting a controlled experiment to determine Orion's preferences regarding various purees." He gestured towards the jars neatly arranged on the countertop, each annotated with dates and a symbol indicating Orion’s likes and dislikes. Echo, known for his dry wit, couldn't help but offer a subtle smirk. "Seems like Orion has his own flavour profile now." Tech nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Indeed. It ensures a systematic approach to introducing new elements into his diet."

As Echo continued on his way not even shocked or surprised to see Tech making spreadsheet on his datapad and making a small experiment out of it. Tech returned to the task at hand, expertly manoeuvring the spoon toward Orion's awaiting mouth. The culinary experimentation, Tech’s approach for the intricate dance of nurturing a growing child.

Tech, undeterred by Orion's discerning taste buds, continued his culinary experiments in the makeshift kitchen. With an air of scientific curiosity, he mixed a new combination of purees, determined to find a blend that would satisfy Orion's developing palate. Orion, seated in his high chair, observed his father's concoction with keen interest. As Tech approached with the spoonful of the experimental mixture, Orion's expressive eyes scrutinized the offering. However, as the first taste touched his tiny tongue, Orion's face contorted into a comical expression of distaste.

Tech sighed, watching as Orion promptly expelled the unwanted mixture, creating a vibrant abstract art on his bib(?) and high chair. Undeterred, Tech still smiled, appreciating the messy but endearing display of his son's discerning taste. Reaching up to snap a picture of the scene. "Well, I suppose we've ruled out this particular combination," Tech mused, his datapad already open to log the unsuccessful experiment. Orion, seemingly pleased with the outcome of his culinary protest, gleefully smacked his hands into the colourful blend on his high chair, creating a delightful mess. Tech, ever the patient father, took it in stride, realizing that the journey of introducing solid foods to his son was as much about discovery and shared moments as it was about nutrition. And Orion still is a baby, and babies make messes.

Tech, the consummate problem solver, meticulously measured and mixed a small portion of the infamous Brekka beet puree with a dash of Jogan fruit puree, Orion's favored delight. As he blended the two flavours, he maintained a hopeful expression, eager to see if this concoction would meet Orion's discerning taste. With a small bowl of yet another hybrid puree in hand, Tech approached Orion, who eyed the offering with a mixture of curiosity and scepticism. Before venturing another taste, Tech ensured that Orion took a sip from his formula bottle, aiming to cleanse his palate and create a more palatable experience. And aware to not overfeed Orion. As the spoon approached Orion's mouth, there was a moment of suspense. Orion's taste buds, still developing and unpredictable, would be the ultimate judge of Tech's culinary experiment. The spoon met his lips, and Orion, surprisingly, seemed less resistant this time.

Tech observed with a mix of anticipation and relief as Orion didn't immediately reject the bite. Instead, a thoughtful expression settled on the infant's face as he processed the combination of flavours. A small smile tugged at Tech's lips, encouraged by the possibility that this culinary compromise might just work. "Perhaps we've found a middle ground for the Bekka beet," Tech remarked, his datapad poised to record the successful fusion of purees. Orion, seemingly content with the altered taste, cooed and babbled in response, perhaps signalling his approval of the makeshift recipe. Tech, ever the doting father, savoured the small victory in navigating the intricacies of parenthood and introducing his son to the diverse world of solid foods. Which will be met with more resistance in the years to come.

Crosshair's keen eyes quickly scanned the scene as he went down the few steps to the cargo hold, taking in the aftermath of Orion's experimental culinary adventure. The colourful high chair, once pristine, now bore the marks of a tiny hands-on exploration, smears of mixed purees creating an abstract pattern that clashed with its original design of the wood from a tree, the squad got gifted long ago once on Kashyyk by Wookies.

A distinct frown etched itself onto Crosshair's face as he surveyed the mess. He crossed his arms, a clear sign of disapproval, and shot Tech a pointed look that spoke volumes. The usually stoic sharpshooter was not one to tolerate disorder, especially when it encroached upon shared living spaces. Tech, ever composed in the face of challenges, acknowledged Crosshair's disapproving gaze with a nod. "It seems we've had a bit of an artistic endeavour here," he remarked, a touch of amusement in his tone. Crosshair's response was a sceptical raise of his eyebrow, as if questioning the validity of considering this a mere artistic endeavour and not just Orion playing with his food. He moved closer to inspect the high chair, taking note of the mismatched purees and the remnants of Orion's exploration.

Tech, sensing the need to defuse any tension, swiftly reached for a cloth and began the task of cleaning up the vibrant mess. "It's a learning process for both of us," he added, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, pointing at his datapad with the chart. Crosshair, while still disapproving, couldn't entirely suppress a subtle smirk at Tech's response, Tech does go above and beyond for Orion. He grabbed his soda from the nearby cooling unit, casting a parting glance at Tech who starts the process of cleaning up.

"Just make sure your 'learning process' doesn't involve redecorating the entire ship," Crosshair deadpanned before exiting the area, leaving Tech to restore order to the culinary battlefield.

Chapter 53

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

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faline-cat444 · 1 month

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The plushies are going to include Satoru who has his hair color being treated as a shade of brown in this case.Honestly the boy has that same weird shade Smithers has if I haven't stated that already.Is it a beige?Is it a gray?Greige?Nobody knows.

But you know what wouldn't be a baaad idea?

OFFICIAL MEY MEY PLUSHIE

Really hoping we get one of those during the series runtime.He's just the perfect material and design for such a treatment.I just saw the current collection of bath fizzes and besides the Dog Duo you have a chance of finding the compact or suitcase.I can't help but compare that to how the freaking Flintstones car got to be a vitamin before Betty did.

#Pretty Cure #PreCure #Wonderful PreCure #Satoru Toyama #Daifuku Toyama

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Hi !

To you, how does common Andorian habitats look like (decoration, arrangement and number of rooms...) ?

Take care ! 👁️👄👁️ 💅🏼

Hello, zier!

So I spent some time thinking about this, as I generally do when asked a question, and this is what I've come up with.

Andorian homes and habitats vary pretty wildly depending on whether or not you're looking at smaller, modern homes for insulated family units, ancient Clan Lodges, smaller work-sleep apartments, bachelor/bachelorette pads, and so on.

Likewise, decorations and furniture can vary between all of these options. Structural arrangements are more static, at least.

🪐General Overview:

Homes of all types tend to be open plan affairs interrupted with strategic choke points and regrettably necessary load-bearing walls. Andorians don't generally go in for doors in most areas, and their concept of privacy is more theoretical than anything else - from a Human perspective, at least - but they also value security highly and will compromise such preferences for safety's sake.

Sanitary areas are, of course, another exception to the preference for open plans, but it's also very common for Andorians within a Clan to bathe and groom themselves communally or soak in hot springs together. Andorians don't view bodies as things to be hidden or to be ashamed of, and they view other species' tendencies to be body-shy as both bizarre and kind of adorable, if a little immature. Much like the Romans, most Andorians would spent all day in their hot springs and baths if they could get away with it and quite often a Clan Lodge's hot spring is a hub of social activity, particularly for Andorians who have been off-planet for some time. You're not properly home until you've had a good soak and caught up with everyone.

Sleeping quarters are separate from the main areas of the house, but the quarters themselves are large and mostly open. A popular design feature in Clan Lodges is a honey-comb like series of open, low-walled alcoves around the perimeter of a massive room, and another set around a central support beam in the middle of the room, effectively creating 'rooms' within the space. These alcoves can be collapsed or removed as needed, but no one is ever completely shut off from everyone else. Some Clans and families have a more permanent variation of this design that is built into the structure of the home itself and cannot be removed or collapsed; this allows for residents to have their own specific spaces within the home, more along the lines of how Humans think of their bedrooms, but even these are open to some degree.

Alternatively, on ships and smaller, more modern buildings you'll see the sleeping quarters as a large, inset area filled with cushions and blankets on what is effectively a floor-mattress. This is what Dagmar experienced on the transport ship to Andoria, and also in the Andorian embassy on Earth.

Kitchens and living rooms/dining areas tend to flow into one another, with the kitchen being marginally separated from the rest to manage heat output and such. Formal dining areas for observing particular traditions or hosting important guests do exist, and those are generally separate rooms, but most Andorians prefer to eat and sleep communally wherever they can; these formal rooms tend to gather dust for long stretches between events.

🪐Primary Differences:

Apartments: Work-sleep apartments and bachelor/ette pads are very similar in that they are small, compact, and generally barebones. They have all the amenities, but they're cookie-cutter basic with minimal ornamentation, three rooms total (bedroom, bathroom, open living/dining/kitchen/entrance). Dagmar lives in a work-sleep apartment adapted to suit her physiology (with doors - the horror!) which suits her just fine, but most Andorians regard them as a necessary evil to prevent ungodly commutes from their Clan territories and family homes to the major city centers. Generally, work-sleep apartments and pads are rented, limiting the amount of personalization possible, but those who make use of such residences usually go out of their way to compensate with wild furnishings and bold decorations.

Bachelor/ette pads are an even more spartan version of the work-sleep apartments, serving largely as crash pads for students and, quite often, young adults who'd prefer to play out of public view. They consist of the bare necessities and little else; generally speaking, the folks who make use of these pads aren't paying much attention to the decor or the appliances.

Some Clans own multiple work-sleep apartments and pads around their home cities for their clan members to make use of as needed. Technically, they are meant to be used for professional purposes, but as long as everything is in order when their clansman departs, no questions are asked. Many a young couple (or group, as the case may be) has taken advantage of this in the past.

Modern Homes: Modern homes are somewhere between work-sleep apartments and a Lodge, being larger and more expansive in size than an apartment by a significant margin but modest compared to the sprawling ancient strongholds. Modern homes tend to be closer to long-houses with wings added on, where all of the major gathering points (kitchen, living areas, sleeping quarters) are centrally placed while other facilities and are located in attached wings. Multiple stories are common, and usually a basement level is present for cold storage of food, but single level homes are also readily found.

Modern homes don't have access to hot springs, unless there's one available for the community at large, but that doesn't stop Andorians from constructing heated pools and steam-rooms to make up for the lack.

Fully customisable from painting to outright renovating and remodelling, each generation that lives in such a home leaves their mark upon the structure in some fashion or another.

Clan Lodges: Clan Lodges are built like ancient fortresses - because that's exactly what they are. Surrounded on all sides by towering walls, each Lodge is built to endure. Common historical features include: murder holes (also called meurtrières and machicolations), switch-back paths, massive portcullises, multiple internal gates and checkpoints, panic rooms, and barracks. Andorians adore murder holes. Additionally, Clan Lodges all have a central hearth-hall which is so named for the long, narrow hearth that runs down the center line of the room in an inset trench. Modern inventions have rendered these hearths largely symbolic, and many of the more cosmopolitan Clans have converted them to hard-light displays rather than constantly burning inefficient fuel.

Most Clan Lodges will have at least one courtyard, often multiple, and not one is decorative. Every courtyard serves a purpose, even if it's just to cultivate food or other natural resources. It is a poor Clan indeed who cannot boast at least one natural hot spring on their lands. Steam rooms and communal bathing facilities are not only common but expected, though the option to attend to matters of hygiene privately is available for those who are sick or injured.

A very small number of Lodges have the unique trait of having separate sleeping quarters for the different rankings within a Clan, but these are most commonly found in the very remote regions of Andoria and are generally looked upon as relics of a bygone era.

🪐Decorations and Arrangements:

Andorian decor is a riotous mix of wild colours, traditional folk art, modern textiles, and ancient carvings. Nearly every Andorian home has carvings throughout it, usually stonework or metal, often depicting historical events relating to the family or the Clan in some fashion. Wall tapestries are a common feature, as are heavy fur throws and decorative metalwork. There's no single rule for decorations. Just like how there's a great deal of variation in a single Human neighbourhood for furniture and decor, the same is true of Andorians.

That said, there are overarching design principles that can be applied.

Very little wood is used in Andorian design and architecture, as it's a rare and expensive material on their planet, and when it does appear it's usually as an accent rather than a main feature.

The furniture is always meant to accommodate groups of four or more. You won't see two barstools at a kitchen counter, for example, but four. Very rarely will you see configurations that Andorians would feel exclude someone from a larger group, particularly furniture intended for communal areas. Most furniture isn't terribly high off the ground, which can be jarring for some aliens, and beds in particular are either at ground level or inset into the floor.

Kitchens tend towards sleek designs for ease of maintenance and cleanliness, though that has never stopped Andorian families from adding their own personal touches to such rooms anyway.

Formal dining tables are often low-set affairs surrounded by cushions and floor-chairs, made up of lacquered rings that rotate clockwise or counter-clockwise as needed, usually laden with bowls and trays of offerings intended to be cooked in a central pot of hot oil, speared on long, two-pronged forks with hooked inner teeth. By contrast, casual dining arrangements are a much more familiar table-and-chairs set up, often in booths but not always.

Extremely formal arrangements, such as what might be seen at a high-level political dinner or gala, involve a long table studded with hot pots surrounded with stacks of tiered rings of similar trays and bowls, with the host seated at the head on one side and the most important guest seated opposite of them on the other. This is typically not seen outside of high society events.

While Humans might be tempted to apply a cold, modern-Scandinavian palette to their mental visions of Andorian homes, that couldn't be further from the truth. As a people, they value warmth and colour and comfort in their homes, and the sterile, minimalist aesthetic often seen on Earth is actually very off-putting for them.

Hope this answers everything!

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stevebattle · 1 year

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#cybernetics #robot hand #2010

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blossombriefs · 2 months

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Legendary | Chapter Eight

Guiding us through the beautiful fields, The Grand Elder had two towering Namekian guards lead us to where we'd stay for the next while. Despite being quite close to The Grand Elder's home, we were secluded from the villages. With their direction, we were led to a white, domed, capsule-shaped house with a small garden outside. It was decorated with blue-leaved trees and various rock decorations dotted around in different shapes and sizes. The path in the garden led the way to an arched doorframe that welcomed the pair of us. I smiled to myself, the building looked quaint. After we took in the outside of the house, the guards gave us a password to use in Namekian that would allow the door to open for us and let us in and out. The guards bowed, their given instructions completed.

"The Grand Elder will expect you both at his home for a meal in a few hours. Please take this time to settle in and make yourselves at home."

We headed inside together, Broly gasping as he took in the inside. I was struck by its simple yet elegant decor and design. We decided to take a small tour of the house, noticing how strikingly spotless it was - almost as if it had never been lived in before. Walls were light grey, carpets were cream, and earthy-toned furnishings accented the room. The interior was bathed in a soft, ambient light that warmed the entire space. The bathroom was compact yet luxurious, the fixtures gleamed and the shelves were full of soft, fluffy towels. The spacious shower promised relaxation after our long journey and would prove to be perfect after any training we'd both endure on Namek.

The bedroom was equally as gorgeous, proving to be a tranquil retreat. In the corner of the room was a large, comfortable bed adorned with fresh white linen and plump pillows. The small balcony had breathtaking views over the green and blue surroundings. Taking a step onto it, I inhaled the fresh air as I admired the gardens below.

Finally, the main living room had a cosy seating arrangement. Plush cushions arranged around a low coffee table for dining and a small couch was in the corner, decorated with lovely woven blankets featuring traditional Namekian designs. I settled back on one of the spaces on the couch, swinging my feet up before letting out a relaxed sigh. Having been hosted by The Grand Elder and his people, I felt so grateful. I felt an undeniable peace within these walls, despite the looming danger we anticipated.

Broly paced in the living space in front of me, his brows furrowed with his finger on his lip as he was clearly deep in thought, "Do you think the Grand Elder knows why we're here? Do you think he saw who's going to attack Namek?"

I shrugged, I had only considered the possibility briefly. "It's hard to say in all honesty. If he sent that distress signal, I'd assume he must have an idea of what's coming."

Broly nodded, his expression serious, "We need to be prepared for anything. I know you probably wouldn't mind but I'd love it if you could help train me. You're strong and smart. I'd love to learn how to be more of a soldier."

I observed his determination, I was admittedly impressed as his request elected his sincere desire to grow stronger and keep his strength more under control. His openness to learn from me felt like a testament to his trust. It was touching. With a simple nod, I acknowledged his request. I understood how important it is to hone your skills, especially when we are facing potential danger together.

"I'd be honoured to help you train, Broly," I replied, meeting his gaze with a reassuring smile. "We'll start with the basics and work our way up. Your rage is a huge factor. It terrifies even me. You're so soft and gentle with me but when you're angry you go crazy. I can try and help with that. Remember, strength isn't just physical. It's about strategy. adaptability and resilience too. I'll focus on all aspects to ensure you're prepared."

Broly's expression softened into a grateful smile, a sense of relief clear in his eyes. "Thank you, Flora. I know I have lots to learn, but with your guidance, I believe I can become a better protector and a better warrior."

We started off discussing training schedules and techniques, and the closeness between us was more and more evident. Despite how uncertain the future head, we found solace in a shared determination. We have to protect Namek and it's people. Our discussions went on for hours. We planned to train in Namek's fields for an outdoor training space. They stretched for miles are weren't close to the villages so it was safe just in case Broly went a little out of control again.

As one of Namek's suns began to dip under the horizon, a warm orange glow was briefly cast over the landscape. We both knew it was time to head to The Grand Elder's home for dinner. Once we had showered we both got ready, changing into the garments the Namekians had provided us. Broly dressed in a black dress shirt and pants and I was given a white dress with a black corseted waist. I had never worn a dress before. Looking at myself in the mirror, I smiled gently. I felt pretty. I helped Broly button up his shirt, looking up at him as I made sure he looked presentable. It was hard for him to leave Ba's ear behind, it was going to be cleaned while we were out. I stepped outside, looking up to Broly to catch a relaxed level of anticipation behind his eyes.

"I've never been to something like this before," he trailed as he shuffled his feet in the fluffy grass below.

"Neither have I," I replied, approaching him slowly.

Together, we walked along a short path and up the hill that led to The Grand Elder's home. The air was filled with a gentle hum from the Namekian wildlife and the soft rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. The towering trees cast long shadows over the path as we quickly approached the tall standing stone building. We were greeted by the two warriors who had shown us to the home, ushering us inside. I looked around in amazement as the entrance was decorated with soft lighting and intricate carvings, Namek's rich history was all documented through these impressive designs immortalised in the stone. As we followed them both up some stairs we were led inside the grand dining room. Broly stayed close by my side as we were greeted by the head of the long, polished, wooden dining table that was set before us, The Grand Elder. The table was decorated beautifully with small statues and candles, each seat had it's own fine china and cutlery arrangement. As always, I felt calm,

"Welcome, my wonderful guests," The Grand Elder said, his deep voice echoing in the sheer size of the dining room. "Please, take your seats at each side of me. Dinner will be served shortly."

As we settled into our chairs, the table would gradually fill up with more guests from the Namekian council who were invited along with us. The chatter was loud as gradually the table was laid out with plenty of freshly cooked dishes. Plates were piled high with native fruits and vegetables, steaming bowls of fragrant soups and platters of seasoned dishes added more colour to the room. Wine sourced from local vineyards was poured into everyone's glasses, everyone clinking glasses as the festivities continued. Broly took a sip, pursing his lips and flaring his nostrils upon his first taste.

Throughout the meal I found that the conversation between The Grand Elder and I. Broly listened along, nodding as he filled his mouth with food and continued sipping from his glass. The Grand Elder was incredibly interested in the stories of how Broly and I crossed paths, our fight with Frieza's men and our brief journey through the stars before receiving his signal. When given the chance, Broly touched on his story too. He shared about his banishment to Vampa with his father, and the years he spent in solitude clearly reflected on him.

"May I ask my young boy, do you know what happened to your father?" The Grand Elder questioned. Sighing, Broly clenched his fork tightly as he looked down at his plate.

"I don't know," he responded. "One minute he was there, the next he wasn't."

The Grand Elder nodded, resting a hand on Broly's firm shoulder. I looked on, contemplating the mystery. I hoped it was something we would find out the answer to along our journey, for his sake more than anyone else's. He cleared his throat before issuing a response, "Just know your father would be proud of the strong man you are today."

He looked to me next, the discussion moving on. He placed a firm hand on my shoulder too. "My army is built of the finest kinds of warriors. Some of them exhibit unfathomable strength to protect our people."

His head turned to Broly, "But where would we be if we didn't also have guardians to overlook the planet's wellbeing?"

"My Namekian army is formed of warriors and guardians. The two roles cannot work in harmony without trust and understanding. I don't think I need to educate you both on that."

I looked across the table to see Broly smiling back over to me, I couldn't help but return it. I felt like an idiot for how wide my lips held my grin. His cheeks were warmed with a slight blush as he took another swig from his wine glass. The Grand Elder leaned towards me next, his lips near enough to touch my ear as he made a simple request.

"When the meal is over, would you mind staying behind? We have much to discuss."

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dateamonster · 11 months

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Wisps of smoke were sifting through the gap in the supply closet door, and Coach knew well enough what that meant. She opened the door and the girls inside startled, nearly upsetting the censer filling the space with the thick scent of sandalwood.

She took in the scene: four juniors surrounded by assorted sports equipment and spare jerseys, crowded around a channeling board in a circle of tea candles. It wasn't one of those cheap mass-produced boards with the characters only printed onto some varnished slab of plywood either. If she were to guess, Coach would peg it as belonging to one of their parents.

"Girls, we talked about this," she sighed. "No séances on school grounds."

One of the girls, a blonde wearing what appeared to be an homage to a Victorian mourning dress complete with black veil, began to whimper and the others flocked to her side with crystal pendants all a-jingling to comfort her.

"Have a heart, miss, her boyfriend just died."

The begrieved wailed, "Danny!"

"Shaunee, sweetie, we've been over this. Daniel isn't dead. He just changed schools."

"Same difference," a witchlet with a severe purple smokey eye muttered under her breath.

"He hasn't answered any of my texts in weeks," Shaunee sobbed, eyeliner already streaming down her face. "Something must have happened to him. I'm a quarter banshee, I know about this stuff!"

Coach repressed the urge to roll her eyes. "Okay, everybody out. And put out those damn candles, that's a fire hazard. This is your final warning, ladies. If I catch any one of you using magic unsupervised one more time, it's a week's suspension for all of you."

The young witches cried out their collective complaints.

"And I'm confiscating that board, too."

"Miss, no! My mom'll kill me!"

Called it. “Well luckily if she does I’ll have this handy board so I can make sure you're attending detention from beyond the grave."

"Detention?!"

"Yes, detention. You're lucky I'm not sending you straight to the principal's office." A collective shudder went through the group at the thought, Coach included. She didn't prefer to subject anyone to that, no matter how deserving. "You brought an unauthorized magical object into school and now my basketballs smell like a Bath and Body Works."

A couple of the girls smirked at one another with badly repressed laughter. "Smelly balls."

"What's that?" asked Coach. "You want to run ten laps?"

"We're not even in class right now!"

"Twenty laps it is. Hop to it."

Another collective groan as they trudged out to the track. Coach gathered up the channeling board, the candles, the incense, and took them to her office. She unlocked the bottom drawer of her desk and tossed the lot in, to rest with the confiscated bounty of semesters past. Firecrackers, vape pens, a compact grappling hook launcher, several softly glowing amulets of various ornate designs, a petrified severed lamb's head with taut leathery skin and haunting glass eyes that followed you around the room, and a couple accumulated grams of weed. And now this, of course.

Certainly, Coach thought, she had gotten into her fair share of trouble at that age, but back in those days she would have never dared talk back to a teacher like that. This generation was a new breed. Or maybe she was just going too soft on them.

The lamb's head distended its ragged jaw and emitted a low gurgling string of Old Arabic.

"Oh what would you know about it."

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New York City is the most iconic and most visited city in the United States. With its distinctive skyline, diverse neighborhoods, world-class museums, incredible Broadway productions, and melting pot of cultures, NYC attracts millions of visitors each year. (It’s also the place I call home.) New York City is huge. I mean, ten million people live here. Where do you stay when you’re here? There are so many hotels to choose from. To help you plan your visit and narrow down your options, here’s my list of the best hotels in NYC: 1. East Village Hotel Located in the East Village, my absolute favorite neighborhood in NYC, this boutique aparthotel is run more like an Airbnb than a traditional hotel. You get sent a code before arrival to check in, and there’s no staff or restaurant on site (though an outpost of The Bean, a popular NYC café, is right downstairs). The studio apartments are designed to reflect the neighborhood’s bohemian spirit, with contemporary artistic décor, beautiful exposed brick walls, and lots of natural light. The kitchenettes include a stovetop, refrigerator, microwave, dishwasher, and silverware. Rooms include comfy pillowtop beds, showers with good water pressure, a flatscreen TV, and complimentary bath products. Everything is pretty compact, but in an area with few hotels, this is one of the best-value spots. Stay here if you want to be in a central location with tons of great restaurants and bars at your fingertips. 2. The Marlton Originally built in 1900, this historic boutique hotel in Greenwich Village has been home to many of the area’s bohemian set, including one of my favorite writers, Jack Kerouac (he even penned a few novellas here). I like that the hotel’s extensive renovations still kept its classic aesthetic. The beautiful interior has a stately feel, with ornate moldings, herringbone parquet floors, and vintage furnishings like brass light fixtures, ornate rugs, and custom-made furniture. The staff are super friendly too. The rooms are pretty small, but well designed to make use of the space. They come with flat-screen TVs, comfy beds with plush bedding, wardrobes, minibars, and marble bathrooms. The Marlton is also home to an excellent bar that serves incredible cocktails, and there’s a complimentary breakfast available too. I think it’s the best value for your money in the area. 3. Vocabulary: The Franklin This three-star hotel is in a 19th-century brownstone in the Upper East Side, the neighborhood I live in (if you see me, say hi!). The rooms here are simple, but the hotel has some great perks, like a free 24-hour espresso bar and a standard late checkout time of 12 p.m. The restaurant is currently being renovated, so there’s no breakfast available on-site, but there are tons of places just steps away. The rooms are decorated in a minimal (but cozy) style, with white-painted chandeliers and cute original art. All rooms come with large TVs and comfy pillow-top mattresses, while their larger rooms come with a desk and easy chair. Everything is newly renovated, and the glass-enclosed showers have excellent pressure. The location is great too, as it’s on a quiet, leafy street close to Central Park and Museum Mile. 4. Hotel Indigo This four-star hotel is dedicated to supporting local street art and artists, and you’ll see plenty of their work throughout the building. The rooftop bar, Mr. Purple, is a favorite among locals for fancy cocktails, and on the weekends, the area turns into an upscale club. (Because of that, it’s a 21+ hotel.). There’s even a heated pool on the rooftop too. The rooms boast hardwood floors, bold artwork, and floor-to-ceiling windows with impressive views over the city. All rooms also include Keurig machines, desks, and a minibar (for which you get a $20 USD credit). The bathrooms are large, beautifully tiled, and feature rainfall shower heads. While there’s no breakfast served on site, you’re just steps away from tons of great eateries open at all hours. Overall,

I think this hotel is the best place to stay if you want to experience NYC’s legendary nightlife. 5. The Standard The Standard is one of the best hotels in the city (I think this East Side location is even better than the one in the Meatpacking district). The bar serves some of the best drinks in town and is usually always packed with NY’s fashionable set. There’s a café where you can get breakfast in the mornings too. The recently renovated rooms are gorgeous, decorated in a minimal design with bright pops of color and lots of natural light thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows. They’re pretty big too, especially by NYC standards. All rooms at this four-star hotel feature plush beds, fluffy down pillows, huge flatscreen TVs, Bluetooth speakers, cozy bathrobes, work desks, and stocked minibars. The bathrooms are spacious, with tiled walk-in showers and organic designer toiletries. You’ll also get complimentary access to the nearby Crunch gym (in case you want to work off all the delicious food from the plethora of nearby restaurants). 6. The Library Hotel Everything at this four-star hotel is book-related. Each of the ten floors has a different theme, and all of the 60 rooms have dozens of books that fit within that theme (the hotel has a collection of over 6,000 books!). There’s also a Reading Room lounge with work desks, cozy nooks for reading or writing, and 24/7 coffee, tea, snacks, and drinks. Guest rooms are a good size (for NYC) and feature rich wood furnishings in a sleek, contemporary design, with plush bedding, minibars, flatscreen TVs, desks, and luxury bath products. There’s also free breakfast, a rooftop terrace with a bar that serves literary-themed drinks, and really helpful staff. It’s a quiet respite from an otherwise busy and loud neighborhood. Stay here for a unique experience that’s close to major tourist sites like Times Square, the Empire State Building, and Grand Central Station. 7. The Sherry-Netherland Located on Fifth Avenue, right across from Central Park, this ornate five-star hotel is housed in a stunning Beaux-Arts building. The lobby boasts vaulted, painted ceilings and custom-made chandeliers, and the elevator even has a white-gloved operator, just to highlight how upscale this property is. The property’s Italian restaurant serves breakfast in the mornings, and there’s a fitness center available too. The spacious rooms are elegantly decorated, with mahogany desks, tasteful art on the walls, and large marble bathrooms. All rooms include flatscreen TVs, luxury bath products, complimentary soda, mineral water, and chocolates, and daily newspaper delivery. This is the place to stay if you want to splash out on a classy and timeless NYC hotel experience.

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The 5 Best Camper Vans for Families Living the Van Life

Living the van life as a family can be an incredible adventure, allowing you to bond while exploring the world. To make this experience more comfortable and enjoyable, you need a spacious and well-equipped camper van that caters to family needs. Here are five of the best camper vans for families:

Winnebago Travato 59K:

Size: The Travato is a Class B camper van, making it compact and easy to maneuver.

Sleeping Capacity: It accommodates up to four people.

Features: The 59K floorplan includes a rear queen-size bed, a convertible dinette bed, and a kitchen with a two-burner stove, microwave, and refrigerator. A wet bath and plenty of storage space are also included.

Pros: The Travato offers a comfortable and efficient layout with modern amenities. It's a great choice for families who want a sleek and versatile van without sacrificing functionality.

Winnebago Revel:

Size: The Revel is a 4x4 Class B camper van designed for off-road adventures.

Sleeping Capacity: It sleeps up to four people.

Features: The Revel features a power lift bed with a gear garage underneath, a full galley with a refrigerator, stovetop, and sink, and a wet bath. It's equipped with off-road capabilities, making it ideal for adventurous families.

Pros: The Revel is rugged, off-road-ready, and built for families seeking outdoor exploration. Its versatility and durability make it an excellent choice for adventurous van life.

Roadtrek SS Agile:

Size: A Class B camper van that's compact and easy to drive.

Sleeping Capacity: It accommodates up to three people.

Features: The SS Agile offers a power sofa that converts into a bed, a well-appointed galley kitchen, and a wet bath. Ample storage space and a built-in worktable are also included.

Pros: The SS Agile is known for its efficient use of space, making it suitable for small families. It provides comfort and functionality for a family on the go.

Airstream Interstate Nineteen:

Size: This is a luxurious Class B camper van.

Sleeping Capacity: It accommodates up to four people.

Features: The Interstate Nineteen boasts a spacious interior with a power sofa that transforms into a bed, a well-equipped kitchen, and a full bathroom. It's known for its upscale finishes and high-quality materials.

Pros: Airstream is renowned for its craftsmanship and attention to detail. This van offers a touch of luxury for families seeking a more premium van life experience.

Sportsmobile Classic 4x4:

Size: The Sportsmobile is a custom-built camper van.

Sleeping Capacity: It can be customized to accommodate your family's sleeping needs.

Features: Sportsmobile offers a wide range of customization options, including different bed layouts, a kitchen area, and a bathroom. The 4x4 capability ensures that you can venture off-road.

Pros: Sportsmobiles are highly customizable, allowing you to create a van tailored to your family's specific requirements. Their off-road capabilities make them perfect for adventurous families.

When choosing a camper van for your family, consider factors such as size, sleeping capacity, amenities, and off-road capabilities if you plan on more adventurous journeys. The options listed above cater to different needs and preferences, ensuring that your family can live the van life comfortably while exploring the great outdoors. It's essential to thoroughly research and test-drive various models to find the one that best suits your family's unique van life aspirations.

#Best #Camper Van #Families #Living #Van Life

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