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Blackriver Cases - Season 10 “Days of Fury” - Episode 2 “Visiting Omen”
2024.05.18 22:33 JulianSkies Blackriver Cases - Season 10 “Days of Fury” - Episode 2 “Visiting Omen”
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The first couple of days were boring, as usual- Blackriver is a small town, and the worst that had happened was Nila and Kessa making a few wellness checks after worried calls from neighbors. A couple of people in denial, a few ashamed at their own violent outbursts and a stern warning to Tamm about painting others’ properties without asking first.
This morning, however, began with an all-hands meeting. There were no meeting rooms in the office, so they made do in the general workspace room, they all stood there at the center while Keya looked them over.
“We have received a report from a neighboring city about a convoy of protestors making its way to Blackriver” she describes without tone. At this point nobody bothers interrupting.
“This convoy is comprised of approximately four hundred and seventy eight individuals of multiple species, primarily human and venlil but with operationally relevant representations of the entire spectrum of size and mobility types” her paws are behind her back, her ears focused directly ahead, her eyes centered to keep the entire team on the core of her focus “They have crossed multiple cities already, generally engaging in verbal sparring with any figure of authority, parading signs and banners denouncing all manners of authorities as well as occasionally engaging in physical altercations with officers.”
“They are also known to engage in vandalism. Though primarily aimed at exterminator and police precincts as well as public offices, they have already caused considerable collateral to others they have identified as ‘collaborators’” there’s a single heartbeat of waiting for breath before she continues “They have, however, not shown to be an incredibly organized group or one with a clear goal and objective. The convoy appears to contain only extremely emotionally charged people with no clear overarching goal.”
“We are incapable of dealing with the situation should they turn aggressive, as such we will be simply maintaining watch and relocating the populace should they become a problem.” Then, she picks up her holopad and passes it to Lunek beside her “They can only follow one path with the entire convoy, the central street, therefore I have divided it into four sectors. One of each will be assigned to a sector.”
First her ears turn to the first target “Lunek, sector one at the entrance. As the most approachable member of the precinct your task is to give an initial image of harmlessness. Do not engage first, do not take initiative against them. Ensure the members of the herd in the area are warned of their approach. If they become aggressive, retreat and focus on the escape of the herd.”
She tilts her head a little bit, turning her ears the other way “Marik, sector two. Mostly the commercial area, your task is ostensive protection to lower the chances of them initiating aggression. Whereas protection of the herd is first priority your second priority is ensuring Tenve’s Hardware Store as well as Sunbreeze Meals and Watchful Café remain capable of providing anyone whose residences become damaged.” suddenly, she turns her head entirely to face Marik “Ostensive protection means dissuasion, ensure that they know they are not under threat and as long as those specific areas are not engaged, do not provoke”
Next in her line of fire is Santos “As our human officer you will be in sector three, nearby the precinct. They are liable to become most agitated in this area and your presence may serve to calm them. You are not to engage, if deemed necessary the precinct’s materials are considered expendable, do not attempt to stop them”
“Sector four, the exit of town, will be with me to ensure that they have fully left Blackriver and will not attempt to turn back” then she tilts her ears again “Aren, you will gear up with a CCG and remain out of view range, your task will be quick emergency response should the need arise.” she then points her tail at the last three officers “Vess, your task will be to inform the herd and ensure a clear path for the convoy while Nila and Kessa will gather all of our medical supplies and set a staging area out of the convoy’s range. Organize ambulance assistance from Striped Hill and Everrain”
Then, she turns her ears around to focus each one in turn “As any attempt at aggression will end only in negative consequences, and in order to reduce the apparent levels of threat you will be unarmed. The estimated time of arrival is a third of a claw, ready yourselves and be at your post in time. Dismissed.”
“Not sure if I like or I don’t that we had the cold bastard right now” Aren says, as soon as Keya had left the room “Maybe we should move in closer when the convoy gets to sector four?”
“Probably a good idea to be nearby” Santos adds with a sigh “They might take umbrage with her demeanor, hopefully they won’t be set off too hard.”
And with silent signs of agreement all of the officers of Blackriver depart for preparations. The first ones to leave the precinct are the ones in charge of support, the two girls set off early to find someone willing to permit usage of their lawn as a possible impromptu field hospital and a little while later Aren leaves with a heavy CCG.
Slowly, the clock ticks to the appointed claw… And soon enough, Lunek can see in the distance the incoming omen of people. At first a distant line in the horizon, slowly the dark mark on the road coalesces into distinct shapes, the shapes of hundreds of vehicles slowly rolling down the road.
When the first few get close to the initial buildings of the main street, the entire convoy slows down. Their process of preparation is seemingly laborious, each vehicle houses multiple people at a time, smaller cars full to the brim, flatbeds with more people on their cargo space than can safely be contained, even buses conscripted for the effort. They carry with them signs, flags, a multitude of symbols as they dismount their vehicles and start spreading out to fill the street.
They seem to naturally form two distinct yet highly mixed groups, at its most distinctive is the pack of humans who keep a good distance from each other. But they are not alone in this group as takkan, mazic, yotul, zurulian and even drilvar form this central group. But flowing around them, not avoiding their presence but never infringing in their space is the grey mass of venlil, packed tight together, and mixed in there adding color to the monochromatic flux are krakotl, tilfish, sulean, iftali, sivkit and even a seemingly very confused duerten.
And at the very core of the moving group are their vehicles, which gently start rolling forward again as the group starts moving. Lunek simply waits, silently, by the side of the road, his ears attentively swiveling from one side to the other, expression having given way to function. Before the first of the convoy even arrives close he turns to the side, making a pointing sign with his tail. A woman who had been watching from her yard flicks her right ear and runs back inside.
He continues to wait, scanning around at all times for the presence of… Anything. The street is empty of locals when the first visitors start to alight. The convoy is loud, their symbols carry a loudness of colors and their vehicles make as much noise as they can to draw attention, but those who walk seem content in allowing their tools to speak for them, for now. Lunek tries to make sense of the banners and signs, but the messages are disparate as the group- Some speak of injustices against their people, some speak of anger at invaders, some speak of betrayal.
“Fuck off, fireman!” comes the harsh bark of a human, causing Lunek to flinch. But flinch is all he does, he simply starts walking alongside the moving convoy.
The exterminator’s attention is drawn to the details of the few people he can distinguish amongst the mass. Something tickles at his pattern-recognition but he cannot quite ascertain what for a while, until a lightly limping mazic makes her way to the edge of the mass “Want to finish the job?!” she trumpets, her form towering over his.
“I’m just observing, ma’am.” Though the tremor of his voice is noticeable, he remains stoic. But her proximity makes him notice something about her body, marks in her wrists, neck and feet. Though mazic have powerful wrists and knuckles upon which they support the front half of their weight, her left wrist seems completely incapable of it, giving her a limp particular to a three-point walk. “To make sure there’s no impediment on your path” he notices the leathery skin around her left wrist is deeply blackened.
“Oh, ‘no impediment’ is that it? So everyone that lives here is an impediment?!” her voice booms.
“Ma’am” still, he does not yield nor does he break his pace following the convoy “We have not done anything other than inform our people of your presence…” for a half second all he hears is the sound of his own heart “We can’t do anything else.”
Those words, then, sealed his fate. The first shout to echo in his direction was a yotul howling “Yeah you’re useless!” and soon the avalanche came in multiple voices and languages “Can’t do shit!” “You’re just here to hurt people!” “Useless crap!” “Idiot!” and many more.
With every step and twitch the very average exterminator puts all of his focus on just being there. He lets himself cower a little bit, against the barrage it is difficult not to, but he continues to accompany. A few curious coats step out from their houses to watch, but the front of the convoy seems far too focused on the sole exterminator in view to bother anyone else.
A few steps ahead, an older venlil with a cane has moved the closest to the convoy as any watcher has up to now. Seeing her proximity to the increasingly rowdy crowd causes Lunek to speed up, quickly approaching her “Leva-”
But his words are stalled when she puts a paw on his shoulder, she gently puts her head against his for just a second “You’re doing good pup, keep at it” she mutters to him before breaking contact and turning around to walk back inside. He can spy her grandchildren looking on through the door. Lunek looks back at the still-shouting moving convoy, takes a deep breath, and continues to accompany them forward. A small pawful of them, however, seem to have fallen silent.
Once having reached the limit of his assigned zone, however, Lunek stops. He watches the convoy move forward, past the houses, now noisier than before. The initial hollering at him had turned into disjointed screams at some indistinct foe- Though the herd had been noticed of a foe, it was yet unaware of who, or what, said foe was. So for now it howled at the ineptitude of… Someone. And as the last of the convoy passes beyond the imaginary line of his duty, Lunek lets out a deep sigh and allows himself to sit down on the ground.
He stays there for a moment, without thought, simply letting the tension, confusion and fear permeate his body until a gentle paw touches his arm. He doesn’t need to look to identify it, he lets his lover use her strength to prop him up, raising him to his feet “Keina you shouldn’t-”
“Neighbor’s looking over Tiss” his wife wraps her arms and tail around him “I’m not leaving you alone.” she stays like that for a second, before breaking off “Do you need to go after them?”
“No”
Marik stalks through the sidewalk, moving with energy. His speed outpaces the movement of the convoy, his paws twitch to grasp at something that isn’t there and a deep and intense motion makes his short fur stand on end. He had let the convoy’s head move in front of him, simply standing still as he assessed as many as he could in the mass, and now he had begun to move towards the front again.
As he stalked forward he focused his sight on every member of the convoy that seemed of interest. A human whose clothes seemed suspiciously loose, a venlil whose movements were far too stiff, a gojid who kept his claws behind his back. He stared at each like they were his quarry, analyzing every piece of movement they made for threats, and yet aside from the challenge in the human’s gaze he saw no danger arise.
Tenve had closed his shop, so as the convoy moved forward Marik simply continued to follow along, scanning the crowd for threats. But the next point of interest arrives, and he rushes ahead placing himself in front of the only restaurant of the town. Sunbreeze Meals wasn’t a very common sort of restaurant, Blackriver did not have enough visitors for a normal restaurant to be profitable and was small enough most people had their meals at home, it most often served takeout for those farmers who’d spend so long in the field they would return home without the energy to feed themselves.
Sparing a look inside at the only five tables, Marik couldn’t keep a small thought away from his mind. How most who got their meals from Sunbreeze these days did so because they enjoyed the cooking rather than their need of work, ever since the sunspeck population has been brought under control and the maintenance of the fields had become much smaller. He feels the presence long before he can recognize what led him to feel it and turns to stare at a group of six that approach the entrance: Two humans, a tilfish, two gojids and a takkan had broken off from the convoy and approached the restaurant.
He traces his color band over each in turn, and they all bristle at his stare. One of the humans hesitates before continuing to walk inside, and Marik simply remains by the door with his arms crossed, left ear twisted as far back as he could to listen to the inside.
“What have you got here?”
“W-we mostly ha-have ready ma-made meals to go or- or- Or you can look over the menu”
“There’s no need to stutter, y’know”
“So-sorry-”
“Really, after everything y’all are still with this predator crap?”
The chimes on the door echo for the second time in sequence as Marik makes his way inside. The tilfish had started to lean over the counter while the other five had arrayed themselves behind her. They all turn their attention to him as he enters, including the venlil manning the counter. Marik keeps his gaze directly on the tilfish for a few uncomfortable seconds, before looking at the man behind the counter and making a simple sign with his tail, a short vertical bob with the tip and a slow horizontal swipe. It’s meaning simple: >Safe<.
After a few seconds someone else appears from the kitchen. The tall venlil carries a large stack of plastic boxes in his arms, all of them seemingly designed to attach to themselves so as to be carried with ease. He puts them down with a resounding crash on the counter, and opens up his voice with ice “Farmer’s Pots, good meal when you’re working and can’t go home.” With each word the owner of the restaurant and main cook comes closer and closer to the tilfish, until the last “Ten credits each.”
Nobody moves for a couple of seconds, and then one of the humans steps closer and brings a holopad over to the credit reader. There’s a noise indicating payment, and then the owner raises his head and tilts it to focus his favored eye and both of his ears at the man who paid “Now,” he shifts register in his voice and the language he speaks in “fuck off” he finishes.
With no small amount of surprise the group of six retrieve the stack of packaged meals, carefully walking out and back into the convoy. Marik stays behind for a moment “Didn’t know you spoke human”
“Pup’s enamored with their languages. Of course, first greek words he learns is swearing.”
Outside, Marik stalks further ahead to the next point of interest. He moves faster than the convoy, and has time to move in front of it. For a few meters the street is still clear as he arrives to find a group of people standing in front of the Watchful. Standing there were all of its employees, and even all of its regulars, twenty people total standing there as if they were having the most normal day. If not for their raised ears tracking every noise coming from down the street and their swaying tails swinging about like angry beasts.
One of them simply points his tail at the other side of the street as Marik comes closer, and the hunter doesn’t need a second command to understand the meaning. They have this, he has a less practical but just as important duty. He crosses the street quickly before the convoy starts coming closer, and heads towards the park.
As the regulars of the Watchful had feared, it took little time until a large group had broken off from the convoy. With the town on alert about the convoy they had found themselves bereft of prey and now this group had set out to find some, anyone who might be willing, or not, to listen to their grievances. And what is clearly a place designed for people to congregate looked most appetizing.
Marik shadowed the group as they moved through the park, but they were accompanied by nothing but silence. It wasn’t until they ran into the centerpiece of the park that he took initiative, stepping ahead of the group and simply… Standing there a distance away from the tree of many scions, between it and the group.
“What’s so important over there, fireman?” it was a venlil who asked, but his usage of an english word was not lost on Marik.
“A place you will respect” the exterminator has his arms crossed, the one good portion of his gaze set on the man who asked “This is a grave.”
Though the group that now prowled was large, those who heard were taken aback. One such, however, approaches closer. He was a venlil whose fur shifted between a soft, brownish color and a dirty white “A tradition of the tenets right? One of those family trees?” The man would have been distinctive in any other group due to his missing patches of fur around neck, wrists, even portions around his head. But such signs of long term damage were common in the convoy.
Interest. They had shown true interest, or at least one of them had. “No, but similar… The forgotten tree is a grave for the forgotten.” He felt like these people, at least the ones before him, could probably understand the meaning of this place “It is of no tradition. Someone, a long time ago, wanted to honor someone who was gone but whose name was not meant to be remembered. Someone who had disappeared in the system… So they borrowed on another’s tradition, and added a scion to this tree, with something in their memory. Others have done so similarly, until it became… A grave for the forgotten”
“Didn’t think you’d be worried about this kind of place” it’s a human that speaks up this time
“Our duty is to protect this town, what you think-” but Marik’s words are interrupted by that same venlil who had asked before. His demeanor suddenly shifts, his ears perk up and his entire body shifts forward for a moment. He hesitates, for a second everyone’s focus is on him, and then he runs towards the tree.
Marik follows behind, stopping just by the man’s side as he finds himself at the base of the tree. The man makes a direct line to somewhere, something he had found from the distance, as if it had called him. He finds a thick and heavy branch that had been bent down by the weight of its scions and memories, near its base and speaking of a memory left behind long ago is a braid of fur made of three colors, a dirty white, a soft brown and a dark grey, bound by the braids are two beads.
The man raises up a paw, but does not touch it. As if cradling it, he recites the words engraved in one of the beads “I will cross every star to return home” others have come closer to listen to the man’s hoarse voice “There will always be a home for you” he reads of the second one. The names on the beads have been scratched out. The man falls on his knees “S-she kept her promise and… I couldn’t keep mine…”
Marik steps back as he watches two others come closer to comfort the man. He looks as a few others approach with more caution, looking up at the tree with a bit more reverence than they had before. Then, he turns around and starts heading back towards the main street.
Gazing out as the convoy gains a new flux, some leave it as it passes to move towards the park while others leave the park to rejoin the convoy, Marik simply stays there at the side of the street looking as stern as he could. Though the noise of the convoy remains great, here in this portion it seems to die down a little. A thought crosses his mind as he turns an ear as far back as he can, a thought he can’t help but voice “I wonder how many are looking at their own graves…”
As the convoy progresses, Santos simply stands by the front of the precinct, hands in his pockets. He watches the convoy arrive, heart beating fast, constrained hands the only reason he hasn't started shaking quite yet. He starts tapping his right foot as he watches the first few people cross by without noticing what this place is yet, everyone knows where the precinct is, so aside from the words printed on the sign by the entrance there is no other marker of what this building’s purpose might be.
Of course, it is impossible for nobody to notice. The entire convoy seems to stop as soon as a zurulian riding on the shoulders of a human points a claw at the building and says something. A large group breaks away at the command, all of them holding disparate signs and messages. They turn on the building with enough roars that whatever they are attempting to transmit is lost on him.
Santos is thankful his hearing isn’t nearly as good as his coworkers’, as the cacophony is already overwhelming him. He changes stances slightly, taking his hands out of his pockets and crossing his arms. This prompts a small group to turn their looks at him, the focus easily identifiable with the humans in their midst, focus which made the hair in the back of Santos’ neck stand on end. Living in this place had refined his sense of danger, but he didn’t need that to realize what could happen.
It was a group of five that approached, four humans and a venlil. “Didn’t think they’d be letting humans live out here in the boonies” said one of his kin.
Santos just shrugs “Got hired to work here. Honestly, rural folk get a needlessly bad reputation, most of the time they just don’t care as long as you’re not bothering them”
“Really? In my-”
Santos interrupts the man “Cut it out” there are many ways in which humans make themselves obvious, many of which are their eyes. Santos did understand the fear of them and why it was primal, it was not the fear of the eyes but the fear of attention, it was knowing you were under the scrutiny and judgment of another that set off that emotion. It was rarely the eyes that showed this attention for most species, but for humans it was, and the man’s clear gaze on his badge made the entire situation clear to him “Stop beating around the bush and say it already.”
Someone else is who speaks. The tall woman starts not with words, however, but by spitting on Santos’ uniform “You fucking traitor” her voice is both fierce and cold at the same time. A very emotional coldness.
“There we go” he sighs “Just… Move on. We’re not getting anything out of this conversation”
“Why?” It was the venlil in the group that started this time “These people hate you, they hate you for what you are! Why do you work for them?!”
Santos rubs his eyes and sighs “Because someone has to. Change only happens when you make it happen, simple as that”
“Change?!” another one of the humans howls “Do you think those people can change?! You know the truth, those fuckers have never done anything good!”
“You know, if you had read your history books…” Santos stares at the one who had just had their outburst “You’d remember that we once thought the very same about the police” there’s the sound of glass breaking, but he doesn’t reaction “And a lot of us still do”
The human staring him down shifts their gaze slightly at the broken window of the precinct, then back at Santos “A broken window is easy to fix” he shrugs “As I was saying. Same shit.” he crosses his arms again “There’s a role those people play, a role that needs to be played because it’s important. Different name, different problems, still the same shit. Gotta fix this, I’m doing my part” he then stares at the venlil in the group “You do yours. Simple as that.”
“Role?!” the venlil of the group steps closer “What role could they possibly have?! They only exist to hurt people!”
Santos steps back, and raises his eyes a little bit. Of course, the classics had shown themselves in this instance. With as many humans as there are in the crowd there were now quite a few objects in the air, most clearly aimed at the precinct behind him. Though given the failed arc of some of them it was clearly not just the humans indulging in such a tried and true method.
“I used to be a wildlife preserve ranger” Santos then focuses his gaze on the aggravated venlil “This is a frontier town, if you walk in the brushes with shorts you’ll walk out with your ankles numb. The athai out there are rather harmless, but they keep the sunspecks under control.” He takes another step back “Since coming here I’ve been pest control, had to catch an exotic animal set loose, investigated a murder, helped stop a child from taking her own life, stopped large scale fights, helped a dozen people avoid being arrested for self defense and helped break a fucking siege”
Santos cracks his knuckles “There’s roles. Jobs that need done and there is one fucking organization doing it all. That is a problem.” Then, he sighs and takes a few more steps to the side, offering indifference from this point on “There’s nothing I can say that would make you calm down.” he says one final time “Just make sure not to injure yourselves in the process, alright?” His words seemed to be enough to make the small group cease trying to interact, as the convoy had begun moving again. Though the one human who had called him a traitor gets one final parting shot at the precinct “Where the hell did you get an egg in this planet…” Santos says with a raised eyebrow as the projectile impacts the front door.
Keya stands by a large sign, the same one that welcomes you into Blackriver on one side and sees you out at the other, the official limit of the town. Her arms behind her back, her attention directly towards the front of the convoy as they march. Something gains the whole of her attention, the car in the front. Someone draws her focus, a human with a megaphone on top of the car. The man shouts words of encouragement at the people behind him with the megaphone before turning to his holopad, then he bends over downwards to discuss something with the driver.
She simply remains there, waiting for the convoy to pass. But instead of moving on out of the city, here the convoy stops completely. Keya observes as the further end of the convoy starts to slowly compact upon itself, and her ears pick up something “Alright everyone, start getting ready, next town over is more than a claw away, make sure you’ve left nothing behind” the words were not meant for her, nor for anyone too far. They come from the same man she had seen standing on top of the car, but he had now climbed down and was talking with a group of multiple species.
It is clear they have some degree of leadership, though the convoy does not stop cleanly nor does it begin to organize with alacrity they do respond to the group’s organization. So Keya keeps her focus on them as they point, wave and talk between themselves, others and devices. But at least one of them has noticed her attention, a gangly and light-skinned human with fire-red hair, the man that was atop the car. He starts walking in her direction, before turning around for one final set of commands as he walks backwards “And make sure the guys at the back got all the crap! We’re here to be heard, not to trash the city!” he says before turning back again to head towards her. A venlil with pure white fur erupts from inside the car he was riding, quickly dashing to his side as they notice where he was going.
In a few moments both have come up to her, the human looking down at her with the venlil bristles at his side “Saw anything interesting, fireman?”
“What are you doing here?”
“What? Isn’t it obvious?!” it was the venlil that roared a response “You saw all of it! You know what they’ve done to us! What they’ve done to everyone! And you still work for those brahking monsters! It’s like you’re thankful they made you a cripple!”
The human puts a hand on the venlil’s shoulder, calming her demeanor just a little bit “We’re here because honestly, we’re all too tired of being fucking ignored is what. So what the fuck are you gonna do?!”
“I have put the wrong emphasis” Keya says with her lack of tone. She can see the human shiver just a little bit “My task is to ensure the safety of this town. Your convoy is a danger. We have eight field-capable officers, we cannot ensure the safety of the residents against a group like yours. People will take actions for reasons, you have broadcast your reasons clearly. You have chosen this place for a reason which I cannot ascertain.”
She makes sure her ears are trained towards both the human and the venlil, an action which causes the venlil to cower behind her partner “We do not house government agencies. This is a farming town of little note. The local precinct is a simple precinct, we have no regulatory or command authority. The town population is approximately double that of the number of your convoy. We have no individuals of appreciable social or political reach. There is nothing in Blackriver of interest to people attempting to change government policy, nor have there been actions taken here that I can identify as being cause for retaliatory actions within the context of your message.”
“I must ensure this does not happen again and the only way of doing so is minimizing our attractivity as targets. A logical assumption of your choice of quarry would be a town with the presence of politicians, a large city with constant news coverage, cities housing important government agencies or those containing the Regional Firebases”
“So I ask again. What are you doing here?”
The two remain silent for a few seconds, before the human turns around with a mouth noise “Whatever, I don’t need to explain myself to someone that won’t listen. Come on!” he starts to stalk back towards the car, but stops once he notices his venlil companion wasn’t moving.
The snow-white venlil has their focus on Keya, who offers a simple low forward swipe of her tail, a sign to proceed. Still, the venlil seems frozen in place until the human comes back and grabs hold of their paw with a gentle touch. At which point both finally return to the convoy.
Keya remains at the side of the road, watching as the convoy readies itself again to leave. People get back inside cars, they hop on the back of trucks and load themselves into buses. She continues to watch as the convoy takes its time riding out, making their way out of the town.
Once it is finally gone, multiple footsteps sound behind her. When she turns around she meets her officers, having returned from their assigned positions “They have left. I expect your reports of what happened in each sector by the end of your shifts” she states plainly, before looking at Santos “They did not appear to have a specific reason for targeting Blackriver.” The question remains unspoken.
The human officer just shrugs “Sometimes, you don’t know what you’re doing. We’re just a little town, I doubt they even know what exactly they’re angry about.” He looks at the tail end of the convoy as it leaves “Town was probably just a place they felt safe going to.”
“D-do you think we might get more like that” Lunek says, at the back of the group.
“Who knows…” Santos sighs “But if human history applies anywhere here… This is just a sign of worse things to come”
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And thus the omen passes by. Feelings, emotions of all sorts, without a plan or a reason other than just their own rage and distress.
Did any of these even know what they were doing? And how much worse can it be when they do?
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Season 10 “Days of Fury” - Episode 2 “Visiting Omen”
He had hoped for a boring day. Boring days are good at work, and Santos was already expecting to not have many of them for a while.The first couple of days were boring, as usual- Blackriver is a small town, and the worst that had happened was Nila and Kessa making a few wellness checks after worried calls from neighbors. A couple of people in denial, a few ashamed at their own violent outbursts and a stern warning to Tamm about painting others’ properties without asking first.
This morning, however, began with an all-hands meeting. There were no meeting rooms in the office, so they made do in the general workspace room, they all stood there at the center while Keya looked them over.
“We have received a report from a neighboring city about a convoy of protestors making its way to Blackriver” she describes without tone. At this point nobody bothers interrupting.
“This convoy is comprised of approximately four hundred and seventy eight individuals of multiple species, primarily human and venlil but with operationally relevant representations of the entire spectrum of size and mobility types” her paws are behind her back, her ears focused directly ahead, her eyes centered to keep the entire team on the core of her focus “They have crossed multiple cities already, generally engaging in verbal sparring with any figure of authority, parading signs and banners denouncing all manners of authorities as well as occasionally engaging in physical altercations with officers.”
“They are also known to engage in vandalism. Though primarily aimed at exterminator and police precincts as well as public offices, they have already caused considerable collateral to others they have identified as ‘collaborators’” there’s a single heartbeat of waiting for breath before she continues “They have, however, not shown to be an incredibly organized group or one with a clear goal and objective. The convoy appears to contain only extremely emotionally charged people with no clear overarching goal.”
“We are incapable of dealing with the situation should they turn aggressive, as such we will be simply maintaining watch and relocating the populace should they become a problem.” Then, she picks up her holopad and passes it to Lunek beside her “They can only follow one path with the entire convoy, the central street, therefore I have divided it into four sectors. One of each will be assigned to a sector.”
First her ears turn to the first target “Lunek, sector one at the entrance. As the most approachable member of the precinct your task is to give an initial image of harmlessness. Do not engage first, do not take initiative against them. Ensure the members of the herd in the area are warned of their approach. If they become aggressive, retreat and focus on the escape of the herd.”
She tilts her head a little bit, turning her ears the other way “Marik, sector two. Mostly the commercial area, your task is ostensive protection to lower the chances of them initiating aggression. Whereas protection of the herd is first priority your second priority is ensuring Tenve’s Hardware Store as well as Sunbreeze Meals and Watchful Café remain capable of providing anyone whose residences become damaged.” suddenly, she turns her head entirely to face Marik “Ostensive protection means dissuasion, ensure that they know they are not under threat and as long as those specific areas are not engaged, do not provoke”
Next in her line of fire is Santos “As our human officer you will be in sector three, nearby the precinct. They are liable to become most agitated in this area and your presence may serve to calm them. You are not to engage, if deemed necessary the precinct’s materials are considered expendable, do not attempt to stop them”
“Sector four, the exit of town, will be with me to ensure that they have fully left Blackriver and will not attempt to turn back” then she tilts her ears again “Aren, you will gear up with a CCG and remain out of view range, your task will be quick emergency response should the need arise.” she then points her tail at the last three officers “Vess, your task will be to inform the herd and ensure a clear path for the convoy while Nila and Kessa will gather all of our medical supplies and set a staging area out of the convoy’s range. Organize ambulance assistance from Striped Hill and Everrain”
Then, she turns her ears around to focus each one in turn “As any attempt at aggression will end only in negative consequences, and in order to reduce the apparent levels of threat you will be unarmed. The estimated time of arrival is a third of a claw, ready yourselves and be at your post in time. Dismissed.”
“Not sure if I like or I don’t that we had the cold bastard right now” Aren says, as soon as Keya had left the room “Maybe we should move in closer when the convoy gets to sector four?”
“Probably a good idea to be nearby” Santos adds with a sigh “They might take umbrage with her demeanor, hopefully they won’t be set off too hard.”
And with silent signs of agreement all of the officers of Blackriver depart for preparations. The first ones to leave the precinct are the ones in charge of support, the two girls set off early to find someone willing to permit usage of their lawn as a possible impromptu field hospital and a little while later Aren leaves with a heavy CCG.
Slowly, the clock ticks to the appointed claw… And soon enough, Lunek can see in the distance the incoming omen of people. At first a distant line in the horizon, slowly the dark mark on the road coalesces into distinct shapes, the shapes of hundreds of vehicles slowly rolling down the road.
When the first few get close to the initial buildings of the main street, the entire convoy slows down. Their process of preparation is seemingly laborious, each vehicle houses multiple people at a time, smaller cars full to the brim, flatbeds with more people on their cargo space than can safely be contained, even buses conscripted for the effort. They carry with them signs, flags, a multitude of symbols as they dismount their vehicles and start spreading out to fill the street.
They seem to naturally form two distinct yet highly mixed groups, at its most distinctive is the pack of humans who keep a good distance from each other. But they are not alone in this group as takkan, mazic, yotul, zurulian and even drilvar form this central group. But flowing around them, not avoiding their presence but never infringing in their space is the grey mass of venlil, packed tight together, and mixed in there adding color to the monochromatic flux are krakotl, tilfish, sulean, iftali, sivkit and even a seemingly very confused duerten.
And at the very core of the moving group are their vehicles, which gently start rolling forward again as the group starts moving. Lunek simply waits, silently, by the side of the road, his ears attentively swiveling from one side to the other, expression having given way to function. Before the first of the convoy even arrives close he turns to the side, making a pointing sign with his tail. A woman who had been watching from her yard flicks her right ear and runs back inside.
He continues to wait, scanning around at all times for the presence of… Anything. The street is empty of locals when the first visitors start to alight. The convoy is loud, their symbols carry a loudness of colors and their vehicles make as much noise as they can to draw attention, but those who walk seem content in allowing their tools to speak for them, for now. Lunek tries to make sense of the banners and signs, but the messages are disparate as the group- Some speak of injustices against their people, some speak of anger at invaders, some speak of betrayal.
“Fuck off, fireman!” comes the harsh bark of a human, causing Lunek to flinch. But flinch is all he does, he simply starts walking alongside the moving convoy.
The exterminator’s attention is drawn to the details of the few people he can distinguish amongst the mass. Something tickles at his pattern-recognition but he cannot quite ascertain what for a while, until a lightly limping mazic makes her way to the edge of the mass “Want to finish the job?!” she trumpets, her form towering over his.
“I’m just observing, ma’am.” Though the tremor of his voice is noticeable, he remains stoic. But her proximity makes him notice something about her body, marks in her wrists, neck and feet. Though mazic have powerful wrists and knuckles upon which they support the front half of their weight, her left wrist seems completely incapable of it, giving her a limp particular to a three-point walk. “To make sure there’s no impediment on your path” he notices the leathery skin around her left wrist is deeply blackened.
“Oh, ‘no impediment’ is that it? So everyone that lives here is an impediment?!” her voice booms.
“Ma’am” still, he does not yield nor does he break his pace following the convoy “We have not done anything other than inform our people of your presence…” for a half second all he hears is the sound of his own heart “We can’t do anything else.”
Those words, then, sealed his fate. The first shout to echo in his direction was a yotul howling “Yeah you’re useless!” and soon the avalanche came in multiple voices and languages “Can’t do shit!” “You’re just here to hurt people!” “Useless crap!” “Idiot!” and many more.
With every step and twitch the very average exterminator puts all of his focus on just being there. He lets himself cower a little bit, against the barrage it is difficult not to, but he continues to accompany. A few curious coats step out from their houses to watch, but the front of the convoy seems far too focused on the sole exterminator in view to bother anyone else.
A few steps ahead, an older venlil with a cane has moved the closest to the convoy as any watcher has up to now. Seeing her proximity to the increasingly rowdy crowd causes Lunek to speed up, quickly approaching her “Leva-”
But his words are stalled when she puts a paw on his shoulder, she gently puts her head against his for just a second “You’re doing good pup, keep at it” she mutters to him before breaking contact and turning around to walk back inside. He can spy her grandchildren looking on through the door. Lunek looks back at the still-shouting moving convoy, takes a deep breath, and continues to accompany them forward. A small pawful of them, however, seem to have fallen silent.
Once having reached the limit of his assigned zone, however, Lunek stops. He watches the convoy move forward, past the houses, now noisier than before. The initial hollering at him had turned into disjointed screams at some indistinct foe- Though the herd had been noticed of a foe, it was yet unaware of who, or what, said foe was. So for now it howled at the ineptitude of… Someone. And as the last of the convoy passes beyond the imaginary line of his duty, Lunek lets out a deep sigh and allows himself to sit down on the ground.
He stays there for a moment, without thought, simply letting the tension, confusion and fear permeate his body until a gentle paw touches his arm. He doesn’t need to look to identify it, he lets his lover use her strength to prop him up, raising him to his feet “Keina you shouldn’t-”
“Neighbor’s looking over Tiss” his wife wraps her arms and tail around him “I’m not leaving you alone.” she stays like that for a second, before breaking off “Do you need to go after them?”
“No”
Marik stalks through the sidewalk, moving with energy. His speed outpaces the movement of the convoy, his paws twitch to grasp at something that isn’t there and a deep and intense motion makes his short fur stand on end. He had let the convoy’s head move in front of him, simply standing still as he assessed as many as he could in the mass, and now he had begun to move towards the front again.
As he stalked forward he focused his sight on every member of the convoy that seemed of interest. A human whose clothes seemed suspiciously loose, a venlil whose movements were far too stiff, a gojid who kept his claws behind his back. He stared at each like they were his quarry, analyzing every piece of movement they made for threats, and yet aside from the challenge in the human’s gaze he saw no danger arise.
Tenve had closed his shop, so as the convoy moved forward Marik simply continued to follow along, scanning the crowd for threats. But the next point of interest arrives, and he rushes ahead placing himself in front of the only restaurant of the town. Sunbreeze Meals wasn’t a very common sort of restaurant, Blackriver did not have enough visitors for a normal restaurant to be profitable and was small enough most people had their meals at home, it most often served takeout for those farmers who’d spend so long in the field they would return home without the energy to feed themselves.
Sparing a look inside at the only five tables, Marik couldn’t keep a small thought away from his mind. How most who got their meals from Sunbreeze these days did so because they enjoyed the cooking rather than their need of work, ever since the sunspeck population has been brought under control and the maintenance of the fields had become much smaller. He feels the presence long before he can recognize what led him to feel it and turns to stare at a group of six that approach the entrance: Two humans, a tilfish, two gojids and a takkan had broken off from the convoy and approached the restaurant.
He traces his color band over each in turn, and they all bristle at his stare. One of the humans hesitates before continuing to walk inside, and Marik simply remains by the door with his arms crossed, left ear twisted as far back as he could to listen to the inside.
“What have you got here?”
“W-we mostly ha-have ready ma-made meals to go or- or- Or you can look over the menu”
“There’s no need to stutter, y’know”
“So-sorry-”
“Really, after everything y’all are still with this predator crap?”
The chimes on the door echo for the second time in sequence as Marik makes his way inside. The tilfish had started to lean over the counter while the other five had arrayed themselves behind her. They all turn their attention to him as he enters, including the venlil manning the counter. Marik keeps his gaze directly on the tilfish for a few uncomfortable seconds, before looking at the man behind the counter and making a simple sign with his tail, a short vertical bob with the tip and a slow horizontal swipe. It’s meaning simple: >Safe<.
After a few seconds someone else appears from the kitchen. The tall venlil carries a large stack of plastic boxes in his arms, all of them seemingly designed to attach to themselves so as to be carried with ease. He puts them down with a resounding crash on the counter, and opens up his voice with ice “Farmer’s Pots, good meal when you’re working and can’t go home.” With each word the owner of the restaurant and main cook comes closer and closer to the tilfish, until the last “Ten credits each.”
Nobody moves for a couple of seconds, and then one of the humans steps closer and brings a holopad over to the credit reader. There’s a noise indicating payment, and then the owner raises his head and tilts it to focus his favored eye and both of his ears at the man who paid “Now,” he shifts register in his voice and the language he speaks in “fuck off” he finishes.
With no small amount of surprise the group of six retrieve the stack of packaged meals, carefully walking out and back into the convoy. Marik stays behind for a moment “Didn’t know you spoke human”
“Pup’s enamored with their languages. Of course, first greek words he learns is swearing.”
Outside, Marik stalks further ahead to the next point of interest. He moves faster than the convoy, and has time to move in front of it. For a few meters the street is still clear as he arrives to find a group of people standing in front of the Watchful. Standing there were all of its employees, and even all of its regulars, twenty people total standing there as if they were having the most normal day. If not for their raised ears tracking every noise coming from down the street and their swaying tails swinging about like angry beasts.
One of them simply points his tail at the other side of the street as Marik comes closer, and the hunter doesn’t need a second command to understand the meaning. They have this, he has a less practical but just as important duty. He crosses the street quickly before the convoy starts coming closer, and heads towards the park.
As the regulars of the Watchful had feared, it took little time until a large group had broken off from the convoy. With the town on alert about the convoy they had found themselves bereft of prey and now this group had set out to find some, anyone who might be willing, or not, to listen to their grievances. And what is clearly a place designed for people to congregate looked most appetizing.
Marik shadowed the group as they moved through the park, but they were accompanied by nothing but silence. It wasn’t until they ran into the centerpiece of the park that he took initiative, stepping ahead of the group and simply… Standing there a distance away from the tree of many scions, between it and the group.
“What’s so important over there, fireman?” it was a venlil who asked, but his usage of an english word was not lost on Marik.
“A place you will respect” the exterminator has his arms crossed, the one good portion of his gaze set on the man who asked “This is a grave.”
Though the group that now prowled was large, those who heard were taken aback. One such, however, approaches closer. He was a venlil whose fur shifted between a soft, brownish color and a dirty white “A tradition of the tenets right? One of those family trees?” The man would have been distinctive in any other group due to his missing patches of fur around neck, wrists, even portions around his head. But such signs of long term damage were common in the convoy.
Interest. They had shown true interest, or at least one of them had. “No, but similar… The forgotten tree is a grave for the forgotten.” He felt like these people, at least the ones before him, could probably understand the meaning of this place “It is of no tradition. Someone, a long time ago, wanted to honor someone who was gone but whose name was not meant to be remembered. Someone who had disappeared in the system… So they borrowed on another’s tradition, and added a scion to this tree, with something in their memory. Others have done so similarly, until it became… A grave for the forgotten”
“Didn’t think you’d be worried about this kind of place” it’s a human that speaks up this time
“Our duty is to protect this town, what you think-” but Marik’s words are interrupted by that same venlil who had asked before. His demeanor suddenly shifts, his ears perk up and his entire body shifts forward for a moment. He hesitates, for a second everyone’s focus is on him, and then he runs towards the tree.
Marik follows behind, stopping just by the man’s side as he finds himself at the base of the tree. The man makes a direct line to somewhere, something he had found from the distance, as if it had called him. He finds a thick and heavy branch that had been bent down by the weight of its scions and memories, near its base and speaking of a memory left behind long ago is a braid of fur made of three colors, a dirty white, a soft brown and a dark grey, bound by the braids are two beads.
The man raises up a paw, but does not touch it. As if cradling it, he recites the words engraved in one of the beads “I will cross every star to return home” others have come closer to listen to the man’s hoarse voice “There will always be a home for you” he reads of the second one. The names on the beads have been scratched out. The man falls on his knees “S-she kept her promise and… I couldn’t keep mine…”
Marik steps back as he watches two others come closer to comfort the man. He looks as a few others approach with more caution, looking up at the tree with a bit more reverence than they had before. Then, he turns around and starts heading back towards the main street.
Gazing out as the convoy gains a new flux, some leave it as it passes to move towards the park while others leave the park to rejoin the convoy, Marik simply stays there at the side of the street looking as stern as he could. Though the noise of the convoy remains great, here in this portion it seems to die down a little. A thought crosses his mind as he turns an ear as far back as he can, a thought he can’t help but voice “I wonder how many are looking at their own graves…”
As the convoy progresses, Santos simply stands by the front of the precinct, hands in his pockets. He watches the convoy arrive, heart beating fast, constrained hands the only reason he hasn't started shaking quite yet. He starts tapping his right foot as he watches the first few people cross by without noticing what this place is yet, everyone knows where the precinct is, so aside from the words printed on the sign by the entrance there is no other marker of what this building’s purpose might be.
Of course, it is impossible for nobody to notice. The entire convoy seems to stop as soon as a zurulian riding on the shoulders of a human points a claw at the building and says something. A large group breaks away at the command, all of them holding disparate signs and messages. They turn on the building with enough roars that whatever they are attempting to transmit is lost on him.
Santos is thankful his hearing isn’t nearly as good as his coworkers’, as the cacophony is already overwhelming him. He changes stances slightly, taking his hands out of his pockets and crossing his arms. This prompts a small group to turn their looks at him, the focus easily identifiable with the humans in their midst, focus which made the hair in the back of Santos’ neck stand on end. Living in this place had refined his sense of danger, but he didn’t need that to realize what could happen.
It was a group of five that approached, four humans and a venlil. “Didn’t think they’d be letting humans live out here in the boonies” said one of his kin.
Santos just shrugs “Got hired to work here. Honestly, rural folk get a needlessly bad reputation, most of the time they just don’t care as long as you’re not bothering them”
“Really? In my-”
Santos interrupts the man “Cut it out” there are many ways in which humans make themselves obvious, many of which are their eyes. Santos did understand the fear of them and why it was primal, it was not the fear of the eyes but the fear of attention, it was knowing you were under the scrutiny and judgment of another that set off that emotion. It was rarely the eyes that showed this attention for most species, but for humans it was, and the man’s clear gaze on his badge made the entire situation clear to him “Stop beating around the bush and say it already.”
Someone else is who speaks. The tall woman starts not with words, however, but by spitting on Santos’ uniform “You fucking traitor” her voice is both fierce and cold at the same time. A very emotional coldness.
“There we go” he sighs “Just… Move on. We’re not getting anything out of this conversation”
“Why?” It was the venlil in the group that started this time “These people hate you, they hate you for what you are! Why do you work for them?!”
Santos rubs his eyes and sighs “Because someone has to. Change only happens when you make it happen, simple as that”
“Change?!” another one of the humans howls “Do you think those people can change?! You know the truth, those fuckers have never done anything good!”
“You know, if you had read your history books…” Santos stares at the one who had just had their outburst “You’d remember that we once thought the very same about the police” there’s the sound of glass breaking, but he doesn’t reaction “And a lot of us still do”
The human staring him down shifts their gaze slightly at the broken window of the precinct, then back at Santos “A broken window is easy to fix” he shrugs “As I was saying. Same shit.” he crosses his arms again “There’s a role those people play, a role that needs to be played because it’s important. Different name, different problems, still the same shit. Gotta fix this, I’m doing my part” he then stares at the venlil in the group “You do yours. Simple as that.”
“Role?!” the venlil of the group steps closer “What role could they possibly have?! They only exist to hurt people!”
Santos steps back, and raises his eyes a little bit. Of course, the classics had shown themselves in this instance. With as many humans as there are in the crowd there were now quite a few objects in the air, most clearly aimed at the precinct behind him. Though given the failed arc of some of them it was clearly not just the humans indulging in such a tried and true method.
“I used to be a wildlife preserve ranger” Santos then focuses his gaze on the aggravated venlil “This is a frontier town, if you walk in the brushes with shorts you’ll walk out with your ankles numb. The athai out there are rather harmless, but they keep the sunspecks under control.” He takes another step back “Since coming here I’ve been pest control, had to catch an exotic animal set loose, investigated a murder, helped stop a child from taking her own life, stopped large scale fights, helped a dozen people avoid being arrested for self defense and helped break a fucking siege”
Santos cracks his knuckles “There’s roles. Jobs that need done and there is one fucking organization doing it all. That is a problem.” Then, he sighs and takes a few more steps to the side, offering indifference from this point on “There’s nothing I can say that would make you calm down.” he says one final time “Just make sure not to injure yourselves in the process, alright?” His words seemed to be enough to make the small group cease trying to interact, as the convoy had begun moving again. Though the one human who had called him a traitor gets one final parting shot at the precinct “Where the hell did you get an egg in this planet…” Santos says with a raised eyebrow as the projectile impacts the front door.
Keya stands by a large sign, the same one that welcomes you into Blackriver on one side and sees you out at the other, the official limit of the town. Her arms behind her back, her attention directly towards the front of the convoy as they march. Something gains the whole of her attention, the car in the front. Someone draws her focus, a human with a megaphone on top of the car. The man shouts words of encouragement at the people behind him with the megaphone before turning to his holopad, then he bends over downwards to discuss something with the driver.
She simply remains there, waiting for the convoy to pass. But instead of moving on out of the city, here the convoy stops completely. Keya observes as the further end of the convoy starts to slowly compact upon itself, and her ears pick up something “Alright everyone, start getting ready, next town over is more than a claw away, make sure you’ve left nothing behind” the words were not meant for her, nor for anyone too far. They come from the same man she had seen standing on top of the car, but he had now climbed down and was talking with a group of multiple species.
It is clear they have some degree of leadership, though the convoy does not stop cleanly nor does it begin to organize with alacrity they do respond to the group’s organization. So Keya keeps her focus on them as they point, wave and talk between themselves, others and devices. But at least one of them has noticed her attention, a gangly and light-skinned human with fire-red hair, the man that was atop the car. He starts walking in her direction, before turning around for one final set of commands as he walks backwards “And make sure the guys at the back got all the crap! We’re here to be heard, not to trash the city!” he says before turning back again to head towards her. A venlil with pure white fur erupts from inside the car he was riding, quickly dashing to his side as they notice where he was going.
In a few moments both have come up to her, the human looking down at her with the venlil bristles at his side “Saw anything interesting, fireman?”
“What are you doing here?”
“What? Isn’t it obvious?!” it was the venlil that roared a response “You saw all of it! You know what they’ve done to us! What they’ve done to everyone! And you still work for those brahking monsters! It’s like you’re thankful they made you a cripple!”
The human puts a hand on the venlil’s shoulder, calming her demeanor just a little bit “We’re here because honestly, we’re all too tired of being fucking ignored is what. So what the fuck are you gonna do?!”
“I have put the wrong emphasis” Keya says with her lack of tone. She can see the human shiver just a little bit “My task is to ensure the safety of this town. Your convoy is a danger. We have eight field-capable officers, we cannot ensure the safety of the residents against a group like yours. People will take actions for reasons, you have broadcast your reasons clearly. You have chosen this place for a reason which I cannot ascertain.”
She makes sure her ears are trained towards both the human and the venlil, an action which causes the venlil to cower behind her partner “We do not house government agencies. This is a farming town of little note. The local precinct is a simple precinct, we have no regulatory or command authority. The town population is approximately double that of the number of your convoy. We have no individuals of appreciable social or political reach. There is nothing in Blackriver of interest to people attempting to change government policy, nor have there been actions taken here that I can identify as being cause for retaliatory actions within the context of your message.”
“I must ensure this does not happen again and the only way of doing so is minimizing our attractivity as targets. A logical assumption of your choice of quarry would be a town with the presence of politicians, a large city with constant news coverage, cities housing important government agencies or those containing the Regional Firebases”
“So I ask again. What are you doing here?”
The two remain silent for a few seconds, before the human turns around with a mouth noise “Whatever, I don’t need to explain myself to someone that won’t listen. Come on!” he starts to stalk back towards the car, but stops once he notices his venlil companion wasn’t moving.
The snow-white venlil has their focus on Keya, who offers a simple low forward swipe of her tail, a sign to proceed. Still, the venlil seems frozen in place until the human comes back and grabs hold of their paw with a gentle touch. At which point both finally return to the convoy.
Keya remains at the side of the road, watching as the convoy readies itself again to leave. People get back inside cars, they hop on the back of trucks and load themselves into buses. She continues to watch as the convoy takes its time riding out, making their way out of the town.
Once it is finally gone, multiple footsteps sound behind her. When she turns around she meets her officers, having returned from their assigned positions “They have left. I expect your reports of what happened in each sector by the end of your shifts” she states plainly, before looking at Santos “They did not appear to have a specific reason for targeting Blackriver.” The question remains unspoken.
The human officer just shrugs “Sometimes, you don’t know what you’re doing. We’re just a little town, I doubt they even know what exactly they’re angry about.” He looks at the tail end of the convoy as it leaves “Town was probably just a place they felt safe going to.”
“D-do you think we might get more like that” Lunek says, at the back of the group.
“Who knows…” Santos sighs “But if human history applies anywhere here… This is just a sign of worse things to come”
And thus the omen passes by. Feelings, emotions of all sorts, without a plan or a reason other than just their own rage and distress.
Did any of these even know what they were doing? And how much worse can it be when they do?
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2024.05.18 22:22 tunex2014 Ultimate Guide to Visiting Niagara Falls in 2024: What’s New and Must-See Attractions
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2024.05.18 22:21 ohshitgorillas Matplotlib button not responding
I'm trying to write some basic mass spec data reduction software, and I'm running into an issue with a Matplotlib button not responding.
The button should allow the user to toggle between two different plots, but as it stands, the button does nothing at all and I'm really scratching my head as to why.
Any help would be greatly appreciated.
submitted by ohshitgorillas to learnpython [link] [comments]
The button should allow the user to toggle between two different plots, but as it stands, the button does nothing at all and I'm really scratching my head as to why.
Any help would be greatly appreciated.
import matplotlib.pyplot as plt import matplotlib.backends.backend_tkagg as tkagg import tkinter as tk from matplotlib.widgets import Button def qc_manual(filtered_data, figure, canvas): def update_plot_colors(axes, lines_to_analyze): for ax in axes.flat: for line in ax.lines: analysis = lines_to_analyze.get(line) line.set_color( 'blue' if analysis.active and analysis.analysis_type == 'lineblank' else 'gray' # inactive ) line.set_marker('o' if analysis.active else 'x') # toggle the 2/40 amu data def on_click(event, filtered_data, axes, lines_to_analyze, canvas): # clear the lines and axes from the bottom right plot axes[1, 1].clear() for line in list(lines_to_analyze.keys()): if line in axes[1, 1].lines: del lines_to_analyze[line] title = axes[1, 1].get_title() new_title = '2 amu - All Data' if '40 amu - All Data' in title else '40 amu - All Data' axes[1,1].set_title(new_title) for analysis in filtered_data: # filter data for active indices mass = '2 amu' if new_title == '2 amu - All Data' else '40 amu' x = analysis.time_sec y = analysis.raw_data[mass] line_color = 'blue' if analysis.active else 'gray' line_marker = 'o' if analysis.active else 'x' if new_title == '2 amu - All Data': line, = axes[1,1].plot(x, y, marker=line_marker, linestyle='-', picker=5, color=line_color, zorder=2) else: line, = axes[1,1].plot(x, y, marker=line_marker, linestyle='-', picker=5, color=line_color, zorder=2) lines_to_analyze[line] = analysis # recreate the button toggle_button_ax = axes[1, 1].inset_axes([0.75, 1, 0.25, 0.1]) figure.toggle_button = Button(toggle_button_ax, 'Toggle 2/40 amu') figure.toggle_button.on_clicked(lambda event: on_click(event, filtered_data, axes, lines_to_analyze, canvas)) # formatting axes[1,1].set_title(new_title) update_plot_colors(axes, lines_to_analyze) canvas.draw() lines_to_analyze = {} # dictionary to map lines to analyses for efficient lookup for ax, (mass, title) in zip(axes.flat, [ ('4 amu', '4 amu - Gas Standards'), ('4 amu', '4 amu - Blanks'), ('3 amu', '3 amu - All Data'), ('40 amu', '40 amu - All Data') ]): for analysis in filtered_data: # formatting line_color = 'blue' if analysis.active else 'gray' line_marker = 'o' if analysis.active else 'x' x = analysis.time_sec y = analysis.raw_data[mass] # draw the data line, = ax.plot(x, y, marker=line_marker, linestyle='-', picker=5, color=line_color, zorder=2) # store the line and analysis in the dictionary lines_to_analyze[line] = analysis # formatting ax.set_title(title) # create a button to toggle between 40 amu and 2 amu toggle_button_ax = axes[1, 1].inset_axes([0.75, 1, 0.25, 0.1]) figure.toggle_button = Button(toggle_button_ax, 'Toggle 2/40 amu') figure.toggle_button.on_clicked(lambda event: on_click(event, filtered_data, axes, lines_to_analyze, canvas)) # update the plot update_plot_colors(axes, lines_to_analyze) plt.tight_layout() canvas.draw() filtered_data_list = [] for i in range(5): # replace 5 with the number of analyses you want filtered_data = type('filtered_data', (object,), {'raw_data': {}, 'time_sec': [], 'analysis_type': 'lineblank', 'active': True}) filtered_data.time_sec = [10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100] filtered_data.raw_data['4 amu'] = [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10] filtered_data.raw_data['2 amu'] = [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10] filtered_data.raw_data['3 amu'] = [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10] filtered_data.raw_data['40 amu'] = [2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, 14, 16, 18, 20] filtered_data_list.append(filtered_data) # setup the main window, figure, and canvas root = tk.Tk() figure = plt.figure() figure.set_size_inches(12, 8) axes = figure.subplots(2, 2) canvas = tkagg.FigureCanvasTkAgg(figure, master=root) canvas.get_tk_widget().pack(side=tk.TOP, fill=tk.BOTH, expand=True) canvas.draw() qc_manual(filtered_data_list, figure, canvas) root.mainloop() 2024.05.18 22:19 Guy_Of_Reddit Color album tournament day 21: Black albums. Metallica self titled won Black day 2 by 2 votes! Choose your favorite metal album with a primarily black cover, most upvoted wins Black day 3.
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2024.05.18 22:17 ohshitgorillas Matplotlib button not responding
I want to add a button that will allow the user to toggle one of four plots between two different data sets, however, the button fails to respond.
The button should call the function which should update the plot... I'm really scratching my head as to why it doesn't. Can anyone shed some light on this?
submitted by ohshitgorillas to pythonhelp [link] [comments]
The button should call the function which should update the plot... I'm really scratching my head as to why it doesn't. Can anyone shed some light on this?
import matplotlib.pyplot as plt import matplotlib.backends.backend_tkagg as tkagg import tkinter as tk from matplotlib.widgets import Button def qc_manual(filtered_data, figure, canvas): def update_plot_colors(axes, lines_to_analyze): for ax in axes.flat: for line in ax.lines: analysis = lines_to_analyze.get(line) line.set_color( 'blue' if analysis.active and analysis.analysis_type == 'lineblank' else 'gray' # inactive ) line.set_marker('o' if analysis.active else 'x') # toggle the 2/40 amu data def on_click(event, filtered_data, axes, lines_to_analyze, canvas): # clear the lines and axes from the bottom right plot axes[1, 1].clear() for line in list(lines_to_analyze.keys()): if line in axes[1, 1].lines: del lines_to_analyze[line] title = axes[1, 1].get_title() new_title = '2 amu - All Data' if '40 amu - All Data' in title else '40 amu - All Data' axes[1,1].set_title(new_title) for analysis in filtered_data: # filter data for active indices mass = '2 amu' if new_title == '2 amu - All Data' else '40 amu' x = analysis.time_sec y = analysis.raw_data[mass] line_color = 'blue' if analysis.active else 'gray' line_marker = 'o' if analysis.active else 'x' if new_title == '2 amu - All Data': line, = axes[1,1].plot(x, y, marker=line_marker, linestyle='-', picker=5, color=line_color, zorder=2) else: line, = axes[1,1].plot(x, y, marker=line_marker, linestyle='-', picker=5, color=line_color, zorder=2) lines_to_analyze[line] = analysis # recreate the button toggle_button_ax = axes[1, 1].inset_axes([0.75, 1, 0.25, 0.1]) figure.toggle_button = Button(toggle_button_ax, 'Toggle 2/40 amu') figure.toggle_button.on_clicked(lambda event: on_click(event, filtered_data, axes, lines_to_analyze, canvas)) # formatting axes[1,1].set_title(new_title) update_plot_colors(axes, lines_to_analyze) canvas.draw() lines_to_analyze = {} # dictionary to map lines to analyses for efficient lookup for ax, (mass, title) in zip(axes.flat, [ ('4 amu', '4 amu - Gas Standards'), ('4 amu', '4 amu - Blanks'), ('3 amu', '3 amu - All Data'), ('40 amu', '40 amu - All Data') ]): for analysis in filtered_data: # formatting line_color = 'blue' if analysis.active else 'gray' line_marker = 'o' if analysis.active else 'x' x = analysis.time_sec y = analysis.raw_data[mass] # draw the data line, = ax.plot(x, y, marker=line_marker, linestyle='-', picker=5, color=line_color, zorder=2) # store the line and analysis in the dictionary lines_to_analyze[line] = analysis # formatting ax.set_title(title) # create a button to toggle between 40 amu and 2 amu toggle_button_ax = axes[1, 1].inset_axes([0.75, 1, 0.25, 0.1]) figure.toggle_button = Button(toggle_button_ax, 'Toggle 2/40 amu') figure.toggle_button.on_clicked(lambda event: on_click(event, filtered_data, axes, lines_to_analyze, canvas)) # update the plot update_plot_colors(axes, lines_to_analyze) plt.tight_layout() canvas.draw() filtered_data_list = [] for i in range(5): # replace 5 with the number of analyses you want filtered_data = type('filtered_data', (object,), {'raw_data': {}, 'time_sec': [], 'analysis_type': 'lineblank', 'active': True}) filtered_data.time_sec = [10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100] filtered_data.raw_data['4 amu'] = [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10] filtered_data.raw_data['2 amu'] = [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10] filtered_data.raw_data['3 amu'] = [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10] filtered_data.raw_data['40 amu'] = [2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, 14, 16, 18, 20] filtered_data_list.append(filtered_data) # setup the main window, figure, and canvas root = tk.Tk() figure = plt.figure() figure.set_size_inches(12, 8) axes = figure.subplots(2, 2) canvas = tkagg.FigureCanvasTkAgg(figure, master=root) canvas.get_tk_widget().pack(side=tk.TOP, fill=tk.BOTH, expand=True) canvas.draw() qc_manual(filtered_data_list, figure, canvas) root.mainloop() 2024.05.18 22:16 Vorlice Modern Anarchy [Anarchy] {1.20.4} {Java}
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• Experience the true essence of Minecraft with no vanilla altering plugins or meddling admins.
• Reach your potential in this survival wasteland with no resets ever.
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• Discover a vast 3x3 million block world border.
• Respawn within 500 blocks of 0 0, allowing you to redefine your survival journey.
• Explore and exploit the nether roof.
🔒No Teleports, No Shortcuts: Authentic Vanilla Anarchy
• Hard Difficulty, No Compromises: Test your survival skills in the toughest conditions.
• Uncover the mysteries below spawn - good luck!
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• Hack like a pro, build empires, survive the chaos.
• No bans ever - only mutes for hate speech, hard slurs, or chat spam.
️🕹️ Forge Your Path in a Pure Vanilla World:
• Experience the true essence of Minecraft with no vanilla altering plugins or meddling admins.
• Reach your potential in this survival wasteland with no resets ever.
🌍 World Exploration Extravaganza:
• Discover a vast 3x3 million block world border.
• Respawn within 500 blocks of 0 0, allowing you to redefine your survival journey.
• Explore and exploit the nether roof.
🔒No Teleports, No Shortcuts: Authentic Vanilla Anarchy
• Hard Difficulty, No Compromises: Test your survival skills in the toughest conditions.
• Uncover the mysteries below spawn - good luck!
💬 Shape the Future with Direct Input: Join our Discord and engage with the community.
• Server owner, Vorlice, is available for technical queries.
️• Launched in July 2023, always synced with the latest version (1.20.4).
• Powered by robust hardware in New York for a lag-free experience.
💎 Support the Chaos:
Vote or donate to color your name in chat and stand out in the vibrant community.
2024.05.18 22:16 Vorlice Modern Anarchy [Anarchy] {1.20.4} {Java}
🔥Welcome to Modern Anarchy🔥 - A Dedicated Community of Anarchy Enthusiasts!
🌐 Server IP: modern-anarchy.org
👾Anarchy at Its Finest with a Dedicated Community:
• Hack like a pro, build empires, survive the chaos.
• No bans ever - only mutes for hate speech, hard slurs, or chat spam.
️🕹️ Forge Your Path in a Pure Vanilla World:
• Experience the true essence of Minecraft with no vanilla altering plugins or meddling admins.
• Reach your potential in this survival wasteland with no resets ever.
🌍 World Exploration Extravaganza:
• Discover a vast 3x3 million block world border.
• Respawn within 500 blocks of 0 0, allowing you to redefine your survival journey.
• Explore and exploit the nether roof.
🔒No Teleports, No Shortcuts: Authentic Vanilla Anarchy
• Hard Difficulty, No Compromises: Test your survival skills in the toughest conditions.
• Uncover the mysteries below spawn - good luck!
💬 Shape the Future with Direct Input: Join our Discord and engage with the community.
• Server owner, Vorlice, is available for technical queries.
️• Launched in July 2023, always synced with the latest version (1.20.4).
• Powered by robust hardware in New York for a lag-free experience.
💎 Support the Chaos:
Vote or donate to color your name in chat and stand out in the vibrant community.
🌐 Server IP: modern-anarchy.org
submitted by Vorlice to MCVanillaServers [link] [comments]
• Hack like a pro, build empires, survive the chaos.
• No bans ever - only mutes for hate speech, hard slurs, or chat spam.
️🕹️ Forge Your Path in a Pure Vanilla World:
• Experience the true essence of Minecraft with no vanilla altering plugins or meddling admins.
• Reach your potential in this survival wasteland with no resets ever.
🌍 World Exploration Extravaganza:
• Discover a vast 3x3 million block world border.
• Respawn within 500 blocks of 0 0, allowing you to redefine your survival journey.
• Explore and exploit the nether roof.
🔒No Teleports, No Shortcuts: Authentic Vanilla Anarchy
• Hard Difficulty, No Compromises: Test your survival skills in the toughest conditions.
• Uncover the mysteries below spawn - good luck!
💬 Shape the Future with Direct Input: Join our Discord and engage with the community.
• Server owner, Vorlice, is available for technical queries.
️• Launched in July 2023, always synced with the latest version (1.20.4).
• Powered by robust hardware in New York for a lag-free experience.
💎 Support the Chaos:
Vote or donate to color your name in chat and stand out in the vibrant community.
2024.05.18 22:15 Conscious-Dingo4463 1979. GMC 'Desert Fox' Jimmy
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2024.05.18 22:07 lolswainbot Painted Dream5cape
ORIGAN
In the future, it may be possible to utilize dreamscapes as a form of communication. Of course, the hurdles will be great, but the potential usage of this technology is limitless. From education to entertainment. Work to advertisements. Humans may now finally be able to begin living life 24/7. The greatest obstacle we must face is the fact that only those with a greater affinity with the Psyche can contact others with lower affinity as the communication will be a form of ‘invasion’. Additionally, for multiple people to communicate at once, only one person is allowed to have a low affinity with the Psyche, and the rest must be powerful enough to ‘invade’ a singular dreamscape. The side effects of such procedures are unknown.
What will art look like? Will this new form of dream communication become the purest form of exchange, or will it extend beyond coexistence, to emergence?
Red, green, blue.
However, the colours mix into white.
Projections? This could be a sort of light-based illusion.
The blank air is the white canvas, and the dream is being painted with white colours.
Some changes, as if the invisible brushes are brushing the air. Wind. Something is coming.
“...Reveal yourself.”
As a proud warrior of Wundergartenn, Acata was trained in the arts of dream control. As the greatest weapon of the nation, she was not allowed to have any weaknesses, and one possible liability was the mindscape — which was especially emphasized due to the infamy of the previous demon lord, Ereman.
The first lesson was to understand the difference between when you dreamed of enemies, or when your dream was being invaded.
“...I suppose it is no use to hide myself any longer, huh…”
Entering from an invisible corner, the mysterious figure showed themself as a young girl — no older than the hero, dressed lightly in combat gear. She wore a hero’s attire, as seen by an eyepatch and various equipment — a sign of experience. However, their equipment seemed dated, even for the ancient stranger’s time. They were rusty and used, used far beyond their expiration. An aged spirit in the body of eternal youth, she was similar in appearance to Acata but slightly older.
Acata took a better look of the dream world around her. Unlike her usual dreams of real and realistic environments, this space was completely snow-white. It seemed that this dream had been completely rewritten even through her mental training.
“...Hm, so it seems that I was wrong,” said the stranger, “I thought that our kind was few, but I suppose the Goddess’s influences were far more reaching than I first expected.”
“Explain yourself,” said Acata.
“Hm… Well, it looks like you are in a lot of trouble already. Where you are, I cannot help you,” said the stranger, “I suppose all I can part you is some wisdom of mine — some small pieces of advice.”
“I don’t want any ‘wisdom’. I only desire solid information — such as your name and identity.”
The stranger moved her delicate hand under her chin, pondering the request. Her movements were graceful and calculated as if she had been trained in the art of high manners. Her actions as well as speech contrasted her appearance — an experienced adventurer acting as if it was tea time.
“...Well, I’m not even sure you’ll survive this encounter, so let’s make a deal,” said the stranger, “If you live, I’ll tell you everything there is to know — about me, and about you.”
“...How did you bypass my training? It should’ve been impossible even for court mages and talent holders…”
“You’ll learn that too when you survive. Ah, I suppose when you survive then find me,” said the girl, “for now you can call me the sand girl.”
“Sandgirl?”
“I’m not sure what it means, but someone I know gave me that nickname. Then I suppose I’ll leave you alone for now — you have a long journey ahead of you after all.”
Before Acata could ask any more questions, the sandgirl disappeared amongst the invisible blank canvases of the dreamscape. From the motions of the air, it seemed that the painting of white was finally complete. The hero wondered what the point was — to draw a blank picture and to leave it where it would surely disappear in an hour or so. Her dreams were finite, and so was the invisible painting. Why even bother?
However, as Acata finally stood up from the void of snow, she could feel a strange vibration in the air in specific areas.
Patches of red, green, and blue. All mixed, of course.
When one paints with white, it is different from not painting. The colours leave texture and slight depth, unperceptable unless touched up close.
“...What is this?”
A puzzle. Perhaps this painting would remain in her mind for a little bit longer.
submitted by lolswainbot to EonsRequiem [link] [comments]
In the future, it may be possible to utilize dreamscapes as a form of communication. Of course, the hurdles will be great, but the potential usage of this technology is limitless. From education to entertainment. Work to advertisements. Humans may now finally be able to begin living life 24/7. The greatest obstacle we must face is the fact that only those with a greater affinity with the Psyche can contact others with lower affinity as the communication will be a form of ‘invasion’. Additionally, for multiple people to communicate at once, only one person is allowed to have a low affinity with the Psyche, and the rest must be powerful enough to ‘invade’ a singular dreamscape. The side effects of such procedures are unknown.
What will art look like? Will this new form of dream communication become the purest form of exchange, or will it extend beyond coexistence, to emergence?
- Somniology Report 2449 by Reason Gandersson, Royal Head Guard and lead researcher of the Somniology department of the Avangardian Spells, Skills and Sciences Institution (A3S)
Red, green, blue.
However, the colours mix into white.
Projections? This could be a sort of light-based illusion.
The blank air is the white canvas, and the dream is being painted with white colours.
Some changes, as if the invisible brushes are brushing the air. Wind. Something is coming.
“...Reveal yourself.”
As a proud warrior of Wundergartenn, Acata was trained in the arts of dream control. As the greatest weapon of the nation, she was not allowed to have any weaknesses, and one possible liability was the mindscape — which was especially emphasized due to the infamy of the previous demon lord, Ereman.
The first lesson was to understand the difference between when you dreamed of enemies, or when your dream was being invaded.
“...I suppose it is no use to hide myself any longer, huh…”
Entering from an invisible corner, the mysterious figure showed themself as a young girl — no older than the hero, dressed lightly in combat gear. She wore a hero’s attire, as seen by an eyepatch and various equipment — a sign of experience. However, their equipment seemed dated, even for the ancient stranger’s time. They were rusty and used, used far beyond their expiration. An aged spirit in the body of eternal youth, she was similar in appearance to Acata but slightly older.
Acata took a better look of the dream world around her. Unlike her usual dreams of real and realistic environments, this space was completely snow-white. It seemed that this dream had been completely rewritten even through her mental training.
“...Hm, so it seems that I was wrong,” said the stranger, “I thought that our kind was few, but I suppose the Goddess’s influences were far more reaching than I first expected.”
“Explain yourself,” said Acata.
“Hm… Well, it looks like you are in a lot of trouble already. Where you are, I cannot help you,” said the stranger, “I suppose all I can part you is some wisdom of mine — some small pieces of advice.”
“I don’t want any ‘wisdom’. I only desire solid information — such as your name and identity.”
The stranger moved her delicate hand under her chin, pondering the request. Her movements were graceful and calculated as if she had been trained in the art of high manners. Her actions as well as speech contrasted her appearance — an experienced adventurer acting as if it was tea time.
“...Well, I’m not even sure you’ll survive this encounter, so let’s make a deal,” said the stranger, “If you live, I’ll tell you everything there is to know — about me, and about you.”
“...How did you bypass my training? It should’ve been impossible even for court mages and talent holders…”
“You’ll learn that too when you survive. Ah, I suppose when you survive then find me,” said the girl, “for now you can call me the sand girl.”
“Sandgirl?”
“I’m not sure what it means, but someone I know gave me that nickname. Then I suppose I’ll leave you alone for now — you have a long journey ahead of you after all.”
Before Acata could ask any more questions, the sandgirl disappeared amongst the invisible blank canvases of the dreamscape. From the motions of the air, it seemed that the painting of white was finally complete. The hero wondered what the point was — to draw a blank picture and to leave it where it would surely disappear in an hour or so. Her dreams were finite, and so was the invisible painting. Why even bother?
However, as Acata finally stood up from the void of snow, she could feel a strange vibration in the air in specific areas.
Patches of red, green, and blue. All mixed, of course.
When one paints with white, it is different from not painting. The colours leave texture and slight depth, unperceptable unless touched up close.
“...What is this?”
A puzzle. Perhaps this painting would remain in her mind for a little bit longer.
2024.05.18 22:05 KingsCountyWriter [WTS] Three 18k Pilot Elite Pocket Pens
https://imgur.com/gallery/three-18k-pilot-elite-fountain-pens-oNTgqPz
For sale are three Pilot pocket pens that have similarities in their size and gold content, but little else. I believe all three pens are from the mid-1970s, and each one has design features that Pilot eliminated in their current E95s pocket pen offerings. Each pen takes contemporary Pilot and compatible cartridges, in addition to the Con-20/40 converters. All pens have been flushed and work perfectly. All sub rules apply, please comment before DMing. Prices include CONUS/Hawaii shipping, international shipping extra and to be discussed. Thanks for looking.
First up is a crosshatched capped Pilot Elite with an 18k nib. The body cap has the name 鎌田（かまた, Kamata) lightly etched into it, adjacent to the body cap dating PJ12 (April 12, 1970). The fingernail (?) nib, dated H176 (January 1976), writes a typically smooth Pilot line, with a slightly perceptible bounce. It’s slightly wet, but that might be due to the mixture of inks currently in the cartridge. The clip functions as it should, and the pen opens and closes smoothly and securely. The crosshatched pattern is doing an excellent job of protecting the top cap from scratches, but the section and back cap have slightly better than normal wear for a pen that is 48 year old pen. C- rating for the engraving. $125 CONUS insured/shipped.
Next is an 18k white section/back cap, gold colored, metal capped Pilot Elite. The nib lacks a visible date code, and writes with a smooth, wet Pilot line. The fingernail style nib is slightly rounder than the Crosshatched Elte, and has a small, half-moon breather hole above the start of the section. The 18k nib matches the cap and lock nut in color, which contrast nicely with the white section and back cap. The back cap has the 18k ID and the ML17 code is crisply rendered, and the cap has a nice gold accent scroll encircling it before the opening. The fully functioning clip has the curved sloping design not in use now, and gives this pen a nice Showa vibe. This pen shows little sign of use, as both caps and section are very clear without any dings,visible rubbings or scratches. I’d rate this a conservative, B rating, taking into account that it’s vintage. Why did Pilot stop giving alternatives to the Elite? $85 CONUS insured/shipped.
Lastly we have a black with gold accent 18k nib pen. The pen features a wet gold-colored 18k nib that is more streamlined than the rounder white Elite, and it lacks the crescent breather hole of the Crosshatch Elite. The top cap has a sloping finial, and the bottom band has a downward pointing concave motif introduced after 1974. The 18k logo is clear as is the body cap etching reading OC11. The pen opens and closes securely, and the clip is in excellent shape, functioning as designed. The nib writes wet and smoothly, and the lineweight is typical for a Japanese nib. This pen is in very nice shape, and I’d rate it a conservative B-. It’s hard to see the wear here on this 50 year old pen. $85 CONUS insured/shipped.
Thanks for looking. Please ask questions!
submitted by KingsCountyWriter to Pen_Swap [link] [comments]
For sale are three Pilot pocket pens that have similarities in their size and gold content, but little else. I believe all three pens are from the mid-1970s, and each one has design features that Pilot eliminated in their current E95s pocket pen offerings. Each pen takes contemporary Pilot and compatible cartridges, in addition to the Con-20/40 converters. All pens have been flushed and work perfectly. All sub rules apply, please comment before DMing. Prices include CONUS/Hawaii shipping, international shipping extra and to be discussed. Thanks for looking.
First up is a crosshatched capped Pilot Elite with an 18k
Next is an 18k
Lastly we have a black with gold accent 18k
Thanks for looking. Please ask questions!
2024.05.18 22:01 ssimes562 Frame
 | I just finished a 40 by 70 CM painting and I want to buy a frame and do it myself. So can someone tell me do I buy exactly a 40 by 70 cm frame or smaller because I might cut off the sides with the color chart. I hope I am making sense. lol. Thank u. submitted by ssimes562 to diamondpainting [link] [comments] |
2024.05.18 22:01 Luxray2014 Building a new stadium! Calling it Luxrania National Stadium.
 | So for right now I'm working on the lower bowl, it will consist of club suites and bars with a close look at the field so you'll still be close to the action. As you can see I was focusing on one side of the stadium, that's because when I'm done with that side of the lower bowl I'll start doing the rest of the bowl for the other side. submitted by Luxray2014 to Minecraftbuilds [link] [comments] Each section will have color coordination consisting of Teal, black, yellow and Red. The lower bowl will be Teal the middle will be black and yellow the high bowl will be red. This unique coloring is representing the colors of the Pokemon known as Luxray. The Interior will feature various restaurants and bars with 75 inch screen TV's and projectors so no one misses the game even while eating with your family and friends. Bathrooms will also have over speakers from the announcers so you won't miss a single play on game day. This is also so everyone doesn't use the bathroom at once during halftime. The Stadium will be like a jewel to the Kingdom of Luxrania's Capital City, which will create jobs and the team will be owned by the city itself |
2024.05.18 22:01 EducationalQuiet2140 Have a Seat
Content Warning: Blood and personal injury related content
(For the Reader: having grown up with Mr. Turner, I know his parents very well and this is a story that can be confirmed 100%. Medical records, receipts from the little league that year, scars...If you knew Mr. Turner you would know how deeply this incident effected him and still does to this day. He rarely shares this story with any one and this is the first time he has ever told it from this perspective. Somewhat like regression therapy. It was hard to hear my good friend tell this story. You would never know the difficult things he has encountered in his life because of his good nature and high spirited, out going personality.)
1996
Baseball.
Americas pastime.
I wipe the sweat from my brow as the sun stares down. The bill of my ballcap is rendered useless as the sun is just above eye level. I'm only playing catch with my buddy Dan, but it's a fun challenge. Were playing along the first base line just off the field.
It is the end of the season and me and my team are having a Banquet to celebrate our run in the final tournament. We dominated all summer. We were second in the league only but only because we missed one of the first couple games.
Chicken pox.
I'm only 8 but I'm good at the game. I was constantly overhearing the other adults making comments back and forth "He's a natural!", "'Raw talent' in that one" some would say.
My dad taught me everything I know. He was a coach himself and had played since he was a boy. He even took me to see a few Mariners games at the the 'King Dome'. Edgar Martinez, Alex Rodriguez, Randy Johnson, Jay Buhner...Ken Griffey Jr! They were living legends. Baseball was my thing.
Dan tossed the ball to me and I held my glove just below eye sight. I adjusted my body a little and 'THWAP' the ball struck the palm of my mitt. "Good Throw Dan. Excellent aim!" I say scooping the ball up with my free hand. I warn "Comin' in HOT!" as I wrenched my arm back and unloaded a fastball in his direction.
'THWAAP!'
"Good catch!"
I was having a blast. I couldn't wait to eat! The adults were setting up the food tables.
"Pop Fly!" Screamed Dan as he launched the ball into the sun.
The food smelt so good. I hadn't eaten at all that day just so I could have room for everything. Mac n Cheese, mashed potatoes', BBQ chicken, burgers, dogs. My mouth watered in anticipation. I was planning on eating like a king this evening.
I was so lost in the smell that I hadn't heard the warning cries from a couple adults. I was trying to stay ahead of that ball. I couldn't really see it but I knew its flight path. It would come into view and I'll be right under it.
Just as the ball finally came into view I could see I was right under it. I reached my hand up in time for the ball to fall right into the leather.
Before I could relish in my victory emulating catch, I'm jarred with such stopping force my head hurts. I'm beyond confused as my vision is not working correctly. Everything is dizzying and hard to make out or focus. The pain in my head was getting mor intense and more precise. My hearing was impaired to a degree. It sounded like I was under and I could hear screaming but it was muffled.
I tried to speak but I was incapable. I realized at that moment that the pain was radiating from my mouth. I let out a deep groan in panic and pain. My eyes were swelling up with tears but my vision came to and I'm tangled in the aluminum side line bleachers.
The cold metal shocked the rest of my body's senses back into order and I fall back to the ground as my dad fly's from out of no where to console me. The pain was so intense at this point and I felt like I was drooling a lot. As painful as this was it was also extremely embarrassing. I couldn't control my bodily functions properly. Trying to walk would have been impossible had my mom not made it to me. Some how she levitated me away from the impact site.
I passed one of my teammates and saw the look of horror in his face as he pointed at me and said "I've never seen that much blood in my life!"
My eyes widened as I look down at my hands cupped under my mouth to see the thickest red syrup like liquid I've seen this close. Bright red flooded my hand like an overflowing tube. My mouth was like a leaky sink dripping into a bucket. The sun light pierced it causing it to shimmer vibrantly. Mesmerizing!
Unfortunately I didn't get to eat like a king that evening and wouldn't even eat normal for the next few weeks and months with all the surgeries.
(Final Notes: Thank you for reading. -Dev)
submitted by EducationalQuiet2140 to curiousmemory [link] [comments]
(For the Reader: having grown up with Mr. Turner, I know his parents very well and this is a story that can be confirmed 100%. Medical records, receipts from the little league that year, scars...If you knew Mr. Turner you would know how deeply this incident effected him and still does to this day. He rarely shares this story with any one and this is the first time he has ever told it from this perspective. Somewhat like regression therapy. It was hard to hear my good friend tell this story. You would never know the difficult things he has encountered in his life because of his good nature and high spirited, out going personality.)
1996
Baseball.
Americas pastime.
I wipe the sweat from my brow as the sun stares down. The bill of my ballcap is rendered useless as the sun is just above eye level. I'm only playing catch with my buddy Dan, but it's a fun challenge. Were playing along the first base line just off the field.
It is the end of the season and me and my team are having a Banquet to celebrate our run in the final tournament. We dominated all summer. We were second in the league only but only because we missed one of the first couple games.
Chicken pox.
I'm only 8 but I'm good at the game. I was constantly overhearing the other adults making comments back and forth "He's a natural!", "'Raw talent' in that one" some would say.
My dad taught me everything I know. He was a coach himself and had played since he was a boy. He even took me to see a few Mariners games at the the 'King Dome'. Edgar Martinez, Alex Rodriguez, Randy Johnson, Jay Buhner...Ken Griffey Jr! They were living legends. Baseball was my thing.
Dan tossed the ball to me and I held my glove just below eye sight. I adjusted my body a little and 'THWAP' the ball struck the palm of my mitt. "Good Throw Dan. Excellent aim!" I say scooping the ball up with my free hand. I warn "Comin' in HOT!" as I wrenched my arm back and unloaded a fastball in his direction.
'THWAAP!'
"Good catch!"
I was having a blast. I couldn't wait to eat! The adults were setting up the food tables.
"Pop Fly!" Screamed Dan as he launched the ball into the sun.
The food smelt so good. I hadn't eaten at all that day just so I could have room for everything. Mac n Cheese, mashed potatoes', BBQ chicken, burgers, dogs. My mouth watered in anticipation. I was planning on eating like a king this evening.
I was so lost in the smell that I hadn't heard the warning cries from a couple adults. I was trying to stay ahead of that ball. I couldn't really see it but I knew its flight path. It would come into view and I'll be right under it.
Just as the ball finally came into view I could see I was right under it. I reached my hand up in time for the ball to fall right into the leather.
Before I could relish in my victory emulating catch, I'm jarred with such stopping force my head hurts. I'm beyond confused as my vision is not working correctly. Everything is dizzying and hard to make out or focus. The pain in my head was getting mor intense and more precise. My hearing was impaired to a degree. It sounded like I was under and I could hear screaming but it was muffled.
I tried to speak but I was incapable. I realized at that moment that the pain was radiating from my mouth. I let out a deep groan in panic and pain. My eyes were swelling up with tears but my vision came to and I'm tangled in the aluminum side line bleachers.
The cold metal shocked the rest of my body's senses back into order and I fall back to the ground as my dad fly's from out of no where to console me. The pain was so intense at this point and I felt like I was drooling a lot. As painful as this was it was also extremely embarrassing. I couldn't control my bodily functions properly. Trying to walk would have been impossible had my mom not made it to me. Some how she levitated me away from the impact site.
I passed one of my teammates and saw the look of horror in his face as he pointed at me and said "I've never seen that much blood in my life!"
My eyes widened as I look down at my hands cupped under my mouth to see the thickest red syrup like liquid I've seen this close. Bright red flooded my hand like an overflowing tube. My mouth was like a leaky sink dripping into a bucket. The sun light pierced it causing it to shimmer vibrantly. Mesmerizing!
Unfortunately I didn't get to eat like a king that evening and wouldn't even eat normal for the next few weeks and months with all the surgeries.
(Final Notes: Thank you for reading. -Dev)
2024.05.18 21:57 LearningAlways9 Please help! 3 issues with LCD projector (EPSON PowerLite Home Cinema 3020)
 | Please help me understand what is causing each of these issues and any ways I could fix them! submitted by LearningAlways9 to projectors [link] [comments] EPSON PowerLite Home Cinema 3020. I've had it for a few years, without issues most of the time. Issue #1: in the last 24 hours, the whole screen has turned blue — I can still see what the input is supplying but everything is extremely blue. I tried changing display settings and specific color levels and everything stayed very blue, with some slight shifts if any as I changed settings. Pictures are from when I reset the display settings. Issue #2: for the past 2-3 months, there has been a vertical line of pixels that only show the blue portion of what should be displayed. The line is a few pixels wide and extends throughout the screen vertically. It sometimes goes away and sometimes comes back — it's present most of the time. Issue #3: over the past 6 months or so, the edges of the screen and the edges of images on the screen are bluish on one side and reddish on the other side — like red/blue 3d video. It seems like something has slightly shifted over time and is just a little out of alignment. I could still see images and text clearly enough to keep watching stuff on it despite this issue. |
2024.05.18 21:53 Licilynn12 Healing from mold 11 months later
Hey guys, so I figured I’d make a post on healing from toxic mold. I haven’t been on here lately because I truly feel like I’ve got to a point where I no longer needed to rely on this account with all the different treatments I’ve been focusing on for the last 11 months. I feel incredibly good and truly feel like I’ve gotten my self back. I do have some symptoms left, but it’s so tolerable. Now I know my body is healing. My family moved out of toxic mold last July and 2023. I never thought I would ever feel this good again. I felt so lost and I thought that was gonna be my life forever. Everything I have done has been consistently used, especially taking herbs, binders, and antifungals, and really digging deeper than just mold toxicity. We all know we have parasites, so that was a huge one for me. I also have a lot of heavy metals that I’ve been tackling toxicity, candida, overgrowth, and chronic Lyme. Everything that I did range from some hyperbaric oxygen chamber sessions, biofeedback, qest, NAET therapy, foot detox baths, body/emotion code, herbs that are broad spectrum to tackle everything I’m dealing with, anti fungals, and binders. I did infared sauna a few times, but I would get too sick. I would love to try it again now that I’m feeling a lot better.
I was taking almost 15 different types of supplements which I won’t name all because I finally found a couple that has helped me the most I wouldn’t want anyone to waste their money on the other herbs/ supplements.
Supplements they i feel like has really helped me
Bodybio pc Armra I01 (this one has given me the most results) Golden thread from supreme nutrition Takesumi which is a binder.
I took way too many other ones that may have helped, but didn’t really move the needle for me like these have .
Now I’m down to just taking the i01 and armra and i truly feel so dang good and amazing.
if you are someone dealing with mold toxicity and maybe chronic lyme, I hope this can help you and there is light at the end of the tunnel. I truly felt like there wasn’t when I was in the thick of it, but with persistence on finding all kinds of ways to heal, you will get there .
On the bright side of everything because I know that everyone wants to know results I’ve been doing bio feedback which has been telling me my fungal and mold numbers and since taking one of the supplements was only thing i did differently in just a month and a half my numbers went down 20 points according to biofeedback.
https://us.olivetreepeople.com/products/i01-orac-camu-camu-olive-leaf-concentrate?referral=Licilynn
https://bodybio.com/collections/all-supplements/products/bodybio-pc-phosphatidylcholine?variant=34379596103815
https://www.healthyhabitsliving.com/products/takesumi-supreme-90-capsules?gad_source=1&gclid=EAIaIQobChMIvLzMu4CYhgMV0Q-tBh0X3A2MEAQYASABEgLJYvD_BwE
https://tryarmra.com/products/armra?variant=43220918894814¤cy=USD&utm_source=google&utm_medium=paid&utm_campaign=&utm_content=&utm_term=&gadid=699712730629&gad_source=1&gbraid=0AAAAACSfAHFcO--eOtCcW49DqT7KPzUNo&gclid=EAIaIQobChMIiIjGxICYhgMV9AytBh0uTwkSEAQYAiABEgLgpfD_BwE
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I was taking almost 15 different types of supplements which I won’t name all because I finally found a couple that has helped me the most I wouldn’t want anyone to waste their money on the other herbs/ supplements.
Supplements they i feel like has really helped me
Bodybio pc Armra I01 (this one has given me the most results) Golden thread from supreme nutrition Takesumi which is a binder.
I took way too many other ones that may have helped, but didn’t really move the needle for me like these have .
Now I’m down to just taking the i01 and armra and i truly feel so dang good and amazing.
if you are someone dealing with mold toxicity and maybe chronic lyme, I hope this can help you and there is light at the end of the tunnel. I truly felt like there wasn’t when I was in the thick of it, but with persistence on finding all kinds of ways to heal, you will get there .
On the bright side of everything because I know that everyone wants to know results I’ve been doing bio feedback which has been telling me my fungal and mold numbers and since taking one of the supplements was only thing i did differently in just a month and a half my numbers went down 20 points according to biofeedback.
https://us.olivetreepeople.com/products/i01-orac-camu-camu-olive-leaf-concentrate?referral=Licilynn
https://bodybio.com/collections/all-supplements/products/bodybio-pc-phosphatidylcholine?variant=34379596103815
https://www.healthyhabitsliving.com/products/takesumi-supreme-90-capsules?gad_source=1&gclid=EAIaIQobChMIvLzMu4CYhgMV0Q-tBh0X3A2MEAQYASABEgLJYvD_BwE
https://tryarmra.com/products/armra?variant=43220918894814¤cy=USD&utm_source=google&utm_medium=paid&utm_campaign=&utm_content=&utm_term=&gadid=699712730629&gad_source=1&gbraid=0AAAAACSfAHFcO--eOtCcW49DqT7KPzUNo&gclid=EAIaIQobChMIiIjGxICYhgMV9AytBh0uTwkSEAQYAiABEgLgpfD_BwE
2024.05.18 21:52 Reddatur I thought our town was cursed. It turns out, it was much worse than I thought.
I've lived in this small town in Texas for all of my 34 years. It’s the kind of place where everyone knows everyone, and nothing much happens. Or at least, that’s what we all thought. My name is Ryan, and I need to tell you about something terrifying that’s been happening here, something no one else seems to believe.
About six months ago, strange things started happening. The first was a car crash. John, a guy I went to high school with, lost control of his truck and hit a tree. Everyone said it was a tragic accident, but John wasn’t a reckless driver. Then, a week later, another accident. This time, it was Mrs. Henderson, a sweet old lady who lived a few blocks over. She fell down her stairs and broke her neck. Again, an “accident.”
People in town began whispering about a curse, but no one really took it seriously. After all, accidents happen, right? But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something more sinister was at play. Then, I saw it.
It was late one night, and I was driving home from work. I saw a figure standing at the side of the road, just outside the glow of my headlights. I slowed down, thinking it was someone needing help. But as I got closer, the figure vanished. I stopped the car and got out, but there was no one there. I brushed it off as my tired mind playing tricks on me.
Over the next few weeks, I kept seeing glimpses of the figure. Always at the edge of my vision, always gone before I could get a good look. More “accidents” happened. A young couple died in a house fire, a teenager drowned in the local pond, a man electrocuted himself while fixing his roof. Each death was different, but they all felt connected.
One night, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about the figure I’d seen and the people who had died. I decided to drive out to the site of John’s crash. As I stood there, staring at the tree he’d hit, I felt a chill run down my spine. I turned around and saw it: the entity. It was a shadowy figure, almost human but not quite. It had no face, just an empty void where its features should be.
I tried to run, but my feet felt like they were stuck in quicksand. The entity moved towards me, and as it did, I saw flashes of the “accidents.” Each one played out in my mind like a movie, and in every scene, the entity was there, causing the events that led to each death. It was orchestrating everything, making it look like accidents to cover its tracks.
I don’t know how I managed to escape that night. I woke up in my bed, drenched in sweat, with no memory of how I got home. But now I know the truth. The entity is real, and it’s killing people. It’s wiping out our town, one by one.
I tried to tell the others, but no one believes me. They think I’m crazy, that the stress of all the deaths has gotten to me. But I know what I saw, and I know it’s only a matter of time before it comes for me.
If you’re reading this, please believe me. Be careful. If you see a figure at the edge of your vision, run. Don’t stop, don’t look back. It’s out there, and it won’t stop until we’re all gone.
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About six months ago, strange things started happening. The first was a car crash. John, a guy I went to high school with, lost control of his truck and hit a tree. Everyone said it was a tragic accident, but John wasn’t a reckless driver. Then, a week later, another accident. This time, it was Mrs. Henderson, a sweet old lady who lived a few blocks over. She fell down her stairs and broke her neck. Again, an “accident.”
People in town began whispering about a curse, but no one really took it seriously. After all, accidents happen, right? But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something more sinister was at play. Then, I saw it.
It was late one night, and I was driving home from work. I saw a figure standing at the side of the road, just outside the glow of my headlights. I slowed down, thinking it was someone needing help. But as I got closer, the figure vanished. I stopped the car and got out, but there was no one there. I brushed it off as my tired mind playing tricks on me.
Over the next few weeks, I kept seeing glimpses of the figure. Always at the edge of my vision, always gone before I could get a good look. More “accidents” happened. A young couple died in a house fire, a teenager drowned in the local pond, a man electrocuted himself while fixing his roof. Each death was different, but they all felt connected.
One night, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about the figure I’d seen and the people who had died. I decided to drive out to the site of John’s crash. As I stood there, staring at the tree he’d hit, I felt a chill run down my spine. I turned around and saw it: the entity. It was a shadowy figure, almost human but not quite. It had no face, just an empty void where its features should be.
I tried to run, but my feet felt like they were stuck in quicksand. The entity moved towards me, and as it did, I saw flashes of the “accidents.” Each one played out in my mind like a movie, and in every scene, the entity was there, causing the events that led to each death. It was orchestrating everything, making it look like accidents to cover its tracks.
I don’t know how I managed to escape that night. I woke up in my bed, drenched in sweat, with no memory of how I got home. But now I know the truth. The entity is real, and it’s killing people. It’s wiping out our town, one by one.
I tried to tell the others, but no one believes me. They think I’m crazy, that the stress of all the deaths has gotten to me. But I know what I saw, and I know it’s only a matter of time before it comes for me.
If you’re reading this, please believe me. Be careful. If you see a figure at the edge of your vision, run. Don’t stop, don’t look back. It’s out there, and it won’t stop until we’re all gone.