#coronal heating problem

[thepastisalreadywritten]

2 September 2022

Fresh off its success at the moon, India is now headed for the sun.

The nation launched its first-ever solar observatory today (Sept. 2), sending the Aditya-L1 probe skyward atop a Polar Satellite Launch Vehicle (PSLV) from Satish Dhawan Space Centre at 2:20 a.m. EDT (0620 GMT; 11:50 a.m. local India time).

The PSLV deployed Aditya-L1 into low Earth orbit (LEO) as planned about 63 minutes after liftoff, sparking applause and high fives in mission control.

"Congratulations, India, and congratulations, ISRO [the Indian Space Research Organisation]," Jitendra Singh, India's Minister of State for Science and Technology, said shortly after deployment on ISRO's launch webcast.

"While the whole world watched this with bated breath, it is indeed a sunshine moment for India," Singh added.

The successful launch followed on the heels of another big milestone for India: On August 23, its Chandrayaan-3 mission became the first to land softly near the moon's south pole.

Chandrayaan-3's lander-rover duo are expected to conk out in a week or so, when the harsh lunar night falls at their touchdown site. But Aditya-L1's long journey has just begun.

A long road to a good sun-viewing spot

Aditya-L1 won't stay in LEO forever:

After a series of checkouts, it will use its onboard propulsion system to head toward Earth-sun Lagrange Point 1 (L1), a gravitationally stable spot about 1 million miles (1.5 million kilometers) from our planet in the direction of the sun.

That destination explains the latter part of the mission's name. And the first part is simple enough: "Aditya" translates to "sun" in Sanskrit.

The 3,260-pound (1,480 kilograms) observatory will arrive at L1 about four months from now, if all goes according to plan.

But the long trek will be worth it, according to the ISRO.

"A satellite placed in the halo orbit around the L1 point has the major advantage of continuously viewing the sun without any occultation/eclipses," ISRO officials wrote in an Aditya-L1 mission description.

"This will provide a greater advantage of observing the solar activities and its effect on space weather in real time."

Indeed, another sun-studying spacecraft is already at L1 — the Solar and Heliospheric Observatory (SOHO), a joint NASA-European Space Agency mission that launched in December 1995.

(Several other spacecraft, including NASA's James Webb Space Telescope, are at Earth-sun Lagrange Point 2, which is a million miles from Earth, in the direction away from the sun.)

Solar flares, the coronal heating mystery and more

Once it's settled in at L1, the solar probe will use four three science instruments to study the particles and magnetic fields in its immediate surroundings and four others to scrutinize the sun's surface (known as the photosphere) and its atmosphere.

This work will help scientists better understand solar activity, including the dynamics of solar flares and coronal mass ejections (CMEs), ISRO officials say.

Flares are powerful flashes of high-energy radiation, and CMEs are huge eruptions of solar plasma.

Both types of outburst can affect us here on Earth. Intense CMEs that hit our planet, for example, trigger geomagnetic storms that can disrupt satellite navigation and power grids.

(As a side benefit, such storms also supercharge the gorgeous light shows known as auroras.)

Aditya-L1 will also tackle the "coronal heating problem," one of the biggest mysteries in heliophysics.

The corona — the sun's wispy outer atmosphere — is incredibly hot, reaching temperatures around 2 million degrees Fahrenheit (1.1 million degrees Celsius), according to NASA.

That's about 200 times hotter than the solar surface, which is "only" 10,000 degrees F (5,500 degrees C) or so.

It's still unclear what is responsible for this startling and counterintuitive discrepancy.

(Why would it be hotter away from the sun's core, where the energy-producing nuclear fusion reactions are occurring?)

Aditya-L1 has other science goals as well. For instance, the mission also aims to more fully flesh out the solar wind, the stream of charged particles flowing constantly from the sun, ISRO officials said.

Aditya-L1 will measure the composition of the solar wind and attempt to determine how it is accelerated.

And Aditya-L1 will do all this work on the cheap:

The mission's price tag is about 3.8 billion rupees, or $46 million US at current exchange rates.

That's in the same ballpark as Chandrayaan-3

India's first successful moon-landing mission costs about 6.15 billion rupees, or $74 million US.

For comparison, NASA's most recent big-ticket sun mission, the record-setting Parker Solar Probe, costs roughly $1.5 billion.

This disparity should not be viewed as an indictment of NASA, however; labor costs are much higher in the United States than in India, among other differences between the two nations' economies.

Aditya-L1 is a coronagraphy spacecraft to study the solar atmosphere, designed and developed by the Indian Space Research Organisation (ISRO) and various other Indian research institutes.

[krownest]

i personally think there is a huge moral problem in the government/country when millions of pounds are going to be spent on the funeral and the subsequent coronation when people cannot afford to heat their homes and feed their children

[lynnielovestlou]

bodyguard! abby anderson x princess! reader (500 followers special)

꩜ synopsis: based on the book "twisted games" by ana huang. you are next in line for the throne, and abby is your bodyguard. only one problem: you can't be with her. you have to marry someone of royal blood, and abby is not. but that won't stop you from being with her. she knows she can't have you, but she's taking you anyways.

꩜ cw: forbidden love trope , reader and abby sneak around , eventual smut (fingering, strap use, multiple orgasms, pet names, spanking, dirty talk, etc) , reader has a brother , afab! reader , fem! reader , bodyguard! abby , semi-public ,

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it all started when your brother abdicated. he quite possibly ruined your life the day he fell in love with a flight attendant and decided he didn't want to be king anymore. but you couldn't blame him. he chose love over the throne.

in reality, you could've done the same. not a single part of your body wanted to be queen. too much responsibility and stress, and not enough time to prepare. but everything you do reflects your country, and it would look bad to back out when your brother had done the same.

your grandfather was king, but as he grew older he had to teach your brother, next in line for the throne, how to rule an entire country. he had been preparing to do so for years, but when he met mckenna, he decided he didn't want to. so now, you were next to be queen. and you only had four months to prepare.

you had a dance to attend tonight, because the board decide it would be best for you to marry before coronation. so there you were, sitting on an uncomfortable throne in a room full of men that wish to be your suitor.

"are you paying attention?" a voice to your right says.

another thing. abby fucking anderson. your buff, exponentially attractive bodyguard. you two had a fling before there was this whole drama with your brother, but it soon fizzled out at the reality of the situation. you wanted her, and she wanted you. but the only problem: you can't be with her. she's not of noble blood, so by law, you can't be together.

"i dont need to be. i don't want to marry anyone here." which is almost a lie. you don't want to marry any man here.

abby sighs through her nostrils, her broad shoulders twitching, "c'mon, princess. there's got to be at least one person here that you think is good enough to be your husband."

there wasn't. even abby knew that.

"no thank you." you say with a huff, standing up and straightening out your dress just as another suitor had approached you.

you walk away without another word, abby short on your tail, "where are you going?"

"bathroom." you answer shortly, "i'm fed up with everything and this dress is making it extremely hard not to pee myself."

you excuse yourself for the second time, walking through the marble corridors of the castle while the faint sound of chatter is left in the ballroom. the only sound heard now is the clacking of your heels on the slick floors, the shoes rubbing your feet in the most uncomfortable places.

once in the bathroom you reach behind your back, fumbling with the strings of your corset.

"need some help?" abby questions. you hadn't realized that she followed you.

"i know you're my bodyguard, ms. anderson, but you don't need to follow me in the bathroom."

she chuckles lowly, "we've fucked three times and you still refuse to call me abby, huh?"

a familiar heat rushes to your cheeks.

and somewhere else.

she doesn't wait for an answer before positioning herself behind you, untying the strings for you and giving you immediate relief on your ribs.

"you know how much i hate that i have to watch you dance with other men? how much i hate that their hands are all over you...?"

you swallow, hard, "how much?"

"so much," she begins, "that i want to bend you over that sink and spank your ass raw."

your breath catches in your throat, and you stare at her in the mirror, mouth agape. your heart is hammering against your chest, like it's trying to head-butt itself out.

"take off your dress and spread your legs." she whispers in your ear, to which you comply. you'd be an idiot not to.

once you were stripped of your clothing, the cold air hits your skin and makes you shiver. but the cold doesn't last long before abby is taking you into a sloppy kiss.

"here's what's gonna happen." she says, hands snaking around your body and settling on the plush of your ass, "i don't like seeing you dance with men. so you're going to sit here and let me fuck you like a good girl, alright?"

her fingers slide through your slit. your breath catches for a second time and your body arches towards hers.

you shudder at every word, rutting yourself against her in an attempt to feel friction. she's quick to grab your hips and stop them, pulling a whine from deep within your chest.

"how many men did you dance with?" she demands, her hot breathe hovering on your lips.

"o-only six."

"seven." she corrects you, pinching and pulling on your clit, making you squirm.

"p-please, abby..."

"please what? use your words, princess." she says softly, contradicting her harsh actions.

"please... fuck me already." you plead, bottom lip quivering. your thigh muscles are shaking, and you glance at the pile of discarded clothes on the floor opposite of the counter you're pressed against. your clothes, to be exact. abby is still dressed, but you can see her bulge through her pants. the pants that squeeze her thighs and highlight every muscle. she truly is glorious.

"you wore your strap to the ball?"

she nods her head, taking her hand off your mound and using it to unzip her trousers. you whine at the lack of warmth, the cold air of the bathroom returning to your skin and giving you goosebumps.

"dont worry, sweet girl. once i'm done with you, you'll be sweating." you smirk at this, lifting yourself onto the cold tile counter. you hiss as the temperature hits your bare ass, but abby shuts you up with another kiss, "now stay still. i need to stretch you out before giving you what you really need." she says.

"but i've taken your strap before. it's not that hard."

she laughs at this, "i know you have. but this one's not the same."

your eyebrows raise, but before you can ask what she means her pants and boxers pool around her ankles. this certainly wasn't what you were expecting.

it's much longer and much girthier than than the one she's used on you before. it's even a different color. this one a hot pink, sparkly shade that's enough to force a laugh out of you.

abby giggles in unison, "you like it?" you nod, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her towards you. she's quick to shut that down, "nuh-uh. i told you i've gotta stretch you out first. spread those pretty legs f'me."

you comply easily, spreading them further. she whistles when she sees your twitching, glistening cunt, just weeping and begging for abby to take care of it.

"shit, honey... you think this country knows how wet their queen is right now?"

"but, im not the queen yet— oh!" youre interrupted when abby's middle and ring fingers slide easily into your cunt, your warm walls welcoming her familiar skin. you look down and watch your pussy swallow her up greedily, clenching around her like you're scared she's going to pull away.

"there she is. there's my girl." abby coos, kissing your knee before increasing the speed in which her fingers pump in and out of you.

all that's heard is the sloshing of her fingers in your pussy. the heel of her palm slams against your clit, deliciously stimulating it as your legs begin to shake. abby knows what she's doing, and she loves it.

"gonna look so damn pretty with a crown on your head." she huffs as that familiar coil bubbles up in the depths of your stomach, "s' pretty baby."

a string of moans cascade from your mouth as she pulls her fingers out, letting you have your orgasm on your own. usually she's fuck you through it, but she's not done with you yet.

she grabs the base of the strap, teasing your puffy and swollen folds with it but not putting it in. you whine in protest, but she tuts you in response.

when she finally does push in, however, a strained gasp falls out of your mouth from the stretch of the strap, your hands finding abby's shoulders and squeezing them, "abby— abs— i can't-"

"shh... yes you can. you can take it." she says, letting you adjust before slowly pumping in and out of you, "you can handle being queen but you can't handle this cock?"

"not-" grunt, "queen," grunt, "yet."

she pounds harder and harder, hips slamming against you. your legs are already weak, and you can tell you're going to be bruised tomorrow.

"abby," you say in between breaths, attempting to maintain your composure, "they're going to be wondering where i am."

her hips stutter, but they don't stop. the base of the strap was hitting her clit just right. she was just as close as you are, "shh... almost done. cum with me, baby. c'mon, you can do it."

with only a few more pounds you're both spiraling. you both hope to god nobody is outside the bathroom door, otherwise they would be sure to hear your heavy breathing and tight moans.

once you come down from your high, abby is already tucking her strap back into her tight slacks, the material hugging her thighs beautifully. she helps you dress yourself again in your pretty gown (after she had cleaned you up, of course).

"sorry we have to sneak around, princess. i promise one day we won't have to." she says, pecking a sweet kiss to your temple. without another word, she walks out before you, making sure it doesn't look too suspicious that you were in there together.

you're left with your reality again. you have to go back out there and dance with men that you don't love. a so simple, yet so not, marriage of convenience, when the person that your heart really belongs too has to watch from the sidelines.

but abby was right.

she couldn't have you, but she was taking you anyways.

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Taylor Swift tour puts spotlight on Brazil’s mega-event negligence

The Eras Tour, the world’s largest this year, served as a magnifying glass for the problems created by the draconian relationship between event organizers and fans

“I don’t know what my purpose in life will be after I see Taylor,” said Ana Clara Benevides on X (formerly Twitter), ten days before U.S. pop supernova Taylor Swift was scheduled to begin three days of concerts in Rio de Janeiro, between November 17 and 19.

Ms. Benevides traveled more than 1,700 kilometers from her hometown in Mato Grosso do Sul state and arrived early in the morning at the Nilton Santos Olympic Stadium in Rio de Janeiro, where the show took place. 

During the night’s opening number, “Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince,” Ms. Benevides and her cousin hugged each other. It was a much-awaited dream coming true. But during the second song, “Cruel Summer,” she fell to the floor, unconscious.

A few minutes later, medical teams confirmed that Ms. Benevides was dead after going into cardiac arrest. According to a preliminary coroner’s report, she had suffered a pulmonary hemorrhage. More tests are being conducted to determine the cause of death. Ms. Benevides had no pre-existing illnesses and experts say that the most likely reason for her death was a reaction to extreme temperature.

Undergoing an extreme heatwave that increased temperatures by an average of 5ºC, according to the National Institute of Meteorology, thermometers in Rio de Janeiro went above 40ºC on the day of Taylor Swift’s first show. The heat index inside the stadium was close to 60ºC. According to extreme weather researcher Maximiliano Herrera, that was “arguably the highest” index in the history of the Americas.

Fans inside the stadium said that ventilation outlets were covered so that those milling around outside could not watch the concert for free. A metal plate was installed near the stage railing to protect the grass but created an inferno that baked spectators. Pyrotechnics used during the singer’s performance ended up turning the stadium into an oven.

To make matters worse, Time for Fun (T4F), the company managing the event, prohibited fans from entering the premises with water bottles. Plastic cups of no more than 200 milliliters were sold for BRL 8 (USD 1.64), four times the regular price. At one point, Taylor Swift herself stopped the show to hand out water to the fans.

Continue reading.

[raven-6-10]

As promised, tagging @hamelin-born and @ertrunkenerwassergeist

So, when thinking about writing Regis, especially during the last years of his reign I try to keep one thing in mind:

Regis is, at his core, somebody who has given up.

Yeah, I know, how could I say something so controversial.

Well, let's not keep you in the dark.

Prince Regis and his support circle

(Or rather, the lack of thereof.)

We know very, very little about Regis' childhood so I have to extrapolate based on what canon info we have about Noctis.

And none of this is promising. Because it looks like for most of his childhood, his friends consisted of Clarus and Weskham. There is the one mention of knowing Aulea back then, but not much detail of how they met or how their relationship looked like. While he presumably met other noble children, there would always be that undercurrent of politics to any interactions, which isn't exactly conductive to healthy relationships. Not with the chasm between their respective social ranks.

(It exists even in his interactions with his Retinue, too, for all that they manage to forget it most of the time)

Then comes the Road Trip, with Cor dragged along and Cid who joins to keep eye on those goddamn rich city kids. Honestly, that might be the happiest time in Regis' life. He has minimal responsibilities, he's not under constant scrutiny from everyone and he has people who genuinely like him for him around himself. Life looks good, even with the war on the horizon.

And then comes Accordo and Altissia, and the failed treaty negotiations.

And then Weskham leaves.

A lot of people headcanon that Wesk stayed in Accordo to funnel information to Insomnia and act as a Lucian representative to Accordo's government. Whether that's true or not, the fact is that he was unlikely to consistently keep in touch with Regis. Not with how closely all communication channels would be monitored as the war heated up. By necessity, their friendship becomes a distant one at best.

So that's one of Regis' people gone from his life. Cid is the second one to leave him, this time entirely of his own choice.

While there are no actual specifics, the timing makes it clear that Cid was not happy with Mors pulling back the Wall and the Royal Family's policy on the refugees thereafter. Which is a polite way of saying "they left people to fend for themselves". What we don't know is how Regis reacted to it. Did he think his father had to have good reasons? Did he disagreed with him but couldn't think of anything he could do to improve things? Did he agree with Mors wholeheartedly? Either way, Cid storms out of the Citadel and Insomnia, eventually settles down in Hammerhead and, as far as we know, does not see Regis ever again.

(And there is that one hint from Cor how Cid was still angry that Regis kept secrets and refused to confide in his friends. But that's for later.)

Post-coronation and his marriage

(Or, his social circle still isn't great)

So here they are in the year 729 of Modern Era, with one friend on the other side of the world and another currently very pissed off at them, when Mors dies and leaves Regis running Lucis.

Regis is all of 23.

I don't know about you but I wouldn't leave a 23-years-old charge of a local retail shop. Nevermind the entire fucking country. Unfortunately, Regis does not have the luxury of leaving the job to somebody else, so he puts on his big boy boots and the fancy crown, and gets to work.

And there's a lot of work.

We have next to nothing about Mors and his reign, but what we do have points to a person more interested in the results than the means used to achieve them, which is never good attitude in somebody who has absolute authority over other people. It's bound to piss off people in all social strata and create some short-term "solutions" in exchange for a lot of long-term problems. I suspect Regis spent a lot of his early years as a king placating nobles and unfucking his father's various messes with Clarus and Cor's help.

Not that Cor would have been much of a help, being freshly 18 himself - ageism is very firmly alive in politics, even fictional ones - and still a reckless little shit at his heart. For Regis, Cor is firmly a little brother figure - somebody to guide and teach and protect, and to entrust important missions to once he's a little older, but not somebody Regis can rely on to support him.

(Regis never loses this mindset. Not even after Cor has been his Marshall for years. In the end, Cor is never told about the real prophecy, is sent away before the Invasion begins.)

With Clarus busy with work and Cor not suitable, Regis would have to look to somebody else for emotional support. Enter Aulea. Around this time, their relationship shifts from friends to actual courtship and then to a marriage in 732 ME. Finally, Regis has someone who isn't his subordinate and doesn't need to be kept at arms length, who is actually his equal, who he can confide in and rely on, and be happy with. His best friend's also gotten married recently and had a little boy. Life is looking great!

And then Noctis is born and Aulea dies.

(There's a lot of IRL research about how men rely almost entirely on their wives for emotional support, and how badly they cope once it's gone.)

Noctis as the Chosen One

And then we come to this cluster fuck of a prophecy.

Because Regis learns his son is going to die.

Because there's nothing he can do to change it.

Because how do you defy a god?

(You don't. Not on your own)

But there's more!

Not only is his son going to die very painfully, first the world has to be plunged into complete darkness for who knows how long. Demons will run everywhere and people will struggle to survive. In the end, Eos will be devastated and Lucis is not guaranteed to survive.

That's bound to influence his decisions, and not always consciously.

Like, we know Noctis had an unprecedented amount of freedom for a Crown Prince, going to a normal high school, having commoner friend and living outside of the Citadel. Going by his complete unfamiliarity with life outside of Insomnia (he didn't know what a gil was) and not recognising Ardyn (a high ranking member of foreign court), I would say he also didn't receive much of a training that would be expected of a prince.

(It's not like he's going to rule anything, ever)

Then there's how that knowledge would affect Regis and his policies.

Oh, I don't think he actually realised that but. Why would he try to improve anything if it's all going to be destroyed anyway? Why bother to fix the system, it's not like it's broken, it works correctly?

(It's not working correctly. It's very much broken and rotting under his feet. He just can't see that from his place at the top.)

What does it have to do with Galahdians?

Freaking everything.

Starting with Mors' shitty refugee policies that likely never were repelled in full, through the fact that Regis likely had to make a lot of concessions to nobles to secure his reign, to his negligence of and ignorance about the issues arising among the lowest classes.

After all, corrupt officials will not suddenly decide to stop on their own. They can and will only get worse, because they feel more and more untouchable with every stolen yen and every bribe taken.

And resentment builds up.

[wcrriorhearts]

The beating of mighty wings was the sound Elaena had fallen asleep to hours ago, trusting Sapphire entirely to take her to the land of their birth, the place she loathed with everything in her, because it was where she had lost so much. Eight years had passed since the dance and though she had been aware of her brother's coronation, not many other news had reached her parts of Essos, until rumors of a prince weeding out the Greens had sprouted in the streets of Pentos, one whose character reminded of the rogue King consort Daemon, but who was supposed to be the dead Queen's eldest son. Those rumors attracted her attention and after a long debate with herself, the shunned princess decided that it was time to go home. She had never desired to return to Westeros, because she believed everything she had loved about it to be gone anyway, but three of her brothers lived and so did both of her sisters - mayhaps not everything was lost.

A roar startled Elaena awake and she sat up straight on the she-dragon she called her own, tired lavender eyes blinking into the sunrise above King's Landing. She saw people scatter in the streets below, panic visible in their erratic movements at the sight of a dragon, when all of them had been extinct during the dance or shortly after. No one could fault them for their fear, for Sapphire was a vicious beast, who was more feral than tamed and would gladly eat them all. But despite her wild nature and seemingly violent nature, she listened to the human girl who had tried to force her into clothes as a hatchling and so no one was harmed as they soared over the city towards the pit where once all of the family's dragons were housed. There was no way of confining Sapphire to it, who would not be caged, not even for Ella, but that was no problem in the girl's eyes, for she would just let the dragon free as usual. Sapphire would find a spot to hunker down and come when she was needed.

The pit was unguarded and no dragon keepers lingered here any longer, but her arrival had not gone unnoticed and she found members of the King's Guard there to greet her, suspicion and confusion on their features. Elaena slipped from the back of her dragon and landed on naked feet, already missing the desert heat and way of living in Essos. Everything here already seemed stiff and like a fragment of a past she had long left behind. "I am Elaena Targaryen and I demand to see my brothers", she said in High Valyrian, no longer remembering much of the common tongue. The guards seemed confused, but one of them had picked up her name, eyeing her suspiciously. Fine, she was supposedly dead, killed alongside her mother at Dragonstone. Maybe she should have sent a letter ahead. After a moment of deliberation, they decided to escort her to the castle. The trek through the city was painfully long, all the while Ella's anxiety rose at being back here and facing her brothers after so long.

@all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone gets a starter

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

NASA observations find what helps heat roots of ‘moss’ on Sun

Did you know the Sun has moss? Due to its resemblance to the earthly plants, scientists have named a small-scale, bright, patchy structure made of plasma in the solar atmosphere “moss.” This moss, which was first identified in 1999 by NASA’s TRACE mission, blossoms around the center of a sunspot group, where magnetic conditions are strong. It straddles two atmospheric layers known as the chromosphere and corona and hides below the long feathery ropes of plasma known as coronal loops.

For decades, scientists have struggled to understand how this mossy region is connected to the Sun’s lower atmospheric layers and how material there is heated from 10,000 degrees Fahrenheit up to nearly 1 million degrees Fahrenheit — 100 times hotter than the bright surface just below. Now, research enabled by NASA’s High Resolution Coronal Imager (Hi-C) sounding rocket and NASA’s Interface Region Imaging Spectrograph (IRIS) mission have given scientists insights into the superheating mechanism at play in the moss.

Observations from these instruments combined with complex 3D simulations have now revealed that electrical currents may contribute to heating the moss. Throughout this region there is a mess of magnetic field lines, like invisible spaghetti. This tangle of magnetic spaghetti creates electrical currents that can help heat material to a wide range of temperatures from 10,000 to 1 million degrees Fahrenheit. This local heating in the moss appears to occur in addition to heat flowing from the hot, multi-million-degree overlying corona. This insight, published in the journal Nature Astronomy on April 15, can help scientists understand the larger question of why the Sun’s entire corona is so much hotter than the surface.

“Thanks to the high-resolution observations and our advanced numerical simulations, we’re able to figure out part of this mystery that’s stumped us for the past quarter of a century,” said author Souvik Bose, a research scientist at Lockheed Martin Solar and Astrophysics Laboratory and Bay Area Environmental Institute, NASA’s Ames Research Center in California’s Silicon Valley. “However, this is just a piece of the puzzle; it doesn’t solve the whole problem.”

For that, many more observations are needed. Some are coming soon: Hi-C is scheduled to launch again this month to capture a solar flare, and it may also capture another moss region together with IRIS. However, to obtain observations that can fully address how the corona and moss are heated, scientists and engineers are working to develop new instruments onboard the future MUlti-slit Solar Explorer (MUSE) mission.

IRIS and TRACE are part of NASA’s Explorers Program.

IMAGE....At the center of this image (left) from NASA’s High Resolution Coronal Imager sounding rocket is a small-scale, patchy structure on the Sun that solar physicists call “moss.”  It forms low in the solar atmosphere around the center of sunspot groups on the Sun where magnetic activity is strong. An image from NASA’s Interface Region Imaging Spectrograph, or IRIS, mission shows a detailed scenery of the cooler roots of moss (right). Credit NASA/Bose et al 2024

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Stone cold

@awesome-bluehair-universe thank you for this delightful prompt. It was so damn fun to write!!!!

Prompts: Mafia AU - Coroner - Soulmates - Eönwë x Finarfin

Words: 1.5

Characters: Eönwë x Finarfin

Warnings: Graphic description of death, injury, etc

Eönwë shivered slightly. For someone who had grown up in an organisation that was callously called “The Mafia” by most people, he was surprisingly squeamish around dead people.

Nevertheless, he walked on bravely towards the double doors at the end of the gloomy corridor—Manwë had insisted he talk the local coroner out of looking too closely into the body that had been delivered to the morgue this morning.

Shaking his head, Eönwë thought to himself that it was outright reckless how much his boss still tried to cover for his brother. As far as crime and questionable morals went, their little family unit was certainly far from above-board and yet, Melkor still managed to break all the codes and rules they had set up.

And someone else always had to clean up after him. That someone, right now, was Eönwë.

He had an ace up his sleeve, of course; the local gangs were notoriously unstable and spent the whole blessed day shooting at each other. Surely, he could convince the coroner that the man who lay dead as a doornail on a metal slab was but another unfortunate victim of territorial rivalries.

Again, he shuddered at the idea of blaming Thingol for the cold-blooded murder of the poor boy.

Banging his broad hand against the frosted glass of the door, Eönwë waited patiently for an answer.

“Come in,” a melodious voice called.

Shit—this was not what he had imagined finding!

Eönwë froze as soon as he had stepped into the shockingly cold room. First of all, there was the cadaver of the latest victim of Melkor’s insanity. Word on the street was that one of his cronies had cloven the kid’s head with some kind of axe.

Why anyone would run around with such a conspicuous weapon was too much of a philosophical question for poor Eönwë to answer though—he simply—foolishly—hoped that the whole affair was as baffling to the coroner as it was to him.

Swallowing frantically, the young herald of a much greater and more threatening organism tried hard to keep his lunch inside his body.

“Hello,” he said in a choked voice. “I’ve come to inquire about the unfortunate accident.”

His words dried up as the sea-coloured eyes of the coroner settled on him coolly. This was the second problem: the coroner was startlingly handsome and, while a competent enforcer and a trusty herald, Eönwë was hopelessly clumsy in his dealings with people he deemed attractive.

“Accident?” The coroner cocked his head, golden locks spilling across his shoulder in a cascade of underground sunlight. “This young man has been brutally murdered.”

He pointed at the remnants of his skull without betraying any kind of emotion.

“Indeed,” Eönwë croaked nervously. “Yes, yes…” Remembering his duty, he slid a little closer to the stiff man whose unnervingly straight gaze drove flustered heat into his cheeks now. “Do you have any idea who might have done that?”

“A tall man with a heavy bladed hammer?” The answer smacked faintly of sarcasm; Eönwë struggled to school his face into a neutral expression—it would not do to betray Manwë by giving away his own feelings of guilt.

“If you have come to mourn, you can join the weeping ginger upstairs,” the coroner went on calmly. “He’s utterly hysterical and I am almost sure that he’s started shedding like a distressed cat. Or can I do something else for you?”

“I…” Eönwë’s mind went blank; he had expected an elderly person with slipping glasses and a hunched back and not a blindingly good-looking, discomfortingly efficient doctor who made his stomach somersault wildly. “Aren’t you horrified by this?” He flapped his hands at the corpse lying between them like a gruesome chaperone.

“No,” the man replied and took off his latex gloves with an arousing, sharp slapping noise. “Finarfin,” he introduced himself tersely. Before Eönwë could react, Finarfin went on in that dispassionate, well-bred tone. “Both my brothers have died ghastly deaths—one was found burned to a crisp and the other had been beaten to a literal pulp—so, I don’t think anything can shock me anymore.”

Pity welled up in Eönwë’s heart—threatening to drown out his better judgment—as he realised that he was in the company of someone who might have understood what his life had been like. Neither one of them had truly chosen their place and purpose in this world—their tasks had been handed to them, covered in blood and ashes, and they had risen to the challenge as well as they could.

What other choice did they have?

When their eyes met again, over the table and the dead boy, Eönwë felt something shift within his heart. Varda, his boss’ wife, always babbled about “soulmates” and, for the first time ever, Eönwë was inclined to have even the tiniest bit of faith in her confused and confusing beliefs.

She and Manwë were undeniably meant for one another—that, Eönwë did not question or deny. Imperious, haughty, and as ruthless with their enemies as they were gentle and caring to their friends, they were a power-couple if ever there had been one.

Whether or not Varda had been able to foresee their union through consulting tea leaves, the stars, and magic crystals though was an entirely different matter.

Nevertheless, Eönwë could not deny that he felt the unstoppable and irrepressible attraction emanating from that still figure before him; Finarfin struck him as smooth and clean, just another sterile tool made of marble and gold, and yet, there was anger and yearning bubbling just beneath the surface as well.

It surprised the inveterate criminal that he himself suddenly longed to be washed clean of his sins. Indeed, he wanted to stretch out on that cold table and have those elegant, white hands excise every evil deed and bad thought from his body.

Furthermore, he wanted to grab those frightening forceps and break open the shell of compressed and hardened grief Finarfin had wrapped around himself like a cocoon of misery.

“So, no ideas as to the man or the weapon?” he asked cautiously. There was more on the line for him now than just the safety of his people—and Melkor’s for that matter—as this had gotten very personal much too quickly.

Finarfin sighed. “Could have been anyone,” he said with a shrug. “Not as if we ever found the culprit around here. Might have been Gothmog, might have been Mablung, might have been his own brother for all we know.”

At the mention of Melkor’s terrible enforcer, Eönwë flinched which was thankfully interpreted as a disgusted or even fearful reaction rather than as a guilt-laden one.

“So, why does a handsome stranger like you come to the morgue unexpectedly? Did you know the boy?”

Eönwë shook his head hesitantly. “I was just curious, I guess,” he lied through his teeth. “I’d…rather not keep you from your work.”

He bit his lip; he had almost said “I shall leave you to it before it grows cold”, but the lad was stone-cold dead already and he did not want to imply that Finarfin was about to devour him, despite the strange, threateningly gleaming utensils arrayed in front of him.

“You’re welcome to come back any time you like,” Finarfin said in a level voice.

Eönwë thought that it had warmed up a little, but it might well have been that his own mind was simply playing tricks on him.

“Uh, yeah,” he stammered—he still didn’t dare looking down on the cadaver and the mere idea of willingly spending more time with dead people made his stomach churn in rebellion, but he did not refuse out of hand.

“We could also meet somewhere else,” Finarfin added in a now distinctly kinder voice. “If you’re not interested in the work. I feel a bizarre kind of kinship with you. Is that an odd thing to say?”

“Over the lifeless body of a deceased youngster? Maybe,” Eönwë chuckled; he decided then and there to trust Varda and her weird hocus-pocus and to go out on a limb. “But I feel the same, to be honest, and I’d be delighted to have a drink…someplace else…at some other time.”

Finarfin nodded encouragingly.

As Eönwë extricated a sleek, dark blue card from his coat pocket and set it down on a nearby table, he realised that Finarfin would probably guess what kind of people he ran with. His heart gave a painful lurch.

Stepping around the table, Finarfin picked up the card and gazed at it pensively for a few seconds.

“Just my luck, I guess,” he sighed and then visibly pulled himself together. “How does tomorrow at 7 in the pub across the street sound?”

@fellowshipofthefics Here is another one for May then :)

Lots of love from me

-> Masterlist

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Hello Ange~ Firstly, American here. I love hearing about what's happening with royalty and the coronation. I've never followed it, so hearing them pull a Team Green 'bow to the King' in real life is fascinating (and probably horrifying? Hopefully they don't hang people for it or refuse them from being able to go home).

As for the fandom: Who would you rather... Daemon or Aemond?

[1] Who would you take with you on long road trips? [2] Who would you bring along as back up to squash beef with someone? [3] Who would you invite to meet your parents and/or personal friend group? [4] Who would you rather have as a son if they were a child? [5] Who would you take out to the movies? [6] Who would you take to the mall? [7] Who would you show all of your smut to? [8] Who would you let pick out an outfit for you? [9] Who would you let cut your hair? [10] Who do you think would take the biggest piss out of the coronation?

I think a lot of people will be using the opportunity to boo Ol' Charlie Boy, at least they will if they have any sense! We have elderly people in this country dying of hypothermia because they can't afford to turn on their central heating, yet this fucking coronations looks set to be one of the most expensive events in British history. ANYWAY, onto the meat of your ask...

I would take Daemon on long road trips. With how many times he's been exiled he's a seasoned traveller, so I'd feel safest with him.

Daemon again. I know whoever I have a problem with is less likely to mouth off to me if there's the sinister threat of having their head hacked in half by Dark Sister.

For my parents: Aemond. My mum doesn't speak very good English, so gets around this by just electing not to speak and my dad is the brooding, silent type - he'd handle the uncomfortable silence well. For my friends, Daemon. They're a raucous bunch, who like to drink, and I think they'd find him good craic.

Aemond. Well behaved and a total mama's boy, what more could I ask for? The Freudian implications of this answer are giving me the gips lol YIKES.

Aemond. It's a silent activity, so he'd enjoy it and I think we'd share similar taste in cinema.

Daemon. I hate shopping, I feel like his "fuck around and find out" attitude would make it slightly more bearable.

Aemond. I have a corruption kink lol

Aemond. Slay-mond. I like how he dresses, despite the fact he never changes his fucking clothes, so I think he'd pick something stylish.

Daemon. He cycles through enough hairstyles in season one for me to believe he knows what he's doing with a pair of scissors.

Daemon, 100%. I think Aemond would be a royalist, as much as that pains me to say.

[wonda-ch]

Seven forms of love OC questions ❤️ – Storge 1 and Pragma 2 for Tishlia?

For the Love Promts

Storge 1 - Did your OC's parents love them unconditionally? If so then has this helped them feel confident as an adult? If not then how has this affected them? What were the conditions their family attached to their relationship?

Tishlia's parents loved her unconditionally. But they also placed great responsibility in her hands. Her mother tried to prepare her daughter for the responsibility of ruling a kingdom better than she had been prepared for her own coronation. That Tihslia never had her mother's ambition to achieve greater things, she had not considered.

The two were like fire and ice in Tihslia's late teens. Tristian on the one hand and Midnight on the other always managed to calm down the heated tempers and so it always came to a reconciliation after a dispute. In between these fights, their relationship was always loving and friendly.

Tishlia's relationship with her mother improved considerably as she grew up. Especially right before her wedding to Daeran, when they talked a long time and a lot of problems and secrets were solved.

Pragma 2 - What is the biggest challenge that your OC has had to overcome in a long-term relationship or friendship? What helped them get through this?

The biggest blow to a friendship was the day Midnight disappeared after an argument with Jax and didn't return for almost a year. She was still in touch with him, but the fact that he didn't want to see her either and wouldn't tell her where he was was a hard test for her and hurt her more than she admitted.

The first 12 years of their relationship were not very challenging for Tisha and Dae. When they weren't providing for their own amusement, there were enough outside problems to deal with that they sometimes wished for a little boredom. After that time, they ascended. All the more they turned to each other and deepened their relationship. It was many years later that the question sometimes arose as to whether their relationship would still be able to develop after so many years, or whether it might come to a dead end at some point. This was an unbearable and frightening thought for both of them. But it would come to pass that someone else would answer that question for them, and a dead end was never in sight.

-Very Little piece of post Ascencion WIP 👀

… " He plays around us…"

"… like a spring breeze. I think we agree?" The look he gave her was open and completely honest. No fear, no doubt, no suspicion, he wanted it as much as she did.

"We are. He's going to stay with us." …

"… like a spring breeze. We're on the same side, I guess?" The look he gave her was open and completely honest. No fear, no doubt, no suspicion, he wanted it as much as she did.

"We are. He's going to stay with us." …

[cyanocoraxx]

insert funny haha memes about the queen dying here. anyway.

don't disregard how this is going to affect the country and thereby all of us in the UK in some way. the queen's funeral will probably lead to a national bank holiday, wherein the banks and stock markets will close - this will lead to an economic hit of gross domestic product that will cost billions, potentially up to 6 billion. thousands of hours of labour will likely be lost. not to mention that royal funerals cost millions - prince phillip's funeral for example reportedly cost 2.1 million in costs through the home office. there is little information available on how much of this was taxpayer-funded. prince charles' coronation will also cost millions, and some of this will also be taxpayer-funded - by how much, we don't know.

this is during a time when the average person in the UK is already struggling to make ends meet. our energy prices are rising, food prices are rising, the cost of living itself is skyrocketing. people are having to choose between being warm in their own home or eating a decent meal at the end of the day. many senior people have stated that they won't be turning on their heating this winter due to the sheer cost. the queen's death will remove attention from this serious problem in our country for some time. taxpayers’ money that we all need funnelling back into this economic crisis is going to go to the royal family’s upcoming events.

this is a sad time for some brits, but it’s sadder for all of us as we continue to struggle to live our lives. we’re in the middle of an economic crisis out here.

[astro-studying]

~Thursday, June 1, 2023 ~

I told myself I was going to write about my REU often and look how that worked out lmfaooo

It's almost been 2 weeks since I got to UAH, here's a quick list of things that have happened to recap, and then I promise I'll update regularly LOLOL

I got really cool pictures on the plane ride down here

All 3 of my suitemates are trans/enby like myself, and we all get along phenomenally!! I couldn't have asked for better roomies

We had a lotttt of lectures last week on all sorts of topics. I found the one on gravitational astronomy particularly interesting (LIGO just started its 4th observation run, that's super super exciting!)

I got the details of my project!

My title is Active Region Simulation with EBTEL. In a nutshell, I'll be using Enthalpy-Based Thermal Evolution of Loops (EBTEL) simulations to observe differences in heat/density fluctuations in coronal loops with the introduction of nanoflares, which are small scale energy releases. This will be useful in trying to better understand the coronal heating problem - why the heck does the temperature go from a few thousand K at the photosphere to suddenly orders of magnitude higher??? SUPER excited about this project! All three of my mentors are either associated with or work at NASA, so my work amongst the others will directly help them in their projects which is super cool.

My suitemates and I visited the Huntsville Botanical Gardens, and I got lots of artsy photos! (pictures above from here: the piano, the ladybug in the flower, and the walkway over water)

We found a good boba place nearby (SCORE!!) called Leafly!

good soup.

I found two seeds that had little roots forming inside an apple I ate, so we germinated them and stuck em in some soil. They stood up within a day!

A lot more happened, but this is a pretty decent list of notable things!

I'm super stoked to be here, and I cannot wait to get started on my project!!

[laresearchette]

Saturday, May 06, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: PROBLEM SPACES (discovery +) CORONATION OF NEW GUY WHO WILL APPEAR ON OUR MONEY (CBC/City TV/CTV) 4:00am WHEN LOVE SPRINGS (W Network) 8:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT? ABDUCTED ON PROM NIGHT (TBD - Lifetime Canada) THE BOND (TBD - Animal Planet Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA M3GAN ONEFC: ONE FIGHT NIGHT 10: JOHNSON VS. MORAES III

CURLING (SN1) 2:00pm: Grand Slam of Curling: Champions Cup - Tiebreakers or Quarterfinals (SN360) 6:00pm: Grand Slam of Curling: Champions Cup - Quarterfinals (SN1/SN360) 10:00pm: Grand Slam of Curling: Champions Cup - Men's & Women's Semifinals

NBA BASKETBALL (SN) 3:30pm: Knicks vs. Heat - Game #3 (TSN4/TSN5) 8:30pm: Warriors vs. Lakers - Game #3

MLB BASEBALL (TSN2) 4:00pm: Yankees vs. Rays (SN1) 6:30pm: Jays vs. Pirates (SN Now) 8:30pm: Dodgers vs. Padres

NHL HOCKEY (CBC/SN) 7:00pm: Oilers vs. Knights - Game #2

HERO MODE (Family Channel Canada) 7:00pm: A teenage coding prodigy has 30 days to create the world's greatest video game and save his family's business.

MLS SOCCER (TSN3) 7:30pm: CF Montreal vs. Orlando

HOUSE OF DEADLY LIES (Lifetime Canada) 8:00pm: A stay-at-home mom takes in her struggling best friend to help her through a tough time, but soon secrets are revealed that could tear her family apart and put everyone in danger.

ALASKA ANIMAL RESCUE: UNBEARABLY CUTE (Nat Geo Canada) 8:00pm: Mischievous brown bears, baby sea lion pups, mysterious eagles, and other iconic Alaskan species.

DINO HUNTERS (Science) 8:00pm/9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Clayton Phipps and his son Luke put it all on the line for a risky raptor fossil buried under 30 feet of earth. And the Harrises decide to go for broke to prep their multi-million dollar T-Rex skull. In Episode Two, Clayton and Luke begin to excavate the deep overburden that covers the Tyrannosaurus rex site; while Mike Harris travels to Utah to prep the Cowboy rex skull, Aaron, Jake and Tori think they're on a bucket-list discovery at the Duckbill site.

HOARDERS CANADA (Makeful) 8:00pm/9:00pm: Christine unpacks her warring impulses: to keep everything from her past and to create a calm environment for her teenage daughters, who have autism; experts help her embrace balance and a healthier family life.

FOR THE LOVE OF CHOCOLATE (Super Channel House & Home) 8:00pm: Preparing for the annual Masters of Chocolate Festival, Aria's plans get rattled when she loses her partner shortly before the competition. However, a dashing single father soon steps in to help Aria find the winning ingredient.

CHARLES: IN HIS OWN WORDS (Nat Geo Canada) 9:00pm: Rare footage and interviews give an intimate portrait of Britain's king.

AMSTERDAM (Crave) 9:00pm: In 1933 three close friends find themselves at the center of one of the most shocking secret plots in American history.

THE HONEYMOON (Starz Canada) 9:00pm: Adam whisks his new bride Sarah to Venice for a honeymoon, but Adam's gross best friend Bav tags along. A charming gangster Giorgio falls for Sarah, sending Adam and Bav across the border on a drug-dealing mission.

NLL LACROSSE (TSN/TSN4) 9:30pm: Panther City vs. Roughnecks

[kingwilliamv]

Not sure why William is getting all the heat like he makes the decisions. The way I see it, The Queen and Prince Charles are at fault for not building the relationships in the first place. Not sure why William is being blamed for having not attended events from decades ago.

Also, if anything, Charles should be going or at least he or The Queen (since they are probably the ones who received the invitation) should have allocated someone to visit on their behalf if they couldn’t go.

Also comparing the Ball to the Top Gun premiere makes no sense to me. One raised money for charities and an industry and caused exposure for an industry that has taken a huge hit in the last two years. The second is a gathering of extremely wealthy people to have fun. I get the point but at least compare things properly. Make no mistake, the ball is just a mixer for rich people and actually has nothing to do with public duty.

I don’t mean to come off as rude but that’s just my take.

Royal film premieres are for a charity that raises money for people who work in the industry. BRF members don't just turn up to mingle with famous people. People can complain all they want about what BRF do/don't attend but why lie about the reasons they attend certain events?

I'm sorry but did that anon seriously compared an event in HIS country to a european royal exclusive gathering in another country? Seriously? Not to mention an event that him as the president of BAFTA and an RAF officer needs to attend?

While I'm at it, why should he or any other BRF members should be invited or need to attend to those kind of event? It's neither coronation, nor a memorial service. Let's be real. BRF is not the same as european royals. Hence, BRF. Not every royal gathering has to involve them.

I don’t have a problem with W&K not attending these royal events. I honestly don’t expect them to until they become PPoW. Also, it doesn’t have to be the Cambs that should attend. The Wessexes are good enough for me. I guess people just really like W&K to go to these events as: 1) the event is glamorous, 2) most of the attendees are in the same age group as them.

It is indeed unfair to compare this event to the Top Gun premiere as, apart from rubbing shoulders with celebs, it comes with a good cause. I guess it just comes along with the territory on how royal watchers view celebrity interactions (I don’t like Hollywood people either but if it’s for charity, then I’m fine with it)

Finally, yes, it’s an event filled with rich people but as mentioned by another anon, it helps in building relationships with other European nations.

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Hart and Hunter - Chapter 22 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Dane Hunter

If I didn't know what awaited us, it would have been a pleasant drive.

Early morning sunlight streams through the boughs of the tall, evenly spaced pines, little chipmunks and ground squirrels scamper through the underbrush and birds flit among the trees.

Picnic tables dot the landscape and I catch a glimpse of blue water up ahead. 

As we near the boating area, I also see the first signs of something amiss... flashing lights in the open parking area near the boat ramp and a row of official vehicles lining the side of the road. 

Pulling up behind a car bearing the marks of the sheriff's department, I take stock of who's here and who's not.

It's an eclectic mix of sheriff's deputies, fire personnel, parks services and few unmarked vehicles... some of which I recognize. 

"No sign of the coroner," I murmur.

"He's either not here yet or he's been and gone but my money's on the former." 

"Looks like the sheriff's here in person."

Julian points to a large, shiny SUV blocking the road up ahead.

It's bigger and fancier than the rest and has 'sheriff' written on the side in red and gold lettering.

"Is that usual?" 

"Not for a department this size but that's Randall Walker for you. If there's a chance of press coverage, he'll want to be sure he gets his mug in the shot." 

I get out and slam the door shut after me, not bothering to lock it with the forest full of law enforcement.

Circling around to Julian's side, I hear the echoes of a heated argument filtering through the trees. 

"Sounds like Coleridge is here, too," Julian remarks mildly and points. 

I follow the direction of his gaze and see the source of the commotion up ahead.

Near a picnic bench at the edge of the pines, Coleridge faces off against a large, balding man wearing a khaki uniform with a shiny, star-shaped badge pinned to the chest.

Sheriff Walker clutches a brown fedora in one hand and gestures angrily with the other as he shouts. 

Coleridge is having none of it and shouts right back at him.

As we draw closer, I make out her words. 

"The most irresponsible, unethical, unprofessional, fucking shit-headed thing to do." 

Walker's face is red with fury as he jabs a finger at Coleridge's chest.

"Now, see here, you meddlesome bitch. This is my investigation and I'll run it however I damn well see fit. You've got no right to barge in here and tell me..."

"I'll tell you where you can shove your investigation," Coleridge snaps.

"And I'm telling you this isn't an accident or a suicide, Walker. It's not a photo-op either. That young woman was murdered and you better pray to the God of shady politics her family doesn't see that headline before your cowboys deliver the news properly. If they do, you can sure as hell kiss your chance at re-election goodbye." 

"Chief," I call in greeting as the distance between us closes.

She looks up and frowns but some of the raw anger leaves her face, tempered by a friendlier expression. 

"Hart. Hunter. What are you two doing here?" 

"Saw the headline," I say. 

"Shit," she says, running a hand over her greying hair and sighs. 

"I take it collaboration is off the table?" 

Scowling, she turns to look after the sheriff and his posse. 

"Walker's a son of a bitch but he's not a fool. He's allowing us to 'shadow' his 'operation' because he knows his team isn't equipped for something like this. He wants the credit and the glory and I don't want evidence lost or mishandled. So, in a perverse way, our interests align. Problem is, he needs to look and feel like he's in charge all the time."

She sighs.

"This is why we need a centralized homicide unit. Get the fucking egos out of the way." 

"I remember the last time you proposed that. Made for one hell of a town hall meeting." 

She laughs, though it's a rough, humorless sound.

Then she turns to Julian and her expression shifts.

I'd almost call it 'motherly' if I didn't know better. 

"Hart, you alright?" 

Julian crosses his arms and huffs.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" 

"Because you look like shit," Coleridge says before I can come up with a more diplomatic answer.

"And because I know you got history with this place." 

His eyes go wide.

"You do?" 

"Yeah. You think I don't do thorough background checks on consultants? Especially the ones who claim to be psychic. Your father took his own life here." 

I bristle at her bluntness, ready to step between my mate and the threat of harm but Julian speaks for himself. 

"It's complicated," he says.

"But yeah, he died after jumping from the dam." 

She chews her bottom lip.

"Are you up for it? You want to read the body, right?" 

Julian and I exchange looks.

"There's a chance I might pick up something important. So, yeah... I'd like to try," he says and Coleridge nods. 

"Good. Come with me. Halloran and Vasquez are down there already, trying to manage the scene. I hate to speak ill of other law enforcement but honestly, it's like herding cats." 

She leads the way towards the lake and we emerge from the trees into a wide, paved area filled with a haphazard collection of emergency vehicles and roaming personnel. 

The boat ramp is a long slab of ribbed concrete that descends beneath the water, with an old wooden dock stretched alongside.

Beyond this, the lake lies blue and serene beneath the morning sky, its surface as yet undisturbed by the wind and waves that build throughout the day. 

Several hundred yards to the west, the curve of the dam bends the water in an artificially smooth arc, on the other side of which is a precipitous and deadly drop. 

I look at Julian but his attention is elsewhere.

To our right, a black plastic screen has been erected around a spot further down the rocky shoreline.

Beside it, Halloran and Vasquez stand side by side, arguing with a couple of deputies. 

Coleridge sighs.

"Leave this to me. You ready?" 

Julian nods, his mouth set in a determined line. 

With some misgivings and still half hoping I can somehow shield him from whatever awaits us, I follow him towards the scene. 

[fu-world]

Researchers discovered a new type of solar radio radiation - solar solitary wave radiation

Solar wind acceleration and coronal heating are difficult problems in the field of solar physics. The main difficulty lies in the lack of effective astrophysical diagnostic methods for the high-temperature, thin and fully ionized coronal plasma, especially the "meta-process" of collective plasma interactions at the particle dynamics scale. According to the radiation dynamics spectrum, solar radio radiation can be divided into many different types, reflecting the differences in atmospheric environment and physical mechanisms in the radiation source area. For example, type III radio bursts are characterized by rapid frequency drift and type II radio bursts have relatively slow frequency drift.

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