#field reporter jim

[theoriginalspaceexpeditionist]

Captain Jim Hawkins Headcanons

Hello hello! I adore writing about Jim Hawkins. Despite the awkward design of him in The Battle at Procyon video game, I have loved exploring his future as a captain. Here are a few of my Captain Jim Hawkins headcanons:

Jim takes risks with his ship and crew on missions. While other Naval Officers would follow protocol to the letter, Jim throws the rule book out the window. This leads to others thinking he's rash and incompetent. In reality, the risks Jim takes are perfectly calculated. He would never put his crew in unnecessary danger for his own ego. He weighs the odds which is why his gambles typically pay off.

He's a young captain. Despite his fellow crew being trained to serve their commanding officer, some can't help but passive-aggressively talk down to Jim. When meeting with base command, Jim will occasionally run into an Admiral or two with more years in the field who see Jim as 'too inexperienced'. While this irritates Jim, he converts the frustration into a drive. He goes out there and rattles the stars despite how people treat him.

He was issued a standard Naval Officer tricorn hat upon graduation, but he never wears it because he prefers the wind in his hair while out among the stars.

He takes great care to oversee his lines and tackle. He's not about to repeat the fear of losing a crew to a lifeline failure.

Sometimes he takes the longboats out on a test run, and the rest of his crew all refuse to join him because of that one time with that one stunt...you know...Jim being Jim.

At first the crew aren't sure how to react around their young captain with his pink shape shifting companion, but Morph quickly becomes a favorite. An annoying favorite, but a favorite nonetheless. Sometimes Jim asks Morph to report in on how the crew are handling their emotions because morale is just as important as a job well-done aboard ship. Morph keeps people in higher spirits on those long or heartless missions.

Mister Onyx is Jim's best friend from the Academy for good reason. Whenever Jim's own emotions are bubbling over or impacting his command of his ship, Onyx acts as an anchor. He essentially forces Jim to sit down and take a breather. He also keeps Jim from making decisions that serve only Jim's passing whimsy and not the collective.

I'll think of more soon, but just my initial first post woo!

[merlyn-bane]

Writing Patterns (Tag Game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

thank you for the tag, @wrennette 💜💜

There’s a knock at Cody’s door. (A Fast And Dedicated Learner)

Cody is about to stop attending these batch meals, he swears. (Still Got It)

Cody’s got to admit—if, perhaps, a touch begrudgingly—that hanging out with his former general is a lot more fun without mountains of reports and other flimsiwork hanging over them. (Expanding Horizons)

There aren’t a lot of recurring characters in Din’s life. (Traveling Song)

Ahsoka would rather be anywhere else right now. (Jedi Lineage Shenanigan Collection)

Jim has more than a few guilty pleasures, but few of them are what he knows other people would expect. (Tren's Xenoanatomy)

The thing is that Obi-Wan might have expected—well, hoped—that he would have grown more accustomed to the endless deluge of flimsiwork that came along with his appointment as a high general by now. (Foelu)

It would be rather difficult to not notice the mood the 212th’s SFM has been in lately, Obi-Wan thinks, even if he hadn’t received no less than three concerned memos from various members of his officership. (On The Caretaking And Debauching Of Your Senior Field Medic)

Fennec would like to state for the record, if anyone happens to be taking notes, that assassination is much easier and significantly less annoying to do than theft. (Killing Time)

“Obes.” (home (is where you build it))

well the most prevalent thing i noticed that i seem to really like starting things with single lines rather than proper paragraphs, because i think i did that with literally all but three of these 😂😂

no pressure tags to @meebles, @goddammitjim, @babygirlbridger, @bluemaskedkarma, and @pyromanicdaydreamer<3

(just as an fyi, the first three of these are from a series of oneshots, so if you were interested in checking them out i would recommend starting with the first one, Like A Puzzle.)

[legend-collection]

Fouke Monster

the Fouke Monster also known as the Boggy Creek Monster and the Swamp Stalker, is purported to be an ape-like creature, similar to descriptions of Bigfoot, that was allegedly sighted in the rural town of Fouke, Arkansas during the early 1970s. The creature was alleged to have attacked a local family.

The creature was named by journalist Jim Powell, who reported on it for the Texarkana Gazette and the Texarkana Daily News.

Various reports between 1971 and 1974 described it as being a large, bipedal creature covered in long dark hair. It was estimated to be about 7 feet (2 m) tall with a weight of 250–300 pounds (110–140 kg). Later reports claimed that it was far larger, with one witness describing it as 10 feet (3 m) tall, with an estimated weight of 800 pounds (360 kg). Some accounts describe the Fouke Monster as running swiftly with a galloping gait and swinging its arms in a fashion similar to a monkey. Reports also describe it as having a terrible odor, the odor being described as a combination of a skunk and a wet dog, and as having bright red eyes about the size of silver dollars.

A variety of tracks and claw marks have been discovered which are claimed to belong to the creature. One set of foot prints reportedly measured 17 inches (43 cm) in length and 7 inches (18 cm) wide, while another appeared to show feet that only possessed three toes.

Prior to the 20th century, several alleged sightings in the general area related to a large, hairy creature circulated in an 1851 report in the Memphis Enquirer, and an 1856 report in the Caddo Gazette.

Local residents claim that the creature had roamed the area since 1964, but those sightings had not been reported. Local folklore also holds that the creature can be further traced back to sightings in 1946. Most early sightings were allegedly in the region of Jonesville as the creature was known as the "Jonesville Monster" during this period.

In 1955 the creature was allegedly spotted by a 14-year-old boy who described it as having reddish brown hair, sniffing the air, and not reacting when it was fired upon with birdshot. Investigator Joe Nickell observed that the description was consistent with a misidentified black bear (Ursus americanus).

The Fouke Monster first made local headlines in 1971, when it was reported to have attacked the home of Bobby and Elizabeth Ford on May 2, 1971.

According to Elizabeth Ford, the creature, which she initially thought was a bear, reached through a screen window that night while she was sleeping on a couch. It was chased away by her husband and his brother Don. During the alleged encounter, the Fords fired several gun shots at the creature and believed that they had hit it, though no traces of blood were found. An extensive search of the area failed to locate the creature, but three-toed footprints were found close to the house, as well as scratch marks on the porch and damage to a window and the house's siding. According to the Fords, they had heard something moving around outside late at night several nights prior but, having lived in the house for less than a week, had never encountered the creature before.

The creature was allegedly sighted again on May 23, 1971, when three people, D. C. Woods, Jr., Wilma Woods, and Mrs. R. H. Sedgass, reported seeing an ape-like creature crossing U.S. Highway 71.[19] More sightings reports were made over the following months by local residents and tourists, who found additional footprints. The best known footprints were found in a soybean field belonging to local filling station owner Scott Keith. They were scrutinized by game warden Carl Galyon, who was unable to confirm their authenticity. Like the Ford prints, they appeared to indicate that the creature had only three toes.

The incident began to attract substantial interest after news spread about the Ford sighting. The Little Rock, Arkansas, radio station KAAY posted a $1,090 bounty on the creature. Several attempts were made to track the creature with dogs, but they were unable to follow its scent. When hunters began to take interest in the Fouke Monster, Miller County Sheriff Leslie Greer was forced to put a temporary "no guns" policy in place in order to preserve public safety. In 1971, three people were fined $59 each "for filing a fraudulent monster report."

After an initial surge of attention, public interest in the creature decreased until it gained national recognition in 1973 when Charles B. Pierce released a docudrama horror film about the creature in 1972, The Legend of Boggy Creek.

By late 1974, interest had waned again and sightings all but stopped; only to begin again in March 1978 when tracks were reportedly found by two brothers prospecting in Russellville, Arkansas. There were also sightings in Center Ridge, Arkansas. On June 26 of that same year, a sighting was reported in Crossett, Arkansas. During this period the creature was blamed for missing livestock and attacks on several dogs.

Since the initial clusters of sightings during the 1970s, there have been sporadic reports of the creature. In 1991, the creature was reportedly seen jumping from a bridge. There were forty reported sightings in 1997 and, in 1998, the creature was reportedly sighted in a dry creek bed 5 miles (8 km) south of Fouke.

[annie-quill]

🖍️ JIM!

Two Jims for three asks! @mojodojoken 💙

Some headcanons! The Jims are biological clones of each other, and asexually reproduce which leads to them simply being all over the manor. Bing started a group chat where egos would post Jim spottings and they could try and see just how Many of them are around at a time. Dr. Iplier even did an experiment to see what would happen if there was a single Jim in a room, seeing how they’re always seen in pairs, and reported that a single Jim would simply Split into two if left alone for over a minute-! Ed considered selling them for a 2 for 1 deal after learning this and had to be stopped from separating them 😭

Jims tend to have dark brown hair and light freckles from their field work, are on the shorter side of egos (mainly from not standing Normally), full of energy and love doing little tasks. They try to be “professional” for their broadcasted work (see Reporter Jim’s fake glasses-), but can be childish and fun seeking! They want to be friends with everyone in the manor! If they’re not working, they tend to wear the same clothing and spend all their time with other Jims :)

[zilabee]

Alf Bicknell, Beatles Chauffeur (and friend), 1964 to 1966:

“It's weird to explain. Even after I left them in 1966 and went back to working with captains of industry and on a cruise, I could never get those songs - all their tracks - out of my system. They'd become a part of me. To be there was the job of a lifetime.”

“It was exhausting. I remember waking some mornings and being filled with trepidation. Filled with the feeling that I couldn't do it, that I couldn't go on at this pace.”

“I ended up with George and this guy, who turned out to be an Italian prince. He offered to show us around Rome. So, together with this prince, his beautiful girlfriend, and George, I had one of the most wonderful of my times with the Beatles. He took us at dawn on this whirlwind tour of Rome. We ended up on some of the Seven Hills of Rome. We were in St Peters Square and all these wonderful places I'd only seen on picture postcards.”

All four had been fond of doodling in an effort to while away the boredom of touring. On this leg of the tour [in Japan] Alf noticed the sketches began to take on a darker tone. Perhaps a legacy of the touring treadmill, although the Beatles discovery of hallucinogenic substances may have coloured their doodles.

“I'm often asked what my favourite tracks are. I don't really know. I guess the two which I think are most poignant are Penny Lane and Strawberry Fields Forever. They make me really sad - I don't know why.”

After the Beatles visit with Elvis, he sent his own roadies round in a giant Cadillac limousine to take the Beatles' road crew out on the town:

“We were wined and dined and went round all these wonderful Hollywood clubs. One place was closing for the night but Elvis's people Sonny and Marty had them open up just for us. Vintage champagne and platters of delicious food duly arrived. Then the singer who had been performing that night came back on and did another set, singing just for the likes of yours truly. I've always thought what a wonderful gesture of Elvis to have remembered us, the humble roadies, this way.”

Re the airport in the Philippines:

“George Martin, in particular, has been documented as saying 'Stupidly Alf Bicknell raised his fists.' I always thought that was pretty rich coming from a guy hundreds of miles away, safely tucked away in a recording studio. Whereas here I was, surrounded by this baying mob, desperate to tear the Beatles to pieces. It was my job to protect them. And it was obvious that reasoned arguing wasn't the answer. You don't stand there and wait till one of the band is hit. It was a case of 'it's the first blow that counts'. ”

Alf decided to leave in 1966, at Candlestick Park when they announced they wouldn't be touring any more. He doesn't go into a lot of detail about why, he just says:

“It had been two years. A magical time, with me privy to one of the most exciting times in the last century. I'd been privileged to be along for the ride. But like the band, the repetition had sort of got to me.”

Ticket to Ride, by Alasdair Ferguson and Alf Bicknell

I'm going to stop now before I type out the entire book. But there are other nice bits in it still. At one point or another he drove each of them back to Liverpool and stayed with their families. He really likes Jim McCartney: "There was a great spiritual feeling about him." He seems to genuinely like everyone. There's a bit where he drives George and Pattie to the airport after their wedding, speeding to escape the press, but when he gets pulled over the officer just pretends to give him a ticket and then holds up the reporters for him. There are the standard bits where John is a bit of a dick, and other bits where he's soft and kind. There's a bit where Alf goes to a bullfight with Brian because no one else will. A bit where he talks about Paul putting on a terrible disguise and going out to look for grandfather clocks, and everyone in the shops pretending not to know who he is. There's a bit where he runs into George in the mid-seventies and they have a hug on the pavement.

(If you're wondering why the Beatles' chauffeur called his book Ticket To Ride, yes, I was also wondering. But he does have another book called 'Baby You Can Drive My Car', so that is why. From what I can work out it's a better version of this one - because honestly outside the quotes from Alf, which I'm assuming are true, this book is badly written to the extreme. It kind of tries to dramatise everything, like 'he sighed dramatically' etc, and is full of small careless mistakes like using passed where they mean past, not once but twice. Unfortunately the other book costs a little fortune, so this one is good enough for now.)

[mariacallous]

Countries have spent decades building critical infrastructure that is now buckling under extreme heat, wildfires, and floods, laying bare just how unprepared the world’s energy and transportation systems are to withstand the volatility of climate change.

These vulnerabilities have been on full display in recent weeks as record-breaking temperatures broil the world, straining power grids, threatening water supplies, and warping roads. July was the hottest month ever recorded—according to the Copernicus Climate Change Service—with intense heat searing Europe, North Africa, Antarctica, and South America, where it is currently winter. Even the world’s oceans haven’t been spared, with all-time high surface temperatures in the Mediterranean and North Atlantic decimating coral reef systems and threatening marine life.

If regions aren’t being scorched, there’s a good chance that they are underwater. China was drenched by its heaviest downpours in 140 years, which triggered massive floods that killed dozens of people and destroyed crop fields. In Slovenia and Canada, surging floodwaters have battered communities and submerged villages; glacial flooding in Alaska has carried entire homes away. Cities in Spain have been flooded worse than Noah and his brood, while southern Sweden is grappling with its heaviest rains in more than 160 years.

“It’s just an unbelievable summer,” said Peter Gleick, a climate scientist and senior fellow at the Pacific Institute. “It’s the kind of extreme weather that we climate scientists have been warning about for decades—it just now seems to be happening everywhere, all at once.”

Climate change, driven by human activity, makes extreme heat and precipitation more frequent and intense—fueling the floods, heat waves, and wildfires that have been wreaking havoc around the world. The fallout has spotlighted how the infrastructure systems underpinning global development weren’t constructed to withstand this increasingly extreme climate reality, and what investment has been carried out has been less than helpful.

China’s massive Belt and Road infrastructure plan has built more coal plants across Eurasia, among other things. Germany shuttered its nuclear power stations, not its coal plants. Florida actually banned state officials from investing public money in green endeavors. The Biden administration’s big clean-energy package angered allies and sparked concerns of a trade war. Meanwhile, Ford sold an F-series pickup truck every minute of last year.

“We have entire cities and transportation hubs that were all built for climate that no longer exists,” said Katharine Hayhoe, the Chief Scientist at the Nature Conservancy. “That’s why we’re seeing terrible things happen.”

China’s most recent bout of flooding, for example, exposed key gaps in its drainage infrastructure. Across Europe, where home air-conditioning units aren’t the norm, extreme heat has throttled communities, strained power grids, and sparked government health warnings—particularly after the continent’s heat wave last year killed an estimated 61,000 people. In Phoenix, Arizona, one flight was canceled because the plane’s internal temperature became unbearably hot, prompting three passengers to faint from heat exhaustion.

Yet even as these threats become more pronounced, experts say countries are still struggling to turn away from fossil fuels and build resilience into their infrastructure systems. In March, an Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) report warned that the world was on track to barrel past a key threshold in the next decade—warming 1.5 degrees Celsius above pre-industrial levels—unless industrial governments rapidly cut greenhouse gas and CO2 emissions. “Changes in climate are coming more rapidly than expected,” Jim Skea, the head of the IPCC, said this month.

“The real challenge is that so far, we’re nowhere near addressing climate change with the seriousness that is required to really move the needle,” said Daniel Swain, a climate scientist at UCLA. “If we don’t actually do the hard work of deeply addressing this, then it will continue to get worse. We will see more years like this one, and then eventually years that are significantly worse than this one,” he added.

There are some bright spots: The Netherlands, for example, has spent the last few hundred years building dikes and is now spearheading efforts to build further resilience into its infrastructure amid rising sea levels. More than half of the country’s territory lies below sea level, and the Dutch government has worked to develop a robust water management scheme and implement novel flood control strategies.

“The Netherlands are incredibly vulnerable to sea level rise,” Hayhoe said. “Their water plan is very advanced because they understand the threat, and they’re taking action to ensure that as sea level rises, that they will still have their infrastructure, their homes, places to live, places to grow food.”

Like the Dutch, many governments are increasingly focusing on adapting their infrastructure systems, from incorporating climate modeling into water management to developing heat mitigation strategies. But unless countries take more concerted efforts to both slash carbon emissions and ramp up adaptation measures, experts warn that more suffering lies ahead.

Adaptation “efforts have not been anywhere near to the level to match the threat,” said Alice Hill, a former senior director for resilience policy under the Obama administration currently at the Council on Foreign Relations. “We just haven’t made the kind of necessary investments to protect ourselves and our communities from these extreme events—and with that kind of destruction comes a lot of grief, loss of life, and then economic loss.”

Part of the problem is that retrofitting decades-old infrastructure can come at a steep price. A 2013 study of the world’s 136 largest coastal cities, for instance, found that it would cost $350 million annually in each city to improve defenses against flooding fueled by climate change. While that number pales in comparison to the price of inaction—which by some estimates can run up to hundreds of billions or trillions of dollars—it can be a difficult economic and political tradeoff for many governments.

“We’re talking huge price tags, and we’re also talking something that has not been done systemically before,” Hayhoe said. “We’ve never had to cope with changes this fast in the entire history of human civilization, and so we’re asking people, cities, states, governments, organizations, businesses to do something they’ve never had to do before.”

Physical preparedness is also only one part of the adaptation equation, said Stéphane Hallegatte, a senior climate advisor at the World Bank who was one of the authors of the 2013 study. Beyond infrastructure, a robust response also means developing social systems to help vulnerable communities on the front lines of the climate crisis.

“Adaptation is not only infrastructure,” Hallegatte said. “Adaptation is also insurance, social protection systems—also helping people [have] access to financial tools to borrow when they’re affected.”

Hayhoe likened the urgency of combating climate change to a longtime smoker who needs to quit. Although they may have impaired breathing and spots on their lungs, she said, they are still alive—and every day matters.

“So when’s the best time to stop? As soon as possible. How much? As much as possible,” she said. “Why? Because the sooner we stop, the better off we will be.”

[lostcybertronian]

Egotober - Day 5

Prompt: Jar

Prompts by @tracobuttons

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The camera sat still and untended, its lens focused entirely on a large Mason jar filled with twigs and leaves. Dangling from one particularly large twig was a cocoon of some kind, lumpy and green. 

From the time stamp in the upper left corner, the camera had been watching this cocoon for some time. Occasionally it’d catch the odd blur in the periphery, or a snatch of conversation.

A few days passed, night and day demarcated by fits of dim. The cocoon cracked, a pair of silky, wrinkled wings emerged, attached to black thorax attached to six spindly legs that scrabbled their way free of the husk to cling to the twig.

It had just begun to unfurl its wings for the first time when a shadow passed over it. The screen of the camera flickered red-blue-gray as a grayed hand reached down, touched the jar with one finger.

The butterfly crumpled, its wings shredded themselves. It fell from the twig to the earthy green curl of a dying leaf, a long way to go for such a small creature.

The hand retreated, color returned to normal, and all was quiet.

Another day passed. And then-

“Our butterfly, Jim!” A pair of hands picked up the camera, reduced the view to blurs of color before it focused on two near-identical faces. The Jim Twins. “Where is it?”

“I wonder if it’s hiding.” One Jim spun the camera back around to view the jar while the other unscrewed the lid and peered around inside. It was only a moment before his shoulders slumped.

“Not hiding. Dead, Jim.” He said, and the Jim behind the camera let out an audible groan. 

“Maybe if we go through the footage, Jim, we can see where we went wrong.” The Jim with the jar suggested. “Let’s go do it now, Jim.”

“Excellent idea, Jim!” Cameraman Jim hefted the camera to his shoulder, catching an excellent close up of Field Reporter Jim’s face as he scooped up the jar. The last shot was another blur as they left.

[bracketsoffear]

Carnivore (Justin Boote) "Detective Inspector Jim Morfield is worried. In the quiet, countryside village of Fritton, human remains have begun appearing. Bodies so viciously mutilated that only their bones are left behind, in some cases less than a few hours after they were reported missing. What creature could possibly devour human remains so quickly? Surely, as with the case of farmer Stanley Walters, it couldn’t be his cows nearby and covered in blood that dismembered and devoured him? Then, when another person is attacked by a horse, his arm nearly torn off, he has no choice but to consider the impossible. The problem is that there is another killer to contend with. One who has Fritton terrified. A serial killer hiding among the woods and fields, unseen, unchallenged. Now Jim has to decide if the bodies accumulating in the area are the works of a human or something as harmless as the local wildlife."

A Planet Named Shayol (Cordwainer Smith) "The protagonist, Mercer, who lives within the Empire, has been convicted of "a crime that has no name". He is condemned by the Empire to the planet Shayol, where he lives in a penal colony whose inhabitants must undergo grotesque physical mutations caused by tiny symbiotes called dromozoans. Most grow extra organs, which the Empire harvests for medical purposes. The bull-man B'dikkat administers the prisoners a drug called super-condamine that alleviates the pain of their punishment and various surgeries.

More than a century passes. Mercer has found a lover, named Lady Da. B'dikkat shows the couple a sight that horrifies him: children have been sent to Shayol -- alive, though with their brains removed. Lady Da knows how to contact the Lords of the Instrumentality so that they can intervene. When the Lords arrive on Shayol, they are shocked by what they find. Moreover, the children there are heirs to the throne. Apparently, the Imperium has become so bureaucratic and corrupt that it condemned them to prevent them from committing treason when they matured.

The Instrumentality voids permission to allow the Empire to exist and to maintain Shayol. They will free the prisoners who are still sentient and provide a cure for their suffering with a substitute for the super-condamine, namely an electronic "cap" which stimulates the brain's pleasure center. The mindless prisoners will be decapitated, their heads "taken away and killed as pleasantly as we can manage, probably by an overdosage of super-condamine", leaving the bodies to be used by the dromozoa."

[hopewritcs]

unexpected once again.

pairing: jim hopper x reader. 

word count: 2.1k

a request from anonymous: can you do a part 2 that follows st4 for well, that was unexpected???

notes: me, still crying over st4 vol 2 now writing this??? u betcha!!! st4 vol 2 spoilers !!!!!!  

part one | part two 

stranger things tag list: @rockstarmunson​ ( if you want to be added to the prodigal sister tag list, please ask ! )

You had been distraught when you thought Jim was dead. How else were you supposed to feel when the man you had just met, the man who was your soulmate, just died because of something you couldn’t even control or predict. 

Of course, Joyce continued to try to convince you that he wasn’t dead. That he had to be alive out there somewhere, but you didn’t know if you believed it. Maybe you just couldn’t believe it. 

You had your soulmate for a grand total of minutes before he died. 

If you thought about it logically, you knew that you would feel it if your soulmate was really gone. But logic went out the window when you thought about the fact that he was dead, that you had lost him just as you had found him. You would never get the chance to be with your soulmate, even if everything had aligned this was how the world had always intended for you two to meet. 

Had the world known what it was planning all along? That he was walking into something that could get him killed? 

You could never forgive the world for that, that they had just given you your soulmate only to take him away. 

Sure, you had your news desk reporter job. Hell, it was just a small time thing. A desk reporter job for a small new station. Or at least that’s what you thought was going on. You imagined it was going to be a way to ease into the world of reporting since it was just the small town of Hawkins--80 miles away from the big city of Indianapolis. 

The night you lost your soulmate changed everything. 

Suddenly Hawkins was country wide news for a time, and as a local news reporter you were on the news practically the whole time. Talking to other field reporters, taking calls from local and non-local syndicates, offering your own piece of mind as someone who had been at the mall. 

The job you assumed was going to be a starter job turned into the job you always wanted, a big time reporting job right from the place you’d just moved. Indianapolis was coming to you live every morning for the first few months of your job, and they even offered for you to move out to the city. 

But you couldn’t say yes. Something was keeping you in the small town that you had just moved to, even though the soulmate you had just lost was no longer there. 

Neither was his daughter, or his friend who had become yours. Though you kept in touch with both of them with phone calls. 

Joyce was still adamant that Jim was alive, and to be frank your resolve was waning. As time passed, you found yourself looking down at the writing on your arm. Thinking to the funeral that there had been for Jim and wondering about everything else. Wouldn’t you know if he were really gone? Shouldn’t you feel different? 

What if he was out there? 

What if he was waiting for you and you stood by the town and hadn’t gone looking for him? 

You got a phone call from a frantic Murray one day as he was packing things up to go to California, and you missed about half of what he said. What you caught was that Joyce thought she had gotten a message from Jim and he was going to help her investigate. 

“Tell me everything.” you found yourself saying, closing the door to your office and listening as Murray spoke quickly. 

“I don’t know if we’ll find him.” Murray said. You knew he was skeptical, but that was just who Murray was. He was always skeptical of everything, especially when it came to the Russians. 

“Be careful.” you replied, suddenly struck with worry for both him and Joyce. “Let me know what happens, please.” A knock on your office door startled you and you looked down at the phone. “I have to go, Murray. Call me when you’re with Joyce, and just...do everything you can.” 

Murray said his goodbyes in Russian, and you’re unsure if that was meant to comfort you or to worry you--maybe a bit of both. Then you sat back in your chair and sighed.

You were distracted with so many thoughts when the knock on your door sounded again, the voice on the other side telling you it was nearly time to get on the air. 

“I’m coming.” you said, but your voice nearly betrayed your emotions. 

Be safe, you said. Find Jim. Maybe there was hope. 

You didn’t hear back from Murray and it worried you more than anything. At least if you had heard from Murray and Joyce maybe you’d be able to sleep at night, a bit worried about whatever they were getting themselves into, but not a single word? You didn’t know what to think of that.

Every time you called Joyce’s house, the number you had memorized, the signal was just busy and you didn’t think she was doing enough telemarketing phone calls to cause all of that. Plus, there was no way that Jonathan was calling Nancy enough to cause that busy signal too. 

Fuck. 

Your worry only grew with everything that was happening in the town. You had to report on murders, but going to the crime scenes you knew that something was up with everything. 

This wasn’t the work of some teenage kid like the town wanted to think, but you were reporting the news and had to keep the town up to date on what was going on with the investigation. You just knew that this was going the way everything had been last summer--but you didn’t know who to turn to to talk about that. 

You didn’t have Jim, Joyce or Murray. Maybe you could find the group of teens, but you didn’t know where they might be. 

You were a journalist at heart, a reporter on screen who needed to know everything. So you took the opportunities at hand and walked the routes you knew would give you clues to help your own reporting. 

Of course, who knew that you would once again wind up walking into the middle of everything--finding the group of kids on the shoreline as you watched the older teens getting into the boat. 

“Shit. That’s the lady from the news.” the curly haired teen, the one you recognized as Eddie Munson who everyone in town wanted to believe was behind the killings, said. “Oh shit, I’m dead.” 

“Chill, Munson. It’s just Y/N.” Robin said, rolling her eyes and turning to look at you. 

“You know her?” he asked, looking at the group of people around him. “Oh, if this is a fucking set up I’m just gonna swim out of here.” 

“If this was a set up, don’t you think I’d have a camera crew or something.” you said, gesturing around to the empty woods behind you and then looking back at everything. “What the hell is going on?” 

“You’re reporting the killings, right?” Dustin asked, looking at you. When you nodded he added, “Any chance you can try to clear Eddie’s name?”

“Well, the whole town thinks it’s him. No offense, doesn’t really seem like you’re capable of that.” You said, looking at the older teen before turning back to Dustin, “So what’s doing the killings then?” 

“It’s kind of hard to explain.” he said.

“You try it, we’ll go look for the gate.” Steve said, pushing the boat off of the shore and leaving you alone with the younger teens and waiting for them to start talking. 

How on Earth you got involved in all of this, when all you’d been doing was really looking for a killer ( of course that killer had to be another dimensional creature ) and trying to distract yourself from thoughts of your soulmate being alive. 

You couldn’t exactly be involved with the kid’s plans for everything, because of everything involved with it and the fact that you had to work. Technically you had to “lookout” for Eddie Munson sightings and interview people about the murders. 

The least you could do was try and shed some light to give Eddie a good lighting, so you convinced his Uncle to be interviewed on air with you. Promising that you wouldn’t call his nephew the murderer everyone else was and only asking for his side of things. 

After your on air interview, you left and went to be at the trailer that was still technically a crime scene--hoping that you could offer any kind of support that you could. 

When you walked into the trailer, you heard screaming on the other side of the barrier and looked up, watching from the mirror view as Eddie and Dustin fought off the bats in the trailer. 

You didn’t even know what to say, couldn’t find the words--you’d never really seen this happen before your own eyes. Last summer you had been ushered out before everything happened. You’d only heard the stories from everyone else. 

Before you knew it, Dustin was climbing back up the rope and falling beside your feet and then calling for Eddie to do the same. But Eddie didn’t listen to reason, to Dustin’s pleading, to anything, he just moved the mattress away from the rope and cut the way down. 

He was giving the more time. 

You didn’t know what to do, because part of you knew that he was sacrificing himself--like how Joyce told you Jim had done. You were stuck, unmoving. 

It was like the world was screaming, spinning, taking over. 

You couldn’t let them lose someone else. Not when you could possibly do something about it. And sure, maybe Jim wasn’t lost technically, but the funeral flashed in your mind and it was like that all over again. 

You couldn’t do that again. 

But damn it, you had to get your feet to move. 

Dustin was ahead of you, jumping through the barrier and landing wrong. You quickly followed him, grabbing hold of anything you could use as a weapon and racing to follow the young teen into what you were certain was doom. 

But this time, you were doing something. 

It was over. You were at the cabin cleaning everything up for El to stay hidden, getting the inside of the place cleaned up and just hoping that everything was going to be okay. 

Max was in the hospital. 

Eddie was in the hospital. 

You were just hoping that everything would be alright, despite knowing that it probably wasn’t going to be just fine. 

You left the cabin and went around back to see if you could find something to cover up the roof, at least for now. That’s when you heard the car pulling up. 

Everything in you worried that it was something wrong, something horrible, but who knew the cabin was all the way out here? 

Stepping out from behind the cabin you looked up and saw Joyce hugging her sons. 

“Oh my God.” you said, looking at her. You didn’t know what you had expected, but Joyce wasn’t on the top of your list. Part of you thought about Murray. Part of you thought about Jim. 

“Y/N.” she looked at you, still hugging her sons and turning her gaze to look at you. She gave you a small nod, and that was all you needed. Something good had happened. 

You turned around when you heard footsteps, and you felt like the world stopped.

There he was, standing on the porch with his arm around his daughter. He was there. He was real and he was alive. 

You took a half step forward and looked at him. He looked different, but you figured he would--you had no idea what had happened in the time that he had been gone. But maybe you had all the time in the world, whatever was left of it that was, to figure out. 

Jim took a couple of steps toward you, leaving El’s side as he walked down the steps to look at you. “Heard you got involved in all that Scooby Doo shit again.” Jim greeted, a half smirk on his lips as he spoke. 

“Guess it’s kind of our thing now. All over again, huh?” you replied, reaching your hand up to brush his cheek as if you thought he wasn’t real. A soft gesture, a brief moment. “I was so worried about you.” 

“I missed you.” he said. You knew what he meant, too. Because you missed him, too. Despite not knowing him well, despite having only just met him before he had died, before he vanished, you missed him more than you expected to. 

Maybe the world knew what it was doing with this whole soulmate thing after all, you just needed to trust it. 

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Michael Sheen’s Best Roles Show Why He’s a National Treasure

After his rallying cry to the Welsh football team, and now a part in the newly announced Wagatha Christie drama, we celebrate the roles that have made Michael Sheen such a beloved actor.

Michael Sheen recently went viral for an epic ‘pre-match’ speech to the Welsh football team on A League of Their Own – so much so that he was actually invited to address the Welsh World Cup squad for real – but anyone who’s seen a Michael Sheen role won’t have been remotely surprised he had such a rousing monologue in him.

The man has range, charisma, and an extraordinary talent for channelling the characteristics of real people without resorting to impersonation. He’s also clearly game for anything, as the news he’ll be playing Coleen Rooney’s lawyer in Channel 4’s newly announced courtroom drama Vardy v Rooney shows. Here’s our pick of Sheen’s best on-screen performances to date:

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Throughout his career, Sheen has been unmatched in his terrifyingly accurate depictions of real-life figures, and his portrayal of Chris Tarrant in this ITV drama about the Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? cheating scandal is the epitome of his talent in this area. Uncanny to the point of actual witchcraft, it’s easy to spend the whole three episodes so mesmerised by Sheen’s genius that you forget about Matthew Macfadyen’s coughing Major altogether.

The Damned United

You’d think it would be tricky to stand out in a film when you’re alongside acting greats like Jim Broadbent, Stephen Graham and Timothy Spall, but The Damned United gives Sheen one of his finest roles as controversial football manager Brian Clough. Another spot-on example of capturing the essence of a well-known personality, we see the story of Clough’s tumultuous 44-day reign as manager of Leeds United in 1974, including – as you can see above – a pre-match address that doesn’t quite have the same magic as his recent one.

Good Omens

When Sheen met Tennant in this on-screen adaptation of the Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett novel, something truly magical happened. Good Omens is a comic delight with an all-star cast including Miranda Richardson, Jon Hamm, Daniel Mays and Anna Maxwell Martin, but the show’s real USP is the exceptional partnership between Michael Sheen and David Tennant as angel Aziraphale and demon Crowley respectively. Want news of season two? Read our report from the Good Omens NY Comic Con panel.

Frost/Nixon

A razor-sharp portrayal of the infamous interviews in 1977, Frost/Nixon sees Sheen taking on the role of legendary broadcaster David Frost, an undertaking that he yet again nails with breathtaking accuracy without resorting to mimicry. This is one of Sheen’s greatest performances, and yet he somewhat criminally missed out on any major Best Actor nominations thanks to his co-star Frank Langella’s extraordinary portrayal of President Nixon (Langella was nominated for the Best Actor Oscar, BAFTA and Golden Globe).

Staged

If there’s one upside to the global pandemic, it’s Staged. David Tennant and Michael Sheen reunited as an epic double-act in this satirical lockdown comedy, playing self-mocking fictional versions of themselves as they rehearse a play over Zoom. It’s a rare opportunity to see them playing alongside their real-life wives, Georgia Tennant and Anna Lundberg, who expertly and comically manage their spouses’ fragile egos and childish bickering. There are also jaw-dropping cameos from the likes of Whoopi Goldberg, Judi Dench and Samuel L Jackson. 

Twilight: New Moon

An appearance in the Twilight movies might seem a bit left-field for Michael Sheen, but the man’s got range. He plays Aro, the leader of an ancient Italian vampire coven. His role isn’t the most meaty of his career, but it shows that he can play just about any genre, somehow even including a vampire-themed fantasy romance mainly aimed at teenage girls. And, yet again, he gets to do a pretty rousing speech.

30 Rock

The delightfully ridiculous (and amusingly named) role of Wesley Snipes is one of Liz Lemon’s ill-fated love interests over the course of four episodes. Deeply irritating, contrary and full of disdain for Liz, you’d think Wesley would be completely unlikeable, and yet the hilarious back-and-forth between the couple is richly funny and Sheen plays his role to comic perfection. It’s worth watching for the perfect delivery of the line ‘I can’t suffer through the London Olympics – we’re not prepared, Liz’ alone.

The Queen

Michael Sheen has portrayed former British Prime Minister Tony Blair on no fewer than three occasions in his career. The first was in movie The Deal, the most recent in TV movie The Special Relationship, but his best-known and arguably best portrayal of Blair is in The Queen. Close your eyes, and you’d have no trouble believing you were listening to the real deal – but please don’t actually close your eyes, or you’ll miss out on his spot-on and often very comical physical tics and expressions, too.

Passengers 

Sheen takes on a supporting role in this sci-fi romance movie starring Chris Pratt and Jennifer Lawrence, playing a sophisticated and erudite android bartender called Arthur. Passengers may not have been a hit with the critics, but Sheen is a scene-stealing highlight every time he’s on screen.

Masters of Sex

His portrayal of Dr. William Masters in this American period drama earned Sheen a Golden Globes nomination for Best Performance by an Actor in a Television Series. Often as seductive as the name suggests, Masters of Sex tells the partially true stories of two pioneering researchers of human sexuality during the 1950s, and ran for four series until it was cancelled in 2016. Sheen stars alongside Lizzie Caplan, and the two have an electric partnership, both earning critical acclaim. And yes, as you’ll see in the clip above, Michael Sheen gets to do another pretty good speech.

Prodigal Son: Playing an unnervingly charming serial killer is a new direction for Sheen, and he takes on Dr. Martin Whitley with pizzazz, adding disarming comedy to the two series of this thriller.

The Good Fight: Roland Blum is a riot of a character, allowing Sheen to shine as an outrageous, no-filter lawyer that is equal parts hilarious and terrifying.

Underworld: This action horror film sees Sheen take on the role of Lucian, the leader of the Lycans, and he later also starred in the film’s prequel Underworld: Rise of the Lycans.

Doctor Who: Sheen’s voice only made a very brief appearance during Matt Smith’s reign, as a malevolent entity called House in The Doctor’s Wife, an episode penned by none other than Neil Gaiman.

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Laura Vickers-Green

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Hiyo! Thanks for the ask! Sorry for the wait. Draft opening for Impulse, my Spirk Captain!Spock wip.

The smoke is impossibly thick. It’s pungent. It’s filling up his nose and pressing against his eyes, like some sort of malevolent physical manifestation that’s entirely consuming his field of vision and making tears stream down his cheeks.

Jim doesn’t need to see, though. He’s spent the last five years of his life on this ship and he knows these passageways like the back of his hand. Five minutes ago he was dead asleep. Now he’s sloppily dressed, grateful for his boots, and bent in half, trying to duck under the haze. One hand drags down the wall, keeping his place, as the heat starts to singe at the sensitive skin of his palm.

The klaxons for the tactical alert make a racket that he’s never been fond of, screaming out the need for attention while the sound bounces off the walls in the corridor like blows and the aggressive red of the lights reflect through the smoke distracting and disorienting. He can’t see anyone else, but the report from the bridge stated that there were six unaccounted for. Five crewmembers and …

Scent so strong it's enough to gag him is everywhere. Heat. Smoke. The essence of burning with a tang of metal and that stomach-sick smell of something made of out polymer melting or straight up evaporating into the air from the heat. There’s the prick of electricity and plasma too, the kind that leaves that taste on the back of your tongue and makes the hair on your arms stand on end.

It’s the strangely sweet scent of burnt flesh and fresh blood, coppery not iron, but still wet and warm and wrong, that makes the instinctual part of his brain rear up and lash out and tell Jim to turn and run.

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Side characters in the Magic School Bus chapter books

(This includes ONLY characters who were first mentioned or introduced in the chapter books.)

Ranger Mike (The Truth About Bats)

Hugh Mann (CEO of the costume company in The Search for the Missing Bones)

Sally (one of the workers at Mr. Mann's costume company)

Captain Gil (The Wild Whale Watch)

Rocco (Carlos's robotic dog in Space Explorers)

Dr. Wendy Weatherby (Ms. Frizzle's cousin in Twister Trouble)

Zil (Dr. Weatherby's pet lizard)

Jimmy (one of the fourth-grade students at Walker Elementary)

Mr. Hill ( Aquarium director in The Great Shark Escape)

Dr. Cecil Byrd (Phoebe's uncle from Australia)

Dr. Marcus (Dinosaur Detectives)

Tiki Hulme (Expedition Down Under)

Mr. O'Neatly (the other third-grade teacher at Walker Elementary. Appears in Amazing Magnetism and Food Chain Frenzy.)

Andrew Cochran (one of Mr. O'Neatly's students. Appears in Amazing Magnetism.)

Dr. Luke Iglulik (Scientist in Polar Bear Patrol)

Charlie Nimbus (a weather reporter in Electric Storm)

Jim Russel (volcanologist in Voyage to the Volcano)

Peter (Butterfly garden tour guide in Butterfly Battle)

Carlos's aunt Betsy (mentioned in Butterfly Battle)

Joanne (Tim's aunt in The Fishy Field Trip)

Roy G. Big (Color Day Relay)

Marita Chee (Park ranger in Rocky Road Trip)

Mica Chee (Marita Chee's uncle)

Carlos's aunt Marita (mentioned in Rocky Road Trip)

Fang (Ralphie's pet tarantula in Insect Invaders)

Teddy (Dorothy Ann's cat, mentioned in The Truth About Bats and indirectly mentioned in Space Explorers.)

Mr. Broom (a janitor at Walker Elementary; appears in Amazing Magnetism)

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Athlete Jim Thorpe in 1910, Records of the Bureau of Indian Affairs, NARA ID 595347.

#OTD 1912: Jim Thorpe begins the Olympic triathlon By Miriam Kleiman, Public Affairs

Jim Thorpe wearing Carlisle Indian School Football uniform, 1909. NARA ID 519348.

Jim Thorpe, a member of the Sac and Fox Nation of Oklahoma, competed in track and field events at Carlisle Indian Industrial School and later played football, baseball, and basketball professionally. He won gold medals for the decathlon and pentathlon in the 1912 Olympics. Olympic officials later stripped him of his medals because a brief stint playing minor league baseball violated the rules of amateurism. To avoid penalties, some Olympic athletes played professionally under assumed names. Thorpe, who was unaware of the rule, was severely punished for the infraction.

Thorpe faced extensive racism on and off the field. Reporters depicted his competitions as battles between Indigenous and White Americans. But his excellence in so many different sports—he went on to play professional football, baseball, and basketball—led many to believe he was the greatest athlete of all time.

Many urged the International Olympic Committee (IOC) to restore Thorpe’s medals. The IOC relented in 1982, 30 years after his death, gave Thorpe’s family replica gold medals, and said he would be "added to the list of athletes who were crowned Olympic champions at the 1912 Games.” However, the IOC refused to alter the official record.

Learn more about Thorpe and see these replica gold medals* in our upcoming exhibit, All American, the Power of Sports.

*on loan courtesy of Jim Thorpe’s descendants and the Oklahoma History Center.

National Archives Museum in DC, 9/16/2022 - 1/7/2024

See also:

The Greatest Athlete of the First Half of the Century, Pieces of History

Jim Thorpe records in the National Archives Online Catalog

Baseball and the National Archives - National Archives News special topics page

Baseball: The National Pastime in the National Archives, NARA eBook

BLUE XMAS for Native Americans, NARA Tumblr

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Only two people knew exactly what happened during the minute they were alone together in the general store in Money, Miss., on Aug. 24, 1955. One, Emmett Till, a Black teenager visiting from Chicago, died four days later, at 14, in a brutal murder that stands out even in America’s long history of racial injustice.

The other was Carolyn Bryant. She was the 21-year-old white proprietress of the store where, according to her testimony in the September 1955 trial of her husband and his half brother for the murder, Emmett made a sexually suggestive remark to her, grabbed her roughly by the waist and let loose a wolf whistle.

. . .

With Mrs. Bryant’s death, the truth of what happened that August day may now never be clear. More than half a century after the murder, Timothy B. Tyson, a Duke University historian who interviewed her, wrote that she had admitted to him that she had perjured herself on the witness stand to make Emmett’s conduct sound more threatening than it actually was — serving, in Dr. Tyson’s words, as “the mouthpiece of a monstrous lie.”

. . .

By most accounts, Emmett was alone with Mrs. Bryant for not much more than a minute before one of his companions — in Simeon Wright’s recollection, it was he — concerned that Emmett would not know how to comport himself around a Southern white woman, went in to fetch him.

“While I was in the store, Bobo did nothing inappropriate,” Mr. Wright recounted in “Simeon’s Story,” his 2010 memoir of the case. “Bobo didn’t ask her for a date or call her ‘baby.’ There was no lecherous conversation between them.”

. . .

On Saturday, Aug. 27, Mr. Bryant returned home. It has generally been assumed that Mrs. Bryant told him about the episode in the store soon afterward. In fact, Mr. Anderson said, his research strongly suggested that she and her sister-in-law chose to suppress the incident altogether.

“She and Juanita decided not to tell their husbands, because they knew they would go out and try to hurt him,” he said. “Some people, especially when they write me, they’ll say, ‘It was all her fault, because she told Roy.’ But she didn’t tell him.”

Someone did, though. As the African American surgeon and civil rights leader T.R.M. Howard concluded from his own investigation in 1955, that person was most likely a local Black field hand. Several field hands had been playing checkers on the porch of the Bryants’ store that evening; one of them apparently told Mr. Bryant in an attempt to curry favor.

“One source said he got 50 cents’ worth of store credit for it,” Mr. Anderson said.

…

What emerged in the 2004 F.B.I. investigation was that before Roy Bryant went to Mr. Wright’s house, he had asked his wife to look at two other Black youths and tell him whether either was the one who had flirted with her. Both times she said no.

After taking Emmett from his great-uncle’s, Mr. Bryant and Mr. Milam drove him to the Bryants’ store. It is beyond dispute that they presented him to Mrs. Bryant there. She said afterward that she had replied that he, too, was the wrong person.

“She did tell the defense attorneys a couple days after the murder, ‘They brought the Negro boy to the store and he was scared, but he wasn’t harmed, and I told him that he wasn’t the right one,’” Mr. Anderson said in the 2016 interview.

. . .

In “Simeon’s Story,” Till’s cousin Mr. Wright also recalled hearing him whistle outside the store.

However, as Mrs. Bryant told Dr. Tyson in 2008, “Nothing that boy did could ever justify what happened to him.”

What Emmett may actually have done inside the Bryants’ store that day, Dr. Tyson’s book reports — drawing on news media interviews decades later with Mr. Wright and their companion Ruthie Mae Crawford (later Ruthie Mae Crawford Jackson) — was break a Jim Crow taboo of which he was almost certainly unaware:

Instead of placing the money for his purchase onto the store counter, they said, young Emmett Till put his two cents directly into Mrs. Bryant’s hand, in the process touching her pale white skin.

It’s unbelievably heartbreaking to think about how little Emmett Till’s was beaten and murdered for. Touching a hand, and fifty cents. A little less than six dollars’ worth of today’s currency.

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Thick Skull (byler): I

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“This unprecedented weather will pass within the next few days,” weather reporters claimed. “We’ll be back to normal soon,” they reassured their hometown with the certainty of a civil war. Men, women, and children sat in their homes, eyes glued to either their television screens or their windows, watching as the ground opened up, mysterious grey matter flurried through the air, and their surroundings died slowly.

That was six months ago.

It was a miracle that the people of Hawkins, Indiana were so ignorant as to what was truly going on. They had no idea that there was a psychotic, previously human creature from an alternate dimension planning to consume the entire town, then possibly the state, and the world. That information sat between a group of twelve teenagers and five adults, plus a bunch of deceased soldiers from a secret prison camp in Kamchatka, Russia.

The camp was the least of their problems now; the captured police chief, Jim Hopper, was back home. It was a shock to everyone; especially to his daughter, Eleven. After an adventure involving an arrest, a top secret training base in the Nevada desert, the man who abused her for her entire childhood, and a rescue via four boys in a pizza van, she returned to Hawkins without any expectations. That was until her dad walked into her bedroom, with a shaved head that matched her own, and a “hey, kid.” With that, her life was complete again. An added bonus appeared when she saw her adoptive mom, Joyce, holding hands with her dad that day in the field. She and her brothers, Will and Jonathan, agreed that this was a long time coming and they were glad that their parents made each other happy.

Not soon after the dust started to fall, some Upside Down particles had made their way into Hopper’s cabin through one of the gigantic Mind Flayer-sized holes in the roof and begun to spread across the walls, making it unsafe for the Hopper-Byers family to live in. Karen Wheeler opened her doors, much to the disdain of Ted, and the house was packed from then on. And no one really minded.

Everything seemed great, considering what was going on. Joyce and Hopper were together, and Nancy and Jonathan were reunited. Max was out of the hospital and recovering with the Sinclairs. Dustin found a way to transport Cerebro onto Steve’s roof, where he and his mom, Eddie, and Robin had moved for safety. Eddie made it out of the Upside Down (barely) thanks to Steve, and Robin finally gained the courage to talk to Vickie. Argyle… found some mushrooms. Mike slowly but surely repaired his friendship with El.

And Will was there.

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SERIOTH EATS SHIT

Recently, in an attempt to ambush @greywizard-reporter-jim, councilmember Serioth got beat up on by some cool skeletons. Jim has been researching Necromancy and discovered the way to move past the artifically enforced division of "fields of magic". Jim used this knowledge to escape Serioth and win the day. Suck it Serioth.