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[milarqui]

Scarlet Lady: Kung Food

Directory - La Befana

“Of course I know enough Chinese to greet him, Alya! That's not the problem!” Marinette said, going back and forth at her home's main hall, a complete bundle of nerves.

Today, Maman's uncle, Wang Cheng, was coming to Paris. It would make her nervous even if it were just that – but her great uncle was actually a very famous chef, who had come to Paris to participate in an international cooking contest. And, worse of all, he didn't speak French, so she had been forced to brush up her Mandarin with Maman's help.

“So what is the problem?” Alya asked.

“The problem is that I'm so nervous about meeting my world-class great uncle that I keep flubbing the pronunciation!”

“So?”

“So, pronunciation in Chinese is the difference between asking 'How are you' and calling someone a horse!”

“Chill out, M! I know what to do, just hang tight,” she replied, and suddenly the communication stopped.

“... she hung up on me!” Marinette said, shocked at the betrayal.

And, right on cue, someone called on the doorbell.

She opened the door, and saw a man of clear Chinese origin, with close-cut hair, thick eyebrows, a thin moustache and solid complexion. She noticed his resemblance to Maman: clearly, this was her great uncle, Wang Cheng.

“你好,” the man greeted. She was glad she could understand at least a basic sentence as 'hello'.

“Welcome Marinese, you're Chinette!” She internally yelled as she realized she had once more mixed up words. “Agh! I mean – welcome to Marinette's, you're Chinese...?”

Oh, right.

“Ah, er, no, in Mandarin...” she muttered, trying to remember the words. She offered him the bouquet of flowers she held in her hands as she welcomed him. “歡迎來到這個家!”

No good, I'm too nervous!

Her great uncle either didn't seem to notice her nerves or did not pay any mind to it, as he nodded while taking the bouquet.

At least he might appreciate my gi–

And then he plucked one of the roses.

He's destroying it?! He hates me already!!

Not a good beginning.

Still, she bid him inside, and led him to the main hall – where she realized that she now had another problem: with the language barrier, there was no way to even make small talk!

Her great uncle silently thanked her and sat down, leaving everything in an awkward silence that lasted for a couple of minutes before the doorbell rang again.

“I'll get it!” she shouted, eager for something to break the awkwardness, and she all but ran for the door.

“H-Hi Marinette!”

“Adrien?!” she asked, shocked. Here was Adrien, wearing a nice jumper and panting a little.

“Alya called saying you needed someone who speaks Chinese?” And he bowed. “I am at your service!”

“Really?!” God, Alya had saved her, and was sending her a miracle in the form of a friend! “Thank you, Adrien! You sure got here fast too!”

“Oh, uh, I was just in the neighborhood,” he replied.

----

He wasn't going to tell her that he had run all the way from his house.

----

The car meant to take Wang Cheng to the Grand Paris Hotel for the competition arrived, and the two teens piled in with the cook, who sat in the middle of the backseat.

“程師傅, 你是第一次來巴黎嗎?” Adrien asked. Marinette wasn't certain, but she thought he was asking about coming to Paris for the first time.

“哦, 我很久以前來過一次,” Wang Cheng replied.

Something about being here before?

“You speak very well!”

Marinette felt her eyes were about to pop out, because that had been her great uncle who had spoken.

“Much better than my French,” Wang Cheng continued, unaware of the whiplash he had just given her.

“I didn't know you spoke French!” Adrien said, just as surprised as she was.

“Very bad! My French is very bad!” Wang Cheng replied, apologetically.

Marinette pouted. All this fear that she would screw up, and it turned out that her great uncle could speak French just fine?

“Mood.”

----

“On 'The World's Greatest Chef', the best culinary masters from around the globe have been blowing our minds with their creations!” the speaker stated, clearly passionate about the event, as the view of the Grand Paris Hotel switched to the arrival of Wang Cheng and his companions. “Only one will win the title of World's Greatest Chef! The winner's dish will also become the new Mayor's Special at Le Grand Paris' menu!”

----

“Cheng Shifu!” the mayor said. “It's a joy and an honor to have you on the show's finale!”

Marinette looked awkwardly; the mess with Rogercop and the man's utter lack of initiative during Darkblade's attack were still in her mind. Never mind everything about Chloé.

“It's so uncomfortable when he's nice. He even called him Shifu!” she said, and Adrien nodded in agreement. “Sorry for wasting your time, Adrien. Maman never told me he spoke French...”

“Hey, I got to practice my Chinese!” he said. He was so nice, seeing the silver lining in most things! “And I got to see you.”

Before she could react to that, came the world's earsore, just as painful as it was during classroom time.

“O-ho! So it's your uncle competing, Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” Chloé said. “Only a loser would try to compete with soup! As a judge, I'll be sure to fail him~”

Chloé was a judge? If she didn't know the Mayor, she would have wondered what the hell the Mayor was smoking. Instead, she just turned up the heat.

“Well, it's a good thing there are 4 other judges with better taste than you!” she shouted, poking Chloé on the chest.

“Hey! Adrien, are you gonna let her talk to me like that?!”

Adrien looked on, arms crossed, and looking at Chloé with confusion.

“Did she say something wrong?”

She could have kissed him for that.

“Ugh! You're gonna regret this!” Chloé screamed, and she went back into the hotel, leaving them alone.

----

“I think Cheng Shifu would be proud of you defending him,” he told Marinette, who looked aside, clearly unhappy about something.

“Actually, I don't think he likes me,” she replied. “He didn't talk until you came and he ripped up my gift...”

He had seen the man keeping some flower petals in his pocket, but he hadn't realized they actually came from Marinette. This was something he needed to correct, stat!

“No way! Cheng Shifu said he improvises with 'fateful things' that come his way!” he said, remembering an interview from the program. “He plans on using the flowers in his soup!”

“Really?” she said, recovering her smile, and Adrien knew he had succeeded.

“Of course! Besides, who wouldn't love you?”

“Uh, Chloé, Scarlet Lady, jury's still out on your dad...”

Welp, that question had backfired.

“I meant people with taste.”

----

“A-chooo!” Gabriel violently sneezed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the design he had been working on was now covered in saliva droplets and a bit of mucus. Grumbling, he put the paper aside, blew his nose on a handkerchief, did his best to clean up the remains, and put another sheet on the desk.

I don't know why, but I'm sure someone is talking about me. And not in a good way.

----

Tikki knew Chloé was about to put yet another of her stupid ideas to task, but, unfortunately, she could tell there were other people around, so she couldn't just come out and find out herself: she had to guide herself by what Chloé was saying.

“M. Cheng? Marinette's looking for you,” she said, and Tikki heard heavy footsteps passing by before Chloé left her purse on a table. “Let's see if the judges like this soup after this!”

When she came out, she saw Chloé holding two large jars, one containing pepper, the other salt – and pouring them into what she presumed was Marinette's uncle's soup.

How petty can Chloé be?! Tikki thought, flying at Chloé in an attempt to halt her.

“Chloé! You can't just–!”

“Shut up, Tikki!”

Her lips suddenly sealed up, preventing her from continuing to speak, and she mentally cursed the literal-mindedness of the magic that forced her to obey (most of) her wielder's commands.

“This is what Dupain-Cheng gets!” Chloé declared, ignoring her as she tried – in vain – to get rid of the seal, rolling all over the table. “Huh, I didn't think you'd actually shut up!”

Tikki also felt like cursing Chloé.

----

“Time to determine the fate of Cheng Shifu's Celestial Soup!” Alec declared, as the Chinese chef stood before the judges, each of them having a dish full of what he had crafted. “Let's get tasting!”

He was thankful for his great-niece, who not only had done her best to welcome him in spite of her nerves, but also for the inspiration her flowers had given him –

“ECH! It's like kissing the Zombies' singer!” the rocker in the center of the table complained, holding his stomach. “O stars!”

“HUH?!” This couldn't be! He had tasted the soup when it was done, and it was as magnificent as ever!

“It's... inedible,” the chef next to the rocker added. Knowing that a fellow chef – especially someone he knew to be fair and competent – would not lie, he approached the closest dish, the one from the yellow girl, and took a taste.

“ECH!” he said. The taste was horrible! Someone had added so much pepper and salt to this that they overpowered the gentle taste of his Celestial Soup! “I–I never used these ingredients! This is sabotage!”

“But who would do such a thing?” the hotel owner asked.

“It was Chloé,” Marinette's friend intervened.

“Definitely Chloé,” Marinette confirmed, approaching him. “Uncle, you're right. Chloé ruined your soup because I made her mad.”

“Marinette, you didn't make Chloé do anything!” Adrien argued, but it was in vain.

“Shame is mine, not Marinette's,” he stated.

“Uncle...” Marinette tried to add, but it was too late. He had lost.

“I will never be the world's greatest chef.”

He walked back to the kitchen, internally raging about the lost opportunity, the chance of proving his skill wasted because someone had sabotaged his soup. He began to put everything in place for later cleaning -

- but then he saw a purse.

A purse he had seen hanging from the shoulder of the yellow girl when she said Marinette was looking for him.

A purse that had not been there when the soup was served.

A soup that the girl had not tasted – because she had known what had happened.

“Or maybe...” He grabbed the purse, as if trying to crush it between his hands. “Shame is on bratty yellow child!”

----

“Kung Food, I am Hawkmoth.”

“Ah! How are you speaking to me?!” Marinette's uncle shouted.

“Oh no, another foreigner. Now I have to explain myself...”

Inside Chloé's purse, Tikki was terrified. She was witnessing an akumatization in the first line, and there was nothing she could do about it!

Chloé, you idiot, you left me behind!

----

Suddenly, the four people that had eaten the sabotaged soup began to complain of stomach aches.

“Oooo, ouch!” Marlena Césaire twisted in pain.

“FUCK! That hurts!” Jagged Stone shouted.

“Hahaha! You ate my soup, you became my slaves!” a man said. He slightly resembled Wang Cheng, but only slightly – now, he had golden spiky hair atop his head and in his face, thick white eyebrows that seemed like clouds, red paint over his forehead and around his mouth, and skin dark as coal. Almost like a demon from Chinese legends.

Immediately, the afflicted stopped twisting and stood straight.

“Yes, Master,” they replied at the same time, no longer complaining of pain.

“Your first orders – grab the bratty girl!” the Akuma stated, pointing his finger at Chloé, who was speaking on the phone...

“And then, you know what she said?”

… completely unaware of the three people that were about to grab and bundle her up like a turkey for Thanksgiving.

----

I hope Chloé doesn't anger the Akuma and get herself killed before I get there! Tikki thought as she flew through walls and ceilings and tried to find her wielder. As disgusting as it had been to witness her pettiness, she was still the only one that could summon the power to stop the Akuma!

----

Marinette and Adrien watched on one of the screens the transformation her great uncle had undergone, as well as him taking control over the judges and capturing Chloé.

“It's impolite to leave the table without asking!” the Akumatized Wang Cheng exclaimed.

“What?!”

“Seal the exits!”

The two of them ran to the nearest entrance, but the glass was covered on the outside with a thick layer of a orange-ish liquid that had quickly hardened.

“What on Earth–?!” Marinette said.

“It's caramel!” Adrien identified it. “Delicious, but we're stuck now. I'm, uh, gonna look for your uncle.”

“What? Shouldn't we stay together?” Marinette asked. She might dislike horror movies, but she knew well that splitting the group was never a good idea!

“Oh, uh, I thought you could flag down Chat Noir?”

“You think he's really near by?” she asked, surprised, and Adrien nodded.

Closer than you think! he thought.

----

Flagging down her hero was surprisingly easy – just a few moments after splitting off from Adrien, she found Chat Noir, who seemed to have run to arrive.

“Chat Noir! You did get in!”

“Uh, yeah! Now, get somewhere safe while I deal with the Akuma!”

“No way! That's my 舅姥爷!”

“Marinette, think about your safety!”

----

Seeing the strange boy that had suddenly met Marinette, Kung Food had to ask Hawkmoth.

“Who dat?”

“Chat Noir, and Scarlet Lady will be here soon to keep you from finishing your soup!”

“Oh, surprise ingredients!” He turned to the rocker man. “You! Go get them!”

“As you wish!” he said, running like he had come out of some Japanese animation.

“Make sure you get Chat Noir first. Attacking the girl never ends well,” Hawkmoth counseled, and it was clear he was speaking from experience.

----

“You're not going!” he said. Couldn't Marinette see that her safety was paramount?

“Try to stop me!” Apparently not.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened –

“Your seafood platter has arrived!”

“Jagged Stone?!” he asked. The rocker was carrying a huge club that seemed to be made of fish and shellfish.

And then Jagged swung the club, forcing him to step back.

“Whoa! I only want your autograph, not your appetizers!” he said.

“Sure, I'll carve it into your chest!”

“This scampi happening!”

“Chat, oh my gawd,” Marinette exclaimed.

Not all puns can be winners, ma Princesse!

----

Chloé hung from a rope over the rooftop pool, as the Akuma supervised the transformation of its clean waters into a large, Olympic-sized soup, while the hotel's chef, her father, and the TV guy added the ingredients.

She would have to raise a complaint.

In fact, she was going to do it now!

“This is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous! I have done absolutely nothing to deserve this!” She ignored that her sabotage of the soup might have caused this Akuma. “My hair is going to smell like grease!”

----

As she saw Jagged Stone attempt to brain Chat Noir, Marinette noticed she was near a closet, and remembered two things about her favorite singer: he loved 'rock' n'roll' things, and he hated XY (which she kinda agreed with, XY's music was horrible).

So, she put her hand to the handle, and called out.

“Hey, Jagged Stone! I think XY is more rock'n'roll than you!” She felt like she would have to wash her mouth with soap once they were done.

“What?!” Jagged exclaimed, turning away from Chat Noir to charge at her. “I'll show you rock'n'roll!”

At the last moment, she stepped aside, opening the closet door –

“Whoop~”

“AGH!”

– and paving the way for Jagged Stone to literally crash into the closet.

The moment she closed the door, Chat Noir put a chair right under the handle, preventing it from moving and keeping the rockstar inside.

“Bien joué!” Marinette exclaimed, offering a fist to Chat Noir – which he immediately bumped.

“Okay, you can come,” he said, and she grinned.

“Yay!” Being able to help Chat Noir was awesome!

----

“Hey! Open the door!” the rocker man yelled from within the closet. However, Kung Food could see the chair blocking it, meaning that, unless he sent someone, he would have lost one of his slaves permanently.

Not that he cared.

“Incompetent disciple!” If the rocker man was unable to do his job, then he wasn't worth the effort to liberate. “You, hotel man! Do me honor!”

“As you wish, Master.”

----

Chat Noir led Marinette to the elevator: he had seen the images earlier, and he had noticed that the Akuma had been on the rooftop, so whatever he was planning was likely taking place up there. The elevator was the fastest way there, after all.

But, now that they were relatively safe, he could relax just a bit – and he turned to Marinette.

“You know, Princess, you and me? We could go places,” he said, smiling and giving her a wink.

And Marinette looked aside, with that adorable face-wide blush as she twirled her hair around her finger.

“Uh, well, like, up?” she stumbled, and he realized he was now in uncharted waters.

All the anime he had seen, and never had the girl actually answered this way when the male lead flirted with her! He felt his face also burning up in response.

“I mean, cuz, you know, we're in an elevator, so–”

The elevator suddenly stopped mid-way up with a shake, causing both of them to fall to the floor.

“AGH!”

“OW!”

Oh thank God, Marinette thought.

----

As the doors opened, and both of them stood up, they found another of the guests waiting for them.

“What?!”

“Mayor Bourgeois?!”

The mayor was holding in his hands, of all things, a large string of sausages and potatoes – which he began to wield like they were nunchakus.

“Royal Local Hot Pot, and its giant string of smoked sausages!” André Bourgeois stated.

“AN OPENING!” Chat Noir interrupted, growing his baton so fast that it hit the mayor straight in the face before he could react.

“OOF!”

The mayor collapsed, knocked out, and Chat Noir quickly used the sausage string to tie him up.

“Wow, you got him really good,” Marinette commented.

“No mercy on the battlefield,” Chat Noir replied, before they went back to running up the building.

----

“What an idiot! He's of no use!” Kung Food shouted, angry that the cat boy and Marinette had so easily defeated yet another of his slaved.

“Tell me about it,” Chloé replied. It wasn't the first time she talked smack about her father, so who cared?

“You two, take care of this!”

Alec Cataldi and Marlena Césaire promptly dropped what they had in their hands and ran into the hotel.

That was when Chloé felt something else on her back.

“Chloé!” Tikki whispered.

“Tikki! Where've you been?!”

“Someone left me in the kitchen,” the kwami said in an accusatory tone as she began to undo the knots. “I'll get you out now so you can be Scarlet Lady–”

“NO!” Chloé yelled, making Tikki stop. “I'll drop right into the soup and it'll ruin my hair!”

Tikki looked down at the (somehow) boiling soup, and wondered what had happened to this girl's self-preservation instincts.

Likely died with her good manners.

“You almost have a point there.”

----

Chat Noir began to pull Marinette up through the hole he had opened, as the stairs to this floor were locked and he'd rather not catch the attention of whoever Kung Food sent after them.

“We're almost there. Keep your guard up,” he whispered, and Marinette nodded as she stood up.

DING!

“Oh, great, now what?” he complained.

“The show will begin with a smelly cheese trial!” Alec Cataldi announced, wielding what appeared to be a crossbow that used cheese as ammo, while Alya's mother wielded a bow and an arrow that looked like some kind of cake.

Alec fired his weapon, and Marinette covered herself up – and when the cheese hit her arms, it exploded in a POOF! while releasing a mist.

“Ah! It stings!” Marinette complained; it was a very stinky cheese that had hit her, and the smell was so awful her eyes tried to counter it by producing excessive amounts of tears.

“MARINETTE!”

----

From his hideaway underneath Agreste Mansion, Hawkmoth palmed his face.

He had known this was going to happen. It had been the first thing he had warned Kung Food about when he learned the Cat was on scene.

And yet...

“Dammit, what did I tell you?” he said, still covering his face, because he really, really didn't want to look at what was going on right now.

----

“YOU'LL %$#€ PAY FOR THAT!” Chat Noir yelled, but instead of going after the most recent bane of his existence, he tackled his companion.

“Hey!” Marlena shouted, but he was past caring, and, forcefully grabbing the bow, he fired a cake arrow at Alec's back.

“AGH!”

Alec dropped his crossbow, and with his superhuman strength granted by the Black Cat Miraculous, Chat Noir tossed Marlena at the bald man.

“HYAH!”

“AH!”

With both of Kung Food's last slaves out of combat, he quickly approached Marinette, who was still rubbing her eyes.

“Ow,” she complained, her eyes still crying.

“Marinette! Are you okay?!”

“Yeah, just a little watery.”

He sighed. She would be fine. As fine as one could be when smelling the kind of cheese Plagg liked, that was.

----

Kung Food was now too angry. His last slaves had been put down, and the only thing they had managed to do was to irritate Marinette's eyes slightly! He would have to put his plan in action.

“... I'm gonna cook the girl now,” he declared.

Chloé turned to the Akuma. In spite of everything that had happened so far, she hadn't realized what was the endgame for Kung Food.

“Hah?!”

“Time to add the main ingredient.”

And he began to slice the rope.

“No no no no NOOOO!” Chloé yelled as the rope began to break under the blade's sharp edge.

And, just as the last of the rope was cut –

“Gotcha!”

– Chat Noir jumped to grab her mid-air. Like a hero. Because that was what he was.

“Finally!” Chloé said, not even remotely willing to show any gratefulness even as she touched safe ground. Because that was what she was. “Took you long–”

“Just... just go,” Chat Noir said, pushing her away so he could deal with the Akuma.

With Tikki's help, she finally got rid of the rope keeping her arms tied up, and hid behind a corner.

“Hmph! Time for Scarlet Lady to put him in his place!”

Tikki looked down.

“... you mean the Akuma, right?”

----

“Fear not, everyone, for I have arrived!”

“Aw, man,” Chat Noir sighed. “Cutting it real close this time, Scar.”

He seriously suspected that she had just waited until there was little more to do than fight the Akuma so she could do a 'dramatic' entrance and steal the credit (as always).

“I showed up, didn't I? Lucky Charm!” she said, tossing her yo-yo upwards.

Suddenly, out of what could only be called hammerspace, Kung Food pulled out a sword that was oversized even by anime standards, thrice as large as the Akuma was – and made entirely of pepperoni pizza.

“I'm gonna cook you up real good!” Kung Food declared.

Scarlet Lady didn't even notice the old credit card machine hitting her in the head as it fell.

“STOP! MAKING! WEAPONS!” Scarlet Lady freaked out, hooking her yo-yo around several objects and throwing them at Kung Food, who just deflected them with his gigantic sword.

Meanwhile, Marinette had grabbed the Lucky Charm, which had almost fallen into the soup, and realized that the strip of paper that had been dipped was very sticky yet still tough enough. Realizing what she had to do, she began to pull from the paper and dipped it into the soup.

“HAHAHA!” Kung Food laughed, as he readied his mighty pizza sword for a down slash that would slice Scarlet Lady in two.

Or he would have, if Marinette hadn't jumped in and tangled him in the souped-up strip of credit card paper.

“Chat Noir, now!” she shouted. Chat Noir went for the only object that had been there the entire time – his bag. Opening it, he saw a chef's hat.

“Cataclysm!” he shouted, destroying the hat and freeing the black butterfly.

“I could've done that!” Scarlet Lady complained.

“Then why didn't you?” Marinette fired

----

With the Akuma butterfly purified, and Wang Cheng restored to normality, the jury convened and agreed that, since there was proof that his work had been deliberately sabotaged, he would be granted a second chance to show his skills.

Remembering what had happened earlier, Marinette ran to the hotel's flower shop and bought a bouquet of roses that she brought to the kitchen, where her great uncle was already hard at work readying the ingredients.

“Uncle? Would you teach me how to make Celestial Soup?” she asked, plucking a petal with a smile.

“With pleasure,” Wang Cheng replied: he was eager to pass on his skills to his grand-niece!

“Seriously?!”

Wang Cheng and Marinette turned to look at the owner of the shrill voice, who was the same person that had started the entire mess.

“After all that? I told you, I hate soup!” Chloé complained. Marinette was glaring at her, and Adrien – who was also at the kitchen, having volunteered to help protect from further sabotage attempts – looked at his childhood friend with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms.

“I don't see why that matters when your dad kicked you off the jury,” he said, completely deadpan.

Chloé blushed.

“Daddy doesn't tell me what to do! I... I resigned!” she said in an attempt to cover up her shame.

“Oh? Cuz I heard the evidence was too overwhelming to ignore!” Adrien replied, pointing to a corner near the ceiling. “Say hi to the camera!”

“Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Chloé said, unwilling to accept that her crime had been caught live while she wasn't paying attention.

And Marinette, meanwhile, gave her a look of pity.

How did you forget that CAMERAS exist?!

----

After preparation was finished, the Celestial Soup was served, and Wang Cheng even tasted some to show the judges that it was as good as expected. The three men and one woman proceeded to taste it, and some of them even moaned in pleasure: the flavour was as divine as the name implied!

The deliberation was short, and Alec Cataldi approached the chef, who was giving Marinette a one-armed hug.

“Your delicious Celestial Soup has received the best score in the show!” Alec declared, smiling and clapping. “Making you the winner!”

“Thank you,” Wang Cheng said, “but soup has new name: Marinette Soup!”

Marinette smiled. That her uncle had given her name to such a wonderful dish was amazing!

“謝謝叔叔!” she said, hugging him back.

----

The next day, Adrien returned to Master Fu's shop, in order to update him on the latest Akuma – and what had happened during the incident.

“And she figured out the Lucky Charm again!” Adrien said, once more praising Marinette. It was a common occurrence. “She's so awesome, I would've just thrown it at him!”

“Hmm...” Fu began, before turning serious. “And you say Scarlet Lady was very late this time?”

“Yeah, but that's not weird.” Adrien waved it off. “She's pretty lazy when she's not angry.”

“She claimed to be Mlle. Bourgeois' friend, yet she didn't show up to save her. Very suspicious,” Fu noted. Had he found his suspect for the robbery, after all?

“It would be if Scarlet Lady wasn't a big fat liar,” Adrien stated, interrupting his train of thought. “Chloé's hardly any better.”

Fu wasn't sure of how to take that assessment, so he chose to concentrate on the one person that had been robbed of her destiny.

“It's very fortunate this Marinette could help you.”

“Right?!” Ah, young love. “She's amazing, with or without a Miraculous!”

With?

“What do you mean?”

Adrien suddenly turned bashful.

“Ah, I did temporarily let go of my ring when Reflekta attacked, and Plagg lent it to Marinette.”

“She was that cat?!” he asked, surprised, and turned to look at the Kwami of Destruction. “Plagg! That was very dangerous!”

“It was no big deal!” Plagg said, flying with his back to him. “I knew Pigtails would give it back. And she did.”

“Hmm...” he mused, standing up. “Maybe it's time for a second look...”

Behind him, Adrien and Plagg looked at each other, wondering what that was about.

----

Evillustrator

@zoe-oneesama Let's hope Hawkmoth chokes on some Celestial Soup.

[silvereyedowl]

The Old Empire

There were ruins of the Old Empire scattered all across the East. Even as far as the Levian Isthmus, there were traces of the old civilization. But what had caused the fall was in dispute.

What Karas had noticed, during her study of the Old Empire's relics, was an intense focus on people. Even animals had humanlike eyes. Even the most humble structures had depictions of the human face and form.

No culture of the modern age had such an obsession with faces, at least not in that way. The Old Empire had left behind very little in the way of writing, and what stories and histories existed that scholars agreed were about some form of that civilization were fragmentary.

The whole mystery fascinated Karas.

—

Most modern civilizations did not put a particular emphasis on faces, except for one.

In the East, there was a peninsula dividing the known sea from the great ocean. The inhabitants of that land were fanatical about faces, and not in the usual way, because they thought uncovered faces were a sign of ill tidings.

For this reason, the peninsula had become known as Terra Persona to the people of other lands.

Few outsiders ventured there. Those who had left accounts of a land where everyone wore masks at all times, even when alone, apparently. To travel into the land of masks and not cover your face was to be stared at and often be left uncomfortable, so those travellers wore masks just to be able to interact normally.

According to both the Personae's own legends and some records from one of the kingdoms that had been conquered by the Marinese, the peninsula was, allegedly, cursed.

Magic was a rare and precious thing, and Karas knew of none that could do such a thing to an entire nation. Some speculated it had been done by a god instead, or perhaps a demon.

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What most people knew of the land were that it was supposedly a hotbed of pirates, since tales of its curse made trade with Terra Persona uncommon. But a rare document written by a Personae suggested that many of these pirates were actually Leneti or Gafneesh impostors who didn't actually know how the peninsula's masks worked.

But Karas was intrigued for another reason. A scroll had been found in ruins in Myzria, in the middle of the desert, and delivered to the University.

Karas had helped to translate it, and what it said could change the whole field of Old Empire study, if it was true.

The Old Empire had collapsed so suddenly that theories were rife about what could have happened: plague? War? A whole civilization packing their bags and sailing eastward to search for unknown lands? No one knew.

But that ancient text pointed to Terra Persona, the land ignored. Karas could not believe that no scholar had ever thought of the idea. Terra Persona was in the East. It had always been in the East. But no one had ever thought of looking there for the origins of a lost civilization.

Karas hoped to change that. She would go there herself and find the evidence. And the University had agreed to fund her research trip.

Still, no ships would sail directly to any of the peninsula's ports from Lagraba.

So it was that shortly after the turning of the year, Karas boarded a merchant ship which would take her to Niram, from which she would buy horses and travel to the Masked Land to find answers for herself...

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An Afghan, an Albanian, and Algerian, an American, an Andorran, an Angolan, an Antiguan, an Argintine, an Armenian, and Austrailian, an Austrian, an Azerbaijani, a Bahamian, a Bahraini, a Bangladeshi, a Barbadian, a Barbudans, a Batswanan, a Belarusian, a Belgian, a Belizean, a Beninese, a Bhutanese, a Bolivian, a Bosnian, a Brazilian, a Brit, a Bruneian, a Bulgarian, a Burkinabe, a Burmese, a Burundian, a Cambodian, a Cameroonian, a Canadian, a Cape Verdean, a Central African, a Chadian, a Chilean, a Chinese, a Colombian, a Comoran, a Congolese, a Costa Rican, a Croatian, a Cuban, a Cypriot, a Czech, a Dane, a Djibouti, a Dominican, a Dutchman, an East Timorese, an Ecuadorean, an Egyptian, an Emirian, an Equatorial Guinean, an Eritrean, an Estonian, an Ethiopian, a Fijian, a Filipino, a Finn, a Frenchman, a Gabonese, a Gambian, a Georgian, a German, a Ghanaian, a Greek, a Grenadian, a Guatemalan, a Guinea-Bissauan, a Guinean, a Guyanese, a Haitian, a Herzegovinian, a Honduran, a Hungarian, an I-Kiribati, an Icelander, an Indian, an Indonesian, an Iranian, an Iraqi, an Irishman, an Israeli, an Italian, an Ivorian, a Jamaican, a Japanese, a Jordanian, a Kazakhstani, a Kenyan, a Kittian and Nevisian, a Kuwaiti, a Kyrgyz, a Laotian, a Latvian, a Lebanese, a Liberian, a Libyan, a Liechtensteiner, a Lithuanian, a Luxembourger, a Macedonian, a Malagasy, a Malawian, a Malaysian, a Maldivan, a Malian, a Maltese, a Marshallese, a Mauritanian, a Mauritian, a Mexican, a Micronesian, a Moldovan, a Monacan, a Mongolian, a Moroccan, a Mosotho, a Motswana, a Mozambican, a Namibian, a Nauruan, a Nepalese, a New Zealander, a Nicaraguan, a Nigerian, a Nigerien, a North Korean, a Northern Irishman, a Norwegian, an Omani, a Pakistani, a Palauan, a Palestinian, a Panamanian, a Papua New Guinean, a Paraguayan, a Peruvian, a Pole, a Portuguese, a Qatari, a Romanian, a Russian, a Rwandan, a Saint Lucian, a Salvadoran, a Samoan, a San Marinese, a Sao Tomean, a Saudi, a Scottish, a Senegalese, a Serbian, a Seychellois, a Sierra Leonean, a Singaporean, a Slovakian, a Slovenian, a Solomon Islander, a Somali, a South African, a South Korean, a Spaniard, a Sri Lankan, a Sudanese, a Surinamer, a Swazi, a Swede, a Swiss, a Syrian, a Taiwanese, a Tajik, a Tanzanian, a Togolese, a Tongan, a Trinidadian or Tobagonian, a Tunisian, a Turkish, a Tuvaluan, a Ugandan, a Ukrainian, a Uruguayan, a Uzbekistani, a Venezuelan, a Vietnamese, a Welshman, a Yemenite, a Zambian and a Zimbabwean all go to a nightclub... The Club manager says "Sorry, You cant come in without a Thai"

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- Vincenzo Marinese, vicepresidente di Confindustria, è il nuovo Presidente della Fondazione di Venezia. A nominarlo il Consiglio Generale Dell’Ente, nell’ambito di una seduta che ha visto anche l’approvazione del Bilancio Consuntivo 2023 e la nomina di tre Consiglieri di Amministrazione e Generali. Si tratta di Anna Saetta, prorettrice vicaria dell’Università Iuav di Venezia, nel Consiglio Generale, e, per il Consiglio di Amministrazione, di Agar Brugiavini, docente di Economia Politica a Ca’ Foscari, e del già prefetto di Venezia Carlo Boffi Farsetti questi ultimi erano già presenti in Fondazione come Consiglieri Generali.Nel dettaglio, il Bilancio Consuntivo 2023 si è chiuso con un aumento del patrimonio netto della Fondazione di circa 900 mila euro, passando da 364,2 a 365,1 milioni. L’avanzo di esercizio ammonta a 4,5 milioni di euro, con un incremento del 4,4% rispetto alle previsioni del DPP Documento Programmatico Previsionale e del 74,6% rispetto al 2022.Le erogazioni per il territorio deliberate nel 2023 hanno superato i 5,43 milioni di euro. In particolare, il 34% è andato a sostenere il settore Educazione, istruzione e Formazione, il 29% quello dell’Arte, attività e beni culturali, il 24% altri settori rilevanti per lo sviluppo sociale ed economico dell’area metropolitana e quasi il 13% è andato alla Ricerca scientifica e tecnologica. Per quanto riguarda le modalità di erogazione, il 41% degli interventi è stato realizzato direttamente dalla Fondazione di Venezia o attraverso la Fondazione M9, il 28% in partnership con altri soggetti, mentre la modalità dei contributi e delle donazioni ha interessato il 31% degli interventi.A beneficiare dell’attività erogativa della Fondazione sono stati soggetti di primaria importanza nel tessuto veneziano come la Fondazione Teatro La Fenice, le due Università, il Teatro Stabile del Veneto – Teatro Nazionale, a cui sono andati contributi rispettivamente per 700.000, 500.000 e 100.000 euro. Confermato il Bando Cultura, sostenuto nel 2023 con 260.000 euro, così come l’erogazione alle Fondazioni di Comunità, alle quali sono andati 140.000 euro. Rafforzato, nel 2023, il sostegno ad iniziative per il welfare e l’educazione, a partire dai 637 mila euro destinati al Fondo per la Repubblica Digitale, fino ai 530 mila euro destinati al Fondo per il contrasto alla povertà educativa minorile e i 112 mila euro a favore dalla Fondazione con il Sud. Nell’ambito delle iniziative a supporto della formazione, del sociale, dell’innovazione e della sostenibilità rientrano inoltre i contributi alla Venice Gardens Foundation Onlus, al MIT DesignX Venice, alla Fondazione Venezia Capitale Mondiale della Sostenibilità, a #nonsolocompiti, a Imprenditore Non Sei Solo, per un totale complessivo di 175.000 euro. L’esposizione erogativa della Fondazione di Venezia verso la Fondazione M9 rimane assestata a 1,9 milioni.Per quanto riguarda la voce relativa ai costi, al netto di alcune voci di costo non ricorrente connesse alla cessione dell’immobile di Rio Novo e al cambio della sede dell’Ente, i costi di funzionamento ammontano a circa 2,79 milioni di euro con una riduzione del 3,1% rispetto al consuntivo dell’anno precedente."Ringrazio il Consiglio Generale per la fiducia che mi è stata accordata con la nomina a Presidente – è il primo commento del neoeletto Vincenzo Marinese – un impegno prestigioso che intendo onorare attraverso la promozione di interventi che abbiamo sempre al centro le persone, la cultura e lo sviluppo del territorio veneziano. Penso in particolare a tre linee d’azione per me strategiche, ossia condivisione, dialogo come elemento di aggregazione, identità come valore capace di dire al meglio ciò che concretamente la Fondazione è. E che dia il segno di un futuro fatto di partecipazione a tutti i livelli. Il mio ringraziamento va ovviamente anche al professor Michele Bugliesi, da cui raccolgo l’eredità di una Fondazione solida che desidero sia riconosciuta ogni giorno di più come catalizzatore di un nuovo sistema di rapporti integrati, sostenibili e rigenerativi in seno alla città e non solo. Un vero e proprio Sistema Venezia di cui la Fondazione sarà sempre più fulcro autorevole e riconosciuto"."Mi congratulo con Vincenzo Marinese – dichiara Michele Bugliesi, presidente uscente – per la nomina a nuovo presidente di una Fondazione che, grazie alla sua guida, non mancherà di dare ulteriori soddisfazioni. Il bilancio appena approvato è, in questo senso, di buon auspicio, con un nuovo aumento del patrimonio netto e la confermata tendenza alla contrazione dei costi. Sono certo che con la nuova presidenza la Fondazione di Venezia consoliderà questo virtuoso cammino, arricchendolo di nuovi stimoli per interventi innovativi". Fonte

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Confindustria, Marinese nella squadra dei vicepresidenti

Il consiglio generale di Confindustria, su proposta del presidente designato Emanuele Orsini, ha approvato la squadra di presidenza per il quadriennio 2024-2028 con l’84% delle preferenze. Dieci i vicepresidenti elettivi: Francesco De Santis, Maurizio Marchesini, Lucia Aleotti, Angelo Camilli, Barbara Cimmino, Vincenzo Marinese, Natale Mazzuca, Marco Nocivelli, Lara Ponti. Completeranno…

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Al Rallye Festival Hoznayo uscita di strada per Paolo Diana e Francesco Fresu

📹 📹Al Rallye Festival Hoznayo uscita di strada per Paolo Diana e Francesco Fresu

Il Rallye Festival Hoznayo, che si è svolto dall’11 al 13 aprile, ha riservato grande spettacolo per i tanti spettatori presenti a bordo strada. Tra gli equipaggi più seguiti, c’erano il san marinese Paolo Diana e il navigatore sardo Francesco Fresu tra i favoriti alla vigilia, per il grande spettacolo che ad ogni manifestazione riescono a dare. Purtroppo per loro però sono usciti di strada…

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What do you think is the most boring possible way to spend an hour?

I read a really dull book once on the history of the Pathacean-Marinese wars, so probably that.

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Venezia, Zaia scrive al Governo: "Bene il decreto per la governance. Ora, per rendere attrattivo il territorio, necessario il finanziamento"

Venezia, Zaia scrive al Governo: "Bene il decreto per la governance. Ora, per rendere attrattivo il territorio, necessario il finanziamento". "Ringrazio il Governo per l'adozione del DPCM che ridefinisce le modalità di funzionamento e di governance delle Zone Logistiche Semplificate (ZLS). I cittadini e le imprese del Veneto aspettavano da tempo tale provvedimento, in assenza del quale non era possibile dare piena operatività ad uno strumento che costituisce un'opportunità di sviluppo dall'enorme potenziale". Lo spiega il Presidente della Regione Luca Zaia in una lettera inviata al Presidente del Consiglio dei Ministri Giorgia Meloni e al Ministro per gli Affari Europei, il Sud, le Politiche di Coesione e il PNRR Raffaele Fitto, nella quale viene formalizzata la proposta di nomina del Comitato di Indirizzo della Zona Logistica Semplificata Porto di Venezia – Rodigino. Un passo che segue la formalizzazione del DPCM che ridefinisce le modalità di funzionamento e governance delle ZLS che coinvolge territori afferenti alla Città Metropolitana di Venezia e alla Provincia di Rovigo, con specifico riferimento ai Comuni di Venezia, Chioggia, Bagnolo di Po, Bergantino, Bosaro, Calto, Canaro, Castelmassa, Castelnovo Bariano, Ceneselli, Ficarolo, Fiesso Umbertiano, Gaiba, Melara, Occhiobello, Polesella, Rovigo, Salara, Stienta, Trecenta. "Colgo l'occasione per segnalare la necessità di garantire, anche per l'esercizio 2024 e comunque per tutta la durata della ZLS, la disponibilità di risorse a valere sul credito d'imposta per investimenti in beni strumentali – precisa inoltre il Presidente Zaia –. Confido di poter contare sul Suo prezioso appoggio affinché possa essere celermente perseguito l'obiettivo di garantire efficacia operativa alla ZLS Porto di Venezia – Rodigino, mediante l'istituzione del Comitato d'Indirizzo e la copertura finanziaria degli strumenti agevolativi ad essa correlati". "La ZLS è un progetto nato con la regia della Regione e una forte sinergia del territorio – commenta l'Assessore regionale allo sviluppo economico Roberto Marcato, che ha competenza e coordina l'iniziativa in seno alla giunta veneta -. Abbiamo lavorato in stretto raccordo con le categorie, in primis con Confindustria Veneto Est nella persona di Vincenzo Marinese, per definire un piano che è pronto a diventare realtà. Ora aspettiamo solo di avere tutti gli strumenti per realizzare un progetto che garantirà ai Comuni coinvolti un sicuro rilancio economico. Per tutto questo è fondamentale non perdere ulteriore tempo".... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

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🌟💍👸🕺💃🎥 San Marino: At the Finalists of „A voice for San Marino 2024“ stehen fest Daudia – Photo: Instagram @daudiaofficial After another four acts today via the San Marinese semi-finals and the second-chance round of the semi-finals have qualified is the final field des san...... 🎶🏆💔📸🎉

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Minister Silvania ondertekent belastingverdrag met San Marino

Minister Javier Silvania Minister Silvania ondertekent belastingverdrag met San Marino Vandaag heeft Minister van Financiën, Javier Silvania, het verdrag ter voorkoming van dubbele belastingheffing tussen Curaçao en de Republiek San Marino ondertekend. Het belastingverdrag werd tijdens een ceremonie in het Palazzo Begni gebouw (San Marino) ondertekend door de San Marinese Minister van…

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CYCLO LA VACHE QUI RIT

A Lons-le-Saunier, le 28 mai 2023

    3eme édition pour cette épreuve qui connait un grand succès depuis sa création en 2021 en l’occasion des 100 ans de la célèbre marque de fromage dont le siège se situe ici. Quelques 2700 coureurs attendus sur le week-end entre épreuves gravel, rando et cyclo le tout sous une météo enfin au rendez vous avec le plein soleil et des températures presque chaudes !

    3eme édition et 3eme parcours, à chaque fois différent ! Ce coup ci nous avons droit à 162km et (seulement) 2350m de D+ pour le grand parcours : tracé sans difficulté majeure mais qui s’avèrera assez usant car tout de même peu de plat ; c’est vallonné mais difficile de faire des différences, la sélection se faisant certainement sur l’accumulation des kms et de la fatigue. Placé en 1ere ligne, je retrouve Didier Marinese qui anime l’épreuve et me trouve aux côtés de Jean-Noël Jacquemod et Laurent Jalabert, le parrain de l’épreuve, pour le départ donné sans retard à 8h00 pile !

      Après une semaine compliquée dû à un abcès dentaire qui m’envoya aux urgences le dimanche précédent, il m’a fallu suivre un traitement pour soigner l’infection avec prise d’antibiotiques toute la semaine : résultat une seule sortie digne de ce nom et encore quasiment sans intensité, ce sera donc un peu l’inconnu de savoir comment vont réagir les jambes aujourd’hui même s’il y a une forte probabilité que ce ne soit pas la grande forme lorsque l’on lit les effets secondaires de ces médicaments. Les 1ers kms se passent bien où je garde ma place sans problème à l’avant sur une route large et droite pour aborder la côte de Publy : j’imprime un bon tempo avant les % plus sévères sur les 2 derniers kms où Damien Tarantola accélère : il est même relayé et les 2 dernières minutes de montée à 430W font mal et m’informe déjà sur ma condition : déjà à l’extrême limite sur le 1er effort où je suis d’ordinaire plutôt bon, la journée risque d’être compliquée ! Une grosse sélection s’est opérée sur le sommet mais la faible durée d’effort de cette côte ne permet pas de faire de grosses différences et même certains qui avaient pris un tir de 30 ou 40’’ vont facilement revenir pour former un groupe conséquent.

    Nous avons alors une grosse dizaine de km sans difficulté et forcément dans un groupe conséquent ça ne roule pas trop donc ça attaque ! Nous avons droit à une bonne séance de fractionné avec des attaques plus ou moins longues ; je surveille surtout Damien, Jeremy Brunello et Maxim Pirard que j’ai reconnu et qui sont dangereux. De nouveau je suis plus que limite étant parfois sauvé par le nombre : je parviens à rester dans les roues et ne pas sauter alors que la route s’élève progressivement jusqu’à St-Maurice-Crillat où on aborde le col de la Joux (5,7km @ 4,8%) : toujours pas à l’aise alors qu’on est juste bon tempo, ça va un peu mieux sur la fin où je me replace bien en tête. Après la descente, on a enfin une bonne sélection de 20-30 gars mais de nouveau ça ne roule pas trop et certains attaquent, sans succès jusqu’à celle de Maxim qui fait mouche sur un temps mort. Sur une portion plutôt à profil descendant l’écart ne prend pas de grosses proportions avec quelques gars qui roulent pour « contrôler ». La descente de Lect désorganise un peu avec un petit groupe qui se détache : à Vouglans je ne suis pas trop mal placé avec Damien pour aborder la montée de Cernon : le rythme augmente cette fois : à plus de 5w/kg ça progresse bien et nous avons les 4-5 gars ayant pris un peu d’avance dans la descente en visuel : je sens que la course peu se jouer ici alors je tente d’accélérer un bon coup pour faire la jonction, qui s’opère quelques mètres plus loin toujours avec Damien. Il ne reste plus que Maxim quelques secondes devant. Après Cernon et quelques replats, la pente reprend avec une nouvelle accélération où, coincé, je tarde à réagir : un peu plus loin virage à gauche et extinction des feux ! Grosses douleurs et crampes qui apparaissent : bloqué à 300-320W je voie filer une petite dizaine d’hommes qui rejoint Maxim ; heureusement 2-3 gars m’accompagnent, ne me laissant pas seul et je tiens difficilement leurs roues mais ça passe avec une grosse vingtaine de secondes de retard au sommet.

    J’espère alors que la descente me permette de me refaire un peu mais ce n’est pas le cas : incapable de garder la roue d’un ou deux gars qui vont revenir à l’avant, les douleurs sont trop fortes et je me retrouve pour un duo avec Nicolas Pierre. On a alors environ 25kms mal plat : ça monte, ça descend et je fais ce que je peux pour aider mon partenaire d’infortune : cela dit on ne roule pas si mal puisqu’on reprend un trio : à 5 cinq on collabore pour avancer convenablement jusqu’à la dernière difficulté : la côte de St-Laurent-la-Roche (5.5km @ 4,5%). Dans un plan parfait, je comptais bien sur cette côte pour tout donner mais là c’est de la survie à même pas 280W je souffre mais tiens les roues jusqu’au moment où 3 gars sortent avant le sommet. Dans un réflexe instinctif je tente d’y aller mais bien évidemment il me manque quelques mètres et je me retrouve de nouveau avec Nicolas. Nous n’avons plus qu’à finir ensemble les 15 derniers kms avec faux plats, descente et re-faux plat. Après 4h33 c’est enfin l’arrivée pour les 13 et 14eme places bien loin du vainqueur Maxin Pirard (+9’47) qui l’emporta au sprint devant Thomas Bonaud et Matteo Gaudel.

    Un bilan forcément très mitigé pour cette course ; 14eme et 4eme seulement de la catégorie (encore une fois les 41-50 aurons été fortement représentés dans les 15 premiers !), je peux juste me consoler en me disant qu’une semaine avant je n’aurai pas pu courir ; là j’ai au moins pu participer et marquer quelques points pour le challenge Cyclo’Tour Rotor dont cette épreuve était la 3eme manche. Je prends provisoirement la tête du classement général profitant du fait d’être le seul parmi les « leaders » à avoir 3 épreuves au compteur. Concernant l’épreuve pas grand-chose à redire sur l’organisation qui est sans fausse note ; peut-être simplement un peu déçu du parcours proposé où on penserait à d’avantage de difficultés lorsqu’on se trouve dans le Jura !

Classement

Infos et résultats sur le site de l’évènement : https://cyclosportive-lavachequirit.fr/ ou https://lvorganisation.com/vachequirit2023/ (classement Grand parcours sur ce lien)

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San Marino rassegna stampa | Daniele Guidi

San Marino la rassegna stampa delle notizie di oggi sul blog di Daniele Guidi: le ultime notizie sulla Republica San Marinese.

Gordon Matthew Sumner, in arte Sting, e la moglie Trudie Styler sono nuovi ambasciatori della Repubblica di San Marino.

Presentato il ricco calendario di eventi per tutto il 2021 della Repubbica Sanmarinese

L’outlet debutterà il 24 Giugno

Leggi su DanieleGuidi.net

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Cosa sappiamo del focolaio di coronavirus a Treviso Giovedì, il maggior numero di nuovi casi di contagio da coronavirus è stato accertato in Veneto. Alla caserma «Silvio Serena» riconvertita in centro di accoglienza per migranti e che si trova tra il comune di Casier e Treviso, 133 persone sono risultate positive al tampone. I migranti positivi, tutti asintomatici, sono stati isolati all’interno della struttura e gli altri migranti presenti e risultati negativi sono stato messi in quarantena. Tra una settimana, ha fatto sapere il dirigente dell’azienda sanitaria locale Francesco Benazzi, verrà effettuato un nuovo ciclo di tamponi. Benazzi ha comunque detto che «la situazione è sotto controllo». Il centro di accoglienza aperto nell’ex caserma Serena è gestito da Nova Facility, la società di Treviso che gestisce anche l’hotspot di Lampedusa. Il titolare, Gian Lorenzo Marinese, ha spiegato al Corriere della Sera che due giorni fa tre migranti erano stati sottoposti al test, non è chiaro per quale motivo, e che erano risultati positivi. A quel punto sono stati fatti i tamponi a tutte le persone all’interno della caserma. I 22 operatori della struttura sono risultati tutti negativi. Il leader della Lega Matteo Salvini – che da tempo utilizza il coronavirus come nuovo argomento per opporsi all’accoglienza di migranti in Italia – ha immediatamente ricollegato il focolaio di Treviso agli arrivi di Lampedusa degli ultimi giorni: «Immigrati mandati a Treviso, ben 129 trovati positivi al Virus! (Salvini ha citato il dato prima dell’aggiornamento finale, ndr) Se tornerà l’epidemia, sappiamo chi ne sarà colpevole», ha scritto su Twitter. In realtà, come ha spiegato il Corriere della Sera, la situazione è diversa. Nessuna delle persone che si trova nella ex caserma Serena è arrivata o “è stata mandata” a Treviso in seguito agli sbarchi degli ultimi giorni. Nella struttura «ci sono in gran parte giovani provenienti da paesi dell’Africa subsahariana, ma anche richiedenti asilo mediorientali. Una consistente parte di loro è approdata in Italia durante i “picchi” migratori degli anni passati. Molti lavorano o hanno avviato un percorso di inserimento precedente all’emanazione dei decreti Salvini che hanno smantellato i meccanismi di accoglienza». (...) Prima del focolaio di ieri, la caserma Silvio Serena aveva registrato due soli casi di contagio, a metà giugno: un ospite e un operatore della struttura erano risultati positivi al tampone. Questo aveva causato qualche episodio di tensione, ma la situazione era stata risolta nel giro di qualche ora. Il Post

[badjokesbyjeff]

An Afghan, an Albanian, an Algerian, an American, an Andorran, an Angolan, an Antiguans, an Argentine, an Armenian, an Australian, an Austrian, an Azerbaijani, a Bahamian, a Bahraini, a Bangladeshi, a Barbadian, a Barbudans, a Batswanan, a Belarusian, a Belgian, a Belizean, a Beninese, a Bhutanese, a Bolivian, a Bosnian, a Brazilian, a Brit, a Bruneian, a Bulgarian, a Burkinabe, a Burmese, a Burundian, a Cambodian, a Cameroonian, a Canadian, a Cape Verdean, a Central African, a Chadian, a Chilean, a Chinese, a Colombian, a Comoran, a Congolese, a Costa Rican, a Croatian, a Cuban, a Cypriot, a Czech, a Dane, a Djibouti, a Dominican, a Dutchman, an East Timorese, an Ecuadorean, an Egyptian, an Emirian, an Equatorial Guinean, an Eritrean, an Estonian, an Ethiopian, a Fijian, a Filipino, a Finn, a Frenchman, a Gabonese, a Gambian, a Georgian, a German, a Ghanaian, a Greek, a Grenadian, a Guatemalan, a Guinea-Bissauan, a Guinean, a Guyanese, a Haitian, a Herzegovinian, a Honduran, a Hungarian, an I-Kiribati, an Icelander, an Indian, an Indonesian, an Iranian, an Iraqi, an Irishman, an Israeli, an Italian, an Ivorian, a Jamaican, a Japanese, a Jordanian, a Kazakhstani, a Kenyan, a Kittian and Nevisian, a Kuwaiti, a Kyrgyz, a Laotian, a Latvian, a Lebanese, a Liberian, a Libyan, a Liechtensteiner, a Lithuanian, a Luxembourger, a Macedonian, a Malagasy, a Malawian, a Malaysian, a Maldivan, a Malian, a Maltese, a Marshallese, a Mauritanian, a Mauritian, a Mexican, a Micronesian, a Moldovan, a Monacan, a Mongolian, a Moroccan, a Mosotho, a Motswana, a Mozambican, a Namibian, a Nauruan, a Nepalese, a New Zealander, a Nicaraguan, a Nigerian, a Nigerien, a North Korean, a Northern Irishman, a Norwegian, an Omani, a Pakistani, a Palauan, a Palestinian, a Panamanian, a Papua New Guinean, a Paraguayan, a Peruvian, a Pole, a Portuguese, a Qatari, a Romanian, a Russian, a Rwandan, a Saint Lucian, a Salvadoran, a Samoan, a San Marinese, a Sao Tomean, a Saudi, a Scottish, a Senegalese, a Serbian, a Seychellois, a Sierra Leonean, a Singaporean, a Slovakian, a Slovenian, a Solomon Islander, a Somali, a South African, a South Korean, a Spaniard, a Sri Lankan, a Sudanese, a Surinamer, a Swazi, a Swede, a Swiss, a Syrian, a Tajik, a Tanzanian, a Togolese, a Tongan, a Trinidadian or Tobagonian, a Tunisian, a Turk, a Tuvaluan, a Ugandan, a Ukrainian, a Uruguayan, a Uzbekistani, a Venezuelan, a Vietnamese, a Welshman, a Yemenite, a Zambian and a Zimbabwean

all go to a nightclub.

The doorman stops them and says sorry I can’t let you in without a Thai.

[numberonestarlightbeliever]

An Afghan, an Albanian, an Algerian, an American, an Andorran, an Angolan, an Antiguans, an Argentine, an Armenian, an Australian, an Austrian, an Azerbaijani, a Bahamian, a Bahraini, a Bangladeshi, a Barbadian, a Barbudans, a Batswanan, a Belarusian, a Belgian, a Belizean, a Beninese, a Bhutanese, a Bolivian, a Bosnian, a Brazilian, a Brit, a Bruneian, a Bulgarian, a Burkinabe, a Burmese, a Burundian, a Cambodian, a Cameroonian, a Canadian, a Cape Verdean, a Central African, a Chadian, a Chilean, a Chinese, a Colombian, a Comoran, a Congolese, a Costa Rican, a Croatian, a Cuban, a Cypriot, a Czech, a Dane, a Djibouti, a Dominican, a Dutchman, an East Timorese, an Ecuadorean, an Egyptian, an Emirian, an Equatorial Guinean, an Eritrean, an Estonian, an Ethiopian, a Fijian, a Filipino, a Finn, a Frenchman, a Gabonese, a Gambian, a Georgian, a German, a Ghanaian, a Greek, a Grenadian, a Guatemalan, a Guinea-Bissauan, a Guinean, a Guyanese, a Haitian, a Herzegovinian, a Honduran, a Hungarian, an I-Kiribati, an Icelander, an Indian, an Indonesian, an Iranian, an Iraqi, an Irishman, an Israeli, an Italian, an Ivorian, a Jamaican, a Japanese, a Jordanian, a Kazakhstani, a Kenyan, a Kittian and Nevisian, a Kuwaiti, a Kyrgyz, a Laotian, a Latvian, a Lebanese, a Liberian, a Libyan, a Liechtensteiner, a Lithuanian, a Luxembourger, a Macedonian, a Malagasy, a Malawian, a Malaysian, a Maldivan, a Malian, a Maltese, a Marshallese, a Mauritanian, a Mauritian, a Mexican, a Micronesian, a Moldovan, a Monacan, a Mongolian, a Moroccan, a Mosotho, a Motswana, a Mozambican, a Namibian, a Nauruan, a Nepalese, a New Zealander, a Nicaraguan, a Nigerian, a Nigerien, a North Korean, a Northern Irishman, a Norwegian, an Omani, a Pakistani, a Palauan, a Palestinian, a Panamanian, a Papua New Guinean, a Paraguayan, a Peruvian, a Pole, a Portuguese, a Qatari, a Romanian, a Russian, a Rwandan, a Saint Lucian, a Salvadoran, a Samoan, a San Marinese, a Sao Tomean, a Saudi, a Scottish, a Senegalese, a Serbian, a Seychellois, a Sierra Leonean, a Singaporean, a Slovakian, a Slovenian, a Solomon Islander, a Somali, a South African, a South Korean, a Spaniard, a Sri Lankan, a Sudanese, a Surinamer, a Swazi, a Swede, a Swiss, a Syrian, a Tajik, a Tanzanian, a Togolese, a Tongan, a Trinidadian or Tobagonian, a Tunisian, a Turk, a Tuvaluan, a Ugandan, a Ukrainian, a Uruguayan, a Uzbekistani, a Venezuelan, a Vietnamese, a Welshman, a Yemenite, a Zambian and a Zimbabwean all go to a nightclub .................................. The doorman stops them and says sorry I can’t let you in without a Thai.

.....most stupid joke ever...............lol