#medic!cam to the rescue

[aggressivelyaverage21]

Holy War - Chapter 8

After turning a few slow circles to clear the area, Lilith let herself do what every person in training has always been told not to do - she put her hands on her knees and took several deep breaths. Off to the side, she catches Ava doing the same. Slowly, but not too slowly, she composes herself. Five more breaths.

One . God I’m exhausted.

Two. You fought well.

Three. Control your breathing.

Four. One more.

Five. Ok time to move.

Lilith takes a breath as she unhinges at the waist slowly standing before she makes her way over the couple of feet to the still recovering halo bearer. Ava had fought well too. Really well. It was impressive how far she’d come from that selfish kid who’d first woken up with the halo. She was proud of her sister and who she had become. Lilith would never admit it out loud but she cared a great deal for her.

Her breathing hadn’t slowed at all after a few seconds, in fact it was trending in the opposite direction. The younger warrior was struggling, so Lilith did what she often saw Beatrice do - she reached out to lay a comforting hand on the halo bearer’s back, running her hand slowly up and back her spine. “Control your breathing.” She reminds the warrior, trying to adopt a gentler tone than she usually used to tell her to do things.

Ava tries to stand up straight, nodding her acknowledgment of the instruction, but she stumbles after doing it, maybe a little too quickly after fighting for several hours at this point. Lilith lunges forward as soon as she sees the wobble to the woman’s knees, catching Ava against her side. “Easy. I’ve got you.” Lilith squeezes her against her side to keep her tumbling forward. When she was satisfied Ava wasn’t going to end up on her face in the street. She nudged her with a firm hand on her back, encouraging the Warrior Nun to stand up - expand her lungs. “Breathe slower, Ava. Deeper.”

So for once in her life, Ava listened to Lilith without adding a rebuttal or a joke of any kind and just let the air burn into her lungs a little slower on the exhale each passing breath. Lilith was surprised something to the tune of “that’s what she said” wasn’t the rebuttal, hell she’d even heard thought it. As she regained her composure she let herself lean away from Lilith who had yet to step from her side. Ava took another bend forward stretching her lower back as she straightened out with a small wince. “Are you hurt?”

“No. No. I’m good.” Breathing heavily through the words still hoping they’d start working a little better. Just a little. They burn. God, do they burn. The cold air raw against her throat as she greedily sucks it down. Her lungs dry from the dust lingering in the air and the severe need for water. She doesn't think she’d be able to move if she didn’t feel the need to get back to Beatrice. “Thanks.”

Lilith just nods with a small smile, wiping at her brow with the back of her arm and smearing blood across her forehead in the process. She pulled her hand away to look at it before wiping it on the side of her pant leg. “Are you ?” Ava checks in as she does a quick head to toe scan of her friend looking for evidence of anything not healed yet. The halo hadn’t really started working on her own minor ones yet, too used up for the time being. She imagined Lilith’s extra bits were probably doing the same.

“I’m not sure.” Lilith groans, taking another incredibly slow breath, trying to recover from the fight just as she’d told Ava too. Her shins hurt, her shoulders ached from where the wings attached. A feeling she hadn’t quite gotten used to yet, one she didn’t know if she ever would. “I don’t think so.”

Ava huffs out a laugh at that. “Yeah. Everything hurts. I think even we might be sore for a while after that one. Come on.” Ava pats Lilith's shoulders in return of a favor for her comfort earlier. She starts walking back to Beatrice, thankful for the sun starting to turn the edge of the sky gray.

The entire pocket of this street was nearly destroyed. It might take the city of Assisi years to rebuild. Ava always felt horrible leaving these cities. History wasn’t something you could rebuild. Structures maybe, but it wasn’t the same. And here they were destroying buildings, some older than the halo in her back all over Europe. She didn’t much care for the religious stuff herself, but she knew it was important to people. But getting these things, fighting these fights… it was far more important than some old bricks.

“Ava.”

“Huh?”

“Come here, I’ll just-”

“We can walk, Lilith. We’re both gassed. There’s no way I could phase right now. I’m not going to make you do that. It’ll take an extra thirty seconds.” Lilith mumbles her thanks as she trails Ava through the rubble.

They eventually find Camila on both knees over Beatrice. Her ear close to Beatrice’s mouth as she looks down the length of her injured sister, one hand pressed to her neck, presumably looking for a pulse.

“Camila, how is she?” Lilith pants, her hands on her knees while Ava has her hands on her hips, leaning backward and trying to expand her lungs. Even just walking up those short steps and climbing through the rubble in the most direct path to their people serves to wear them out more.

The medic glances up to see both of her supernatural friends, both covered in blood, though after slightly more than a first glance, most of it isn’t theirs. Both of them look exhausted. Actually beyond exhausted. Ava for one wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep this up.

Camila reaches for the pack at her side and digs through it with her free hand. Finally finding what she was looking for, she turns her attention away from Beatrice for a split second to toss two bottles of water and two protein bars in their general direction. The two waste no time ripping into the provisions provided by their medic. Lilith snatching the items gracefully out of the air. Ava trapping the water bottle against her chest but needing to bend over to pick up the protein bar out of the dirt. The Halo didn’t always do much for her hand eye on occasion. Though in her defense, Lilith’s toss was a little easier to catch. At least that’s what Ava was telling herself

“She’s... She lost consciousness. I’m not sure when. I have a heartbeat.” Camila chokes out, pausing to listen to Beatrice’s lungs again before continuing her explanation. “She made me focus on helping you guys. I lost track of our conversation. Ava I’m sorry-”

“No, it’s not your fault.” Ava says, bending over herself as she tries to get her legs working enough to stumble forward to Beatrice’s side without collapsing on her. She looked bad. Really bad. Don’t go there, Ava. Don’t do it. She’s going to be fine. You have to beat these guys back to get any of you out of here. Now is not the time to panic. “What can we do for her?”

A couple more seconds of listening to Beatrice’s lungs has Camila’s eyes flashing wide, either unaware of ignoring Ava’s question. The medic immediately pulls the blankets back in a rush, not caring about the flashlight, the momentum of the cloth and flying toward Beatrice’s feet. “Ava, call Kiva to you. I need to get on that side.”

“What-”

“Just do it. Quickly.” She’d tried to move him a couple of dimes trying to get a little bit better access to Beatrice but he wasn’t listening to her. Their best bet at that would be Ava, his default mom when Beatrice wasn’t available.

“Here. Kiva.” The dog didn’t move, reluctant to leave Beatrice. If he had separation anxiety before, it would be almost impossible now. “Kiva. Kom hier . Now.” The Dutchie scrambles to his feet, a little reluctant to obey. He took a few steps toward Ava, but paused as he passed by Beatrice’s head. He glanced at his person then back at her mate and back again, trying to communicate. “Yeah. Okay.” Ava nods. Her heart couldn’t take Kiva’s whimper when it looked like she might try to call him to her again. With permission, secured Kiva curls gently around Beatrice’s head, laying his head on her shoulder opposite where Camila was working. “Good enough, I guess, buddy. Blif .” Stay.

While Ava was distracted by the damn near cinematic scene from Beatrice’s dog, Camilla had, in a fluid motion, ripped the side of Beatrice’s shirt open from the tear already started by where she had cut the blood soaked fabric from Beatrice’s puncture wound. Camila wasted no time in laying it over Beatrice’s chest, the damp end hitting Kiva in his nose, earning an annoyed huff from the Dutchie as he lifted his head just enough to resituate himself without the filthy shirt being on his very sensitive nose.

“Lilith, Bag.” Camila snapped her fingers rapidly as she pointed to the bag sitting now on the other side of Beatrice’s body from her position. “I need that scalpel, plastic tubing - should be about as thick as your pinky- and a hemostat.”

Side note: when did Camila put on nitrile gloves?And what the fuck is happening? Ava watched wide eyed and brain sluggish as Camila moved Beatrice’s arm, laying it as gently as she could over her head, resting her upper arm on Kiva’s ass and curving it around to be supported by the dog. Almost as quickly as she let her arm go, the medic started trying to count ribs with a gloved finger, working down Beatrice’s right side. Camila’s tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth as she started the count over, pressing a little firmer with the pads of her fingers trying to get a better feel.

Apparently that wasn’t what she was looking for because she muttered a soft “Slow down. Take a breath,” to herself as she flexed her hand trying to get it to stop shaking. “Beatrice needs you steady. You can do this.” Ava was pretty sure Camila had tunnel vision at this point and was just talking to herself, completely forgetting that she had an audience. She reaches up toward Beatrice’s breast searching for something if the quick darting of her eyes back and forth over the black sports bra had anything to say about it.

Ava had no idea what she was looking for until Camila’s eyes stopped moving and her hand immediately reached for the subtle peak of Beatrice’s nipple with her pointer finger extended. She pressed down and traced a line toward Beatrice’s side where she had just been counting ribs. Ava watches As Camila looks up at the sky almost as her finger feels for that intercostal space she was so desperate for. A sigh of relief tells the other two watching that she’d found it as Camila’s attention turns back toward Beatrice, muttering a small prayer of “thank you,” as she did.

“Lilith, cut her bra on the side right here. The trauma shears are in their pouch on the side…”

“Here?” Lilith confirms as she works the shears so they are pinching the fabric just to the side of Camila’s finger at the seam of the bra.

“Yes. Cut around my finger. I don't want to lose the spot.”  Ava’s tongue felt like it was about to choke her as she watched. Unable to even ask what Camila was trying to do or what was so necessarily about exposing the most modest of all of them.

Lilith proceeded as instructed, cutting the side of the bra, then taking the remainder of her water bottle and dumping it over Camila’s hand cleaning the blood away to expose Beatrice’s skin making the ridges of her ribs more visible for Camila. Then she takes several isopropyl alcohol swabs and does the same. Camila takes her other hand and stretches the now clean skin and takes the freshly opened scalpel from Lilith never losing sight of that spot she was so hesitant to move from.

Ava’s brain had finally caught up with what was happening as reality wasn’t just her hovering somewhere over the whole thing watching Camila and Lilith work on Beatrice as she checked over some of their other supplies. “When I asked what we could do, stabbing her was not the thing that came to mind. Camila, what the fuck?”

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In The Dark - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

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Need (NSFW) - Rooster has always needed you.

The Craziest Shit (NSFW) - Rooster can't help himself when he's with you.

Temporary - Rooster tells you his secret whilst your sleeping.

Things have changed since Basrah. Rooster realises it when he wakes up alone at two in the morning in an empty bed. Your sheets are tussled, tossed aside and when he presses his hand to them, he’s surprised to find the fabric cold.

You’ve been up for a while then.

That’s new. You’re usually a heavy sleeper.

He finds you standing in the kitchen, dressed in a silk robe you picked up in Japan. It slopes off your shoulders just a little, the bright colours contrasting against your skin. There’s a mug of tea clasped to your chest. He can see the curl of steam before it evaporates into the air, the scent of lavender fills his nose and recognises the aroma as Bedtime Tea, something his mom used to drink after this father passed away.

You don’t respond when he steps into the kitchen. He understands wherever you are right now, it’s not with him. Your gaze is distant as you stare at your reflection in the darkness of the window, your muscles tense. He’s seen this before, not in you but in others who’ve been to hell and back, people he’s worked with, friends who’ve survived warzones.

He’s gentle when he puts his hands on you, his thumbs ghosting slowly over the outline of the silk. His lips brush over the back of your head as he whispers.

“Where did you go?”

You incline your head slightly so that he can see the profile of your features. He knows that you’ve been hiding something. You’re more reserved than before, more guarded. He noticed it back at The Hard Deck last night when he’d watched you interact with the others from the Search and Rescue Unit. You’re one of them but not at the same time. He’s not sure what caused the distance, but he sees it.

“What happened after I left Basrah?” He asks you.

You turn around to face him, leaning back against the worksurface as you take a sip from your tea. It’s a delaying technique, he can see you weighing up the words as you withdraw back into yourself, working out what to reveal and what to emit.

“The whole story.” He says firmly.

And you sigh because really you should know better.

It’s hard to choose a beginning, it’s a jumble of sounds, images and terror. You remember that more than anything, the icy cold tendrils trailing down your spine as you bleed out in a bolthole in the hills.

“I got left behind.” You tell him, meeting his gaze.

It makes sense but at the same time it doesn’t. He’s met your team, you're close knit, they aren’t the kind of people to leave someone behind but then he thinks of the dynamics he witnessed last night. Ross sticking to you like glue, protective and weary, eyes always surveying the threat around him even in a bar full of friendlies. Kojack’s apologetic demeanour, gaze lowered, submissive and contrite. Cam avoiding you completely, preferring to stick to the opposite side of the room as he poured down whiskey after whiskey.

“There was a medical evac,” You explain wearily. “An Intelligence officer had been caught and they’d sent a team in after him. They managed to get him out, but he was severely injured…” You meet his gaze, so he understands the seriousness of the situation. “They’d had him for three days; he was lucky to be alive.”

Tortured, he summarises. He’s heard the stories of what happens when the insurgents get their hands on someone whose an enemy to their cause. It isn’t just soldiers, it’s people who protest their ideals, people who want a better way of life for their families, for their children.

“There wasn’t space to land, so I had to go down to assess him. We managed to stabilise him for transport, Cam went up with him on the winch and that’s when they hit. They’d managed to trail the team that rescued him, the information he had…" You shake your head. "They couldn’t afford for him to escape with his life, so they targeted the chopper.”

He knows what happens next. The good of the many over the lives of the few. Someone higher up decided that you were more disposable than that Intelligence Officer, so they had given the order to leave you behind along with the initial rescue crew. It feels like a kick in the chest because out of everyone in his life, you’re the one that he can’t live without. It throws his head into a tailspin trying to imagine the idea that he never would have seen you again, that he’d never hear your laugh or feel the press of your skin against his.

“When the Humvee blew up, I got hit with shrapnel.” You tell him, wrapping both hands around your mug. "The rescue crew managed to lay cover fire while I took care of the injury but it needed more medical attention than I could give.”

The scar on your hip he realises. He thinks of the searing metal cutting across your skin, the agony you must have felt as the blood flowed from the wound.

“We were stranded with no vehicle and limited weaponry, so we had no choice but to disappear into the hills. We spent the next twenty-four hours playing hide and seek until we made it to a check point and by then…”

You don’t have the heart to tell him how much of a mess you were. Jonesy was dead, you were halfway there, if you’d been out in the hills much longer you wouldn’t have made it. It had only been through Howard’s unrelenting cajoling and Ithica’s determination to drag you the final few clicks that you even got you home at all.

“It took me a long time to recover, the wound had got infected by the time we got to that checkpoint. I was in septic shock.” You reveal, shaking your head. “I ended up in a hospital in Germany for a couple of months before they shipped me back here.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” He asks you.

“What would have been the point?” You say helplessly. “What could you have done? You were halfway across the planet busy with other things. It’s not like you could have jetted back.”

It hurts him when you make that point because he knows it’s true. He’d been three months into a deployment somewhere in the Pacific.

You see the line of his jaw clench as he tilts his head away. Sometimes he hates his job, hates what it does to his personal relationships, to the both of you.

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” You say as you set down you’re empty mug. “I’m grounded for the foreseeable future. That’s why they have me on base, training the new Medical Techs.”

His head snaps back to you, his eyebrow arching in question.

“PTSD.” You tell him, shrugging your shoulders. “They have me at the shrink once a week doing EDMR therapy.”

It’s another blow and he swallows hard past the well of emotion in his chest because the thought of you dealing with this alone, it kills him. He understands empty bed, the restless, the inability to relax.

“Does it help?” He asks quietly.

“Yea, but I feel like shit for days after.” You say honestly. “It’s a work in progress…” You pause before deliberating for a moment. “I’m a work in progress.”

“Aren’t we all?” He smiles before leaning in close, his hands coming to rest upon your hips. “You know it doesn’t change how I feel about you right?”

He knows that’s the real reason you haven’t told him about what happened. A revelation like this alters things, the casual relationship two of you have goes from being simple to something more intimate. Things can’t be the way they were before. He wants to step up, he wants to be there for you, to support you when you need it.

“Lean on me a little.” He requests as he presses his forehead to yours. “I can take it.”

Your palm comes to rest on his chest, fingers splaying over the space where his heart resides.

“Ok Bradley.” You whisper against his lips. “Let’s give this a shot.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[lensman-arms-race]

Episode 73 thoughts

Holy crap, I just noticed it's episode 73 part 1. I thought it was an entire episode!

Camera Matriarch POV! Kind of heartbreaking how Speaker Matriarch pushes her away. Everyone grieves in their own ways.

I remember making a post saying that since no-one else saw Plunk's interaction with the Secret Agent, from everyone else's POV Plunk must have kinda spontaneously combusted. Turns out yes, that's how it happened.

It's funny as hell that I made a post earlier wondering how hard it would be for DFB to re-render earlier episodes with a different POV, and that's more-or-less what happened (though I think DFB must have remade those flashback bits from scratch, given the increase in quality).

Interesting that we see the episode 57 flashback (TV Matriarch rescues a near-death Plunk) from the original POV cam's view. Camera Matriarch was present, so the flashback should have been from a bit higher up and a different angle. Maybe it would have been too fiddly for DFB to set up, I don't know.

Nice to see high-res old TCam! DFB, please give him his earsies back!

In one of the flashback scenes, we see a large cam loading some dead toilets into a van. What are they going to do with those?

Then... There's humance?? I think the one on the far right side is Secret Agent. He appears to be called Dave. (Maybe his full name is David Phoque-Boum, ehehehe.)

"Proceed with phase one, opening the gate." Are they doing a Half-Life?! Did they just open a portal to the toilet dimension?? Is this going to turn out like Portal? Did some humans get their brains digitised and loaded into robots like Caroline into GlaDOS?

Camera Matriarch's tablet says "Cameraman 69", hehe. I don't know if it's just for Funy Number or if we need to go back and check episode 69 for something.

The buzzsaw quadruped toilet's screams are harrowing, Jesus Christ!

I like that we see Camera Matriarch flick the double middle fingers, and that she took Plunk's plungers with her. Love how she helps up the medic cam too.

We get to see Camera Matriarch's VATS mode in first person, neato!

Well, that's messed up - we see a big mutant toilet, which I thought were made from the harvested bodies of large hardware units, but this one has skin. Have the skibidis started cultivating their own flesh bodies in vats or something?

Super funny detail: the Scientist Toilet rig laughs evilly. TV Matriarch is piloting it, but that's not her voice. There must be a button on dashboard for 'laugh evilly'. >:D

We hear TV Matriarch make a squeaky sound - is that her voice? I'll have to try reversing it (maybe pitch-shifting it down) to check if it's words.

There are at least four of those weird shipping containers! What's in those?

G-Toilet looks genuinely shocked. It's probably a huge demoraliser to see the face of your loyalest subordinate attacking you while laughing mockingly. Is this also the first time G-Toilet realised Scientist Toilet was dead? Did he momentarily think Scientist Toilet had betrayed him? He looks haunted.

Did TV Matriarch manage to teleport away the entire Scientist rig or just herself?

I like how TSpeaker spins their cannons like a gunslinger!

Cliffhanger! Will Humungus Astro return to fuck shit up??

[hauoli-hybrid-clinic]

Alola, I'm Dr Josephina Wattle, but Joey works too. My pronouns are she/her. I am the lead doctor and manager of the Hau'oli City HEMFA (Hybrid Eebydeeby Magic Faller Anomaly) Clinic.

The clinic helps people and pokemon with any medical issues not covered by standard practices and knowledge. This includes any hybrids (of both pokemon/pokemon and human/pokemon varieties), eebydeebies at any point in their transformation, those affected by magic and unknown science, those who may have alien physiology (such as inkfish, animated skeletons, pegasi, electronics, etc) and more. We do also accept more standard patients, however they are not often priority.

We are a small team working across multiverses, so please, be patient with us, and we'll get to you as soon as possible. You may see an additional member of staff on here should the situation arise, most likely my daughter Nola.

You can find my amazing wife Cam at @rotomblr-snapshots .

More of our staff:

Dr Quentin Fig, eebydeeby specialist.

Dr Kale Pine, General Practitioner for Hybrids.

Dr Nola Wattle, head of Pokemon Psychiatric Care (and my adoptive daughter).

Dr Apple and Nurse Berry, aka Rescue Team Hau'oli.

//Brainrot go brrrrrrr, take the interdimensional science milf yuri

//Mod is an adult

//Pelipper Mail is on!

[bltzgore]

show me your anxiety-riddled ocs I need them for science

Oh there are so so many XD

I'll keep it to 7 of my favorites, and do my best to keep these short but still give enough background.

Tw: nonhuman characters, mentions of burning and family death, learning disability related stress, lab rat content, and dehumanizing circumstance for nonhuman characters such as being owned or abused

Fear not, I threw in a little fluff

Among the ones I go after the most:

Rook - a scrapy fierce little creature, who's response to fear is anger. He's always afraid, always worried this fleeting period of freedom with his found family will end, or later on as he develops more self awareness, that they will get sick of him and abandon him. This manifests as him getting frustrated easier, snapping at people, and occasionally just going after them. Luckily his caretaker is an ex gladiator, and an ex hit woman, so she can take it.

Enzo - a member of the same cast as Rook. He came from very dehumanizing circumstance before he got sold off. He is a people pleaser because that's how he learned to survive. So at first he was pretty nervous around his rescuer/caretaker, but that wore off pretty quickly. He took to worry about her and the others in their found family, that they'd get hurt, or found (they're on the run) not to mention he harbors alot of insecurity, very low self worth. This is something the caretaker helps amend, as she doesn't want to see him get hurt or taken advantage of.

One of my favorite symbolic demonstrations of his healing over time is his singing. Hear me out. He's a siren type creature, so he loves to sing, he's meant to. But the people who own him before punish him for it for various reasons. The longer he spends with caretaker the stronger his voice gets, it starts out with gentle songs, and moves up to powerful rock lyrics and stuff depending on his mood.

Cam (or Rally, I'm having a hard time picking a name) - a fire elemental in a world where elementals are considered highly dangerous. His family helps him hide it, but one day a fire starts in his house (he believes he started it while he was sleeping). In his fear he accidentally makes it much worse, and his parents do not make it out. He's stuck in the house in a state of panic and fear and general mourning because he can't process that his fire is just what took his family, when his caretaker to be (another elemental named Rafiki/Rafi/Raf) runs in to save him. From then on he's deeply scared that he will hurt someone again, or worse.

Thing is, we learn that he wasn't the original cause of the fire. It was an agent of the government hoping to send him into a panic. When Cam discovers this, he goes after them, getting caught and put under the control of this mind control device called the halo (its a metal ring that is affixed to the head). Then, he is forced to go after his friends. He burns Rafiki severely enough that it even gives her trauma.

Rex - a post-wolf (meaning after wolf, not one who works with mail) supersoldier. Who develops high levels of anxiety around his technical studies when he struggles with reading due to dyslexia and adhd.

Static - a very sweet bean who is among the first humans to begin developing superpowers in one of my universes due to the presence of an alien virus on earth. He's in the army when he begins developing powers, the army that advocates for killing or catching such people. He is terrified that he will be the next one dragged off to some black ops base and pulled apart like some lab rat. He finds a group of others who are hiding their powers and they do a great job protecting and hiding each other.

But one day he comes crawling back to base to get the medic while having a broken leg. The medic tends to him, then runs off to rescue his friends. But this is about the time that the higherups have put together a few things. They show up and drag him off. It is his nightmare realized. And of course his friends find and save him, but he certainly had anxiety before, it is tripped after, he has a severe case of ptsd.

Taboo - is a scorpion humanoid, he named himself as such because he thought he was just unlucky when he was little and didn't realize people were afraid of him. He is an absolute cinnamon roll (who could kill you.) And the thought of people being scared of him makes him occasionally to nervous to act and really really sad (poor boi).

Flux - Flux does not remember what he used to be. He was sure he used to have flesh parts instead of metal ones but he doesn't anymore. He is a rescued lab rat, who was pulled apart and put back together so much his trauma response became appease. So even after rescue he constantly fears that he will do something wrong, and wind up back on that table. Thing is, he could never figure out what the criteria was that got him back there at the lab, and th le rules with these new people make even less sense!

I hope this helped with your science 😁

[factorialsotherfandoms]

@cubitodragon

back again, because why not. :D do you have any of the first bondings written down yet? how did the crew initially handle having kids on board, being selected (or NOT as the case may be), and who's parent-egg bond do you like most - either for writing in general, or for the bond scenario? what are some missions you have planned to write up in these reports that are fun for you and/or the direction of the plot thanks to your playthrough?

Why not indeed! I'm very happy to ramble and not write actual story lol!

no, the only stuff I have written is the one bit on ao3 whoops. The first one is actually BBH and Foolish, on a mission where neither of them did anything notable at all lol xD Missa and Roier it at least Missa was doing fancy ranged shots using the feed from Roier's helmet cam to aim. And Tina and Bagi were off doing espionage together. So much more to it lol!

Having children on board is NOT easy, like at all. Part of the reason Chayanne and Bobby have a hard time is that everyone's first instinct is to try give them to Kristin, who lives at ground level and runs a resistance camp (yes, Philza is her husband. Yes, she and Missa have an agreement. No, no Philza has no worked it out that his wife is trying to get them together yet). Bobby thinks he's being abandoned, forces the bond faster with Jaiden and Roier so he's not, and then things get messy as the kids have to be /relatively/ close /most/ of the time. That has the kids staying but like... these guys don't even have enough beds for all the adults. Also the kids special items come from being allowed to pick something from a box of supplies intended for one of the camps. Nobody has any idea what they're doing - Philza once babysat Tubbo as a teenager but that's the extent of everyone's childcare knowledge. It's a lot of an adjustment and not everyone is happy about it, but there's only so much they can do. I am always softest for Chayanne and Missa in all contexts and I will die for them. I'm not sure how much I'll be able to wriggle in for them, but I love them so much. All of the sets but that one especially.

Okay so there's like 45 of them total but a lot are just kinda trash let me see... There's Mike's rescue mission (Dragon Prince) and a bit earlier Wailing Feast, in which Pac is injured so badly he has to have emergancy medical treatment in the middle of a burning camp under heavy gunfire with Mike somewhat feral and protective and only Philza being both on the same side of the map and havign a medkit. Love me some Tazercraft angst. There's Banished God which contains the immortal line "Etoiles murders shit" in my notes (I think he got about 15 kills of undead on the single mission...). The two missions where Tazercraft are (seperately) initially "recruited" (see the note about them having vanished a while ago). Also grabbing Cellbit from the sewer tunnels of Ottawa and nobody knows why he was there not even him. (The Brazilians have most of the cool shit...). Shadow Tomb! Where the first children are located. Pungent Father, where they find either Trump or A1 and a clue as to what the children are. I think I might have to bring Memories Egg into it as it'd make Haunting Night heartbreaking - the second to last plot-adjacent mission, though there's a couple between it and the finale (Roier, Cellbit, Fit, Missa, Jaiden, and Roier go to blow up a building. They leave with a mostly dead child, and the corpse of a Viper King). Spider Giant, where they get shot down and have to try get rid of the aliens and the device keeping them there where half the high ranking units are gone and for reinforcements BBH and Pac both stumble out of medical with like 2HP and an assault rifle, and Tubbo gets a whole set of remote control turrets to play with. There have a couple of fun examples lol. Oh and its between a couple of actual missions, but the point at which they click what the eggs actually are and why its so bad... That's a lab report from Aypierre and comes after a fair bit of stuff, and comes with the learning the eggs are both damned and some they never got to meet are already as good as dead and its late enough they're very invested in their kids. Yay! Oh and the bit in the final mission where Missa nearly dies after getting shot off a ledge by a 3 storey high megaMEC with anti-aircraft lazers. Which is just as Cellbit gets to realise where he came from! And Baghera and Bagi can put it together themselves. Like that's more fun actual written than just report, but still.

[oni-official]

What happened to Fireteam Katana during the Onyx conflict?

Fireteam Katana were not active members of the conflict. Details are blurry, but they were disabled shortly prior to the Onyx event and placed in slipspace field pods. From what we have recovered of the corrupted helmet cams, this was facilitated by a Huragok. These pods were later recovered by CPO Mendez and Dr. Halsey. Fireteam Katana were provided with medical attention at the earliest opportunity, once it was possible to rescue survivors.

[saintlesbian]

over the past few eps I have been very VERY peeved w/ joss for:

effectively getting Britt killed from trying to rescue her (she could’ve at least gotten her medical attention or something???)

not even sticking around long enough afterwards to give the cops more info about the hook attack (delaying the investigation AGAIN)

running off to have sex with dex (before dumping cam. so now actually cheating instead of hypothetically)

complaining about dex working with Sonny and still having sex with him anyways (so hypocrisy also)

breaking up with cam on new years after he was so excited to try making things work again (when she should’ve done this months ago to spare him the heartache)

all of this to say I’ve given up on trying to like joss now actually 😵‍💫 like only 3 eps to completely ruin her for me

[mystalwartheart]

Poor little Evie had been locked into an isolated cell whilst the doctor's tried to perform medical tests...... She was panicking and overwhelmed

@mould-girl

cont'd from here The weeks following Jill's rescue of Evelyn had been eventful. The little girl had initially been brought to S.T.A.R.S. HQ to undergo some basic wellness checks and observations, carried out by Rebecca's gentle and trained hand.

This was expected to be the norm until representatives of the United States Department of Defense cam knocking on their door. They had claimed that, because the siege of the compound took place on on US soil, Evelyn was therefore a national security risk and needed to be processed in a federal facility.

This went against all international agreements pertaining to S.T.A.R.S.' international jurisdiction and bioterrorism procedures, but the US government had been especially paranoid of late due to rising tensions with the Soviet Union, and they were also bigger. So, faced with no other options at the moment, Evie had been placed in government custody.

It took a few weeks and a fair bit of diplomatic strongarming on the part of Ashley and her colleagues at NATO, but the young diplomat proved her chops and tenaciousness and got the DoD to release Evie back into S.T.A.R.S. custody.

Jill, who surprised many (even, to an extent, herself) with her level of involvement in the case, was there to meet Evelyn when she returned.

"Hi sweetie," Jill greeted the child softly. "We're glad to have you back! Do you remember me?"

[spookysaladchaos]

Global top 7 companies accounted for 81% of total Pipe Mine Refuge Chambers market (qyresearch, 2021)

A mine refuge chamber is a sealed environment built to sustain life during an emergency or hazardous situation. They provide a secure area with shelter, water, and breathable air, where personnel can remain until rescued or the hazard subsides. Mine refuge chambers are suitable for a range of different industries including metalliferous mining, coal, tunnelling and petrochemical facilities.

According to the new market research report “Global Mine Refuge Chambers Market Report 2023-2029”, published by QYResearch, the global Mine Refuge Chambers market size is projected to reach USD 0.14 billion by 2029, at a CAGR of 4.1% during the forecast period.

Figure.   Mine Refuge Chambers Market Size (US$ Million), 2018-2029

Figure.   Mine Refuge Chambers Top 7 Players Ranking and Market Share（Continually updated）

Globally, the major manufacturers of Mine Refuge Pods include ThyssenKrupp, MAHLE, Kautex Textron (CWC), Seojin Cam, Linamar, Musashi Seimitsu, Riken, Precision Camshafts, Hejia Industry, Zhongzhou Group, etc. The top five global players held about 55.0% of the market share in 2022.

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[xtruss]

Türkiye Dispatches 8th Aid Ship To Gaza

Türkiye has constantly been striving to deliver humanitarian aid, from El-Arish and Rafah Border Crossing to Gaza, the country's Disaster and Emergency Management Authority chief says.

— TRT World 🌎

AFAD's President Okay Memis noted that 13 aircraft and seven ships carrying humanitarian aid materials have been delivered to Gaza. Photo: AA

A humanitarian aid ship, carrying 2,960 tonnes of aid destined for Gaza, has sailed from Mersin International Port.

In a collaboration between Türkiye's Disaster and Emergency Management Authority (AFAD) and General Directorate of Foundations, this marks the 8th humanitarian aid ship, comprising 125,000 food packages for the Palestinian people in Gaza loaded onto the vessel SARDES.

Speaking at the farewell ceremony held at the port on Thursday, Mersin Governor Ali Hamza Pehlivan emphasised the significance of the port hosting aid ships alongside its commercial activities.

The governor stressed the contributions of not only institutions but also civil society organisations and citizens in preparing the aid, saying: "We are all aware of the oppression and suffering in Gaza. Our esteemed nation, with the highest sense of solidarity and cooperation, is showing the necessary sensitivity toward Gaza."

Continuous Support To Palestinian Cause

Deputy Minister of Culture and Tourism Serdar Cam also expressed Türkiye's continuous support to the Palestinian cause.

Cam underscored that the Turkish people are mobilising their resources for Gaza, adding: "The Republic of Türkiye has always been a haven and a door for the oppressed and victims with its accumulated history."

"Today, all government agencies are mobilising their resources. A ceasefire seems to be in place for now, but this is a huge tragedy on earth."

He further stressed that "the first priority is a ceasefire. Albeit belatedly, this process has begun in the holy Muslim month of Ramadan. However, major efforts must be exerted to address actual troubles in the upcoming period."

"Not just Türkiye, but the entire world must mobilise for this."

The aid Türkiye sent to Palestine's Gaza constitutes 25% of all aid delivered to the enclave, COGAT has reported. Ankara has continued to provide comprehensive aid to Gaza amid Israel's ongoing restrictions and attacks that have killed more than 33,000 people since October 7.

13 Aircraft, 8 Ships

AFAD's President Okay Memis noted that 13 aircraft and seven ships carrying humanitarian aid materials have been delivered to Gaza.

Memis announced that with the support of the General Directorate of Foundations, they will send off the 8th ship to Gaza, saying: "So far, we have sent 39,607 tonnes of humanitarian aid materials, 1,151 generators, 214 tons of hygiene supplies, eight field hospitals, 53 ambulances, 242 tonnes of medical supplies, two UMKE (Turkish National Medical Rescue Team) vehicles, clothing, shelter materials, and drinking water.

"We are delivering drinking water both from Türkiye and through our agreement with the Egyptian Red Crescent, where AFAD sends five to 10 trucks of water every week," he stressed.

Underlining that Türkiye has constantly been striving to deliver humanitarian aid, from El-Arish and Rafah Border Crossing to Gaza, Memis added: "Around 1,500 Palestinian brothers and sisters have been brought to our country for health-related treatments from Gaza. We are working diligently with our Ministry of Health to meet all their needs."

Israel has waged a deadly military offensive on the Palestinian enclave since an October 7 cross-border attack by Palestinian resistance group Hamas in which some 1,200 Israelis were killed.

Nearly 32,500 Palestinians have since been killed and over 74,900 injured amid mass destruction and shortages of necessities.

The Israeli war, now on its 174th day, has pushed 85 percent of Gaza’s population into internal displacement amid acute shortages of food, clean water, and medicine, while 60 percent of the enclave's infrastructure has been damaged or destroyed, according to the UN.

— TRT World 🌎

[aggressivelyaverage21]

Holy War Chapter 7

Ava reluctantly got to her feet, scolding herself for letting a tear fall to Beatrice’s cheek as she did. She wiped roughly at her eyes, surly smearing more of the evidence of their very long evening across her cheeks. Kiva shifted beside her slowly getting to his feet as his pack started moving. “ Nee . Auf .” Ava commanded, pointing at Beatrice with a snap. “Blif. Bewaken.”

She felt bad. The command didn’t make that much sense, she knew that but she didn’t know what else to do. She wanted him there. Protecting Bea and Camila in case Lillith and her couldn’t get everything. More than that, she wanted him close to Beatrice to comfort her. Keep her awake maybe. Besides, he was hurt too. That cut was deep enough Ava had been a little surprised she hadn’t seen his bone. Though, to his credit he might have been the smartest dog on the planet because he listened. He laid down next to Beatrice’s and licked her cheek before resting his head across her chest protectively.

“ Braaf .” Good boy. Beatrice whispered, wanting nothing but to pet him. To tuck her face into his fur as like she’d done what felt like a million times as the tears started trickling down her temples again. It was her safe spot. Those months Ava was gone. She’d sit on her bed and the Duchie would walk over her lap and let Beatrice hug him close, hiding her tears into his golden fur, so soft against her cheeks, until she pulled away. This time she couldn’t do that but Kiva licked at her tears softly, somehow knowing to be even more gentle with her than he usually was. She was convinced he knew her better than she knew herself sometimes with how attuned he was even from the moment they met.

She wanted to send him with Ava, to protect her as she was surely to be more than reasonably outnumbered even with Lilith fighting with her, but she also knew, as much as she hated to admit it, that she did need the help staying calm. Beatrice couldn’t recall a time she had been this scared for herself. For Ava? Plenty. Other sisters? Sure. She could do something about that. Most of the time. Right now? There was not a thing in the world she could do to help. Not even pray.  

The only thing there was to do… was to stay awake. Keep breathing. Not die. And frankly, Beatrice wasn’t sure how long she could stave off that possibility that was steadily, as she understood it, turning into an inevitability.

A couple shots rang out as Camila racked the bolt back on the rifle. Beatrice couldn’t see what was happening but she’d been in enough of these fights to be able to piece together a pretty good picture. “What’s going on?” Beatrice chattered.

Another shot rang out, “They’re managing.” Camila’s voice was tight, as she continued to look through the sight to spot any more wraiths posing them a significant threat. Her left hand cupped under the butt of the rifle holding it steady against her shoulder.

Beatrice took a few breaths, debating her options. Not that there really were any. She could help though. Like Camila was. She could. Moving, being paralyzed it was a scary potential to be staring down right now but that would have to be a problem for later. It wouldn’t matter if they didn’t make it out of this.“Sit me up and give me the gun.” Her voice was firmer than she’d heard it since they left the Basilica. “Let me help.”

Camila looked away from the sight to stare at Beatrice. She couldn’t make eye contact with where they were with Beatrice immobilized like she was but she knew the look she’d see in those honey brown eyes. She’d seen it many times before. It used to almost terrify her, she’d do just about anything Beatrice told her to do especially when she first started at the OCS. But now? “No.”

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[cynicalone94]

Found Footage

Read on AO3 here.

“5021 George. 10-1 at 2650 W Fulton Street. Officer down, need an ambulance and CFD.”

Hailey looks up in shock as she hears her husband’s voice over the radio set up in the bullpen.

What the hell?

Intelligence scrambles down to their cars, racing to Fulton Street.

An ambulance is already on scene, the paramedics working on the young patrol officer.

The patrol car had been forced off the road, resting in a shallow ravine.

Hailey jogs over to the ambulance, greeting the paramedics.

“How is he?” she asks.

“He hit his head pretty hard in the crash.” the medic tells her. “It’s a good thing we got here when we did. He needs to get to Med.”

“Where’s Detective Halstead?”

“Officer Tanika was the only one on scene when we arrived.” she’s told. “We have to go.”

Hailey stares after them in shock as they load the stretcher into the ambulance and pull away.

Then where is Jay?

She turns to look for Voight and sees him talking to Deputy Superintendent Austin. What is he doing here?

As she gets closer, she can hear parts of the conversation.

“This doesn’t look good, Hank.” Austin is saying. “We don’t have dash cam, there’s no traffic cameras in the area and the only witness who might have been able to vouch for Halstead is unconscious.”

“Nobody in Intelligence knew you were going to arrest Halstead until you walked into the bullpen.” Voight argues. “That doesn’t leave any time for him to have set up a jailbreak.”

“So maybe it was you who arranged this.” Austin says. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Hailey jumps in, cutting Voight off before he can escalate this. “We need to track down whoever was behind this and find Jay. We can sort out if this was a rescue or a kidnapping later.”

“I can’t let your team investigate this.” Austin says, shaking his head. “You’re too close.”

They might actually find Jay.

Hailey quashes the cynical thoughts for the moment.

Austin walks away and she turns to Voight.

“He’s involved.” she says quietly and he nods.

“We just have to prove it.” he says.

“And find Jay.” Hailey adds. “They can’t afford to give him a chance to tell his side of the story.”

He may already be dead.

It isn’t as hard as they might have expected to link Austin to Jay’s kidnapping.

Because that’s exactly what it was, despite the doubts that Austin had stirred up through the department.

Intelligence had located a vehicle nearby the site of the crash on security cameras. And the vehicle had come back to the CPD auction lot, signed out by none other than the Deputy Superintendent himself.

Once they’d shared that information with the Superintendent, it had been all too easy to get full access to Austin’s office and electronics.

“I’ve got a flash drive.” Kim announces, holding it up where she’s searching the desk.

Adam reaches for it, plugging it into his laptop.

“Two video files.” he says, opening the first one. “Hey, lookie here, the missing dash cam footage.”

Jay’s voice fills the room.

“Tanika? Hey, come on, talk to me. Are you okay up there?”

Moments later, the kidnappers arrive, telling a confused and resistant Jay that he’s coming with them.

And then gold hits.

“If you let me radio for an ambulance for him I won’t fight you.” Jay says. “I’ll come quietly.”

“He willingly went with them to protect Tanika.” Hailey says, shaking her head with a fond smile.

“Well now we’re going to find him, get him back.” Voight says. “I’m going to go have a chat with Austin.”

“Hang on boss.” Adam says. “Second file is… oh shit.”

Voight storms into the unfamiliar interrogation room, throwing the laptop on the table in front of Austin and hitting play.

Jay grunts as a fist slams into his face, throwing him forcefully onto his back. A kick to the stomach follows and then three separate men are standing over him, their booted feet slamming repeatedly into whatever part of Jay they can reach as he curls up, trying to protect himself.

Voight pauses the video.

“You couldn’t help yourself, could you?” he snaps. “It wasn’t enough to arrange for him to be kidnapped and beaten, you wanted to see it for yourself.”

“I don’t know what you think this proves.” Austin says. “They sent me that video demanding a ransom.”

“And you didn’t notify anyone?”

“I hadn’t had a chance.”

“They send you the dash cam footage you claimed didn’t exist too?”

“Yes.”

“Only that footage starts before the kidnappers got to the car and extends until after the paramedics arrived.” Voight says. “They never touched the camera system.”

There’s a knock on the door and Adam sticks his head in.

“Phone records.” he says, handing them over to Voight. “There’s one number in particular that catches my attention. He calls them just after the patrol car drove away from the station with Jay in the backseat. They called him just after Jay’s radio call went out. Burner phone.”

“You really thought we weren’t going to look into this, didn’t you?” Voight asks the man, shaking his head. “Or that you could handicap us enough to keep us from getting anywhere.”

Austin doesn’t say anything, seeming to realize that he’s not getting out of this.

“Where is Halstead?” Voight demands.

“I don’t know.” he says. “I told them not to tell me those kinds of details.”

“Then I want a name.” Voight says. “Who did you pay to do this?”

“His name is Jerry Watkins.” he says, looking down. “He was a CI when I worked in organized crime.”

“Do you know names of anyone else who was involved?”

“He said he would take care of it. I didn’t ask questions.”

“Hey boss?” Adam says, still looking through the records. “He’s been exchanging calls with that burner phone for a couple days. Even before Jennings was killed.”

“This wasn’t an opportunist grab was it?” Voight asks. “This whole mess has been you, right from the beginning.”

“Someone needed to shine some light on the way your unit steps outside the lines whenever it benefits you.” Austin says. “Even if it meant crossing a few lines myself.”

“All we’ve got here is you arranging to have a gang banger murdered.” Voight says, leaning forward. “You arranging to have a Chicago Police Detective kidnapped and an officer put in the hospital. You covering up evidence. My unit has handled this by the book.”

Austin just makes a face and shakes his head.

“I don’t have time for this.” Voight says, shaking his head. “I have to go find Jay.”

He stands up, following Adam out of the room and meeting up with the rest of his team and the Superintendent in the hallway.

“I will handle Austin.” the Superintendent says. “I’ve already reached out to Internal Affairs and the District Attorney’s office.”

“We’re going to focus on Detective Halstead.” Voight says. “What did we find on this guy, Watkins?”

“Austin was actually telling the truth about him being a CI.” Hailey says. “But he’s been off paper almost ten years. LKA seven years old but worth checking out. Long list of associates to go through.”

“Anything come up on a deed search?”

“Not in his name.” Kim says. “Or linked to any relatives.”

“Next of kin?”

“His mother, Janice, lives in an assisted living facility.” Kevin says.

“Alright.” he says. “Let’s run with it then. Hailey, you and Kev go talk to his mom. Kim and Adam check out the LKA.”

They scatter.

The mom ends up being the key.

The payments for her room at the facility have come not from Watkins but from a friend of his. The friend’s name links them to a vehicle and they are able to track it far enough on plate scanners to find a warehouse.

Where they find Jerry Watkins with a gun pointed at Jay’s head.

Two minutes and a bullet in Watkin’s head later, Hailey is kneeling next to her partner who hasn’t moved.

He groans when she cuts his hands free and rolls him onto his back but his eyes don’t open.

Even when she asks him to open his eyes, all he can do is twitch his fingers but it’s enough. Hailey brushes against his hand, taking hold of it when he doesn’t show any pain.

She does her best to reassure him that’s his safe, that paramedics are coming; tells him that Austin is getting the book thrown at him.

She’s surprised when he starts talking, choking out the name of the patrolman who’d been injured during his abduction.

“Officer Tanika is going to be just fine.” she promises him. “You did good getting him help so quickly. He had a pretty serious concussion.”

He passes out not long after that, just as the paramedics rush up to them.

She’s trying not to panic but it’s hard.

She’d seen the video these guys had sent to Austin. Even less than a minute of the beating that he’d taken has her worried and she knows it had gone on a lot longer than that.

The worry doesn’t even start to lift until nearly four days later when his eyes finally flicker open.

He still can’t talk because of the ventilator or really move but she’ll take just having his blue-green eyes open and staring back at her, his hand tightly squeezing hers.

“Welcome back.” she says, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. “I missed you.”

He just blinks at her.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

She smiles. Everyone always jokes about the way that they can have entire conversations with their eyes and she’s sure they’ll have plenty of those as his lungs continue to heal.

But this is a little more straightforward than that.

“I love you too.”

[avalon-gardens]

Angel Face Book 2 Ch. 2

She's got a following, OK.

So idk if I mentioned it before but I'm modeling these entries after the Transmetropolitan Series it's a comic book series made by DC and Vertigo Comics. It's written by Warren Ellis and they have hilarious intros to each comic. Now, I'm not saying that my intros are hilarious, comedy isn't my strong suit, but I try to be friends with you dear readers because that comic series had that feel to it before each new comic. Angel Face differs from Transmetropolitan because the main character in that comic series is an anarachist reporter and it's set in the future. Angel Face, on the other hand, is set in the 2000's and it revolves around a girl who is trying to get out ahead from a bad situation. Last time we saw Angel Face she had Joey Burgers an owner of a very popular burger joint in the hood simpin all over her. The girl's Only This is taking off last I heard she was charging $500 for face-time calls. I mean can we get a discount code or something out here. The girl has a following, OK.

Angel Face is stripping off her white bikini in front of her phone's selfie cam. She's only in her panties and her decorative bunny ears headband. She finishes the video by blowing a kiss to the camera. She pushes her hair back out of her face. Her choppy hair bob has grown an inch and now includes a blonde highlights. Angel Face checks her Only This account and sees that it has taken off. She currently has a balance of $3500. She also sees that her current top contributor is Joey Burgers with $2000. Not bad for only a week on the platform. She picks up her phone and puts on her velvet robe. She hears a doorbell and walks out to the living room to let Tracy in. Tracy is Escrow's third girlfriend/roommate. Tracy met Escrow at a nightclub. She was an Asian girl who was on her way to a successful medical career until Escrow convinced her to strip because it could make her more money. Money didn't really interest Tracy. She came from a rich family she could fuck off her whole life and still have family members who would rescue her and set her up no matter what happened. Tracy had long hair and pink highlights petite but a great waist. Tracy drove a pink Subaru hatchback and fetishized ghetto boys. She met Escrow two years ago and moved in right away. Tracy had recently left to Japan to visit her parents who had a vacation home out there and now she was back. Angel Face let Tracy in and helped her with the luggage. Tracy sets her purse down on her bed. She asks Angel Face how she's doing. "I'm doing good just taking it easy. It's been a lazy morning so far." Angel Face tells Tracy. Tracy immediately changes her attitude once she starts talking to Angel Face about Escrow. "How has Escrow been?" Tracy asks Angel Face. "Good. I had to go on a date with his boss just the other day" Angel Face tells Tracy. "Joey Burgers? That guy's gross. I hope he didn't touch you" Tracy tells Angel Face. "He didn't. He's actually pretty nice but I didn't like Escrow using a date with me for a couple vacation days" Angel Face says. Tracy lets out a big laugh. "Well as long as Escrow isn't taking you out on any dates I'm ok with it. Come on you're ok. You said so yourself" Tracy answers. Angel Face makes a pouting face and returns to her room and slams the door. "What?!" Tracy yells out.

[newsbites]

News from Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada, 18 July.

A 64-year-old man from St. John's was killed in a two-vehicle crash involving an SUV and a motorhome in the Goulds area of St. John's.

The driver of the motorhome, a 58-year-old woman, was seriously injured and taken to the hospital.

The police are urging anyone with dash cam footage of the area prior to the crash to come forward to assist in the ongoing investigation.

2. A 77-year-old man died in a single-vehicle motorcycle crash on the TCH near Soldier's Pond.

The driver was the only person involved in the accident and was pronounced dead at the scene.

The investigation is ongoing, and the office of the chief Medical Examiner has been notified.

3. A driver is without their motorcycle after being caught traveling nearly twice the speed limit. RNC clocked the machine going 173 km/h in a 90 km/h zone on Robert E Howlett Memorial Drive. The driver was ticketed and the motorcycle seized.

4. A man has been arrested after an unusual incident in downtown St. John's last night. A drunken man jumped into the back seat of a passing convertible. RNC located the vehicle charged the 24 year old with causing a disturbance, resisting arrest, assaulting a peace officer, breach of court orders and breach of probation. The man was released with a future court date [per VOCM].

5. Holy Trinity High in Torbay has suffered significant damage from vandalism, including broken windows and graffiti.

The estimated cost of the damage is around $10,000, which the English School District will cover for necessary repairs before the school year starts.

The Royal Newfoundland Constabulary (RNC) is currently investigating the incident and will be monitoring the area to prevent future vandalism.

6. Politicians are expressing concerns about the limited availability of water bombers in Newfoundland and Labrador, leaving the province vulnerable to wildfires.

The shortage of aircraft and crews is exacerbated by the high volume of wildfires outside the province, making it unlikely for other provinces to provide assistance.

The union which represents forestry firefighters, says the province would not have the capacity to properly respond to a situation which developed in central Newfoundland last year. NAPE president Jerry Earle says only one water bomber was available on the weekend, but government waited too long to address concerns raised by the union about a shortage of aircraft pilots and ground crews. He says recruitment and retention of the water bomber fleet should have been put to bed before the fire season not during [per VOCM].

The government should consider increasing compensation for pilots and adopting more flexible policies regarding their time off.

7. Earlier this month, a dog in Quebec was rescued after being left outside in a crate for 48 hours during a heat wave.

Now, a local veterinarian in St John's wants to make sure that people are going about things the right way.

For some dog owners, the first instinct may be to pour icy cold water on their dogs or lay a really cold towel across them. However, veterinarian Maggie Brown Berry warns against this and says that it may do more harm than good.

She explains that dogs don't cool themselves down like humans. They cool down by panting. They also have sweat glands on their paws. The problem is when people suggest sort of going for freezing cold or ice being applied to the the dogs that they think are overheating is that actually causes the small skin vessels on the surface to shrink and move the heat more internally. So they might feel cooler on the surface, but internally there's still overheating. So it kind of can definitely make the situation worse. It also can be bad to bring their body temperature down too quickly. [Per VOCM].

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