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goddessficlover · 3 months ago

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Alice In Gotham Pt 2

The Bats had been on edge that last 2 months, to put it lightly. Oracle was sure she heard movement above her in the clock tower. She had assumed it was one if the Bats but none of them moved that sloppily unless hurt. And yet, all their vitals looked fine on her monitors. She called Spoiler to check it out since she was the closest. What they found was nothing at all. Except the dust was unnatural. No foot prints or evidence of crawling. Like something had been dead there for a long period of time, then suddenly scrambled awake and disappeared. The way some of the dust was still settling when she got there was eerie and sent chills down the purple bat's spine. They set up a camera and motion detector to monitor the space, and after 2 months nothing came. Still, for Oracle’s sanity and Batman's paranoia, they left the camera there as a precaution.

Other than that, Gotham seemed to have less attacks, or crimes in general, than usual. Even crime alley, things were actually running. According to Intel, some homeless kid called Scraps was fixing things for small businesses and people who simply couldn't afford to replace things in exchange for food or pocket change. Sometimes he even did it for free if it was urgent. Not only that but apparently the kid could defend himself. Had saved a couple of the night girls from people who didn't understand the word “no”. They'd give him treats when he came by once in a while. Simple things like a lollipop or a granola bar. Concerningly though, they also said he'd eat it with the wrappers still on. Kid was eating actual trash to survive. That, meant Red Hood had to try and keep an eye on him. The problem was the kid kept fucking disappearing. No one knew where he was living, or if he even slept. Sometimes he'd be around early morning, or late at night. The kid had no schedule except for Sundays. When no one was watching the dump, he go and steal broken tech or salvage tools and other scraps. It was the only time Hood managed to get a glance at the kid. Didn't even need to be close because damn those blue eyes were bright, even under his hoodie. Fuck, that was adoption bait and the others were going to go nuts. Tying to follow Scraps back to his hide out was another loss, he completely disappeared around a corner as if he was never even there.

“Hold on, you said this kid works with tech but you can't catch him?” Red Robin asked.

“Nope, couldn't even find anything through the power grid. He might be working on something but he's not even using electricity for it. Or he somehow managed to get it while staying off the grid,” Red Hood responded. Red Robin was the last person he wanted to ask for help, but it had been 2 months, and this whole week not one person had been able to confirm if Scraps was around. No one had seen him since he said he had a job. Not Hood or Jason had been able to make contact since he first popped up in crime alley. At this point he was going to break his TV and hire the kid just to make sure they were okay. Kids disappearing was never a good sign. No one fucked with kids on his turf.

“Jason… what does the kid look like?” Red Robin sighed while working on the batcomputer to check crime alley more thoroughly.

Taking a deep breath and sighing he spoke up, “Adoption bait.”

“We can not let B know about him,” Tim groaned as he drank out of a nearly empty coffee mug.

“B is not taking another kid to put into a suit. The kid’s mine to keep an eye out for,” Red Hood growled below his helmet before taking a breath, “Besides, with how smart the kid is, he'll probably get a scholarship to some school out here and end up at Wayne Enterprise anyway. He can wait a few years to meet him.”

“Hey boys,” Oracle chimed in from the Bat computer, “I've located the kid, he tends to make camera a little fuzzy around his face but those eyes are recognizable. He was spotted a week ago in the warehouse district. The same place we have a lead on scarecrow’s fear gas.”

“Fuck,” was all Red Hood said before getting back on his bike.

“Red Hood is going to investigate. Anything else you can find on him? Maybe a facial scan so we can get him back to his family?” Red Robin began going through the warehouse cameras to find which warehouse he went into, “Damn it, the same night as that storm? We can't get any good views after he entered Warehouse 56.”

“I'm going to check it out now,” Red Hood responded, “Keep B off my back. I don't want him involved, Scraps is my case.”

“I'll try, but you know he still makes mistakes with boundaries,” Oracle responded, “Should I call in Nightwing for you?”

“No, not yet. But fill him in. Something doesn't feel right about this. Red Hood out.”

—

It took four days and about 24 renewed microchips for Hatter to keep Danny asleep. It frustrated him to no end that the chips kept wearing out after four hours. Eventually he decided some hypnosis was in order and asked the kid directly why It wasn't working.

“Regular tech doesn't respond well to my presence,” he answered soullessly.

“Really? How can you get it to work?” Hatter was surprised his Alice understood what was going on and how to fix it.

“It needs to be infused with my blood,” he answered a half truth. While under control his subconscious need to keep everything ghostly a secret somehow still came through.

“Is that all? That's so simple… Go back to sleep Alice. When you wake you will be perfect,” he ordered and Danny's eyes shut.

Danny wasn't in anything impressive at the moment. A white night gown, plain and simple, while laying in a bed. They had moved from the warehouse to Hatter's hideout where he had access to all the tech he needed. Hatter wasn't happy to see the scars over Danny's body. His poor Alice had be hurt, been held captive by the looks of the marks on his wrists and ankles. A scar hidden in his freckles on the bridge of his nose along side others, Hatter could hide them with make up but still he felt distaste for who every damaged Alice’s face.

In another day's time, Hatter had created a diadem with multiple chips throughout it's construction as a failsafe. All, infused with Danny's oddly green glowing blood. When it came time, his Alice was properly cleaned by the March Hare and her now finished dress was applied, along with the waterproof silver diadem. It locked into place, no simple tug off from Batman or any of the birds would work. It had to be completely unlocked to be removed. His Alice, harmed by someone else's touch was too precious to lose. It was a hard battle to get her fully under his control after all. He wasn't going to risk anything. He skin was already pale, pale like a porcelain doll. That was what this Alice was for. A doll to admire from afar for her beauty alone. Dressed in her sky blue dress with her white apron. Her puffed sleeves and white gloves to cover the scars on her wrists. Bloomers for added volume to the ruffle skirt, and of course the thigh high white socks with mary jane's shoes. A long blond wig with bangs to hide the diadem was placed on her head, another chip in the wig before the wig was glued down, as he didn't want to risk damaging her precious skin more than it was. instead Of a headband, A ribbon was tied into her hair instead. A porcelain Alice, one Hatter would keep by his side so as to not lose her.

His perfect Alice.

—

Staking out the warehouse didn't find Scraps, but they did find a surplus of fear gas being manufactured by scarecrow with what was the most efficient assembly line these goons could have put together. It was an easy take down when Nightwing and Spoiler joined in for a takedown to stop the plan to gas the city before it started. The goons were hardly a challenge, and Red Robin would be able to make a new antidote for the rebreathers incase there was another warehouse like this one. The one thing that caught their attention was a gutted microwave on display on a side table. Evidence Scraps was here. Fuck.

“What did you do to the kid?” Red Hood growled, grabbing one of the few conscious goons who had been ziptied.

“What kid?” Spoiler hadn't been let in on the Scraps case.

“Kid?” the goon looked confused.

“Scraps. What did you do to Scraps? He fixes tech to make money. You guys had him here. Tell me what you did with him or yours knees are going to bend in reverse,” Hood snarled and the guy pales.

“We hired him to fix the assembly line. Told him it was for screwing tops on bottles. Paid him and fed him. He pulled the microwave out of thin air, and used it to fix the motor or something. He left into the storm after we paid him,” the goons caved and Hood tossed him towards the pile of them where they were waiting for the police.

“So the only evidence of Scraps is a microwave he pulled out of thin air? How does that even work, it's a microwave. You can't just hide that thing. That's not even a little one, that one looks like it was built into the wall originally,” Nightwing looked at the microwave and used some light dust from his bag before brushing it away, “There's fingerprints all over. Mostly large ones, how small is Scraps?”

“Little smaller than Robin,” Red Hood answered.

“Red Hood, Nightwing, I have eyes on Scraps with Mad Hatter,” Oracle chimed him, and the tension in the warehouse rose, “3 days ago he's spotted leaving warehouse 64 with the March Hare and Scraps following.”

“Fuck,” Hood punched one the machines, as he processed the information. Scraps was pretty androgynous looking. Hatter usually preferred natural blonde but those glowing blue eyes probably drew his attention. A wig would be an easy fix, “Scan everywhere you can Oracle, if Hatter has him we’re on a time limit.”

“Littlewing,” Nightwing placed a hand on Hood’s shoulder, “We'll find Scraps. She- they can't be gone for long. Hatter never stops with just one Alice, he'll leave a trail and we'll follow it.”

“Red Robin, Oracle,” Hood spoke into his com, “Do you have any other leads to Hatter’s location?”

“No yet, but we'll keep searching,” Oracle answered.

“Can I get in on this Scraps case? The tower ghost is coming up dead,” Spoiler asked and Nightwing left to talk with the arriving officers who took the goons into custody.

Red Hood sighed. He'd like to keep crime alley business out of the rest of Gotham, but this kid could be anywhere in Gotham now. He needed to keep an eye on Crime alley too. He needed more eyes, as reluctant as he wasn't to accept it, “Fine. You and Orphan are in because I know you will tell her anyway. Keep Robin and Batman out of it. Kid looks like adoption bait. Goes by Scraps on the streets, their real name is unknown.”

“Sound like so are their pronouns,” Spoiler laughed, “Well keep our eyes out for them. Send the case file to me and Orphan. I'll fill her in about tonight. Should we tell Duke?”

“No, not yet,” Red Hood answered, “He can't keep a secret from B if he thinks it’s serious. We might have to if we can't find any leads to check if he can see something we can't. Scraps’ eyes are blue, like they're glowing. It’s hard to miss.”

“So, their a meta in hiding?” Spoiler asked as she walked away.

“If they are, Batman is gonna be pissed,” Nightwing responded on come.

“B can fuck off. It's not like people chose to be metas, kid probably didn't even know and has no where else to go. I'm checking out warehouse 64,” Hood left, riding his bike to warehouse 64 where he found a mostly empty lot.

There were a few forgotten things. Evidence of a tea party and a few discarded headbands. Timbit would be able to look at them later. What pissed Hood off to recognize the edging of green in his vision, was a discarded backpack, and clothes that had long since been hung to dry.

“I found Scraps personal belongings. He was here during the storm. His clothes are hung over a banister to dry. And his bag was left behind,” Hood opened the bag, two different tool boxes inside along with smaller parts of tech. Some snacks- a frozen apple?

“Spoiler might be right about this kid being a meta,” Hood spoke up.

“Really? What gave it away?” Spoiler responded through coms.

“I found an apple that's been frozen solid in a layer of frost in their bag along with tools and tech. They're an ice meta of some kind,” Hood examined the apple. The frost was intricate like lace and beautiful as it glistened in the moonlight. No evidence of melting at all. It was freezing to touch even through his reinforced gloves.

“But they left 3 days ago. How hasn't it melted?” Nightwing asked.

“Don't know but it's still cold. The kids got a bigass first aid kit in here too. Not even a water bottle. A frozen apple, three granola bars, and the rest is all tech or tools. He carries his work more than his survival supplies. He's got a place to stay somewhere but I haven't found it yet,” he put everything back into the back pack along with his clothes.

For now, it was a dead end. They needed a new trail, a clue, but they'd have to wait. Still, the idea of a child younger than Robin in the hands of the Hatter, it made Red Hood’s stomach churn something ugly as he fought back against the pit. When they found Jervis Tetch, he'd have first dips on punching the guy so hard he'd have to get replacement buck teeth.

—

Alice was still odd to Mad Hatter. She was under his control and the chips were no longer dying out. However there were small things she did. He complained about the temperature of the room being too high, and suddenly the room cooled while her eyes glowed even brighter. He never ordered her too, she did it on her own. She wasn't programed for that. He mentioned finding another girl to dress up Alice disappeared from his side and reappeared 20 minutes later with an unconscious woman in her arms. Blond hair, and blue eyes. Again, he never ordered her to do so. And yet, Hatter only felt glee as he realized his Perfect Alice could do more than his henchmen ever could in a very fast amount of time. But the best part was when he asked her to disappear for two minutes and she turned invisible right in front of him. His buck toothed smile was mad as he had a tool he'd never had before. A silent Alice who was as skilled in shadows and she was in the light. An Alice the bats couldn't follow back.

“Alice, my wonderful Alice, you are more than I have imagined. We are going to send some invitations soon. So for now, go rest in bed. Your mission will be ready by tomorrow night,” Mad Hatter grinned, “I have a Tea Party to plan for a special guest!”

---

A girl was reported missing, blonde hair and blue eyes. But no evidence of a break in what so ever. No locks were touched, only the bed where she had been sleeping was touched. Nothing on the camera aside from the quality being fuzzy. Odd, those should be updated cameras. This one may have to be replaced, or there was someone altering the feed. Oracle has yet to find evidence of tampering with the cameras. By appearance alone, one suspect on Batman’s list was Mad Hatter. He'd have to keep track of other kidnappings of women with similar appearances to be sure.

With nothing left to examine at the scene, Batman moved on. Robin following close behind, annoyed at the lack of evidence he'd managed to find. Not even a finger print, the culprit was wearing gloves. Most criminals wore gloves, it wasn't unusual.

The Batman came to a sudden halt, “Robin, we have confirmation Hatter is involved with the case.”

Robin landed besides his father and saw a blonde dressed in a blue frilly dress with an apron. It wasn't the same woman taken from her apartment. This was a child, probably a little younger than Robin, himself. She was alone, on a rooftop. Scanning the area there was no one else around. Just this child dressed as Alice, trapped under mind control.

“I shall remove the wig,” Robin approached.

“Oracle we have an Alice, send medical and alert the police,” Batman ordered as Robin slowly approached the hostage.

“B, are their eyes glowing?” Oracle asked.

“Oracle, does this have to do with Hood, Nightwing, and Spoiler’s sudden team up?” Batman asked, voice gruff with annoyance and frustration with their lack of reports from that event.

“Yes. The kid is called Scraps, and is suspect to be an ice meta. They had a frozen apple in their belongings. According to Hood it hasn’t melted yet. Kid went missing a week ago. We had a lead that revealed Mad Hatter is the one who took them,” Oracle gave a short report, and Batman grunted in return.

“Mad Hatter has invited you to a tea party,” a soulless voice suddenly came from the child as Robin was closing in.

The child was now holding out a green envelope. Masked eyes studied the arm holding out the letter for a moment, something made Robin stiffen subtly, Batman nearly missed it. Robin took the envelope and then tried to grab their wrist only for Alice to pull free and jump back. Now standing on the ledge towards the open street.

“Come forward, you will fall standing there. I mean you no harm,” Robin held out his hand to Alice.

“You are not permitted to touch me. The invite was delivered, goodbye,” With that, the Alice stepped back and fell.

Robin jumped after them, shooting his grappling hook to catch the wall only to find the Alice was gone. Batman had run after the child as well, both splitting into a silent search of the perimeter to find nothing. No sound of foot steps, nothing but the cars and people below. The Alice was gone, and no trail to follow them with.

“Nightwing, Spoiler, Red Hood, Batcave. Now,” Batman motioned for Robin to follow, clicking his tongue as the mysterious child escaped.

“Father, we still have the invite,” Robin handed the green envelope to Batman as they were returning to the manor. Only a quick pause to check the letter for trackers. The only thing inside was coordinates, a time, and the date two nights from now.

At the cave, Batman was forced to wait for the trio to appear. Nightwing arrived first, then Spoiler. No surprise Red Hood was last and took as long as possible.

“Report,” Batman ordered, sternly. Eyes narrowing at his children who yet again hid something from him.

“Scraps was taken by Tetch during the storm. Red Hood started the case a week after Scraps went missing. We want to find this lost meta kid and get them into a safe place or back home. Hood’s area says they has an accent so they might not want to be in the city,” Spoiler answered, “They work as a handyman, fixing up anything. A tech nerd like RR.”

“Tech nerd? The kid had garbage in his backpack. Broken everything and mangled parts that should have been considered unsalvageable. How the hell are they gonna build anything from that?” Red Robin groaned, getting Batman's attention, “Shit.”

“Anything to report, Red Robin?” Batman glared as another one of his children was in on the withholding of information.

“The kid makes cameras glitch out or just fuzzy sometimes. We can't get a facial scan no mater how much we try and salvage the images or the cameras themselves. Scraps does something to them that we haven't managed to bypass,” and that made a sad piece click into this new case.

“We just ran into an Alice with vibrant eyes. They jumped off the roof after giving us a set of coordinates, a time, and the date 2 nights from now. I went to catch them but they disappeared. No sound of the landing, just silence,” Robin spoke up.

“These coordinates?” Red Robin took the paper from Batman and found the location on Gotham’s map.

“Hm,” Batman replied, looking up at the screen. A trap, but there was time to prepare.

“I shall prepare a guest room, then,” Alfred appeared behind them with a trolley of sandwiches and tea for an after patrol snack.

“No, we are not bringing Scraps to the manor,” Red Hood argued, although it was pointless to argue with Alfred.

“So you say Master Jason. I just like to be prepared,” Alfred left as quickly as he came.

“Scraps looks like adoption bait,” Nightwing sighed as Orphan came in with a smile.

Bruce just sighed as he removed his cowl, “If this hostage is a meta, we'll need to focus on trying to free them from the mind control. We night need to use suppressor cuffs, or a collar. What ever we can get on them temporarily to avoid injury. We will prepare in the mean time. Hatter uses mind control, we will be fighting civilians, keep that in mind.”

“Father, there was an observation I had when I was close to the hostage,” Robin spoke up again, “When they held out the invitation with their left hand I could see lichtenberg scars traveling up their arm. But instead of being pink and irritated, they were almost pure white. Along with several other smaller scars on their arms. They felt cold for the second I grabbed them.”

Lichtenberg scars… They fade after a few days, which meant the kid was recently electrocuted… But why were they white? Red Hood took a breath, counting to 10 before focusing again.

“I need to know what happened to that kid and who's ass I need to kick,” Red Hood growled, after setting his empty plate back on the trolley.

“We’ll find them, now that we are all keeping an eye out. Tomorrow we patrol as normal, then we send a team after Hatter.”

—

Signal had been having a good morning patrol. He was quickly filled in on the Hatter situation and to try and follow the meta Alice if they came into contact. Signal was having a pretty normal patrol. Stopping a car jacking, a convenient store robbery, a mugging, and a purse snatcher. Nothing he couldn't handle on his own. Finally, a glimpse of shimmering sky blue caused Signal to stop in his tracks.

“Hey, there,” Signal turned to find the Alice, and just as described, their eyes were glowing. But so was the rest of their aura, it was flickering in an odd way, “Are you lost?”

“No,” they responded, and the aura began to fade a little more.

“Okay, you need me for something, right? Are you going to invite me to your team party tomorrow night?” Signal slowly approached. He just needed to be distracting enough that he could use a shadow to grab the wig.

“You do not have permission to touch me,” Alice turned transparent. The aura flared just as the shadow fell through them, missing the wig completely.

“Okay, I won't touch you,” Signal reached up to his com and spoke silently. Of course he didn't know Alice could hear him anyway, “Contact with meta Alice. They can density shift. My shadows passed through their body.”

“See what else you can learn about them. So far Meta Alice doesn't seem hostile,” Oracle responded, “If you can free or follow them back we might get a lead on either the trap or Hatter's base.”

“Copy,” Signal nodded, keeping the com on and recording the conversation for later. Alice was deathly still but their clothes and hair were flowing as if gravity and the wind had no effect on them, “Can you tell me what you need from me?”

“Has Robin read his invitation?” Alice tilted their head slightly, a habit Danny still maintained.

“Yes, was it just for Robin? Batman thought it was for both of them,” Signal hadn't actually seen the invitation himself, just the report about it.

“Just for Robin. Batman isn't invited,” their monotone voice continued. They lifted their left hand and held out a yellow envelope, “Mad Hatter has invited you to his tea party, Signal.”

“Okay, thank you,” Signal approached and took the envelope. Through Alice's gloves and his own, Signal felt a cold chill up his arm and down his spine.

“Goodbye,” they spoke before jump off the building, much like with Robin.

“Wait,” Signal tucked away the letter and followed Alice as their aura flared again. They never landed on the ground. Instead they were invisible on the physical plain and floating away slowly. Unfortunately the aura he followed soon disappeared with Alice all together, “Alice went west before disappearing from my vision. I'm attempting to follow. They can float, apparently. And go completely invisible, even hiding their aura. They're hard to track but if I can get another glimpse of their aura or find them with some light manipulation I can follow.”

“So definitely a meta,” Oracle was typing again, probably updating Scraps’ file, “Use the cuffs if you can get close, Signal. Scraps also causes camera to go a bit fuzzy when nearby, I'll let you know what areas I notice they might be in because of the glitches.”

“Still heading west as far as I can tell,” it wasn't an exciting chase since the hostage floated away at a jogging pace, but that didn't mean Signal wasn't having trouble. It was as if Scraps was using their aura like breadcrumbs for Signal to follow. Eventually, Scraps’ aura stopped appearing, they were gone, “I lost Scraps, I'm going to check the area incase I was lead here for a reason. We can pin the coordinates for later.”

“Already on it. Looks like you're pretty close to the coordinates on the invite,” Oracle responded, “Mad Hatter might be leading us to his base. Its obviously a trap, he must have confidence to be so careless.”

“My invite has the same coordinates as Robin's,” Duke looked in the general direction of the coordinates, the Botanical Gardens.

“Keep an eye out, we don't know where Scraps may next appear,” Oracle signed off and Signal moved on with their patrol.

—

Orphan was the next to receive an invite. It was the first time a civilian noticed her while blending with the shadows.

“Orphan, Mad Hatter has invited you to a tea party,” Once again holding out an envelope for the vigilante, Scraps stood unmoving until the letter was taken.

Orphan attempted to follow, listening for breathing or foot steps, once again no one could follow them.

Spoiler was invited, and she tried and failed to grab the wig before Scraps disappeared.

Even Nightwing received an invite. Although his attempt to free Scraps was as fruitless as with the others. He did notice when he made a pun that Scraps had a habit of tilting their head to the side. A hint of a personality trapped inside.

Red Robin followed, but didn't immediately take the invite. His theory was Scraps would only leave after the invite was taken. It had been five minutes now. While he couldn't remove the wig, he was taking a few scans of Scraps.

“Shit,” Red Robin cursed as he scanned Scraps' vitals, “Scraps’ heart rate is dangerously low and is hardly breathing. Their temperature is insanely low at 90°F. They're hypothermic.”

“Please take the invite,” it was the first time Scraps has said anything since offering the invite and telling Red Robin not to touch them.

“I will, but can I get you to a hospital first- Hey!” Red Robin was quickly cut off by an ice shard suddenly flying his way.

Scraps was fast, slamming the letter roughly into his chest and freezing it to his suit before disappearing.

“RR what happened?” Nightwing spoke up on coms.

“I was trying to negotiate, and Scraps didn't take it too well. Fired an attack and now I have an envelope frozen to my chest,” he wasn't going to mention how that same push forced the air out of his lungs and bruised him.

“We can't wait for tomorrow with their current vitals, Scraps is going to die if we don't get them into a hospital. They need an ICU in that condition. Hatter is going to kill the kid at this rate,” Red Robin spoke up, trying to pull the letter and the ice off. The ice wasn't melting or breaking at all. Not even a scratch when he tried to use a bird-a-rang to pry it off, “What the fuck is this ice made of? I can't get it to budge. Can't even scrape off a sample.”

“You couldn't even get a sample off the apple,” Red Hood responded.

“This ice has an edge to pry under, the apple is solid all the way around. I thought if maybe… ha!” the entire chunk of ice along with the envelope came off in one solid peace, “I finally have a sample I can work with.”

“Everyone return to the cave for a debrief. We'll be infiltrating the tea party tonight,” Batman ordered his brood who wrapped up their current tasks to return to the cave.

It was time to crash a Tea Party.

~~~

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the-black-manor · 1 year ago

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Within Temptation

Author: The-Black-Manor

Demon x Trans Male Priest (Pre-transition)

Warnings: Rape, unprotected sex, stolen virginity

Kinks: Demon, priest, corruption, blasphemy, oral, excessive cum, oversized cock, monster cock, bondage, belly bulge, rough sex, age difference, size difference

Terms used: Cunt, cock, balls, cervix, chest, nipples, binder, cockhead, crotch, walls, entrance

Words: 4,002

Note: If you find any mistakes, please let me know so I can fix them.

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The young priest didn’t arrive at the old stone church until well after dark. He was exhausted from his long journey, but there was nowhere nearby to rest, and he certainly wasn’t going to rest in the church until he was certain there were no malevolent entities present. He stepped out of the cab and stretched before grabbing his luggage and kit and making his way through the crumbling, overgrown courtyard. The front door was unlocked, and he was silently grateful to the family that lived here that they’d remembered to keep it open for him before they fled.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The foyer was dark and foreboding. Previous owners had begun renovating the church into a home years ago, but progress had been halted when strange activity began after unsealing a walled-off room in the cellar. Scaffolding, canvas, tarp, rope, and all sorts of construction equipment had been left behind when the family and crew abandoned the location. There was a large industrial light nearby, and the priest switched it on. The room was no less unsettling bathed in white light.

As he moved through the home in search of the dining room, dust that had since settled was kicked up once more and made the air hazy. The dining room would work well enough as a sort of “home base” while he investigated the claims of demonic activity. He was no exorcist, just a young priest sent to validate the claims. If he found evidence of activity, he would send for an exorcist. For now, though, all he had was himself, his bible, his crucifix, and his faith.

After he got himself settled, he descended to the cellar, to the newly-excavated room the family claims is a “door to hell”. He scoffed and shook his head. Not likely. A gas leak, perhaps, which is why he had a mask and detector with him. But the detector stayed silent, and when he felt comfortable enough to take his mask off, the air was clean, if a bit stale. He worked his way through the house slowly, paying great attention to each room, making mental notes if anything seemed “off”.

The only thing he found unusual was that nothing seemed unusual. He shook his head. This was a waste of time. Still, he had a job to do, and he was going to see it through to the end. He kept going. The church was huge, more a castle than anything, and he eventually found his way upstairs to the bedrooms. The doors were all closed, except for one at the very end of the hall.

If there was ever a place to start up here, he supposed that was it. The dusty old runner beneath his feet muffled his footsteps, and he peered into the room as he approached. It was dark inside, but he could make out the silhouette of a bed with a canopy. He hesitated for only the briefest moment before stepping over the threshold and into the master bedroom. The windows either side of the bed were open just a crack, letting in a crisp, fresh night breeze that sent the linen curtains fluttering and rays of silver moonlight that provided just enough light to see by.

This room was different from the rest. There was no dust on the plush red duvet, no cracks in the stone walls or gunk on the windows. No tattered rugs or moth-eaten curtains. Whereas the rest of the church was obviously abandoned, this room looked well cared for. Lived in.

The door closed behind him and the lock fastened with a “click”. He whirled around, and his blood ran cold as his tired gaze met the glowing purple eyes of an undulating shadow. He took a step back. At points, the figure looked almost human, and then its silhouette dissolved and melded with the shadows around it, moving like ink in water. It was both tangible and intangible, solid and smoke, man and monster.

Its eyes flickered like flame, and it glared at him, and then he thought he saw, for only the briefest moment, the hint of a sharp-toothed smile.

“Hello, priest,” the entity greeted him.

Its voice was deep and seemed to burrow into his chest and reverberate around in his rib cage. The priest gripped the crucifix around his neck and lifted it, wielding it like a shield against the darkness. The entity laughed, low and menacing. And then it was gone. Or so the priest thought. He gasped and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt arms snake around him from behind. The demon pulled him close, pressing its chest against his back, and ran its shadowy clawed hands all over the priest’s chest and stomach.

“Release me!” the priest insisted, writhing in its vice-like grip.

“Cute,” it cooed, its breath hot on the shell of his ear. “You think you have authority here…”

“In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to- mmph!”

The demon forced two thick fingers into his mouth, silencing him.

“Hush now,” it breathed as its free hand slid down his stomach to his crotch.

It grabbed him hard and pulled him back into its bulge. He could feel it hardening against his ass.

It let out a sound then that was somewhere between a purr and a growl. “What’s this?” it asked as it felt between his legs. “No cock? Does the church know about this?” it chuckled. “No, I think not. They wouldn’t let you be a priest if they did.”

He held his crucifix so tight that the edges of the cross dug into the soft flesh of his palm. He repeated all the prayers he knew in his head, over and over. He wasn’t afraid, but he couldn’t speak with the fiend’s fingers pressing down on his tongue, so he couldn’t fend it off. All he could do was pray. Its claws dug into the flesh of his inner thigh, and then he was in the air. He landed hard on the bed, and the breath was knocked from his lungs. He propped himself up on his elbows, ready to run, and saw the demon approaching slowly, a predator stalking its prey. This was the most tangible it had been. It looked like a man, around six feet tall, with a slim body and long hair that flowed like smoke. He could make out no facial features except for those gleaming eyes, eyes that burned into his very soul and held him in place, like a deer in the headlights.

The demon leaned forward to match his level, its face only millimeters from his. It breathed in deep, taking in his scent, and then a long, pointed tongue snaked out from behind sharp, wet teeth to lick a line up his cheek.

“Delicious,” it purred.

It rested its hand on his chest, over his racing heart, and shoved him onto his back. Claws dug into his flesh as it tore at his vestments and binder and peeled them away. He snapped out of his fear-frozen state, and brought a leg up to try and kick the monster away. Something wrapped around his ankle, then his thigh, then his other leg, his wrists, his biceps. Inky tentacles held him down and spread him open, leaving him bare before the evil he faced.

“What do you want with me?” he growled, though he was sure he already knew the answer.

“I want your body,” it responded simply, then ran its tongue over its lips. “And it is a beautiful body… Seems a shame to have such stunning assets and not put them to any use.”

He had to get out of here.. He sneered at the demon and began a prayer, voice rising in an attempt to drown out its booming laugh. It didn’t care for his prayers, his faith, his god. It crawled on top of him, and he expected its body to be as hot as the fiery pits that spat it out, but it was icy cold and sent a chill down his spine. His prayer was cut short as the creature forced that long tongue into his mouth and entangled it with his own. He writhed beneath it, trying to free himself from the tentacles’ grasp and the slimy intrusion. One of its teeth nicked his lip, and he tasted blood. The demon must have tasted it too, because another purr-growl rumbled through its chest.

It pulled its tongue from his mouth and licked up the side of his neck while the priest spat, trying to rid himself of its taste. And then its lips replaced its tongue, peppering kisses along his jaw, down his neck, across his collarbone. Its hands touched and grabbed and massaged every inch of him that it could reach, paying special attention to his chest, where it groped the soft mounds and pinched his nipples, rolling them between clawed fingers. Despite his best efforts, the demon’s ministrations were affecting him, and he keened, back arching, when the demon replaced its fingers with soft lips and sucked a sensitive bud into its mouth.

He choked back a moan as fire ignited in his belly. He could feel some sort of wetness leaking from his cunt and pooling on the bed beneath him, but he couldn’t close his legs or reach down to feel. Just then, he felt something hard knock against his cock, and he cried out as electricity shot up his spine. He thought it must have been the demon’s knee, but when he managed to lift his head to look down, the demon was straddling him, its knees on either side of his hips.

“No…” he whimpered, and his head fell back against the mattress.

When it said it wanted his body, he assumed it meant possession, not…

“Get off of me!” he shouted, struggling with renewed vigor.

The demon didn’t reply, but it released his nipple with a “pop”, and traveled down his belly, kissing and licking every inch of the soft flesh there and on his hips as he made his way lower. The priest squirmed, trying to kick away the tentacles so that he could close his legs, but they only pulled them wider apart. Finally, the demon buried its face in his cunt and inhaled deeply. It flicked his cock with its wicked tongue, and then pressed the strong muscle flat against it. It massaged him expertly, and as his back arched and his hips bucked involuntarily, another tentacle wrapped itself around his midsection to hold him down.

“S-stop…” he panted.

“Keep praying to your absent father,” the demon mocked. “I’m sure he’ll come to your rescue.”

His cock throbbed, his cunt clenched, his body ached for more.

“Don’t… ahh-”

The tip of its tongue prodded at his entrance, gauging resistance.

“A virgin?” it purred. “I couldn’t have asked for the church to send me a better gift.”

Fighting back was useless, so the priest closed his eyes tight and started up another prayer.

“That’s it,” the demon cooed. “What a good boy. So obedient.”

He cursed the creature silently and continued his prayer while it pushed the tip of its tongue just past his entrance. He groaned and balled his hands into fists. Its tongue was far bigger than a human’s, and he’d never had anything inside of him before. The stretch burned, but there was pleasure there as well, and he hated his body for reacting the way it was.

It thrust its tongue in and out, in and out, and then buried it deeper. He cried out at the sharp pain, and then stumbled over his prayer as it hit something inside of him - a sensitive spot that sent pleasure shooting up his spine. Its tongue delved deeper, opening his cunt, curling and uncurling, thrusting, massaging, and pressing again and again and again against that spot.

“Sto-op…” he tried to beg, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

Its tongue suddenly retreated until only the tip was inside, and it used the meatiest part to press hard against his cock.

“Ah!” he cried out in surprise as another shock of pleasure flooded his senses.

The demon chuckled low, pleased with the reactions it was pulling out of this man of god. Its hands traveled up his sides and it took a breast in each one, kneading them in its large palms and rolling his nipples between its fingers.

“Fuck-” he swore.

Its tongue plunged deep inside of him once more, all the way, until he could feel its lips and nose against his crotch.

“Such a dirty mouth for someone so pure,” it mocked. “And you pray to your god with that tongue?”

“Shut up,” he tried to command, but it only laughed again.

“Have you given up on your prayers, little priest? I quite liked hearing them.”

Mocking. Always mocking. It should hate his prayers, not like them. It was only driving home the fact that the priest had no power over it, no weapon against it.

“Sing for me, priest.”

He clenched his jaw.

“I said, sing.”

It dug its claws into the sensitive flesh of his breasts, and he hissed in pain. He could feel warm blood pooling beneath its talons and running in rivulets down his sides.

“Our f-father, who… who art i-in…”

“Good boy,” it praised him, purring happily.

It ran its cold hands up and down his sides, and then traced soft spirals into his hips before it removed its tongue entirely. The priest was given only a moment to breathe before it was climbing over him once more. It pressed its lips to his neck, peppering him in soft kisses while one of its hands gave his cock the same treatment it had given his nipples. His body jerked, and a moan escaped his lips. The demon nipped at his collarbone, then soothed the bite with licks. It dipped a finger inside of his cunt just as it latched onto his neck, sucking a deep bruise into his pale flesh. A second finger joined the first, and then a third, stretching him wider than its tongue had.

It’s preparing me, he thought. It’s stretching me open so it can fuck me.

And so it was. It added a final finger, opening and closing them with a scissor-like motion inside of him. And then it curled them harshly upward, pressing hard against that sensitive spot. He felt a spurt of something wet gush from his cunt around the demon’s fingers, earning a pleased rumble from its chest. It curled them again, and again, faster, harder, and the priest’s eyes rolled back in his head as he was overcome with pleasure.

There was a tightening in his lower belly, and he couldn’t stop his hips from bucking, his walls from clenching, his back from arching. The coil tightened quickly, and he shook his head, trying to rid himself of these sensations, to no avail.

“No, please… Don’t!” he begged. “I can’t!”

He was right on the very edge. One more second, and he’d-

The demon stopped all at once, removing its fingers and its lips, and pushed away from him to stand at the foot of the bed. The priest lay there, quivering and clenching around nothing, his cunt leaking and his chest heaving.

“Silly boy,” the demon chuckled. “You think I’ll let you cum around anything other than my cock?”

It slapped his cunt hard, and the priest cried out in pain. It grabbed his hips and pulled them off the edge of the bed, then settled itself between his legs. He finally got a good look at what he was dealing with. Its cock was as black as the shadows that made up its body, massive - at least the size of his forearm, with a tapered, pointed head and thick, ridged shaft, pronounced veins, and precum leaking from the tip like a faucet. Below them swung enormous balls, bigger than any he’d seen even on the horses in the stable or the bulls in the pasture.

“Please…” he begged, his voice barely a whisper.

“Please?” the demon asked. “Please what?”

It lined up and began to prod at his entrance.

“Please don’t do this…”

It smiled that sharp-toothed smile.

“Ah, and here I thought you were begging me to fuck you.”

He forced the head in all at once, and the priest cried out in pain.

“It won’t fit!” he screamed, but the demon only laughed wickedly.

“I’ll make it fit,” it promised, and forced another inch inside.

The pain was blinding, and he fisted handfuls of the bedding either side of him to ground himself against it.

“You’re so wet, I can slide right inside,” it teased.

Another inch, a wider stretch. The priest saw stars every time he opened his eyes.

“Your body wants me,” it told him. “Otherwise your pelvis wouldn’t be opening so readily my cock.”

He shook his head feverishly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Yes,” it chuckled. “Your pelvis is opening up to allow me easier access, and your wet cunt slicked itself up to make pushing in easier. You want this. You want me.”

It snapped its hips forward, burying itself to the hilt in one swift motion. The priest screamed as it slammed against his cervix, but his voice seemed so far away, muffled by the ringing in his ears. It rutted into him, making itself comfortable inside of his body, the pointed tip of its cockhead nestling itself in the little dimple at the opening of his cervix. The tendril around one of his wrist loosened, and then slipped away, but before he could even think to try and throw a punch, the demon had his wrist in its hand. He was silently grateful for the relief on his shoulder as it guided his hand down, where it pressed his palm against his lower abdomen. There was a bulge there, and it moved beneath his hand as the demon rut into him.

His cock… it’s so big it’s making my stomach bulge…

He clenched involuntarily at the thought.

“You like that?” it purred. “I thought you might.”

It rested its hand over his, preventing him from pulling away.

“Why are you doing this?” the priest asked quietly.

“Why does anyone do anything?” the demon asked in reply. “Because I want to. Hush now,” it growled. “Enjoy it.”

But how could he enjoy anything when he was being violated so thoroughly? His body would never be the same after this. He would never be the same.

It gripped his hips tightly, but the priest didn’t move his hand from the bulge. Instead, he pressed down on it, though he wasn’t sure why. The demon hissed and its hips bucked forward harshly, pushing the priest upward on the bed. It pulled him back down and dug its claws into his thighs.

“If you make yourself tighter, you’re only going to make me want to fuck you harder. Unless that’s what you want?” it smirked.

“No!”

He didn’t know why he pressed down. He didn’t mean to, his hand did it on its own… The demon slid almost all the way out of him, and then pushed back in smoothly. The priest let out a long, low moan. The burning stretch had since given way to a pleasant feeling of fullness, and feeling that bulge in his stomach each time the creature bottomed out was doing something to him, making him feel things he wished he wasn’t feeling.

It pulled out again, then slid in, then out, then in, setting a slow, steady pace, fucking him with its entire length.

“Sto-o-op,” he moaned, the word broken each time its cockhead hit his cervix.

“I don’t think you really want me to,” it chuckled. “I think you want me to make you cum.”

“No…” he whined, even as embers ignited in his belly. “Please, don’t…”

It laughed, low and menacing as it picked up the pace, fucking him harder, faster. It pulled him back against it with each thrust, burying itself as deep as possible, bruising his virgin cervix. Wet squelching and skin slapping against skin filled the air like a song, and the priest’s little whines and moans harmonized beautifully. The embers quickly ignited into a blaze, and the spring began to tighten once more. The demon’s hands slid from his hips. One slipped between his legs to pinch and massage his hot, hard cock, while the other rested once more over the priest’s own.

He didn’t see the demon’s wicked smile, so tightly his eyes were closed, but he felt its thrusts become harsher, faster, until it was fucking him like an animal, growling and panting, warm drool dripping off of its lolling tongue and onto his belly. It pressed down hard on the bulge. The priest released a high-pitched whine at the added pressure, and the demon growled low.

“So fucking tight…” it breathed. “There’s nothing better than an innocent little virgin stretched around my fat cock.”

“Huh- uh….”

He couldn’t seem to form words anymore. His senses had narrowed until all his world consisted of was the monster violating his body and the pleasure radiating from his core.

“S..st-o-o-”

“Hmm? What’s that?” the demon purred. “Use your words.”

“Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.” His voice broke with each thrust.

“No, I didn’t think so,” it grinned and slammed into him like a jackhammer.

The priest tried to arch his back, but the demon’s hand held him down, and that somehow only made the pleasure more intense.

“No… no, no, no,” he cried with each thrust as he rocketed toward the edge. “No, please!”

He came hard. His entire body tensed and curled in on itself, his cunt clenched and unclenched around the demon’s member, and he threw his head back and cried out. His eyes rolled back, his tongue lolled out, and his breath caught in his chest. The demon plowed deep, pushed itself in as far as possible, and then stilled as a feral growl rumbled in its throat. He could feel its cock throbbing, feel its heavy balls clenching against his ass as it released inside of him. Its seed was hot, and it flooded his cunt like a waterfall. It painted his walls white and leaked out past the demon’s ridged length to run in rivulets down his ass and pool beneath him, mixing with the slick that had gushed out of him earlier.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, a mixture of pain, pleasure, and grief, and it was all he could do to choke back his sobs in between gasping for air. He came down from his high much sooner than the demon did. It seemed like an eternity before the flood of cum finally stopped. It rubbed his belly softly over his uterus, thrust gently another couple of times, and then was gone.

The tendrils unwound themselves from around his body, the shadows retreated back into the far corners of the room, and the priest was left alone, a trembling, cum-soaked mess. His joints were sore from the unpleasant position he’d been trapped in for… how long had it been? He pushed himself off of the bed and unsteadily to his feet. It was only as a sliver of sunlight through the curtains lit upon his pale face that he realized it was dawn.

Hours. That creature had violated him for hours. He wiped his tears and used the tattered remains of his vestments to clean himself up before descending the stairs back to the dining room. He got dressed and threw his things together as quickly as he could, then all but sprinted for the door. It slammed behind him of its own accord, but he didn’t look back. He couldn’t.

All he could do was run and hope that whatever dark entity lived within that old stone church decided not to follow him home.

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fuck-customers · 2 years ago

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I work for a call center that services water heaters and hoo boy, the stories I could tell you.

First of all, you'd think it would be common sense that you have to actually be standing next to the appliance that you're asking for help with so that we can get the info we need to get started (No, I cannot help you with a water heater in Florida if you are calling from FRANCE), and they will find new and inventive ways to look everywhere except where you told them the serial number was located. I've learned that I have to specifically tell them to bring the phone with them to the unit or they will put it down and walk away for several minutes leaving you in awkward silence. And that's before we even get into the actual problems.

Attempting to return the unit to the store despite the bold print label on the front of the tank that says "STOP! DO NOT RETURN THIS UNIT" and lists our phone number and then will claim that the label isn't there when we bring it to their attention.

Not bothering to read the manual and then complaining when we tell them their electric unit needs a different breaker switch.

We ask for pics of the exhaust venting and it looks like a 90's screensaver (gee I wonder why your carbon monoxide detector is going off).

Customers who physically cut the tank open to prove that the leak isn't repairable and then complain when we tell them they've voided their warranty.

I once got a person who called to complain that they didn't like the indicator light on the gas valve flashing to indicate that it was working properly.

another guy stopped in the middle of installing his unit to turn the water back on and flooded his basement.

Another one waited TWO YEARS to tell us that the part we sent him didn't fix his problem and then demanded a replacement.

The ones that just go "yes yes yes yes" when you tell them to turn off the breaker switch and then complain that they got shocked when they open the panel on the front of the tank.

They actually won't let me troubleshoot anymore, not because I did anything wrong, but because too many customers complained when I pointed out to them how they caused their own problems.

It's not uncommon to get a caller who just goes "MY NIPPLES (the fittings where the pipes attach) ARE BURNING HOT AND LEAKING ALL OVER THE PLACE! AND MY AY-NO (mispronunciation of anode) ROD IS MAKING MY WATER SMELL LIKE SHIT! IT SHOT OUT LIKE A ROCKET AND GOT STUCK IN THE CEILING!"

Bottom line, there should be a mandatory government-subsidized class for new homeowners so that they know how to take care of their homes.

#fuck customers #call center problems

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soclonely · 1 year ago

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Shout-out to my dog for tooting so much in the house today that it set off the carbon monoxide and natural gas detector, which triggered the fire detector, which triggered my indoor sprinklers, WHICH THEN ALERTED THE LOCAL FIRE DEPARTMENT TO COME SAVE ME ALL BECAUSE MY BORDER COLLIE AND BEAGLE BOTH HAVE THE GUT OF A 45 YEAR OLD MAN WITH IBS TODAY.

Do you know what it's like trying to explain the problem to firefighters when two trucks pull up to your house and they see you soaked and gagging for fresh air as you run out the front door giving them a thumbs up that everything's okay?!

But now at least we know my fire safety system is ultra sensitive and off :')) needs fixed.

#i have to move now #cant show my face ever again

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uniphos-envirotronic-pvt-ltd · 5 months ago

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mothlau · 4 months ago

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me: yeah so there's a gas leak, I can smell it and yeah the gas detector isn't going crazy but my kitchen smells like gas

guy who fixed our central heating unit:

#TELL MEEEE WHEN YOU CAN COME FIX THIS SHITTTTTT #well if i go kaboom before he comes just know that i wish max was a girl 😔

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doodler16 · 4 months ago

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Husk wasn't taken out. He's apart of the rebellion after he was taken in by the rebellion. He's the bartender there. No, doing a reboot wouldn't do anything. In order to go back home, they'd need to use Stanford from Gravity Falls portal he's building to do so. Even then though, no one,but Dipper knows that the humans destroyed more than half of the characters universes. So, even then, some characters can't go home or don't want to, because attachments to people from other shows/well don't have a choice.

Funny you mention Lute. I'm playing with this idea that Adam may have killed her under one of the times the microchip had him under control or just had to bring her during one of the check ups for experimentation.

Checks up are the governments way of rounding characters up and taking them to the faculties where they will be experimented on. They give no warnings and just show up randomly at stores, restaurants, gas stations, etc. Line characters up and have special detectors. If they test positive for the Melani Nonos, the deadly illness some characters have, they are taken to "the hospital" for treatment. Naturally, people are suspicious when they can't find their loved ones as they're always not at the hospitals. After they get taken, they're sat in a room and stabbed in the leg to see what color they bleed. What comes next is depends on if they were known to fight in their shows. If they can fight have something special about them that get attention, turned into an assassin. If not, experimentation. Adam sometimes would be there to mandate check ups and make sure things went smoothly when he wasn't on a mission.

Oh ok, thanks for the clarification about Husk. No reboot, got it. I’m guessing a spinoff wouldn’t change anything either. What about time traveling to fix the human’s destroyed worlds? Ok, since Lute is potentially getting killed by Adam. What’s up with Sera and Emily? Yeah, check ups make sense and to see if anything has gone wrong.

#trek for the truth anon #viv stuff #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel #alternative universe

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spacetimewithstuartgary · 9 months ago

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Lunar ice deposits are widespread

Deposits of ice in lunar dust and rock (regolith) are more extensive than previously thought, according to a new analysis of data from NASA’s LRO (Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter) mission. Ice would be a valuable resource for future lunar expeditions. Water could be used for radiation protection and supporting human explorers, or broken into its hydrogen and oxygen components to make rocket fuel, energy, and breathable air.

Prior studies found signs of ice in the larger permanently shadowed regions (PSRs) near the lunar South Pole, including areas within Cabeus, Haworth, Shoemaker and Faustini craters. In the new work, “We find that there is widespread evidence of water ice within PSRs outside the South Pole, towards at least 77 degrees south latitude,” said Dr. Timothy P. McClanahan of NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland, and lead author of a paper on this research published October 2 in the Planetary Science Journal.

The study further aids lunar mission planners by providing maps and identifying the surface characteristics that show where ice is likely and less likely to be found, with evidence for why that should be. “Our model and analysis show that greatest ice concentrations are expected to occur near the PSRs’ coldest locations below 75 Kelvin (-198°C or -325°F) and near the base of the PSRs’ poleward-facing slopes,” said McClanahan.

“We can’t accurately determine the volume of the PSRs’ ice deposits or identify if they might be buried under a dry layer of regolith. However, we expect that for each surface 1.2 square yards (square meter) residing over these deposits there should be at least about five more quarts (five more liters) of ice within the surface top 3.3 feet (meter), as compared to their surrounding areas,” said McClanahan. The study also mapped where fewer, smaller, or lower-concentration ice deposits would be expected, occurring primarily towards warmer, periodically illuminated areas.

Ice could become implanted in lunar regolith through comet and meteor impacts, released as vapor (gas) from the lunar interior, or be formed by chemical reactions between hydrogen in the solar wind and oxygen in the regolith. PSRs typically occur in topographic depressions near the lunar poles. Because of the low Sun angle, these areas haven’t seen sunlight for up to billions of years, so are perpetually in extreme cold. Ice molecules are thought to be repeatedly dislodged from the regolith by meteorites, space radiation, or sunlight and travel across the lunar surface until they land in a PSR where they are entrapped by extreme cold. The PSR’s continuously cold surfaces can preserve ice molecules near the surface for perhaps billions of years, where they may accumulate into a deposit that is rich enough to mine. Ice is thought to be quickly lost on surfaces that are exposed to direct sunlight, which precludes their accumulations.

The team used LRO’s Lunar Exploration Neutron Detector (LEND) instrument to detect signs of ice deposits by measuring moderate-energy, “epithermal” neutrons. Specifically, the team used LEND’s Collimated Sensor for Epithermal Neutrons (CSETN) that has a fixed 18.6-mile (30-kilometer) diameter field-of-view. Neutrons are created by high-energy galactic cosmic rays that come from powerful deep-space events such as exploding stars, that impact the lunar surface, break up regolith atoms, and scatter subatomic particles called neutrons. The neutrons, which can originate from up to about a 3.3-foot (meter’s) depth, ping-pong their way through the regolith, running into other atoms. Some get directed into space, where they can be detected by LEND. Since hydrogen is about the same mass as a neutron, a collision with hydrogen causes the neutron to lose relatively more energy than a collision with most common regolith elements. So, where hydrogen is present in regolith, its concentration creates a corresponding reduction in the observed number of moderate-energy neutrons.

“We hypothesized that if all PSRs have the same hydrogen concentration, then CSETN should proportionally detect their hydrogen concentrations as a function of their areas. So, more hydrogen should be observed towards the larger-area PSRs,” said McClanahan.

The model was developed from a theoretical study that demonstrated how similarly hydrogen-enhanced PSRs would be detected by CSETNs fixed-area field-of-view. The correlation was demonstrated using the neutron emissions from 502 PSRs with areas ranging from 1.5 square miles (4 km2) to 417 square miles (1079 km2) that contrasted against their surrounding less hydrogen-enhanced areas. The correlation was expectedly weak for the small PSRs but increased towards the larger-area PSRs.

IMAGE: This illustration shows the distribution of permanently shadowed regions (in blue) on the Moon poleward of 80 degrees South latitude. They are superimposed on a digital elevation map of the lunar surface (grey) from the Lunar Orbiter Laser Altimeter instrument on board NASA’s Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter spacecraft. Credit NASA/GSFC/Timothy P. McClanahan

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #nasa #astrophysics #moon

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gasdetectormy · 9 months ago

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Ensuring Safety: The Importance of Gas Detectors in Malaysia's Industrial Sector

As Malaysia continues its rapid industrialization, workplace safety has become an increasingly important priority for industries and regulatory authorities alike. Among the most critical tools in ensuring workplace safety are gas detectors—devices that monitor and alert workers to the presence of hazardous gases. These detectors are indispensable in industries where toxic or flammable gases are produced or used, including oil and gas, chemical manufacturing, mining, and construction.

Malaysia's industrial sector has witnessed significant growth, making it crucial to address occupational safety issues more robustly. Gas detectors can save lives, protect infrastructure, and prevent environmental damage. This article explores the importance of gas detectors in Malaysia's industrial sector, emphasizing their role in enhancing safety, complying with regulations, and protecting workers.

Understanding the Risks in Malaysia's Industrial Sector

Industries across Malaysia operate in environments where hazardous gases are common. Whether it's the risk of explosions in refineries or toxic gas leaks in manufacturing plants, these gases pose serious risks to workers, machinery, and the surrounding environment. In many cases, hazardous gases like carbon monoxide (CO), methane (CH4), hydrogen sulphide (H2S), and volatile organic compounds (VOCs) are colourless, odourless, and difficult to detect without the aid of specialized equipment.

For example, hydrogen sulphide, commonly found in the oil and gas industry, can be lethal in small concentrations. Prolonged exposure to low levels can cause eye irritation, headaches, and respiratory issues, while high-level exposure can result in unconsciousness or even death. Similarly, methane, often encountered in mining and waste management, is highly flammable and can cause catastrophic explosions if not detected in time.

In response to these dangers, gas detectors are essential for early warning systems in industries where gas leaks or accumulation pose a threat. Through authorities like the Department of Occupational Safety and Health (DOSH), Malaysia's regulations mandate the use of gas detection systems in certain industries, underscoring their importance in workplace safety.

The Role of Gas Detectors in Ensuring Workplace Safety

Gas detectors play a crucial role in safeguarding industrial operations. Their primary function is to detect the presence of dangerous gases in the air and alert workers before the gas reaches a hazardous concentration. These devices are designed to ensure that workplaces remain safe environments, with early detection often meaning the difference between a manageable situation and a disaster.

There are various gas detectors, each tailored to specific industrial needs. Some of the most common types include:

Portable Gas Detectors: Portable gas detectors are handheld devices that workers carry on-site, especially in confined spaces or areas where gas leaks are suspected. They provide real-time monitoring and immediate alarms, allowing workers to evacuate or take appropriate action when dangerous gas levels are detected. In industries such as oil and gas, portable detectors are crucial for ensuring the safety of workers conducting routine maintenance or inspections.

Fixed Gas Detection Systems are installed in high-risk areas and continuously monitor the air for hazardous gases. They are often placed in refineries, manufacturing plants, or chemical storage facilities, where they offer continuous protection. If dangerous gas levels are detected, these systems can trigger alarms, shut down equipment, or activate ventilation systems to prevent accidents.

Multi-Gas Detectors: These devices can detect multiple gases simultaneously, making them ideal for industrial environments where several gases may be present. They provide comprehensive coverage, reducing the need for multiple devices and increasing efficiency in gas monitoring.

Hydrogen (H2) Selective Gas Detectors: These specialized detectors are important for industries dealing with hydrogen or other flammable gases. Hydrogen is commonly used in Malaysia's chemical and refining industries, and its detection is critical due to its highly flammable nature. Hydrogen-specific detectors help reduce false alarms caused by other gases, ensuring accurate detection and preventing unnecessary disruptions.

Regulatory Compliance and Gas Detection in Malaysia

In Malaysia, workplace safety is governed by the Occupational Safety and Health Act (OSHA) 1994, which emphasizes employers' responsibility to ensure the safety, health, and welfare of workers. The act mandates that employers provide safe working environments, implement safety measures, and use appropriate safety equipment, including gas detectors, to protect employees from hazardous conditions.

The Department of Occupational Safety and Health (DOSH) further enforces these regulations by setting standards for gas detection systems, particularly in industries with high risks of gas leaks or exposure to toxic substances. These regulations ensure that industries comply with safety requirements and mitigate risks associated with hazardous gases.

Gas detectors help companies adhere to these regulations by providing continuous monitoring and immediate alerts, allowing industries to take corrective actions before accidents occur. Failure to comply with OSHA and DOSH regulations can lead to significant fines, legal penalties, and even the shutdown of operations. Moreover, companies that fail to protect their employees from gas hazards may face reputational damage, making compliance with safety regulations critical for business success.

The Financial Benefits of Gas Detectors

While gas detectors are primarily installed to protect workers and prevent accidents, they also offer substantial financial benefits. These devices help avoid costly damage to equipment, facilities, and products by preventing gas leaks and explosions. In high-stakes industries such as oil and gas, a single undetected gas leak can lead to millions of dollars in losses due to equipment damage, production delays, and fines.

Furthermore, gas detectors contribute to reducing insurance costs. Insurance companies recognize the importance of workplace safety measures, and companies that implement effective gas detection systems often qualify for lower premiums. This reduction in insurance costs can offset the initial investment in gas detection technology, making it a cost-effective solution in the long term.

Beyond insurance savings, gas detectors also minimize the financial impact of downtime. When hazardous gases are detected early, industries can take swift action to mitigate the issue, preventing long-term shutdowns. In industries like petrochemicals or mining, where production is continuous and downtime is expensive, the ability to detect gas leaks early can prevent costly interruptions.

Preventing Environmental Damage

In addition to safeguarding human lives and assets, gas detectors play a significant role in preventing environmental damage. Gas leaks, if undetected, can have severe consequences for the surrounding environment. For example, methane leaks contribute to global warming due to methane's high potency as a greenhouse gas. Leaks of toxic gases can contaminate water sources and harm local ecosystems, leading to long-term environmental degradation.

By installing gas detectors, companies can monitor and mitigate gas leaks before they cause irreversible environmental harm. In Malaysia, where environmental regulations are becoming stricter, adopting advanced gas detection technology aligns with national goals for sustainable development. Companies that invest in gas detectors comply with regulations and demonstrate corporate responsibility in protecting the environment.

Enhancing Worker Confidence and Morale

When workers feel safe, they are more productive and engaged. Gas detectors provide physical safety and foster a culture of safety within an organization. Knowing that the company has invested in high-quality gas detection equipment reassures workers that their well-being is a top priority. This confidence in workplace safety leads to higher job satisfaction and employee morale.

Moreover, proper training on using gas detectors and responding to alarms enhances workers' sense of control over their safety. Employees well-versed in safety protocols are better equipped to handle emergencies calmly and effectively. This combination of technology and training creates a safer, more efficient working environment.

The Future of Gas Detection in Malaysia

The evolution of gas detection technology continues to play a pivotal role in improving industrial safety. With advancements in sensor technology, gas detectors are becoming more accurate, reliable, and easier to use. In Malaysia, industries are increasingly adopting wireless gas detectors, which allow real-time data transmission to control rooms, enabling remote monitoring of gas levels.

Integrating gas detectors with Internet of Things (IoT) platforms is also gaining traction. IoT-enabled gas detectors can provide predictive maintenance insights, alerting companies when sensors need calibration or replacement. This proactive approach reduces downtime and ensures that gas detectors function optimally.

As Malaysia's industrial sector grows, the demand for cutting-edge gas detection solutions will continue to rise. Companies that embrace these technological advancements will comply with safety regulations and stay ahead regarding operational efficiency and worker protection.

Conclusion

In Malaysia's industrial sector, the importance of gas detectors cannot be overstated. Gas detectors are a critical component of modern industrial safety protocols, from protecting workers and preventing accidents to ensuring regulatory compliance and minimizing environmental impact. As technology evolves, gas detectors will become even more effective and essential in safeguarding Malaysia's industrial future. By investing in gas detection systems, companies demonstrate their commitment to safety, sustainability, and success.

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pbandjesse · 1 year ago

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We are in turkey! Our flight is about two hours from when I am starting to write this. It has been a long fricken day so far. And we still have a very long flight ahead it is.

After I finished my paper last night I would join everyone outside again. There was a little more dancing. A little more silliness. After the parent's friends left me and Stephanie went down to the seawall and I would catch two frogs! When I caught the first one I held him up in and the and declared that this was the best day of my life. Stephanie thought I was holding a rock and was very confused at first but then we were both laughing and being so silly. And then she saw the second frog and I caught that one too. We brought them up to the porch and all the boys freaked and Stacey (boy Stacey ) jumped up on the table and was screamed and I was laughing and of course dropped a frog and that made everyone freak more. I just caught it again but man it was funny.

We went back to the seawall and I replaced the frogs almost exactly where I found them. And joined the party again.

I was pretty frustrated though. I felt like we should be leaving for go back to the hotel to get everyone together. So we would be at the airport early. But no. Paul wanted us to leave at 130. Which I thought was crazy.

I would doze inside. Tried to catch a gecko but just succeeded in scathing it and it's tail fell off and I felt bad about that. But I tried my best to get him to go outside. He had no business under the couch.

We would give lots of hugs to everyone. And and Uncle would get a truck for suitcases. But it was a short bed and I was concerned.

It took a half hour to get to the house. Paul was like oh yeah they will all be ready and we will just go. And of course that didn't happen.

I ran to get changed and wash my face and put on lotions. Just to feel a little cleaner before we left.

But I was rushing because he said we were leaving right away. But we wouldn't actually leave for an hour. I was STRESSED. Which made me very sweaty. So that was not ideal. But there wasn't much I could do. Despite my best efforts.

James would really take charge though. After standing outside for a while and feeling really upset. I went to go sit in the bus to just be by myself. But James would start directing and moving bags and really helping make this happen. The issue really was the short bed truck. We just had to many bags. But between the truck and James doing an excellent job moving people's stuff to the back seat of the bus we were able to get everything in and everyone settled. Only an hour later then we had planned.

I was not happy. Our flight starts boarding at 415. We should have been there already. There was no option for mobile tickets. We all would have to go to the counter. This was so stupidly stressful.

And of course more things happened. The truck has to stop for gas. And then when we finally got to the airport (which is almost an hour from the hotel) we were stopped at a checkpoint, made to get out of the bus, leave all of our belongings, and walk through a security building to go through a metal detector.

This was before we even got to the building of the airport. I was overheated and stressed out. I didn't say a proper goodbye to Sandy because of it and I feel bad about that. But we waved and got our stuff and I started going inside.

This is where we found our second security of the day. We didn't have the tickets yet so we just told them the flight number.

James got stopped because of the metal in their shoulder. But we got through and headed to ticketing. James kept wanting to wait for the group and I thought that was ridiculous. There are 20 of us. We need to get the ball rolling so we can not be a huge gaggle in lines.

So we go to ticketing. I'm fixing my jewelery that I had removed for the metal detector. And that's when James noticed that they didn't have their suitcase??? They had left it in the other side of security. And I know it was probably half because I was exhausted. But I thought this was hilarious and I was laughing so stupid hard. They would go and get it and it was fine but man. I needed that levity after how distressed I was.

We had to go through so many security checkpoints today. And they all wanted you to do different things. Jewelery off. Leave things in your bags. Take things out of your bags. Shoes on. Shoes off. Just all different and it was stressful. James kept setting off the alarms. But finally we got through and found our gate.

15 minutes before boarding was to start. I have never in my life been so late to a flight. And like we werent late. But man we're we not early.

And that ended up being a problem. Because one of the older women someone booked her return ticket for May 29th instead of April. And if we had gotten then earlier they probably could have fixed it. But as it stood she was staying in Uganda until they could fix it. What a nightmare. I felt so bad.

While we were waiting James would buy a Uganda football kit. It's yellow and looks very nice on them.

The first flight was hard. The seats were bigger and I had more leg room. But my lower back hurt and I struggled to find a comfortable position. And it was so incredibly hot. I was miserable.

I would luckily sleep for the majority of the flight. But every time I would wake up I was just so stupidly miserable. James made sure they gave me food but I couldn't eat. I was having a very bad time. James would give me their yogurt, which was sour cherry. And I did like that. And then fell back asleep.

I would sleep most of the flight. It wasn't the best sleep. I would wake up and hear bits of my videos. But I blasted through so many of them without actually knowing what was going on.

I was awake for the last hour and a half of the flight. I was trying very hard to pull myself together. And besides just being to hot I was doing slightly better.

We would land on time. And we were thrilled when we got to disembark because we got to walk on the tarmac and there was an incredible breeze and it was the best. It fixed everything for me.

I would find a golf club pen out there and gave it to James and they gave it to Paul. Who apparently had given it to Gabe but he lost it and I continue just picking things up off the ground and everyone had big laughs.

I went to use the bathroom and it was another squaty toilet. But a nicer version. And honestly the stretch was nice after such a long flight. But then the girls had to band together and figure out where we could get tissues. Aelianna would run to get my tissues from James and I appreciated her greatly.

We had to go through international transfer security next. Which was only annoying because no one was being kind and a woman shoved me and I had to yell "stop pushing!!" And was just very on edge. We also got sent to a different section from friends so James was a little stressed. But we survived.

After we reconnected with the group me and James would what to the fancy cafe I saw on the way here. They would get a cappuccino and a baclava. I got a fanta and a biscoff cheese cake. Which was surprisingly rich and I would end up giving half to Stephanie later.

Me and James would go to the worker to buy a couple souvenirs. I did not get the cat mug. But I did get some of the colorful bowls. And two magnets. James got a selection of spices. I think we did good.

They finally announced our gate. So we headed there. We probably should have stopped for a sandwich first because it turns out we had to go through even more security. Dang. This time they patted me down and the woman asked if I was pregnant and I was like no just a little chubby. And I thought that was very funny.

But then we were just waiting. Slowly the rest of the crew came through. There was a little bit of stress when everyone got an automated message about our luggage being ready. And we panicked wondering if we needed to pick it up. But thankfully we did not and everything was fine.

One of the girls gave me the last of her fires. Very appreciated. And soon it was boarding time.

Me, James, and Paul Sr were able to skip the line and go through business class. Swag. And now we are comfortably on the plane. They just finished all boarding. And it just started to rain just a little.

It is 10 hours to home!!

It's been quite a few hours now. We are still flying. James just told me that because of the wind we were going to land 2 hours later then planned and I was like. That doesn't sound right. And then James remembered that 16:00 is not 6pm and we are actually still on time. We laughed about it but I was a bit confused.

It has been a bad flight. Thankfully it is not as hot as the first one. I have been enjoying some videos. I listened at a movie style podcast called "shipworms" and it was well acted but I wouldnt really recommend it. Even if you just can't stand throwing up sounds. But the violence in it made me to upset.

I would sleep a good amount of time too. It helped that I was able to eat. We had ordered the vegetarian meal but it ended up not being necessary because one of the options for dinner was Mac and cheese and I really really wanted that. So James took my vegetarian meal and I got the Mac and cheese. James didn't actually want to eat anyway.

Sleep and playing little games and hanging out and trying to be comfortable was the majority of this flight. We still have 3 hours left. I watched a movie over James's shoulder with closed captions on. And they accidently spilled water on both of us. But it just made me laugh. I am just really loving all the time I am getting with my favorite person.

Last hour of the flight! I have been playing games and watching the people's screens around me. I love watching the live footage of the ground under the plane. But I just wanted to write this down because people are just so selfish and unaware sometimes. The woman who is sitting at the end of our row just sprayed her perfume in the air like 6 times!! People are coughing now. It's so floral strong. Sucks that she would just be thinking about herself. Like her putting on deodorant and chapstick and freshening up before we get off is whatever. Like I think you should wait until were off the plane but spraying perfume in an enclosed space is insane.

We just landed. And got through customs so easy. I was very worried. But once we landed it took a few minutes to get off the plane. We would stop to use the bathroom and it was just so nice to know we are basically home.

We are now at the car! We gave lots of hugs and said goodbye after getting our bags. And ow we are heading to Wawa. It is so so so nice to be back in America.

We are eating Wawa now. And it's great and I am just really happy. This past week was amazing but I am also just really excited to get back to my real life. We have an hour until we are home. And I am just really excited to see Sweetp and sleep in my bed. I love you all. Goodnight!!

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because now I’m curious. self proclaimed air quality nerd, what recommendations have you for CO (and/or CO2) detectors?

...I will admit that I don't actually know a ton about the science here, but I definitely did my research into air quality monitors, and the things they monitor, before getting my own.

This... might be more detailed than you need, and it's less recommending specific monitors and more an overview of air quality in general, but I figure it doesn't hurt to err on the side of details.

First off, you need to figure out what substances you're looking for. Carbon monoxide (CO), carbon dioxide (CO2), radon, ozone, particulate matter (at various sizes), the catch-all category volatile organic compounds (VOCs)... probably other things, but those are the main ones. Frustratingly, you can't get them all in the same monitor. If there's one in particular you're especially concerned about, you can get a dedicated monitor for that; otherwise, you can probably pick two, three, maybe four of the things on the list if you're lucky. At worst, you can mix and match, but then you're the person with multiple air quality monitors in your home, lol.

This is my thought process about each of those categories and what's worth monitoring:

You need a carbon monoxide (CO) detector in your house, just like you need a smoke detector. Similar logic for both: they're not super common things to have an issue with, but you really don't want to need one and not have one. Simple carbon monoxide detectors along the lines of smoke detectors--where you're not really looking at the levels or necessarily looking to catch low-level chronic stuff, you just want it in case there's a Situation on your hands--are pretty inexpensive and easy to find. If you don't have one, get one.

If you're more worried about low-level carbon monoxide exposure, you can get a more detailed monitor for that too. Probably not necessary unless you have reason to worry about it. But if you're worried about leaky or badly-vented appliances, chimney/fireplace issues, car exhaust, anything like that, better to know than to find out the hard way.

The tips to avoid CO poisoning: make sure your appliances and the vents for the gas used by 'em are in working order, and get them checked out if anything's unusual. Keep fireplaces and chimneys clean. Don't run your car in your garage for any length of time, and definitely have the garage door open whenever it's running. Don't use gas appliances to heat your house, even if the heat's out. Don't use outdoor equipment indoors. And if you think you might have a problem, leave the area and get it checked out right away.

Carbon dioxide (CO2) mostly comes from people (or animals) breathing. Not gonna kill you aside from a few highly unlikely scenarios, but if there's a lot of people breathing in a small space, it can get to the point where it makes thinking harder, maybe causes headaches. We don't have a ton of research on what that does long-term, or even how much of an issue it really is short-term when it's not at those rare acute levels. I covered this a bit in the earlier post.

If you think there might be a lot of CO2 building up in your place, you can get a monitor, but just getting the air moving can make a big difference, too. Open a window. Turn your fan on high. Make sure your vents are moving air around in your place, that nothing's blocking 'em. Plants take in the carbon dioxide, so they can help some too, though that's hardly a quick or easy fix.

Radon's an environmental risk, not a personal one. It leaks out from the soil all around you. Either it's in the area or it's not. A one-off test can be all you need to know that much, but if the levels are high, monitoring them is a good idea.

Radon's a worry in the long-term, not the short-term. Chronic exposure causes respiratory issues, including lung cancer. If it's an issue, ventilate your house like with carbon dioxide, seal up cracks in the floors and walls, and think about calling in an expert. And if you've already got respiratory issues, or if you're a smoker, taking care of this is that much more important.

Ozone... is something I keep forgetting about personally, but it is relevant here. Unlike most of the others, ozone does have a smell to it, but olfactory fatigue means you probably shouldn't rely on just that for safety if you're concerned. Like radon, it's more of an environmental risk, unless you're using an ozone generator or something. (Pro tip: don't do that. Or if you must, at least check your ventilation first.) Also like radon, it causes respiratory issues with chronic exposure, and it's worse if you've already got respiratory issues.

AirNow lets you check levels in your neighborhood if you're in the US. I don't know international equivalents but I bet they're out there. If you can use AirNow or a similar source, I doubt a separate air monitor for it is really needed unless there's an ongoing problem, or if you're using stuff that'll generate ozone inside. (Again, ozone generators aren't a great idea. Laser printers and copiers let some out too, but it's probably not an issue unless there's a ton of machinery in a small, unventilated space.)

Particulate matter is anything that's in the air. Dust, dirt, smoke, soot, anything floating around in there. Different air monitors will track different sizes of particles (PM10, PM2.5, PM1)--the smaller ones can get deeper into your lungs and other parts of your body where you don't want 'em. Particulate matter can irritate your eyes and lungs, make asthma flare up, make some other problems worse too. If that sounds familiar, that's because this is a big one with those wildfires we've been dealing with. Smoke gets in your eyes, gets in your lungs, makes life annoying. But it's finer smoke than the kind regular smoke detectors will sense.

Honestly, these days, it makes sense to have some sort of particulate matter detector if you're concerned or interested, just as a heads-up. While opening windows is usually good for air quality, it's exactly the wrong move when the outside air's filled with wildfire smoke. It'd help if you've been smoking inside, though, or if your home's dusty, and those are particulate matter issues too. If it's bad in the area, break out your mask again. The masks you used for Covid will help here too.

Volatile organic compounds... sounds vague, and is pretty vague. It covers a whole bunch of types of air pollutants, including big names like benzene and formaldehyde, but also a lot of more obscure stuff. You find them in paints, solvents, pesticides, air fresheners, even cleaning supplies. Which seems a little backwards, that freshening the air and cleaning your home can create pollutants, but it's true. They can also come from furniture, carpets, and construction materials, especially stuff that's brand new.

Since there's so much lumped in here, the details of what they can do vary wildly. Eye and lung irritation can happen here, and also headaches, fatigue, dizziness, nausea, all those fun vague symptoms. Again, ventilation is the key here, especially when there's a specific issue--you just repainted your kitchen, you renovated your whole second floor, you had to break out the heavy-duty cleaning supplies after your pets made a serious mess, etc. And don't buy any of those things they come from in bulk and let them sit around in your house until you need them some years down the line. Just get rid of those old paint cans. Probably not a huge issue unless you have some specific reason to think otherwise, though, and if there's a specific chemical you're concerned about, you can look into measuring that more specifically.

Finances matter when you're looking at air quality monitors, naturally. The really good air quality monitors, especially with several different things being monitored at once, are a few hundred bucks each. If you don't have a ton of money and aren't really that concerned, there are lower-end ones too.

Some are portable so you can bring them places, especially if they're measuring one specific thing, so you can be that fun guy who brings the carbon dioxide detector to the party if you want. But if you just want to keep track of your home or surrounding area, that's not necessary. If you really get into this stuff, some monitors come with apps and connect to other devices and fun things like that.

I won't really get into specifics of different air quality monitors; it depends what you're looking for and what your budget is, and Googling "best air quality monitors" or "best (insert specific air issue) monitor" will give you some good information there.

But I'll provide my own air quality monitor as an example of how this can apply to a specific person's life, and hopefully it doesn't come off too much like a plug.

For a while I've been struggling with some vague health symptoms: fatigue, headaches, trouble focusing. Obviously there are a lot of things that aren't air quality that can cause that, and I don't have known respiratory issues or any other reason to think I'm especially sensitive to these things, but I wanted to cover the air quality angle of things too, just in case. And I was willing to plop some money down on this, but not quite the full several hundred dollars of the most high-end ones.

We've already got a basic carbon monoxide detector in the house, never had the alarm go off, no real reason to think our appliances might be having issues there. But my room was recently painted, and we've had some recent renovations in the house besides that, so VOCs were on my radar.

I went with a Qingping brand air monitor for about $130. It tracks particulate matter (PM2.5), VOCs, and CO2, as well as temperature and humidity. There's some simple green/yellow/red color coding, not a lot of frills, it's small but not exactly portable, but it covers a fair bit of ground while being cheaper than a lot of the higher-end, big-brand stuff.

I wasn't really planning on using the CO2 tracking much, but it turns out my room's great at keeping air in and not letting it out, and after a night where several pets have been sharing the bed with me, the levels can get on the high end. (I've seen levels higher than 2500 ppm a number of times--for reference, that's the high end of some of those studies I shared in the earlier post, so it could definitely be interfering with my sleep and concentration when I hang out there!) But turning on the fan or cracking a window generally gets levels down. I'm thinking about having someone clean our ducts, too--it hasn't been done in the over 30 years my parents have owned this house, and that could be part of the reason my room's so bad about keeping air in it.

VOCs, on the other hand, were a lot of why I got the monitor, but haven't been a major issue, except right after my room got painted or right after our house cleaners stop by. They tend to stay in the vague yellow range, where it's not great but not horrible, and aside from house cleaning and that one time my room got painted, I can't easily tie this to anything in particular going to cause it.

Particulate matter... I used to joke that it was just a good way of knowing whether my parents have smoked pot inside lately. (It's legal here and I'm not judging, and it never caused really dangerous levels of PM or stuck around long, but I could definitely see the spike when it happened.) Then the Canadian wildfires hit, and. Well. Now it helps me know when to close the windows to keep the wildfire smoke out. And reminds me that there's a reason my eyes were watering when I took that walk outside.

As a snapshot of the current data here: PM2.5 is up to 104 μg/m3, which is orange-red on the monitor--we did cook breakfast inside a few hours ago, which might've made some smoke, and I think my parents let a lot of outside air in when they were coming and going a few minutes ago, and it's definitely a day where the Canadian wildfire smoke traveled down here and made itself a problem. Might skip my daily walk today with that in mind. VOCs are 2.072 mg/m2, or yellow on the monitor... but I never really know what to do with that information, honestly, since it's such a big category with so many possible sources. CO2 is 1173 ppm, or yellow--I've got pets in the room with me, but the fan's keeping air moving, though it's still not down as low as I'd like it.

I'm enough of an air quality nerd that I've actually made a spreadsheet where I log my chronic headaches and the VOCs and CO2 levels at the time of the log. (Not PM--that's not usually a headache thing, I don't think, and it wasn't an ongoing concern here pre-wildfires.) It looks like there's a bit of a correlation there, but not a huge one, and it might still be too early to know for sure. I've also got a cheap digital barometer and log the air pressure in there, too. I've always suspected my headaches came with the storms, and that does seem to be supported by the data, with lower air pressure leading to worse headaches.

And actually, come to think of it, I might go look into one of those one-off tests for radon. A neighbor mentioned having issues with it in her house, I don't think we ever had it checked since moving in, and it's definitely something I want to know about, especially with my dad's asthma.

I do check AirNow now and then, and actually we've got one of those smart home devices (not my choice) which has AQI (air quality index--basic overall air quality tracker, generally focused on particulate matter and ozone outside) listed on it right with the weather, and I generally check that before heading out for a walk or anything else where I'll be spending a good chunk of time outside.

So... hopefully somewhere in there is information that'll help you, anon!

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