#with each match up having at least one green unit

[oh-cool-a-burning-sword]

This year's AHR banner in a nutshell

I wish anyone pulling on this banner good luck

you're gonna need it.

[vyingeyes]

I believe in my heart of hearts that there are five clones per squad in Star Wars. Yes, I am using Domino Squad as my lone supporting evidence. They are arguably the most definitive example of a standard CT squad we get (at least in the TCW show).

According to Wookieepedia, though, this does not add up. The wiki claims that each corps had 36,864 troopers to be led. This, notably, does not divide by 5. It does divide by 4, but why would Domino Squad be the outlier? I find it much easier to justify why the canonical 4-trooper squads (specifically the Bad Batch and Delta Squad) would have 4 members rather than a "standard" 5. And contrary to all of this, the wiki purports the idea of each squad having nine members. Which... Yes, that adds up, but the idea of ALL THREE OF THE AFOREMENTIONED SQUADS being outliers somehow drives me up the wall.

Instead, I propose a corps of 40,960 troopers. Each corps has 16 regiments (each being 2,560 troopers). Each regiment has 4 battalions (of 640 troopers), and each battalion has 4 companies (individually 160 troopers). This is where we get into the units that we're more familiar with—such as Ghost Company and Torrent Company. Breaking the companies up gives us 4 platoons, such as the one headed by Waxer. Here is where I step out again from the trenches of division and multiplication.

I want a division between Platoons and Squads. This is where my "Units" come in. A unit is two squads squished together. Unlike a squad or a platoon, which are static, a unit might be a combination of clones best suited for the assignment at hand. Units would be referred to as their squad names combined (ie "Green-Crown Unit", "Orbit-Nexu Unit") and the mix-and-match nature would allow skills to be better distributed for the needs of the clones within. You could pair a squad with a medic with a squad that's going to be under heavy fire, or a squad with a heavy gunner can be put with a squad that needs to be covered while they try to help retrieve the wounded from the field.

There would be two "heads" of a unit, since each squad would have a single squad lead. Rather than pick between the two, they would be expected to work together and coordinate their squad members together.

A platoon would be 4 units, or 40 troopers in total.

[wikagirl]

allrighty buckos here is the breakdown of how I measure stuff via zer0 that nobody asked for. This is purely for entertainment purposes so you may witness my insanity, there is probably an easier way to do this. Also warning: I'm german so I use x,y insead of x.y for decimals except for feet and inches stuff because I have to copy that shit from a calculator website because that shit don't make sense to me

Needlessly detailed and probably also overly complicated explanation below the cut.

Example of the day: fl4k

We know that zer0 is cannonically 0,0193 hectometers aka 193cm aka 1,93m aka 6′ 3.9843″ tall from their official bio so let's get a screeny of the bingus and start mathing

each one of these red lines is 1x zer0s head and yes I chopped some off the top because this is halfassed but it is what it is. I put the lines slighty ajar from eachother so you can see where they start and end and from this we can tell that zer0 is around 6,5 heads tall meaining that their head is ~30cm (193/6,5 = 29,69)

Now if we shuffle that over onto fl4k, at fitst glance it might look like they are the same height. also yes I made this image brighter a bit because sanctuary 3 do be kinda dark innit?

but we also need to keep in mind that they have the posture of a middleaged gremlin going through a midlife crisis so, if we want something more accurate we gotta make ourselves a nother ruler, in this case the distance between their chin and the top edge of their optic

and now we can use that measuring stick to scale an image where they actually stand up straight appropriately. I yoinked this one from the official cosplay guide and simply slaced it until the distance between their chin and their optic was matching the green line

and badda bing badda boom they are actually a bit more than 7 zer0-heads tall meaning that they are around 0,0210 ectometers aka 210cm aka 2,10m 6′ 10.67″

ANY WHY WAS I TRYING TO FIGURE ALL OF THIS SHIT OUT???

210 = 100%

2,1 = 1%

80/2,1 = 38,095 -> ~38,1

100/2,1 = 47,619 -> ~47,62

Conclusion: Nug, without antenna, is around 38% of Fl4ks full height and with antenna around 47%

also yes I checked if zer0s height changed in comparison to other characters we know like moxxi or ellie and in comparison to them by taking screenys of fl4k next to them and sclaing them all to match next to a screeny of fl4k and zer0 ant let me tell you, it has not, at least not worth mentioning as minor changes in height are always goin to happen when a character gets a new look and hairdo but I will not lead you through all that shit too because I might aswell start writing a book about zer0 as a measuring unit by that point

however

rhys appears to have grown a bit.

[noxtms]

❝   AND NOW, AN EXCITING ANNOUNCEMENT FROM OUR LEADING SPORTS COMMENTATOR, MURPHY MCNULLY ! ... KRZZT ... is this thing on? is it- oops, apologies- hello, listeners ! my name is murphy mcnully, leading sports commentator here on the wizarding wireless network and the lucky quidditch fanatic tasked with breaking the best of news ! in a one of a kind charity quidditch match, public figures with a passion for the sport and professional players alike will be going head to head against each other, each for a good cause ! the hogsmeade hippogriffs, wearing green and sponsored by the wwn, madam rosmerta of the three broomsticks and eulalia karkaroff will be playing under the guidance of fabius watkins of the montrose magpies and raising money for st mungo's hospital ! the diagon dragons, wearing red and sponsored by the daily prophet, edmund weasley of the lion & the snitch and antonin karkaroff, will be overseen by brevis birch of the tutshill tornados and raising money for the howl at the moon welfare group ! team lineups are set to be announced over the course of this week, and the match will be held at the burren quidditch grounds on friday the 1st of march at 6pm, with the wwn providing exclusive commentary ! tickets go up on sale today for a base fee of 5 galleons, and organisers promise a perfect family event with entertainment both on AND off the pitch ! that's all from me, back to the studio- ... KRZZT ... ❞

WHO, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE :

the idea started small. the first person to float it envisioned a few local quidditch players on a local quidditch pitch, tickets for a galleon and a tacky, plastic trophy enchanted to sing something annoying for the winning team to take home. they didn't know it at the time, but someone at that meeting knew someone who knew someone, and eventually, their idea for something small to raise some humble funds for some good causes snowballed into something much, much larger. by the time the minister of magic and his wife pledged their personal funds to sponsor a team each and some BIG NAMES in the industry had started to reply postively to their owls, the group organising the game had realised they were going to need to do something truly spectacular to make it worth everyone's time - and against all odds, they've managed it. the HOGSMEADE HIPPOGRIFFS are sponsored by eulalia karkaroff, madam rosmerta of the three broomsticks and the wizarding wireless network. they'll be playing in green and under the guidance of fabius watkins of the montrose magpies, and all the money that they raise is going to st mungo's hospital.

CHASER: ginevra weasley, holyhead harpies.

CHASER: alicia spinnet, public figure.

CHASER: rolanda hooch, public figure.

BEATER: seamus finnigan, public figure.

BEATER: oliver wood, puddlemere united.

KEEPER: arturo de la rosa, public figure.

SEEKER: regulus black, public figure.

the DIAGON DRAGONS, on the other hand, are sponsored by antonin karkaroff, edmund weasley of the lion & the snitch and the daily prophet. they'll be playing in red and are under the guidance of brevis birch of the tutshill tornados, and all of the money that they raise is going to the howl at the moon welfare group, where it'll go to werewolves in need.

CHASER: marcus flint, falmouth falcons.

CHASER: draco malfoy, public figure.

CHASER: angelina johnson, public figure.

BEATER: nikolai karkaroff, public figure.

BEATER: viktor krum, bulgarian national team.

KEEPER: edmund weasley, public figure.

SEEKER: tempest clearwater, holyhead harpies.

neither team will be entering the league, of course, but the wix on each have gotten a hell of a lot of good press in the last couple of weeks for taking the time out of their busy lives to partake - regardless of the key fact that no one on either team actually chose which team they were going to be placed on. THAT was all down to the luck of the draw, quite literally. so many people answered the call that they ultimately got pulled out of an actual hat - or at least, that's what organisers are going to be saying in the opening interviews with the wwn. a few of the participants might've had an edge on many of the others, but for the most part, they managed to do it fairly. the burren quidditch grounds themselves aren't used for much outside of the quidditch league, but are kept maintained year round by a dedicated staff. the sports department of the ministry of magic organised everything down to the ministry ran security, the surrounding campgrounds and which wixen businesses, exactly, got invited to set up food and beverage booths for the duration of the event. wix could buy low level tickets for 5 galleons apiece with the prices increasing, depending on how high the rows are ( or how private the area is ). camping spaces for anyone who wants to stay overnight - be it because it justifies the traveling or because they want to stay for the rowdy post match celebrations - can be rented for an additional fee, though wix also have the choice of booking a room at any of the surrounding muggle towns. it started small, but by the time march 1st rolled around, the charity quidditch game between the hogsmeade hippogriffs and diagon dragons has already put itself in the history books !

OUT OF CHARACTER :

our first ever - and i'm sure a lot of people set to benefit from the generosity of the organisers hope one of many - charity quidditch game hits the dash and takes us back to ireland ! the burren quidditch grounds were last used for the 2020 uk & ireland quidditch final and is a pitch that a few of our players are overly familiar with, given that the holyhead harpies were the winners of that particular league ( though non players in either game might remember the hangovers they nursed in the days following the win, with the surrounding grounds being party central night of ) ! quidditch mightn't be everyone's cup of tea, but there's no denying the fun to be found in the build up to a big game or the fun to be had after it's all said and done, with one team celebrationg their win and the other commiserating their loss ! even if the point of this particular game is to raise money for two good causes, there's nothing that says people can't have a good time while doing it. you're welcome to throw anyone in wherever you'd like, with the first half of our event covering the pre game and our second half - to be led into at the end of the first week - covering the afters !

this event starts with the posting of this message and will run for two weeks, ending on the 18th of march, though it will transition to the celebration half of the quidditch match on the 10th ! you'll be reminded in the discord, when this happens !

no character is required to attend this event and you are not required to take part, but you are heavily encouraged to find a reason to do so ! whether your character is into sports or not, the social aspect of the game and the following celebrations are not to be denied !

both halves of this event will be hybrid, and starters can be posted on the dash or in the discord depending on your preference ! if you're hitting the dash, you can tag with nox.event040 and nox.charitygame ! the location for anyone who tags it is the burren, ireland.

if you have any questions or concerns, please do not hesitate to message the main, and just give this post a like once you’ve read it !

[irenespring]

House MD Drag Race Simulation Week 5: The Snatch Game!

Why did my screenshot not capture the name of maxi challenge on the day of the most iconic maxi challenge? For the uninitiated reading this, the Snatch Game is an impersonation contest in the format of the game show The Match Game.

Because the simulator randomly assigns Snatch Game characters to each contestant, I didn't screenshot them, as many were extremely dicey (black celebrity impersonations assigned to white contestants, for example). The Snatch Game is where my computer reset and lost progress, and the first time it did assign House to do Gypsy Rose Blanchard which is just messed up and tactless enough that I think it does actually fit what he would do. So we can keep that one.

Here are my (likely terrible) ideas for the others (tell me your ideas in tags/replies!):

Masters: Elizabeth Blackwell (the first female doctor given a medical license in the United States). It flopped because she memorized a handful of jokes about feminism and couldn't figure out where to take it from there. Once it became clear she was losing she couldn't recover. At one point she couldn't even write a response to Ru's question.

Wilson: Taylor Swift. Thought he could translate House's myriad of jokes about Wilson's and Taylor's dramatic breakups into an impression that would be hip with the youths. Was very, very wrong. So wrong it will go down in Drag Race herstory as an iconic mandatory-watching performance.

Cuddy: Barbara Streisand. Not an inspired pick but she did okay. Mostly was kept out of boring territory for giving Wilson acting notes during the challenge.

Chase: Courtney Act (Australian Drag Race competitor from season 6). His impersonation was spot on but it's understood to be a mistake to do past Drag Race competitors and he ran out of mannerisms to make a joke out of. He's lucky Masters and Wilson flopped so hard.

Thirteen: Taylor Swift. Once she saw Wilson was doing Taylor, and heard his impression, she switched to Taylor because she knew she could do a better one-- which would at least put her into safe territory. A vicious strategic move that will be remembered and studied. Her Taylor Swift was secretly enacting a master plan to win the United States Presidency and take over the world. She brought a prop of a binder to show a fake agreement between her and the CIA to use mass-market music for mind control. She pointed to Wilson's Taylor and said that they switched to that plan because the cloning experiment was an abject failure, just look at how off her clone was.

Foreman: Marjorie Taylor Greene. He knew everyone expected him to be monotone and wanted to show the judges "flexibility." His completely batshit insane acting impressed everyone. In the werk room he said he would just be imitating House.

House: His Gypsy Rose Blanchard was dark, line-crossing, and borderline in very bad taste. It resulted in So Much Twitter Discourse. This was the episode where the producers made him talk about his parents. In context, some of his darker jokes were excused. Seeing how Ru accepted Trixie Mattel's audition tape to be on the show even though her proposed Snatch Game character was Anne Frank, the bad taste argument still wouldn't have stopped him from winning.

Additional commentary:

House has been studying Drag Race after losing the first quiz challenge to Masters. It paid off, and he was even more of an asshole about it than usual to cover for Feelings around the whole "produces making him do the backstory reveal" thing.

Wilson's Taylor Swift was so bad even House tried to gently talk him out of it. House and Thirteen's alliance was threatened by him subconsciously being displeased that she was making a strategic move against Wilson. They survived because in the end he was proud of her for her evil.

Untucked is wild this episode. "Shadying" is not a word. What exactly are Wilson and Thirteen planning on doing to Cuddy?

Wilson tried to make one of his Serious Psychology Arguments about House only going after Foreman's makeup skills because Foreman's comment about acting like him to be Marjorie Taylor Greene hurt his feelings. House responded by saying that in regards to Foreman's mockery, he was going to shake it off and singing the chorus of the song off-key.

All the judges thought Masters had actually walked off out of humiliation, which hinted to them that maybe they did need to send her home.

Wilson and Cuddy are no longer friends because he thinks she sabotaged him by going after him during the Snatch Game.

[bylerisrequited]

thoughts on byler going together for senior prom?

this might be a long response LOL but bare with me,

okay so i think that jonathan and joyce would help will get ready, and he'd be wearing something similar to his snow ball outfit. mike would be the one picking him up so he'd have to frantically make sure he looks good while waiting for him to arrive lol.

el would be getting ready with max, since max decided to come over and help her get ready. el would see will's nervousness and would reassure him by telling him that he looks amazing and that mike will love him no matter how he's dressed. will would ease up a bit but still be nervous, el would laugh and ask him to help her get ready some more with max (willelmax trio unite)!

mike would be NERVOUS asf and nancy would have to yell at him at least once because of how crazy he's being. she'd help him with his hair and his outfit, a basic black suit. nancy helped mike pick out the corsages for him and will, green carnations, mike & will's flower. mike would then, after nervously checking his hair and pacing every two seconds, drive over to the byers-hopper house so he can pick up will, el, and max.

hopper would answer the door, shooting violent glares at mike while also being extremely happy for him and will. hopper would give mike the "if you hurt him, i'll kill you" speech while they both wait for the three to finish.

when will (and el & max) finally come down, mike would completely forget about everyone except will. mike would have the biggest lovesick expression in the world (think of the van look) and he wouldn't know how to respond. will would walk up to him and compliment how he looks while blushing like an idiot because of the way mike is looking at him. mike's brain would finally catch up to him and he'd compliment will while giving him his matching green carnation, mike would also pin it on will and they'd steal glances at each other for those few seconds.

when they all get to the prom, they'd all meet the rest of the party there, they'd all dance together for a few hours. eventually a slow song would start playing and everyone but mike and will would have gone and danced with someone. they're both super nervous at this point and don't really know what to do. mike would then come up with a plan, he'd gently grab will's hand and pull him away from the auditorium. they'd walk to a classroom nearby, where the can still somewhat hear the music from the auditorium. will would be confused but would still go along with what mike is doing, because he trusts him completely.

mike would then suggest that they share a slow dance together, in the classroom, because they can't in the auditorium and mike wants it to be special for will. they'd start slow dancing while looking in each others eyes in the most loving way ever. they'd both be blushing like crazy and they'd start giggling because why not?

there are a lot of obvious lip glances during this slow dance too. mike would make the first move and ask, "can i kiss you?" in the softest way possible. will would smile and nod slightly, all while slowly leaning in at the same time as mike.

they'd share the sweetest kiss ever (you can interpret this as their first kiss or just another kiss if you want), and after they break apart they'd smile and laugh and blush and then will would just rest his head on mike's shoulder. they'd continue dancing like that until they feel like going back to their friends. and the night continues smoothly and it's filled with laughter and great memories.

this is a long ass concept but i wouldn't be mad if someone made this into a fic 👀

[theimprobabledreamersworld]

Let Me Show You Who You Really Are.

I’ve been very burnt out from writing, but I once again saw a dialogue on Tik Tok and I came up with this! I might make this into a longer story, who knows!

Remus and Logan :)

Writing taglist: @red-imeanblue @lost-in-thought-20 @psychedelicships @the-duke-of-nuts @diamondwind99

No warnings except for swearing :)

Let Me Show You Who You Really Are

The city of Embercrest was built on the banks of a carefully crafted harbor and was truly an evergrowing urban phenomenon. Its beauty was matched by the backdrop of clear blue skies which had helped shape the city to what it was today.

The skyline was littered with various skyscrapers. Parks and gardens were flourishing in Embercrest and it had attracted a lot of attention. What historically was a city of monotony had grown into a fusion of everything and it's this that united everyone to this day.

Everyone except two clearly rival companies that sat mere meters away from one another. Both constantly promoting themselves and desperately trying to shame the other. Despite their grievances, they were the main reason behind the prosperity of the city. Azure-Tech focused on energy, creating affordable and powerful energy to power the city and advance it well beyond its years. The Knight Corporation concentrated on technology, developing new ways to heal illnesses and support the practical needs of the city.

Azure-Tech had received word of a new and supposedly impressive technology coming from The Knight Corporation that could potentially put them out business. As Remus stood outside the majestic Knight Corporation skyscraper, he sighed and cursed his father under his breath for forcing him to come and spy on the competition. He didn’t give a shit about the business, he wanted to develop his own technology. He ran a hand through his spiked green hair and took his first step through the already open glass doors.

Remus gave his name, well his fake name, and was immediately ushered around. He had to try and not look bewildered when the girl gave him a map and sent him on his way. Do they have no fucking concept of security?? His father would go bat-shit crazy if random strangers were allowed to roam his company unsupervised. He was confused though, does this mean that they had nothing to hide?

He walked around all of the corridors and marvelled at all of the gadgets being tested. Each piece of technology was more glamorous and adventurous than the previous one. At least Remus finally understood what his father was banging on about when it came to him constantly talking about the approval ratings not falling in their favour. Remus shook his head, knowing that he was getting distracted. As he walked up yet another flight of stairs, he noticed that this floor was a lot quieter, almost peaceful.

The large oak doors were closed, but Remus still rattled the doors anyway just to see if any of them would kindly open for him. In his frustration, he kicked one of them with his chunky black boots before noticing that one door at the very end of the corridor was cracked open ever so slightly. With a small smirk, he walked cockily to the door and pushed it open, hoping to find the elusive technology they were working on. Remus scowled in disappointment when it was a plain, well organised office.

He hurriedly searched around, desperately looking on the table and in the drawers to see if there was any information he could take back to his father, but the only thing that really caught his eye with the large whiteboard.

The complex equation took a hold of the entire board; letters, numbers and symbols written in different colours consumed the space, and it seemed to be incomplete. Remus studied it carefully before he took a pen stored under the board and scoffed as he finished the equation off.

‘Fucking amateurs…’ He thought to himself as he wrote. He was so consumed with what he was doing that he didn’t notice another man leaning against the doorframe until he heard a soft cough from behind him. Remus jumped and clutched his chest as the other man chuckled.

“Oh. I do hope I’m not interrupting.” Remus recognised him immediately as Logan Knight, the CEO. He backed away as Logan stepped closer. The tin pin on Logan’s freshly pressed three-piece suit glinted in the sunlight, he held his hand out for Remus to shake. As Remus hesitated before shaking it back, he noticed that Logan was far too interested in the sight behind Remus.

An awkward silence filled the room as Logan stared at the large board. Remus watched as Logan’s eyes widened in shock as the equation had been neatly answered. His eyes darted between Remus and the board before he finally spoke.

“How did you do that?” He enquired with curiosity dancing in his tone.

“What?” Remus looked around trying to look confused at Logan’s question. Logan raised an eyebrow in return.

“How did you solve that equation in the thirty seconds that I was out of the room?” Remus shrugged, desperately trying not to be proud of the fact that he had impressed the head of his rival company, his father always just dismissed him.

“I don’t know… I just did.” Remus retorted in a dismissive tone, that equation was incredibly easy after all.

“You just… did it?” Logan remarked sarcastically as Remus nodded, trying so hard to not show how proud he was to be noticed.

“What were your test results? From the mandatory aptitude tests?” Remus was caught off guard, he watched as Logan examined the equation and followed the notes made in a book on his desk. The impressed look never leaving his face until he looked at Remus again, he had forgotten that he had been asked a question.

“I didn’t… pass.” Remus muttered, even he wasn’t convinced by that lie.

“I don’t think so.” Logan replied, not missing a beat.

“What?” Remus asked yet again, the nerves starting to sweep into his voice as Logan slowly put the notebook down and took sweeping steps towards Remus.

“I think you’re lying to me, Remus Azure,” Logan spoke in a hushed voice, leaning slightly closer to Remus, “and you should come and work for me.” His tone combined with the burning fire in his eyes made Remus gulp before he scurried out of the room without a word, listening to Logan chuckle once more as he made his escape. As he reached the outside of the building, Remus took some deep breaths as he realised that Logan knew who he was immediately, before he headed back to his father with everything he was able to uncover, one thought stayed in his mind.

Logan’s offer was sounding far too tempting for Remus’ liking.

[steviewashere]

Current WIP Snippet (Based on Friends and also A Little Life by Tanya Yanagihara)

There is an apartment complex on the outskirts of Hawkins. Most floor plans mapped, spotted, with two bedrooms and one full bathroom—sometimes two if you were especially lucky. They weren’t anything special. Dingy, stained, plastered from head to toe in off-white interior paint that would never match the original state of any wall. But, it was cheap. And the kitchen had enough cabinets for two people’s food and an entire dish set. The living room had a ceiling fan that would rotate counter-clockwise one day and be only a source of light the next. Then there was the windows—facing brick walls or speckled green grass, they opened on their own accord (which was happened upon like a coin toss on summer days), and if you dreamed it, there’d be a screen. Otherwise, there were pests and each unit had an infestation at one point or the faucets in both the kitchen and bathroom(s) would drip or a resident would have a coughing fit, which meant in turn, everybody would evacuate to Holiday Inn or Motel 8 or The Lucky Dragon (an exclusive to Hawkins) while each unit would be tested for black mold. If you were the luckiest, you’d get to go back to “comfort” before anybody else.

Around the corner, couple blocks down, was a Chinese restaurant. Often in the same state of dilapidation as the complex, but at least there was food. Greasy food. The cheapest thing on the menu was the breaded chicken and the easiest thing to sip was the ginseng tea. It was the place to be on a dime, it was the place you went to if you were too hungover to remember an entire pizza order.

On Saturdays, the older gentleman at the restaurant’s counter would welcome in the same group. Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley and Eddie Munson and Nancy Wheeler—special occasions also brought Jonathan Byers and his stoned out friend, Argyle. But it was always the similar rotation and their pale faces with deep-set eye bags and rough chuckles and darting eyes. Them and their various states of drunk or stoned or half-asleep, half-awake or grim or jittery. Preppy polo and bomber jacket and blue denim vest and floral skirt. The same, while also being drastically different. It’s Nancy that orders and Steve who pays and Robin who rambles and Eddie who’s laugh seems to jostle the plastic covered table.

Their orders are all the same: breaded chicken, sweet and sour sauce for dipping, ginseng tea, ice water, and the fortune cookie that they all took to heart. Eddie always ate the fastest. And Nancy was the slowest. Robin was the messiest, but Steve wasn’t neat either—however, he did make sure all the dishes were stacked and garbage never went to water cups at the edge of the table. They tipped well, always shouted their thank you, and made an easy trip back to the complex.

Nancy and Robin shared a top floor unit. While Steve and Eddie had a first level unit. Stacked atop one another. Though, they went in and out.

Robin almost always snuck in at two in the morning, cracked Eddie’s door open to watch him breathe, shut it gently with one hand on the knob and the other on the jamb, and then tip-toed to Steve’s room where she barely shook his shoulder and told him to scooch just a tad over and nestled herself to his right side. He accepted this routine, ran his fingers timidly yet somehow soothingly through her hair, and held the hand that was always cold over his stomach. She drooled onto his pillow. And he snored noisily enough and clumsily enough to shake her whole being. Then, there was Nancy who waited until seven the same morning, rolled up her sleeves, and made scrambled eggs that stuck to Steve’s only non-stick pan. She set the table—as she had been raised to do—with heavy plates filled with toast and eggs and banana slices, a chilled glass of orange juice set to the side of each one. Her small feet would barely thump against the carpet as she padded down the hallway, knocking briefly on Eddie’s door with a quiet announcement of breakfast, but since Steve and Robin were somehow the heaviest sleepers, she would make the few strides over to the bed, jostle their shoulders, and smooth their hair down with the same announcement—louder, but not impolite.

Eddie is always the first to the dining table. The thing, small and round, barely big enough for two plates let alone four, but just cozy enough to make do. It was always clean, usually wiped down at the end of each week (Friday) or cleaner if Steve woke up some time in the night alone. Mail never went to the center, as it was when Eddie still lived in the Forest Hills trailer park with his uncle, but instead went to the nearest kitchen counter. Bills and paper checks and pizza coupons wondrously stacked in the junction between what could’ve been a bar-stooled island and the counter closest to the electric stovetop. Though he ate fast at dinner, at the restaurant, on lunch breaks, he savored breakfast. First meal of the day, surrounded by a few of his favorite people, all passing around the same jug of juice and new nuggets of gossip from either community college classes or short-term job placements. Sometimes they complained about the soreness of their backs, in which one would offer to massage or bring Tylenol for, or they complained about what one of their kid-friends did. If Nancy’s brother, Mike, was being the same oblivious dipshit as he was woefully capable of doing. Or if Steve’s bounded by trauma siblings, Dustin and Max respectfully, were sunnier than yesterday’s morning or if they were unfortunately just as gloomy. Eddie could tell you information about Dustin, or Jonathan Byers’ brother, Will, but not his sister El (Ellie, if Eddie was feeling especially keen). And Robin wasn’t too aware of what was happening amongst those kids, but her and Steve were aware constantly of Lucas Sinclair and his sister, Erica, but only through any one of the other kids previously mentioned. They were tight-knit and codependent in several unhealthy ways. But they were family and they enjoyed each other’s company and these breakfasts were the easiest way of doing check-ins, unless people were otherwise called, or had called before they had the ability to scarf down some eggs.

Now, Steve was the last at the dining table. Always. His morning routine before eating never changed. And for good reason, too. He stretched his arms out, allowing Robin to roll away from his body heat and towards the closest bathroom. His feet fluttered uselessly, rubbing against each other like cricket legs, savoring in the feeling of his own skin—never one to wear socks to bed, unless it was winter, he always kept as hot as possible even if he was the warmest thing in the room. A quick, deep breath in. And as it blew out, he hesitantly cracked open one eye. Testing the waters, really, to see if he’d attracted a full-blown migraine attack in his sleep. It wasn’t always that his head pulsed, but it was often enough to gauge that 3/7 days of the week would be pre-occupied with gulping down prescribed medications and fumbling with the threadbare curtains he’d bought from the thrift store and raising the comforter back over his head. If he didn’t make it to the dining table, Eddie would quickly wipe his hands on a nearby napkin, rise from his chair, pop his back, and bring to Steve’s bedroom the following: An extra-strength Tylenol and two ibuprofen (if he was out of his migraine prescription), a glass of tap-cold water, the icepack that Robin’s mother had graciously and kindly gifted to Steve, and a small plate of two plain and buttered toast slices. He’d watch, with rapt attention, as Steve took his medication and ate his food. Talking gently, quietly as to not make matters worse. And rub at the poor guy’s temples until he finally gave-in and passed back out. When Eddie would return to breakfast, Robin and Nancy cleaning up the table, he’d tell them what happened. Robin, bless her, would assure them both that she’d stop by Steve’s professors (if he had classes that day) and let them know of his absence (and they were always understanding, kind, and caring of his nature). Nancy would finish putting away any leftovers, wash her hands, peck both Eddie and Robin on the cheeks, and give them a quick gesture of Call Me with the knowledge that she’d be stuck gathering news for Hawkins Post.

And when Robin would leave for class, Eddie would also savor the quiet of his and Steve’s apartment. Resting back on the couch, book in hand, listening for snuffles, if there were groans, and rarely, if he needed to grab a wastebasket for Steve to upchuck into.

This is their life. And how mundane it is. How wonderfully mundane.

[guideofallthings]

Gonna ramble a bit.. Here are some sightings of oddities and then me fussing over what the United States Of America, the United Nations, and whoever else act as if we don’t matter.

We are the people who shall rise up no matter the time! None of the Heavens or Hells can stop “What Is Life” as WE are THE people! This includes any and all life and maybe even non-living things. This is our home, never forget that… As each beat plays out the march of the driving force of what keeps us going so shall we march Eternally down our path.

The idiots who do this to us probably won’t even understand a type of compressive drive to even initiate their sorry asses to try running away and hide… Oh wait, I forgot… We like Monster Trucks too much, must be why all they can manage is a loud, blaring, complete waste of resources type of outer space vehicular… Wait, no.. It’s just a rocket…. Let’s see how excited these “people who run the world” get when they launch off….

At least my concept of “space travel”, which can travel faster than any rocket at least would do some good and be able to start cleaning this nasty mess that y’all have carelessly flung around and littered throughout outer space.

People don’t disgust me, it’s the ones who have others think of us in a certain way because of the way THEY act.. In good faith you bad asses! Don’t frey, don’t become its prey! Live life as if it’s not your last! Cause…. It may very well may not be..

Tonight on June 2-2023 as I’m watching one of the many planes that I see daily doing their routinely scans. Or not.. One of the very few miscalculations, oops… It was an airliner this time. (Been having unmarked airplanes stalking my “area” for a long time now and they’re here every day, seen multiple times every day.)

I was looking at some of the constellation Scorpius and I have a red laser that acts as a temperature gauge where I logged Antares at a Fahrenheit of 44.4.

I also have a green laser that reaches 1600 miles far and was exploring the Universe with it and noticed that the 6 stars seen from Louisiana, Earth that make up part of Scorpius.

After observing Piscis Austrinus and Grus, or that area, it showed a pattern in the South Eastern part of the sky that had me looking back to the South Western sky, back to Scorpius…

That led me to identifying what seemed to be a design that allowed both to follow the same pattern in a way while maintaining what seemed to be a way of also being almost identical to one another. It was 3 and 3, each making a T like figure, I found an area within Scorpius where there is no star but yet matching the exact Fahrenheit as of Antares that is 44.4, so this would have to be a very miniscule point in the space it travels.

I am writing this around the time, and even of the time of exactly 4:44.

Coincidence or something more?

The star of Azaroth is what I want there.

[ΙØĐ]

Picture for a little insight. By the way, a LOT of weird stuff like this has been going on. I can somehow look almost anywhere and find life or something… I can not tell you how many times I’ve without prior knowledge just know where each and every constellation is, able to point out stars and even (You may call em UFOs but I’ve decided to honor them by calling em celestials instead of aliens, the ones who help us at least.) I guess people who like “covering stuff up” would call it a “star”. Pfft….

It also works with animals, I somehow can just always find something and even to a point where it was on demand.

I also somehow knew when the Universe was aligned in such a way where a constellation or cluster was specifically facing Earth… I logged the Fahrenheit at -22…. Big difference, that was also the 2nd night in a row it happened where I know for a fact, for some reason I knew where it was and used an app to confirm it..

In the place of what was there the night before was now something new, a Beehive Cluster.. Don’t know too much about those but I bet they have lots of life..

With that little bit said and with there being a whole lot more that’s been going on in my life, which has been a war since December, or even before it of the year 2020.

I don’t have to find peace, happiness, love, reason, or anything as I am quite literally one of the most content people in existence possibly.

Choose the right path, you won’t regret it and this has nothing to do with any kind of belief…

Even if you do have a belief, (or not) simply do them proud. Be who you wanna be, stand up for what is right, and let’s get it.

I’m open to talk to anybody and everybody about anything and everything. I consider myself a friend to all religions, practices, etc and even try working with them.

Let your imagination enjoy itself, anything may be possible.

I love life and [most] of you.. Hahaha. Imagine meeting spirits one day and they’re all evil so instead of saying I love you to the good ones you just look over and spout, “I hate you.”

Enjoy life and live free from tyranny.

Any cover ups lately? I think one is happening here actually.. Been hacked for over 3 years now.. Try arguing about my mental awareness…

It may be the imposters trying to run our lives. A lot of weird stuff has been happening lately… I am currently in something I have no clue about and it was terrible.. Until I learned about LIFE!!!

Living life, watch out or you’ll become my wife, or maybe you’ll just be full of strife… [That’s how happy I am and no I’m not on drugs, I literally just sung that out loud and had fun so decided to post it as well.]

Right, I don’t know who these terrorists are.. The ones that have all of our devices hacked, even the ones that you think that can’t be hacked… It’s probably their fault too, since I witnessed it.

Dunno who you are so you better drag their sorry asses to my house and show me… Who is the enemy, threat, and terrorist that stalks us? You got my whole family hacked, you got me harassed and tortured, almost had me killed a few times… Soooooo… Is it the….. FBI? DoD? Military? Uno, dos, or tres parties involved.. [Noticed them… Been learning a lot about Information Technology lately.. I kind of feel like a genius…]

Who wants to learn about different life forms? You know… Each Star is alive, such as the Universe! They grow and live just like Time.

Earth is alive and even has guests that we are not aware about! They’re my friends apparently…

[Yeah, discover what satellites, electronic weaponry, waves, radiations, etc can all do. You might get hacked in a way you didn’t know existed.]

I remember a friend talking about something in the DNS… Domain Name System… Yeah, you little pathetic “crackers”… You wish you had the privilege of being called a hacker, instead of leading the way you instead become nothing but filth that rots your own existence away and does nothing but ruin the lives of others…

I’m still waiting for an apology from my government, feds, military, or whoever is involved… [The fact that you allowed your country..: YOUR PEOPLE! to have this fall upon them is a disgrace to you, everything you stand for, and if I didn’t feel so bad for your ancestors I’d say your entire ancestry as well.]

What a nice rant.

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AiHello AutoPilot Machine Learning Upgrade. Part 1

Upgrading AiHello AutoPilot Machine Learning Infrastructure As a part of iterative process to improve the bid forecast process and help improve sales while also reducing ad costs, we will be experimenting with new algorithms that not only can be more accurate but it can also provide faster responses on sparse data. This will allow our software to start providing accurate forecasts with just few days of data as opposed to the current infrastructure where we need at least 60 days of data before it can make reasonable forecasts. - Introduction of Data Two data tables were used for this analysis: 1) keyword historical sales and bids. (primary table) and 2) user and campaign information (currency information). The keyword-report contains 7 million records containing cost, sales, impressions, clicks over days. After combining the campaign information, all costs and sales are converted into USD currency, The basic cleaning process is: 1) clean keyword text, 2) drop empty keyword text, 3) sum up sales, cost, click, impression for each keyword with the same match type and campaign id on a single day, 4) remove records with 0 click (no method to calculate CPC). After the basic cleaning, CPC is calculated by cost/click; ACOS is calculated by cost/sales (=20 if sales = 0); CTR is calculated by clicks/impressions, CR is calculated by unit/clicks. Then the distributions of the data are summarized in Fig. 2. As highlighted, the differences between min and max are huge, which will affect the performance of the model in the future, so the data are normalized before inputting into machine learning models. Fig. 1: Data Flow Fig. 2: Summary of descriptive statistics of data   - EDA (Exploratory data analysis) 2.1 Influences from match types There are three types of amazon ad match types: 1) broad (keyword is matched to a user’s search term if all the keywords are present in it) , 2) exact (keyword is matched to user’s search terms if it is an exact match of the keyword), and 3) phrase (keyword is matched to a user’s search term if the keywords are present in the same order). This section aims to figure out if the match type will influence the sales and cost. As shown in Fig.3, the exact type has highest sales and clicks, and lowest ACOS (green line), which is better than the other two types. Then after counting the number of records in these three types (Fig. 4), most records are about the exact type, indicating that most people consider the exact better than the other two types as well. Fig. 3: Changes of sales, ACOS, CPC, and clicks over time in three match types Fig. 4: Distribution of three match types 2.2 Influences from regions The whole dataset covers the historical records in different regions such as Europe, United States, Canada, etc. Fig. 5 uses currency to represent curves in different regions. As shown, only USD has records from Jan. 2020 to Apr. 2021, records in other countries miss the early records. Also, the shoppers behavior in different regions are varied. For example, British (GBP represented by the purple curve) reached its peak sales in June 2020, and its curve is fluctuated in sales, ACOS, CPC, and clicks, which are quite different from others. In this case, the region can be one of the features for the prediction model. (This could be biased as our marketing efforts varied by region and the data fluctuation can potentially reflect it) Fig. 5: Changes of sales, ACOS, CPC, and clicks over time in 10 regions. Fig. 6: Distribution of ten regions 2.3 CPC evaluation As the target is to predict the future CPC, it’s essential to evaluate the time series data CPC as well. Based on the region evaluation, the records in USD currency have the longest history, so we decided to use USD CPC as the target in this section. Fig. 7 represents the min, max, mean, and mode CPC over the time. The left top corner pic shows a scatter with pretty high CPC (raw zinc at CPC = 110). The value isn’t reliable, so this record is removed, and then get the new pic as shown at the left bottom corner. However, even after removing the bias, curves for min, mode, and mean are almost overlapped and far away from the max curve. It indicates the distribution of the USD CPC is actually a positive skew. This might lead to some problems for the prediction and potential time series modelling. In this case, we tried to log CPC two times and filter out outliers to check if it helps improve the performance of models. Fig. 7: Evaluation of CPC over the time (a) (b) Fig. 8: Distribution of CPC (a) before two times log, and (b) after two times log - Machine Learning Models 3.1 Models Linear regression, random forest, CNN, lasso regression, gradient boost, XGBoost, and LightGBM are selected to predict the future CPC. The input and output are summarized in Fig. 9. The normalized cost, sales, acos, ctr, cr, and averaged values of these parameters are the input; CPC is the output. Both standard and robust scalars are tried to determine which one is better for the models. Fig. 9: Input and output of the models 3.2 Results Fig. 10 summarizes the results generated by different machine learning models with standard scaler or robust scaler. In general, the models with standard scaling have lower RMSE, MSE, and MAE, so the standard scaler performs better than the robust scaler. When comparing standard scaler and twice log transformation, MAE is further reduced by transferring positive skew into normal distribution. When comparing between different models, random forest performs best among the all. Fig. 10 Results of different machine learning models Then we evaluated the worst and best cases of random forest with a standard scaler. As shown in Fig. 11, the model cannot predict high value CPCs pretty well, but it can predict low value CPCs accurately. It might be due to the positive skewness of CPCs. In addition, since the CPCs with higher than 10 values aren’t reliable (in most cases CPCs are lower than 10), our next step is to filter out these high CPCs and retrain the models to check the results.   This concludes step 1 of our ML infrastructure upgrade. Key take aways 1) Its better to focus on Exact keywords as they are generate higher revenues for slightly more expensive CPC 2) Simpler algorithms (Random Forest Regressor) can be more efficient and accurate as compared to Neural Networks and Deep Learning (CNN) 3) Adding time component might change in favor or Neural Networks especially LSTM Overview of AiHello AutoPilot: Amazon PPC Automation:- https://youtu.be/BThUXd5Ywic   Read the full article

[starlightnighteve]

Chapter 3; Engraved in One's Memories

Many days of training and living a new life had passed for Eve. She was asked by the director to meet with the science hall, and finding the lead scientist, Dr. Green. Eve is in front of a new hall, where everyone was wearing lab coats, and stepping to deeper halls or rooms. She turns to each door passing her, looking for a 'Dr. Green's' research room. She stops at the end of the hall and sees a relief of it being there. It was singled out with just a few other labs and storage.

Eve knocks but the door partly opens, with no response. She cracks it a small way and peers her head in to get a peak. "Good morning? I'm Eve, I was told to come here? Is there a Dr. Green around?"

A head pops from behind the other side of the door, beaming brightly. "Hello!" A woman greeted Eve excitedly. She opens the door fully and Eve gets a better look at the lab, and her. She held her golden hair in a floral wrap and a white lab coat over a pretty dress to match. She also had goggles on that covered her toxic green-looking eyes.

Eve steps in to see two other girls and a gentleman sitting at some counter, eyeing Eve curiously. The golden-haired woman clears her throat and opens a hand to shake Eve's. "Welcome to the science lab! I'm Dr. Green, lead scientist in the unit! Over there are my favorite little helpers!"

Dr. Green waves her hand over to three people by a workstation, presumably working on something till Green divides their attention to her. A man crosses his arms and scoffs. "We are scientists, not your typical customer service...."

Green brims her vibrant eyes with a cheeky smile. She bounces over to the man and pats him on his head, which he was much taller than her, so she had to go on the tips of her toes to reach. "But you're still my employees~. Everyone, meet Eve. She's new and here to show us some rare findings. Eve, let me introduce you to my team!"

Like waiting for her cue, a woman with purple hair and pale pink skin, jumps from off a counter space. She runs up to Eve and shakes her hand frantically up and down. "Hi, I'm Morax. Welcome newbie!"

The one man stays in place, not moving to where Eve was. He keeps an inquisitive eye on her however, and stays. Leaning his tall, lengthy body against the counter. "I'm Molaris, Molar, Micro, whatever name works. I'm the best assistant here, just saying..." He waves his hands up, defending himself.

The last woman, short with long and curly hair, sat on a stool beside Molaris. Her eyes were golden, like Eve's mentor, and her skin dark and sun-kissed. She even held a calming tone that made her eyes as direct as Yamehl's. "And I'm Viper. You can call me Cali, if you'd like. The agent names are not that necessary while in the precinct, just safer."

Dr. Green jumps between her assistants and the counterspace. She watches Eve get introduced and quickly interjects the reason why Eve was called there. "So, everyone, this is Eve Evanara, new in training. Eve has a few books and artifacts to share."

Green clasps her hands together and beams, excited to see what Eve had all brought with her. "Eve, what do you want to show us first?"

Eve places books and a bag of items onto the counter to show. She takes things out explaining them. "Well, I've read all through these books and know all the spells. I've got these stone dolls that become people-sized and able to control. I also made fire using normal chemicals, but that, and the spells I can use together. There's ingredients for a fire spell, at least a simple one. Making matters from thin air takes materials most times, unless very practiced, I think. I have found only a few rare plants and things for the spells that I have with me."

Eve jumbles between materials and organizes them into pairs. "Let's see. I can make... healing waters, fire, crystals, electricity, and maybe some other spells. And I've spent over half the time knowing of powers, learning from these books and practicing them for years."

Eve then tosses a stone statue on the ground, and in a poof of smoke, one stands tall, taller than most. It was completely still as Eve gestures at it and other materials. Green pokes at the dark grey, human-like figure. It was completely solid and a tad cold to the touch. It was smooth and voidless of any marks and details other than its shape.

Green was awestruck. "Wow! Incredible!"

Molaris flipped through a few pages but then cringed in confusion. His tone was less thrilled than Green's. "Uh, how did you learn to read all of these?"

Eve's gotten a bit more confident and practiced keeping certain details out. She knows between her real, and vague stories. "By settling in the more ancient parts and asking whoever to teach their modern language first, so you can ask more about the history and other languages. It took some years. I... found older dictionaries and ancient writings, b- but I didn't know if those would be important to keep, most were borrowed. I still have a few notes, actually. I can write what the text says- or I can teach you a spell now!"

After some time writing out on pieces of paper different writings in the books, Eve points out to words and translates to English the spell and some of the interesting parts. She ends on the page that had a fire starter spell. It was used whenever magicians needed a flame for something else, or the start of grasping fire magic.

Eve says out loud every ingredient listed and explains some of the special properties they had. She sets up a small test where she sparingly uses some of the ingredients for a fire spell.

In Eve's hands she holds out crystals and small, ash colored leaves. She takes a deep breath, already starting to focus. "When performing a spell that doesn't require text, you have to feel power drawn to you, and help control it..."

With that, sparks flew. A white sparkle floated up and around Eve. From the palm of her hands grew a bright blue flame. She clenched the tools in one hand and waved them closer to herself.

The flames circled around Eve, never burning her yet it was attached to her. She sets her hands down away from her in a flourish. The flames spin around her legs, making way down to her feet. It vanishes in a small circle on the floor around her.

Eve then continues to teach the group of S.O.U members. "Another thing is that I can help others use small forms of magic, even if they're not an ability-user. Just some small tricks. So, I can show you how to make a flame yourself too."

Molaris crossed his arms in protest. He gives Eve a bit of sass. "Uh, no thanks, I don't think starting with a fire trick is my thing."

Viper giggles in response. "Could be funny to watch. I'd blame you if we burn the lab down."

Eve looks between them curiously, and then smiles. She gets a new idea in mind to teach, if fire was going to be an issue. "How about a water spell?"

Morax lifts herself using a counter and blaringly shouts excited. "I could try that! Sounds easy!" She runs over to Eve. "Whatcha need?"

Eve flips the pages and grabs each tool, ensuring she has everything. She focuses on the spell as she speaks. "I could use a container of pure water for this. We're going to put something in the water for starters, then when I pass it to you. Try to 'hold' the water."

Morax looks at Eve, plain and confused. "Hold... water?"

Eve is given clean water and already submerges stones and crystals inside. She started to hover her hands over a glass container of water. It glowed slightly, her hands mostly glowing. She slowly brings her hands up and the water bubbles up and lifts out of the glass. Eve starts to wave her arms in circles around the forming ball, creating the water to be more spherical.

"What the heck?!" Morax shouts. Eve brings it closer to Morax and she freezes up. "Wha- what do I do?! You didn't read me the spell!"

Eve keeps her hands moving and getting closer. Morax just backs one step away from Eve's. Eve looked at her and tried to impose no threat. "Hehe, it's okay, it'll be simple. Hold your hands out away from you."

Morax did so, hesitantly. She held her arms out and they shook slightly nervously. Eve's calm and direct tone catches their attention. "Now, try mimicking my hands a bit, and we're going to make this bigger, creating more water with the spell."

They both move their hands around the water. It wasn't till Eve moved her hands back a ways that Morax was seeing herself doing it without the water spilling. Suddenly, the water was hovering in Morax's hands unnaturally, to her own movements. "No way! This is so cool!!"

Morax brings the water closer to her and tries to move it around more. She stretches the water across the room till it was gallons worth, but Eve was able to make it happen. Morax suddenly tries to tug the water in different directions. It touches her arm, immediately sending it all over her, and onto the floor. She was doused in cold water by accident and screamed. "Ah-!! Crap! What the heck?!"

Molaris holds his belly, hunched over from laughter. Viper just lightly chuckled at Morax. Morax was visibly upset. Eve just places a fist under her chin, pondering in thought. "You were too rough. You have to be delicate with water because of its unstable form. All spells still take practice and performing them a certain way. Since I'm a performer, I probably just picked it up quickly, heh." Eve casually jokes at the end.

Morax dramatically shouts in a screeching voice. "How come you didn't get wet?!"

Viper and Molaris, both now fail to keep in their laughter. Eve tapped a foot in a sopping wet puddle. She pushes up her sleeves and checks if the base of her jacket protected her. She was fairly dry, especially compared to Morax. "Hm. I didn't try to twist the water around like you did. It just drenched my feet because I held it safely away from me a bit."

Dr. Green jumps in front of Eve, turning her back away from Morax as she was more interested in the experiment. "Wow! What a very neat trick! This could be super useful. You'll have to teach us how to do it ourselves!"

Dr. Green beams at Eve, and Eve responds to her brightness with a kind smile. "With time, most certainly. It might take years however, just for one person to try to pick up. I don't think it's super easy, but it's possible."

It was possible, Eve did it, and then-some. Eve remembers her first time starting to learn spells. She did a lot of shared spells with her mentor. And, her fire spell was one of the more risky ones she tried to do by herself. She burned her hands, but Yamehl healed them quickly so there would be no scarring. It took Eve some time, practice, and a few more scorched fingers till she got the hang of it. Eve eventually got to the point where she could alter or perform a spell to her own will and the spell's will.

Eve was powerful, more than she knew with all that knowledge. Her desire to keep improving and curiosity of modifying spells made her bright for even her mentor's praise. Although she's new to teaching, Eve could start by transferring her powers to someone else. Just like how she started learning with her mentor. However much time, and effort put into learning from Eve, was based on the other's effort. Given, it would take a long time to learn, and others teaching it would take just as long, if not more. At least now she can see for herself through a trail-run with scientists, if they can pick up on it as Eve did from a little way back when.

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Eve opens the door to her apartment that was located next to the special unit, Sameer was waiting at the door for her once he heard the doorknob move. Eve immediately smiles and is relieved to come home to her best friend there to greet her. Eve runs over to give her large furry friend a hug. "Hi Sam~! I've missed you!"

Sam makes his funny talking noises, like he was trying to tell Eve that he is happy to see her back. She brushes his fur before walking over to the kitchen, and setting her bag down on her island counter. "I'll get dinner going and we can start off the weekend to ourselves!" She said excitedly.

As Eve cooks, dancing to tunes while doing so, she finally unwinds. She was about to eat, till she was pardoned by a knock at the door. She goes to see who it was. Sam was right by her side, both slightly cautious.

Eve peaks, but immediately opens the door surprised. "... Hello again, Agent. What are you doing here?"

It had been around a week since the last sudden visit. It might have been becoming an ongoing thing for Eve to deal with. As much as it's been happening, she didn't want the agent popping in, and outside of her door so much. But, he was standing right there at the door, cold as ever.

Agent Grey just gives a tired and gloomy response. "Sorry to disturb you after staying late at the agency, but I've been meaning to talk to you again."

Eve raises a brow. She stands in front of her doorway, crossing her arms, and tilting her head curiously. "About?"

Agent Grey sighs, "Apologizing, for troubling you."

Eve straightens her shoulders and looks at Agent Grey slightly taken back. He was troubling her now, just being there. Grey's cold, but sometimes warm. It confused her. And, whatever his real feelings and intentions were, Eve had no clue of. She still acknowledges his apology. "Well, I understand. You were forced to...."

He shakes his head and again sighs. If anything, he also didn't know they had to work together, and had to see each other often. He would have done things a bit differently, if he knew all of that beforehand. "No, I was requested to, not by complete force. It's not all that bad I can promise that, but I know it'll take getting used to. I'm sorry however, for making you distrust us so much from the start."

Eve sees his point. However, the world Eve lived in was in her head, or in her magical world. She wanted to set things right, if they weren't, she was very vocal about it. She speaks her mind even now. "Well... They make it seem like powers are a problem. They could be good, evil, or however. Long, long ago the world took care of magic like any other problem or solution. Not with having to hide it."

Eve was right, of course, Agent Grey could admit. He nods his head in thought. "Yeah... I know we're not saints. I won't even say the unit is the best, but it's better than other federal agencies that could have found you."

Eve's face goes sour for a moment, and eyes wide in shock. She asks, at the jarring idea. "Why...?"

Grey, very matter-of-fact answers, with eyes serious and cold. "Over half of the government doesn't know about our society, shocking. They try to find people with shocking abilities, for their own reasons. If some other government agency would have found you the same way we did, you would have been dealing with a lot worse than this...."

Eve drops her shoulders, more relaxed, and lets her arms fall to her sides. She had her past worries come rushing back to her mind. Eve, of course, didn't want to become a human lab-rat.

Eve seemed lost in thought. Grey barges closer to Eve, taking the first step in her apartment now. His height made her suddenly move her head slightly up to keep eye contact. His brooding expression chiseled away.

The agent surprisingly smirks, and lax gleaming in his eyes. "I get that you want to keep some things natural. I get that you've seen people fine with powers and abilities. That's... wonderful, actually. It's something even I wish I could see for myself."

Agent Grey sees Eve's eyes suddenly go wide by his last statement. She was internally screaming at him, and physically pouting angrily. Agent Grey's eyes went a bit wider as well, and he waved his hands in protest. "Eh- I meant, I just want to visit and see how a place could function so well. It must be nice to get to experience some freedom too. I don't mean I'd use it for anything, okay? Calm, I can tell what you're thinking just from your expression." He pointed at her face, and slightly scowled.

Eve drops her glare, and sighs in relief. She didn't know if him, and the agency, were clear of being a threat to magic just yet. She agrees, after all. "Sorry, habit. As lovely as it is, that's why I want to protect it so much. It... It's the most liberating and freeing place I know. It's still under a heavy crown, an emperor and empress make most decisions for the whole city."

Eve mutters to herself before explaining more. "Luckily the empress actually cares for the people and their finances... The emperor isn't the best man, the one I might have stolen Sameer from. Their son's a jerk that happens to try to spar me with a sword every time we cross paths..."

"Uh... interesting." Grey reflects, and imagines what Eve must have been through to say that. He couldn't really picture it, also because it left a ridiculous image in his mind.

Eve continues, hoping to tell some better parts that made up for it. "But, all the town's people have been the highlight. Animals run free or are used to work, they're still better cared for than most. The spaces are cozy. You can hear all the chatter, smell all the fresh goods being made, see people hard at work or parading around the market places for fun. Maybe the parading was me... hehe. I would get to perform magic and music all the time in the streets. I could shine there, in the streets, or at the magic shop!" She excitedly beamed.

Grey can picture that a little better. He can see the town, and Eve, how she describes it. "That does sound like quite a beautiful place. I bet you were just as unique as you are now. And, overly-loyal to your master...."

Eve's head shook in dismay. She angry huffs, correcting Agent Grey. "Mentor! Me-n-tor!"

Grey smirks, finding Eve's reaction priceless. His toying, making Eve flustered. He almost couldn't act seriously. "Heh, same difference. He's a grand magician, a master of magic. Right? And, you didn't deny the loyalty part." He cocked his head still giving a confident grin.

Eve's cheeks grow warmer and she babbles flustered. "I didn't get to finish! He is also my good friend. So, I get excited when I think about magic, or 'Mehl. B- because, it's been nothing less than a wonderful in the past. It's definitely the reason I might seem loyal to him. S- so, that's why...." She trails off rambling.

Grey couldn't help but roll his eyes, but he tries not to chuckle at her. "Well, you can believe that all you want. I want to hear more about the town, as fun as your mentor sounds..."

A small silence afterwards left Eve to wonder, still flustered as the dead air between them didn't help with her nerves. Eve slowly speaks up. "I... could maybe show you more of the town and city streets with my memories. That's a better visual, right?"

Grey lifts one edge of his lips upward. He breathes out, a bit curious and concerned. "Heh, think you can control that again? You weren't the best at figuring out where your mind should have been, given the circumstances."

Eve nods. She was determined, but Grey's expression turned softer. "Are you really okay with this?" He insists. Eve nods again shortly and stretches her palms out towards him.

Agent Grey brushes his fingers to Eve's palm, and his eyes change. He looks at Eve as the mystic smoke hides his eyes. He speaks in a deep and serious tone. "Just think about the people, remember what the place looked like. You'll be able to control the memories more."

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In a flash, it feels like Eve is back in Uridian, the mysterious small town she met her mentor in. She's walking around large crowds of people under tented balconies and colorful tarps. It was so bright and sunny, the cooling shade basked in all the market's goods. Eve walked closely to the food and produce vendors, one of her favorite pastimes was walking hungry around town. Her stomach's memories guided her steps.

Eve stops at a few shops to buy ingredients. She leaves and gets a glimpse of colorful smokes and a warm earthy scent. It's an older lady sitting on a corner with a small basket of interesting goods. Eve goes to her and the woman immediately grabs Eve's hand and places a wooden charm in her hands.

"Have some protection, dearie. You never know when you might run into some bad spirits." The lady said.

Eve thanks the woman and gives her change for the trinket. She wanders off to the steps by the woman, following a different path. Going up it's less crowded and buildings and bigger shops line the streets. There's restaurants and small cafes. People walk around perusing and socializing with loved ones. Eve looked around with a smile glued to her face in delight. She cradled a bag from the shops as she skips throughout the city.

A voice booms from behind Eve, stopping her in her tracks. "Oh! Why hello there, Miss Idol! Thought I'd run into you again, haha!"

Eve turns and sees someone in a red apron and uniform, with vibrant hair to match, wave and bounds up to her. She greets them, happy from the sudden surprise. "Oh, hello there Fable. Do you work around here?"

They wave frantically with a big, toothy smile. They cheered, then grabbed Eve's arm and lightly tugged her. "Yes! Care to come to my Ma's tavern and restaurant? I can cook or fix a drink for you. Come, take a break and sit for a while."

Eve wobbles a few steps and looks up at the pub's sign. It had its rustic charm with a barrel pouring liquid burned into the wood. Eve gains her balance as Fable lets go and they both stand in front of it. Fable's already going in and holding the door for Eve. She politely told, as she walked in. "I don't drink, but I could chat for a moment. I'm just taking some things back home to my mentor."

Fable knits their fingers in a tight fist. They looked to Eve with amazement in their eyes. "Oh~ Magical ingredients?"

Eve immediately giggles. She sets down her bag on a counter and turns her head to Fable. "Mostly dinner, but I got a few things we needed for the shop we were low on. Yamehl's busy, as always."

Eve holds up a jar of glowing orbs with violet translucent-looking leaves attached, they were a funny fruit called Star-Berries. She sets it down, and Fable pokes at the jar in wonder. They peep at small branches with many twisting limbs sticking out.

Fable's eyes light up, and they gasp. "Neeeat!! Can you show what they do? Pretty please? It's sooo cool when a person gets to see a magician at work." Fable was already vibrating in excitement. 

Eve rolled up her sleeves. She slightly stretched her hands and neck. "I don't want to use the ingredients I just bought, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve... Mm, would you like some music?"

Eve closes her eyes and sways her arms around her in circles. She increases the movements, strides, then spins to and forth. Warm, sunny glimmers of light follow her as she spins around the tables and seats. The glow reflects the light from outside and the room is filled with an inviting presence to the barely occupied tavern.

Eve drops her hands and waves them around like conducting an orchestra. In return, soft chimes and whistling tunes met Eve's tempo. She harmonically breathed. "Lyra, Lyra. Grazioso...."

People start crowding into the small mixed bar and restaurant. Eve starts to sing an angelic melody. As her song comes to an end, Eve spins and reaches out to the window. The golden light leaves and gets carried up into the sky from outside. Some people clap for her and she bows, then walking to the window to stick her head out and marvel at the area. She sighs happily.

Eve looks back as she's still hanging out the window. "I should be off! Can't dilly-dally for too long, hehe. Bye everyone!" Eve waves enthusiastically and is out the door. She rushes back to the herbal shop, happily skipping with dinner, ingredients, and a cool new trinket from the market to show Yamehl.

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Another vision occurs and Eve was in the middle of the square of the city. The beautiful garden and tree of life behind her as she passed through. People seem to be making way for her. As expected this is one of the times Eve's performing. She's in her element, playing a violin and lightly smacking the wood of the bow to the violin's body, making a beat. She's twirling around and skipping. Playing and sharing exchanges of glee and wonder with the bystanders. People are clapping, dancing, waving their arms, and cheering.

Eve waved her bow up, tip pointing to the sky and a swirling glow floated around and up into the air in a golden firework display. After, Eve keeps her motion going, continuing to play and sing down into the narrow streets. A crowd was following, with children and couples dancing around her and playing. Eve tries to skip and hop between people, most seeing her and making room. Some even joined the crowd following Eve deeper into the streets.

At the end of one of her songs, a small girl lightly grabs the hems of Eve's jacket. She turns and is looking down curiously. Eve's attention suddenly made the girl lose her words. She nervously said. "Um... Sorry, but are you the magician's helper?"

Eve nods excitedly. "Oh, yes, that's me! Did you need something?"

The girl passed a note over to Eve. She meekly spoke. "My grandmother's sick, she gets medicine from your shop. I'm on my way, b- but could I give you this note instead? For whenever you get back?"

Eve looks down at the note and takes it. She holds it up to the sun to read. "Medicine? I can take you to the shop! I think we might have this... I know we just got all the ingredients for it recently, for another order. Come, I'll take you and get you back to your grandma's house safely too."

The girl's features soften, a bit relieved. "Thank you... Are you sure you're not doing something?"

Eve held out her hand and waves to come along. She spins and swings a foot in the direction she just came, watching if the girl was going to follow. "I was just passing by, and passing the time. It's no trouble taking you to my mentor. He'll know how long it will take to have it ready."

She held her hands together and anxiously twisted her fingers. "T- thank you again... What's your name?"

Eve bows slightly and smiles. She then extended a hand out. "Eve, and you?"

The girl lighting grabbing her by Eve's jacket sleeve. She shyly followed behind Eve, finally introducing herself. "It's Lilian. My grandma is Miss Malar. She hasn't been able to get up to take care of herself. Me and Mama have been helping her."

Both Eve and Lilian walk to the medicine shop. Eve skipped and cheerfully gleamed. "How kind of you to help! I'm sure this medicine will get her on her feet in no time~!"

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It felt like a flash of light turned everything to night. It was empty now but Eve was not alone. Her and her mentor were making their way out of the city. Eve looked up at the familiar, and quite beautiful, vast sky. The stars were endless in a Milky Way above her. It was a breathtaking sight even in the lit up town, the lights were so little compared to the ones up above. The vivid night sky was Eve's favorite sight.

Eve walked with a raised hood out of an alley. She had caught up to the streams at the town's edge, with her mentor by her side. When they both stand next to murky waters, Yamehl kneels down, and places his hands into the waters below. He motioned for Eve to do the same. She speaks up. "... This water isn't as clean as the river's."

Her mentor chuckled briefly. "It's not. The dirt and waste that comes from the streets get pushed into the water, making them unable to be drunk out of."

Yamehl's eyes glowed a golden ray and his hands started glowing as well but white. In the water, greyish-brown water disappears around his hands. He soothingly breathes. "It is our job to make sure the water doesn't float up the stream and contaminate the rest of the supply. It also helps it so not all the bad water is pushed into the seas."

Eve kneels down and concentrates down at her own hands in the fairly grotesque waters. She begins to glow all over as well as her hands. She couldn't see her eyes of course but even in memory, she knows now they're glowing blue. Especially at night, they gave off a golden glitter. The water quickly became clear around her, she swished her hands around to spread it around.

Yamehl looks over and smiles warmly at his apprentice. "That's excellent. Your light magic is amazing for this. Pure, like light, it helps the waters get cleansed."

Eve looked over her shoulder at her mentor inquisitively. "What do you usually do?"

Yamehl cleans the waters with his glowing hands as they talk. He responded as he reached further into the cold channel of water. "Go around until all this water flowing out looks clear again. Maybe in a month's time we'll have to do this again. Luckily, it hasn't been bad as of late."

Eve lays on the ground and dives her whole arms in. Her robe now drenched and sleeves soping. She playfully swished her arms around, disturbing the water's calm surface. She all at once kicked her feet out and cheered warmly. "Magic... is so beautiful! The ability to do this is remarkable. I- I wish more places did this! Clean water, give life back, cure diseases, so forth."

Yamehl takes a hand from out of the water and flicks it dry with some heat magic. He then takes his clean, dry hand to rub the top of Eve's head gently. "Heh, I hope so too. May the stars one day grant it... I'm grateful they at least gave me an apprentice that thinks the same. By the next generation, I hope they too get to meet someone like you."

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Eve is inside of the large palace. Her, Yamehl, and many other guests dressed fancy, crowded under pillars and a tall, dome ceiling. It was very colorful and vibrant, flowers, streamers, and people littered the place with sights.

Eve and her mentor wore similar suits, but hers was light, and his was a dark attire with many charms on him. Eve sees some color ribbon fly by her face. She looks up to see people, delicately twirling and wrapping themselves in fabric above the heads of the party goers. Eve grabs her mentor's jacket and points up above. "Yamehl? What's that?! Oh my stars!! It looks so fun!!"

Her mentor looks at Eve, and eyes upward at the display. Yamehl smiled back at Eve's wonder, answering. "Their silk dancers and traipse artists. They use ribbons and cabling tied to the ceiling to do all their tricks."

Eve clasped her hands together, holding tightly, as if having to stop herself from running off to look at the sights. She jumps from one side of her mentor to another, looking around. It was the most elegant party she's ever seen. The one usually making wonders and entertaining people, was amazed herself.

"It's a party fit for royalty." A booming voice joins in from behind Eve. Turning around to meet them, unexpectedly, the emperor stood.

Eve's smile immediately drops, her mouth now agape. She stopped herself, and tried to act calm. "Oh- your highness, good evening."

Eve bows, and keeps her head down for a moment, so she can see Yamehl bowing as well. They both look up and the emperor officially welcomes them. "Hello Shaman, and my humble guests. Are you enjoying the party?" He grins confidently, much as one with his power would have.

Eve answers, not meeting his eye, but trying to sound pleasant. "It's been a beautiful sight. Thank you for having us..."

He chuckles with a sick notion. "Would you care to see more? I have a beautiful collection of pets in the other ballroom, a gallery of all the gems in the world, and every room is filled with entertainment for tonight. Come with me, I bet you could muster the courage to see some of even the wildest of beasts."

For a moment, it strikes Eve eerily making her feel like something wasn't right. But, she didn't know if she could say 'no' to a man like him. "S- sure, your highness. Lead the way...."

The emperor leads them to another room, with large doors guarded by heavy tall doors. He waved and opened the door to usher both Eve and Yamehl into his special room. Immediately something struck Eve as unnerving. Cages were everywhere, birds out and flying around, or in smaller cages as well.

The emperor brandished the room by pointing his hand around. "Have a look, almost every animal and different species in one roof. The largest elephant, to the most colorful of birds! The softest, to the most ferocious types!" He goes deeper into the room, stopping at one cage in particular. "Take a look at my newest to my collection, a rare white tiger!"

The tiger laid there in its cage, looking tired. Its shackles slacked, not having been eager to lash out or try to escape. The emperor looks at it and grumbles. He grabs a whip from the wall and opens the cage, about to strike the tiger. "C'mon, get up already!..."

Eve flinched by the slight of the whip. She couldn't think but reacted. She ran up and tried to intervene. Eve grabbed the emperor by his hand that was about to strike the tiger with the whip. He batted her away with a fist. She fell over on the ground by the no-so vicious tiger. "What on earth are you doing?!"

Eve gets up on one knee and throws down a fire capsule tucked away in her pocket. She stomped a foot between the emperor and the tiger, with only her being lit in flames. She waved her hands out and obscured his path in a fiery blockade. "STOP!!" Eve threatened to get closer. Her voice broke as she screamed in anguish. "DON'T HURT IT!!"

The emperor retreated back slightly. He spat with venom building in his veins. "It's a killer tiger! Don't stand so close to it, you naive girl! I'll have you and it rotting in the dungeons! GUARDS!!"

Eve extinguished the flames and rushed over to the worn, newly encountered tiger. It looked at her, their eyes sad, calling out for help. She used an ice crystal and broke the chains on the shackles of the tiger. The tiger suddenly leapt over her and now was guarding Eve.

"Eve, quick!! This way!!" Her mentor shouted from next to an open balcony. A way outside, a way out. Eve rushes the tiger and herself over to her mentor. She stares as the ground below had people under her, she couldn't leap away. Looking behind at the guards now chasing her. She pans around for a way out.

The tiger nudges Eve's side, pointing with his head to her, then his back. He was signaling for her to hold onto him. Eve wasn't quite sure but she saw the tiger arching back and ready to leap. She jumps on carefully, trying not to hurt them. The tiger takes a slow first step, but then charges and leaps up over the railing, just missing swords of some guards by a second.

People look above at the soaring tiger in shock and gasps. Eve helps by making them lighter by using her powers, and they start to glow and glide away. They ascend far enough and safely back onto the ground. They continue to run through the streets and Eve looks as the sights of the city slowly lessen, till it was out of sight in what seemed like minutes. All that's left is a sparkling white trail coming from both of them.

Eve lets out a small whimper and continues to ride on the tigers back. "Yamehl... I didn't say goodbye... I promise, I'll contact you as soon as we're safe."

She taps the tiger and he slowed, looking up at her. She hopped off and walked beside him, now safe enough from being followed. She lightly brushed the tiger's dirty fur. "Poor thing... You don't deserve a jerk like that ruler. I'll help you find your home. Or, at least somewhere better than in the palace...."

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Eve feels the sudden change and she is back in the present. She's not sick like the last time, but spaced out somewhere else. Sameer comes up, but Eve doesn't look down. Sam brushes Eve worried, and she snaps out of her trance. Eve pets her tiger companion softly.

Grey watches with a puzzled look. He looks at Sam. Sameer looks at him curiously. "That's how you found... him? At a party?"

It was, and the beginning of their inseparable bond. The beginning might have lasted for many days and nights, till they found a port in a completely different city. Along that, she learned over talking to Sam that he would nod or shake his head to 'yes' and 'no' questions. She started to understand, Sameer was very unique. She didn't know if the emperor knew of it, or if he was just interested in the rare colored fur.

Eve nods. "Yes, and Sam ended up staying with me! My mentor also told me that there were wanted posters of me. Just because I saved an animal from cruelty. I'm sure that broke the heart's of the people living there to see...." She looks down at her tiger friend, saddened herself.

Her honesty, and her memories, made Grey feel like he's already seen what the town's like. With Eve's last memory, he sees its cons to being there. Even Grey felt Eve's fear when the emperor showed up. "I see. Well, so it has its perks. Also its downsides, like anywhere else."

Eve beams at Grey, delighted to hear his understanding. "Correct. It still holds a dear place in my hear. I love Uri- ahem, the town. It's a funny name heh... You know it better as 'The Town' that I love so much, haha~." She nervously laughed.

Eve awkwardly brushed off her slip up. She gets a bit vulnerable for a moment, and Grey just takes advantage of the situation to tease. "Hm... You sure you just don't 'love' the magic shop and your mentor more? Seems like all your memories are strongest about it."

Eve's face dropped as she processed. For a moment looking dumbfounded, then wide and flustered. "Ye- yes! It's everything, not just one thing! I just spent most of my time in the shop, and with 'Mehl. It's just that, and my amazement from magic, that resonates so strongly with me..."

There was hesitation in Eve's voice denying it. Grey raises a brow. He lets out an unamused, "Mhmm....", not buying it.

Eve feels like she can't lie to Agent Grey. She couldn't just brush his toying of the subject off any longer. "I'll just say... I love the town and... my mentor, he's.... He's... sort of... technically-my-first-love-. I've-never-dated-a-person-and-I-didn't-want-to-ruin-our-frien-!!" She breaks, rambling and admitting to everything, like a child confessing to a bad deed.

Agent Grey starts to wave his hands to stop her, then grabs Eve to finally shut her up. "Okay! OKAY!! Stop, I get it. It's fine. I was just teasing you. Sorry for pushing too much. Just. Breathe. Alright?"

He lets go and huffs. Eve tries to inhale a deep breath. She pardons herself, still a bit flustered. "S- sorry... I got carried away. I'm not used to having a crush, or talking about it. My memories might just be me reliving my pipe-dreams... Just thinking of all the adventures we'd have together...."

If Grey was wrong to assume, Eve was doubting herself just then. He might have not been able to translate her speedy response at first, but he started to understand. "Pipe-dreams are different from reality. You really like him, and I think he likes you back."

Eve's eyes flash wide. She blinks and tries to make Grey explain. "... You know what he's thinking?... Without knowing or using your power on him?"

Grey huffs and rolls his eyes. He then makes vague quotations with his hands for Eve to understand. "He said, 'don't forget me', 'I'll protect you', 'I am grateful to have you', 'you're my precious little apprentice' I've just taken in randomly, same bloody age as me! You two are both oblivious...". It might've not been accurate but he did bring up a fair point.

Eve tries to excuse Grey's assumptions. Eve thinks she knows more, of course, but her feelings say otherwise. She sighs and looks down. "He's 32... Regardless... I was just worried he meant it because I'm the only one that understood him too. It might have just been a like-minded admiration...."

Grey's brow was getting a workout from doubting Eve so much. She wasn't the best liar, even to herself. It all just came out as excuses. He exhales, sounding judgmental, but only to keep teasing her. "Yeah... Does he always play with your hair then?"

Eve waves her arm in a childish protest. She corrects him, without taking time to think first. "He gives me head pats when I do a good job!"

Grey rolls his eyes and momentarily shakes his head. "Okaaay... Still weird." He let out a loud sigh, mentally taking a moment to backtrack. He was surprisingly getting serious again, and the brooding look was back. It wasn't his intent to ask about Eve's love life, or lack of one. It might have gotten off track, since the originally avoided topic was eventually brought up.

Eve had been talking about her mentor so much. Grey also might have messed with her a few too many times. It felt inevitable, but now was not the time. He groans annoyed. "My god, the point of coming here wasn't to interrogate you... I'll leave you be now. I'm sorry for over-staying..."

Eve turns back to her new living place. She takes glances at Grey as he turns away to exit, then the kitchen for a moment. "Hm... I just made dinner, but there's plenty to spare, if you'd like to sit and eat something."

Grey turns, and waves a hand, solemnly opposing. "You've already shown enough hospitality to me. I owe you plenty already."

"You can put it on your tab, if you have one, hehe." Eve pats a seat and skootches the chair out. She skips to go get a fresh plate with whatever was leftover. Grey hesitantly walks over and sits down. Eve also forks a bit of her own plate onto his and serves it. She sits back and smiles, then digging back into her meal she almost forgotten she's made.

Grey takes a moment to wonder if at any point he said 'no' to Eve. He didn't directly, as he maybe should have. He looks down and tries not to look a bit overwhelmed. They talk for a moment, and his stubbornness subsides. It seemed like they were able to be more casual between the two future partners.

"So..." Agent Grey paused, raising the question. "... You never had a crush growing up?"

Eve almost chokes, and eyes go wide as spheres. She confesses, wiping her face and hiding her face in a napkin. "... Not since I started my internet-tainment career, as silly as that was when I was young. I took it very seriously! I was too focused on music and school. Then, after discovering my powers, it became difficult to let people in fully. Even though I was trying to put myself and knowledge out there...."

Grey waves a fork at Eve, perplexing at the situation. For someone so bubbly and out there, the one thing she didn't think about, even when writing about it, was love. It was hard for him to see her so lonely actually, for someone so compassionate for people. "And, your mentor is your only crush, that you've kept hushed for... how long?"

Eve looks away blushing. Her voice goes a bit quieter, embarrassed to admit. "... Since the first three, to almost four years living there...."

That meant it had been almost a decade since Eve had her first crush, and on her mentor. Grey held a fist to his lips, suddenly looking very deep in thought. In reality, he wasn't sure he was slightly to pity her or to laugh. He felt like both at once and was trying to hold it all back.

Eve brushes away her love woes, and Grey's gaze. She opened up about her own trust issues. "Mm, I just surprisingly don't have many close to me. Yamehl was really the first for that, maybe the second. My designer, Rin, had been like an older sibling, even though they travel a lot for work. And, Sam has been the magical companion that's been by my side now. I only have a few beside me, and they're like family." On cue, Sameer brushes up against her, and Eve petted him as she sat at the dining table.

Agent Grey sighs into a bite of food, out of his own pity. "Still, it must be nice. I could say the agency is like family, but it's quite the headache to deal with sometimes. Everyone calls me the angry old man... Don't you dare start either."He eyes her, warning.

Eve joked in a cocky tone. "Psh, yet I'm going to have to be your partner someday? What do you even do now?"

Grey was actually a top notch agent, but he's a lone authoritative figure. Not every agent needs a partner, but one with his experience should, and just as high ranked. Grey still defends himself. "I'm still work as I've normally done. I just haven't needed a partner for a while... Listen, if we're entrusting each other with information, I might as well tell you a secret, this time."

The mood suddenly got serious. Eve nods, willing to hear him out. Grey doesn't look at her. Instead, his glaze paused on the floor for a moment, till he tried to look coolly. "When I first started as an agent, I had a partner. He... 'was' my best friend. We were in the academy together, and in boarding school. We both developed a bond that made us a really great team. Till...."

The room remained silent as Agent Grey wore an unreadable expression. His mouth was ajar, unable to let out anything. He purses his lips, after failing to speak. He breathes a more calm and somber tone. "... One day, we were on a mission that killed him from a rogue explosion. Along with several other casualties... We were a couple years into our partnership. After being discharged for a moment, I requested not to have a partner for my missions. After almost a decade, they finally tried to get me to work with someone else, but I would refuse."

Eve's expression was soft and sincere. She understands the heartbreak that mourning has. "I'm... really sorry. I know it's never a good feeling to have someone you care about greatly pass on. I'm so sorry they were killed."

Grey sighs and leans on his chair. He felt crappy but better, now that he's told Eve. "It's fine now. I trust I can tell you this, as a warning just in case something happens in the future. I might still get hot-tempered and freak out, but I'll try not to."

The idea of being Grey's partner was ridiculous, but started to make more sense. At least to why he hadn't had a partner already. Eve just didn't know why she was chosen, but just went with it now. "Heh, but hey, at least you know you get angry. You worry about something happening again. As much as I'm certain yelling solves, you have your way of showing concern."

Grey eats and nods as he looks down. "Hmph, exactly. It's not like anyone wants to be in a situation like that, let alone have it happen again. It's a risky job, yes, but we still don't have agents keeling over dying left and right. It was shocking for the whole unit to hear... Getting shot is most of our worries and we wear protection just as any other officer, sometimes more. We even have the best medicines and a healer. But, new topics now... Thank you, again, for a nice meal. I wanted to apologize again, and possibly invite you to explore a few places outside that are safe for S.O.U. members. I could show you some spots that are reserved to freely use their powers in. They're more closed off from onlookers outside."

Eve pouts, tilting her head and looking at the agent inquisitively. She rephrased the remark, just to be certain. "There's places... I can use magic in?"

Grey sternly agrees and sighs. "Yes. Magic, powers, whatever the hell to call them. You can talk amongst users, along with using abilities in a safe environment, outside of here and the unit. As long as you don't do anything dangerous, of course. Another thing about powers and using them outside, that privilege can get revoked if you break important rules."

Eve ushered for him to continue. "Which are?"

Grey points at Eve, assuming she'll need to really listen. "No harming bystanders, or exposing abilities to 'non-users'."

Eve flashes a smile, carefree. "Easy enough. And, I'll stop showing off magic, so yeah."

Grey nods lightly and turns his gaze away. "Good... If you want, we can also stop by a bakery not far from here. I could pay you back for a meal with something... sweet maybe?"

Eve's eyes lit up. Even though they're already eating, Grey's got her attention. She brings up a question. "Is the bakery a secret agent spot?"

Grey chuckles in response, but then drops back to serious. "No... but there's one across the street from it. It's by the park, so there's lots of things one can do while going out."

Eve's eyes keep sparkling. She was in the middle of eating, but even left the fork on her mouth. She gleefully screamed, attempting to finish what was in her mouth, and then uttering. "Oooh yes!! I love parks!! Can Sam come? I know a way to cloak him, if we can take him along too!"

Agent Grey exhales questionably. He shakes his head. As if the idea couldn't possibly work, and Eve just spoke nonsense to him. "Uh... I really don't know about bringing a large tiger around a bunch of people...."

Eve disputes, explaining to hopefully convince him. "I've done it lots before, no one screamed or ran away~ The thing about a cloaking spell, people still see you but it's as if you're just part of a background. If they try to look at you, they suddenly lose focus and see past you. They then forget or move on. Like when you think you saw something strange, but it's immediately gone in an instant to tell. They work on people and animals too."

Grey provokes Eve with more questions. He wanted to know most of the spell, since there could be rules and circumstances along with them. "Well, how long does it last, and does it affect everyone the same way?"

Eve shakes her head and explains. "It lasts a while, then fades, and no, not exactly. There's a level to how well the spell works, based on the person. Someone might be smart enough to see through it. I can also physically try to grab your attention so the spell is impossible to combat. Sam and I, I think, have a contradiction to the rule, because we're constantly together when we go out. If either of us runs off, we can still see each other."

Grey almost wavers the thought, but declines. "If there's a chance of getting caught, I wouldn't abide by it. That explains some things though... Reports have mentioned, well, how you were only discovered quite recently. And the tiger was only seen in videos. They didn't think much of someone making videos since they can easily be altered. Not until they sent an agent to check some suspicions, when you were doing a performance outside."

Eve now knows the point of her magic-downfall. A blessing and curse to show the world its hidden wonders. She was only trying to open the world's eyes for something greater. "Hm. Yes, well some of my true fans know I can do some magical things. They don't know how to explain it themselves, since I'm so obscure and quirky about relieving it. I sometimes say it's a 'magic trick', in which it's true but no one understands it means literal magic these days. It's old knowledge, but still all around us."

Grey leans his head to the side on a propped fist, with his elbow on the table. He shrugs and no nods to Eve's statements, and waves his hand as he responds. "Fair said, I understand how it's like universal coding, like natural law. We definitely are steering away from the old and natural. Probably an issue to why not many people understand this. Besides the ones that have been living in places fairly uncharted from the rest of the world. It's... still new and kind of risky for someone who's never seen this stuff before."

Grey looks up at Eve in a serious brow-raise. He was a man of not liking risk. However, she was a risk-seeker, and tries to find answers whenever she had questions. It did spell well for the two.

Eve tried to prove a point that the agency, and Grey, were missing. Her voice was a bit saddened by her own words. "Humans are just a small fraction yet we hold such a hierarchy over us, don't we? Humans have taken a lot of the reins here, sadly. The world cannot be ranked of its creatures but be seen as a whole system working together. Really, it's the universe that's just one system, but I digress. It's not something unnatural, or even foreign. It's just the basis of life itself."

Grey looks into Eve's eyes with a bit of sorrow. He abruptly warned. "You're definitely not wrong about some things. You understand a lot more than most do. You know more about powers than some of the top directors and influentials out there. You may find things you don't agree with, having to be in a new system. So, try to keep calm and find the best solution. It's a lot to ask of you, when you're not even out of training yet, but try to be safe."

Eve agrees with a soft smile. "I'll try. I really don't like combat though, I'd gladly ace the written test proportions."

Grey remarked. "Hm, but you're not that bad in combat either. Maybe a bit snappy at test takers, but you scored above average. You could have done a lot more, but I assume it was overwhelming at first."

Eve rolls her eyes. She speaks with a slight annoyance as she complains. "You have to know everything about me?"

Grey looks occupied as he forks his plate, and coldy acknowledges. "Basically. I'm still monitoring you, in case something happens, or you do something the board doesn't like. They want to make sure you can be trusted too. It's a whole system of everyone needing to gain one's trust."

Eve finishes her meal. She goes to kneel beside Sameer and plays with his fur. "What do you even on your time off?" She chuckled, wondering if he does anything but work. Which was an unlikely assumption. 

Agent Grey ran a hand through his hair and composedly listed his to-do's. "Mostly working even on breaks, working out, and training. I'll still keep up with more of my daily tasks around the apartment." He bored out, as 'fun' as it sounded.

Eve leans on her counter and charismatically idols. "Sounds like you need a day out too. Need a refresher from your cycle once and awhile."

Unable to unwind himself, Grey just defeatedly gives in. "I do. Ugh, never mind... Fine, let's go out tomorrow. We'll all go." He suddenly looks at Sam, insinuating for him to join as well.

Eve jumped up and cheered. Sameer even smiles with his lips curved upwards. Grey just sighs and puts a hand to his face. "I'm going to regret this..."

At least things have subside between the two future partners. What will happen when they're actually paired? And, how were Eve and Sameer going to gang up on Grey on their outing together? Everyone seemed at least a little nervous about how some things are going to go.

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Plumb bob tricks

If a door or window is installed out of LEVEL, it will tend to rub on the jamb and it will be hard to get the reveal (spacing between the door and frame) to line up. Take a look at the picture above, the dotted green line represents LEVEL. The best way to describe LEVEL is to imagine a straight line that is perfectly horizontal. Take a read below to make sure your fenestration terminology is up to par. We hear these words used all the time, but have you ever taken the time to really think about what they mean? Equally important, these terms can have a major impact on your next door or window installation. What do they really mean? Our clear-cut explanation of Level Plumb Square & True. (as shown in the picture below) If the gap is larger than ⅜” from the string to the door, it is warped. An easy way to test for this is to use a string pulled tight from the top of the bottom of the door corners. If this has happened, the door will pop-out from the frame in one corner as mentioned above. But it is possible for the door slab to warp before it has been installed. The door slab is warpedĪgain, this is rare for a new door. Proper reveals are required to maintain Energy STAR® ratings on exterior doors 4. We’ve put together a diagram below to help explain this. As for the spacing between the door and frame (usually called the reveal) it is recommended that there is at least 1/8” on both the Strike and Head sides of the door and 3/32″ on the hinge side of the door. Fortunately, you can check that your door was made correctly by measuring both frame legs to make sure they match and both head and sill to make sure you have a matching pair. One of the door’s components was manufactured incorrectlyĮven though it’s rare and door manufacturer’s try very hard to produce every unit correctly, it is possible for a part to be made incorrectly and find its way into the field. (you can learn more about what installing a door true means here) 3. But if the other side of the door frame isn’t true with its partner – the door slab can appear warped because it will pop-out from the frame in one corner. It is possible to have a door slab level & plumb and one side of the door frame level & plumb. Note how the door legs don’t align with one another Here is a picture of another trouble-spot that we’ve seen on job-sites. The door’s frame legs are not installed true with one another (learn more about getting a level sill here) 2. Look at the picture below to get a better idea of what’s going on here.Ī level sill is the foundation for a good door installationĪs you can see, even if the door is level & plumb – if the sill isn’t, you will have a hard time getting your reveals to line up correctly. This is one of the most common issues when you’re facing the problem the door being installed level & plumb, but it still doesn’t work. The door slab is level, but the sill is not (learn some shimming tricks here) Let’s trouble shoot some of the possible causes below: 1. Even shimming properly at each hinge location, but no matter what you try – the door frame will not line up correctly with the slab. You’ve tried to do everything right, taking your time to find level & plumb perfectly. It won’t tell you where the front is, but does help with another big decision, inclination.Has this ever happened to you? We Can Help! But it’s not always possible to find such a spot and a wire wrapped at a convenient spot is a good second choice.Ī useful tool then, the plumb bob. If you can find a place on the tree to mark with a dot, where the bob hangs, then you can forgo the wire. Plumb Bob-a simple device for finding the correct repotting inclinationĪ few simple elements construct a plumb bob for a bonsai: a fishing weight, string, and a thick wire.īy altering the inclination of the tree the lead weight swings, and the ‘correct’ inclination (decided at the time of styling or restyling) is when it is directly over the wire tip.Īfter attaching it there’s only one rule: don’t bump the wire. You can get the orientation right with a far more accurate tool. The carpenter’s friend, a plumb bob, denies the need to revisit the photos you took when styling the tree. This gut-swoop is most common at a yamadori’s first potting, when huge inclination changes-sometimes 90 or more degrees-make us yearn for an alarm bell that will wake us from the close in work to stand back and see the big picture. Or, you are being careful, and have stood back, made adjustments, and then the final two twists of wire nudge the trunk 3 degrees. Posted by crataegus on Main Uncategorized | 10 CommentsĪ familiar dance at repotting time is excitedly getting a tree out of the pot, carefully working the roots, locking it all in with wire, adding media, and standing back only to realize the trunk is leaning 10 degrees off.

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Factorio Cheat Sheet

💾 ►►► DOWNLOAD FILE 🔥🔥🔥 Home Discussions Workshop Market Broadcasts. Change language. Install Steam. Store Page. Factorio Store Page. Global Achievements. Ultra View Profile View Posts. My factory is getting very big and I have a big production of level 2 modules. Im wondering which module to use and when. Currently I have speedmodules in all my electric furnaces and some other things. Im using productivity modules for expensive things like green and red circuits. I find that if you have much room then productivity modules is by far the best one since you can just add more production machines to get the same throughput. You can either build a small inefficient factory with speed modules or a big efficient factory using productivity modules. So unless I have missed something then speedmodules are not very usefull since space is usually not an issue if you plan well. Efficiency Modules are by far the least usefull module in the game. Why should I care about energy consumption when I can just have robots build huge fields of solarpanels. I think that efficiency modules are good if you are using steam but otherwise it is not usefull. Im I doing something wrong or is there something I have missed. Where do you use your modules. Last edited by Ultra ; 27 Sep, pm. Showing 1 - 12 of 12 comments. Warlord View Profile View Posts. I tend to cram efficiency into my miners and electric furnaces. Those will greatly reduce your power and pollution sure, solar panel fields are cheap, but it's also nice to not have to maintain a defense or to add to biter evolution as fast. Speed modules I place in assemblers, particularly assemblers that take more than several seconds to make something engines, CPUs, red circuits, robots, etc. I hardly ever use productivity, as I like having low pollution and power, both of which productivity modules add exponentially. Not only does the power consumption go up causing it to make more pollution but it also multiplies the now-increased pollution by another amount. And unless you are short on a particular material, productivity modules are worthless compared to speed, as the production bonus does not compensate for the speed loss it gives to the product. You'd have to compensate for it with speed, at which point why not just use speed modules entirely for faster item production? In all, it's conditional. I suppose productivity in some low level mass products copper wires, gears can come in handy. Speed in those machines eventually can lock up from making too much at once, or being unable to provide the raw materials to it fast enough gears. I use a lot of mods, and in almost every one of them the modules become more important. In the base game I almost always use just efficiency modules, except in rare instances I will use productivity ones and then efficiency in a beacon next to the group to keep down the insane energy usage. My factory has been largely devoted to making Productivity III modules for the last couple of weeks. My reasoning: I put 1 copper ore in a smelter, I get 1. I turn the 1. Those go into a green circuit assembler and I'm up to 2. Etc etc - my point is it multiplies each time you build a consumable 'intermediary' product. Ore patches go much further, and you need fewer trains, miners etc. Bringing new ore reserves online is not my favourite element of the game. To get the speed back up again Productivity kills speed , I use beacons. This makes my investment in modules go further. Speed III is also great for depleted oil wells. Rocket Control Units are tricky because blue circuits are considered an 'intermediary' part you can use productivity , but Speed 1 modules are not, so it's harder to match your outputs. Acarin View Profile View Posts. There are various long discussions on this topic on the Factorio forums forums. Personally, I use PMs for oil-based production refineries, cracking plants, sulfur, acid and plastic with SMs in beacons around them, and EMs in my furnaces. Productivity modules are a godsend for your rocket silo as well!. If you have the production capacity, EMs are also great in miners to cut down on the pollution which all-too-frequently triggers biter attacks. My last factory is using productivity modules with speed beacons pretty much everywhere which is working surprisingly well whether it is "ideal" is another matter. I don't use effiency modules because pollution from miners doesn't really matter when you have yellow assemblers with 4xPM3s. I dont have a mega base yet while I can make level 3 modules right now I dont think it would be worth the investment at this point. I produce about 7k iron per minute about 4 blue belts. I think I will start level 3 module production as soon as I have expanded green circuit production. But at the moment I have productivity modules for red and green circuits and speed for evrything else. I dont think it would be worth the investment at this point I would argue that it's always worth it in the long run i. Last edited by AlexMBrennan ; 29 Sep, am. It sounds as though you are at the point where module production on an acceptable scale is feasible Originally posted by AlexMBrennan :. You don't have to do everything this game - there is always next game. It's a learning curve Per page: 15 30 Date Posted: 27 Sep, pm. Posts: Discussions Rules and Guidelines. Note: This is ONLY to be used to report spam, advertising, and problematic harassment, fighting, or rude posts. All rights reserved. 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Some Popular UK-based Sustainable Business Ventures

Toast

A business called Toast turns bread crumbs into scrumptious brews. They use this bread and grain to make their very delicious brews and wines.

Verto Homes

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Unpacked

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Bulb

The ancient techniques to produce electricity and other energy forms are no longer effectual as these are pricey and also detrimental for the environment. Let's face it, when you are aware that you used the AC all month, you start to fear the bill. When you finally pay it off, you are also faced with the realization that you just used non-renewable energy and contributed to the destruction of the Earth. Hayden Wood & Amit Gudka developed the business known as The Bulb. They have been harnessing water, air, & the sun to generate sustainable power. They have reduced the power expenses of 1.3 million individuals by using these widely accessible sources.

Olio

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These are some of the popular sustainable UK business ventures, although there is much more in the list.

Bottom Line You can go to the UK for the intended sustainable business activities after you get your business visitor visa UK. Be it UK visa from Dubai or any other country ensure that you follow the new UK business visa rules for best results.

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bro what the fuck must it have been like to be a non-russian player on the devs in 1990. you’re just some random canadian dude like “oh cool we’re getting two new guys” expecting both of them to be normal and regular and then these soviet players with this fucking 10 year-long tangled history of BETRAYAL and INTENSE ROMANCE and DRAMA and SECRETS and STATE VIOLENCE and TRUST ISSUES and HEARTBREAK show up instead. like sir this is a wendy’s. can you go live out your soap opera somewhere else so they can drop the puck and we can get on with the game