Hi everyone! I've been working on a project to list every Full Art Supporter and similar cards such as Secret Illustration Rare released in English. I'm using this to help document my own collection and help out anybody else trying to collect them, as I've been unable to find a single exhaustive list.
I was hoping to get some input and see if I'm missing any cards and if there's any suggestions for ways to improve the list. I know some people may prefer to have it organized in release order by set, so that's something I've already considered starting, but I've always personally preferred alphabetical organization, which is how my FA binder is currently organized.
Here's the link to the Google Doc for anybody who wants to take a look. Please feel free to take a copy for your own use if you'd like as well. :)

So out of boredom I put together a sci-fi fight and asked chat gpt to give me the odds of who would win.
Contestants are:
One Chiss warship One Super Star destroyer One Mon Calamari Star Cruiser 4 Klingon Birds of prey 3 Sovereign Class star ships 30 Battlestars 1 Borg cube..
And just for laughs
1 Chuck Norris
I reran the math 4 times... I am as surprised as most but it checks out.
With the full legendary status of Chuck Norris taken into account, his presence becomes an overwhelmingly dominant factor in the battle royale. Here’s the scenario:

1. Chiss Warship

• Strengths: Advanced technology, precision targeting systems, tactical agility.
• Weaknesses: Lighter shielding compared to larger capital ships.
• Probability of Winning: 3%

2. Mon Calamari Star Cruiser

• Strengths: Robust shields, starfighter complement, durable construction.
• Weaknesses: May lack firepower compared to larger vessels like the Borg Cube and SSD.
• Probability of Winning: 4%

3. Super Star Destroyer (SSD)

• Strengths: Immense size, overwhelming firepower, advanced shielding.
• Weaknesses: Vulnerable to coordinated attacks, potentially slower maneuverability.
• Probability of Winning: 10%

4. Sovereign-class Starships (x3)

• Strengths: Advanced Federation technology, formidable firepower (phasers, photon torpedoes), advanced shielding, and maneuverability.
• Weaknesses: Potentially outnumbered and outgunned by larger capital ships like the Borg Cube or overwhelmed by sheer numbers.
• Probability of Winning: 8%

5. Klingon Birds of Prey (x4)

• Strengths: Cloaking technology, agility, disruptors, photon torpedoes.
• Weaknesses: Lighter shielding and firepower compared to capital ships.
• Probability of Winning: 2%

6. Battlestars (x30)

• Strengths: Powerful kinetic weapons (KEWs), missile batteries, squadrons of Vipers (starfighters), advanced armor, strong defensive capabilities.
• Weaknesses: Despite their firepower and defenses, they may still face challenges from larger and more technologically advanced adversaries like the Borg Cube.
• Probability of Winning: 20%

7. Borg Cube

• Strengths: Immense size, incredible durability, adaptive shielding, regenerative abilities, overwhelming firepower, assimilation capability, and powerful tractor beams.
• Weaknesses: Vulnerable to coordinated attacks and specific weaknesses that can be exploited.
• Probability of Winning: 20%

8. Chuck Norris

• Strengths: Superhuman strength, martial arts mastery, invulnerability, and almost omnipotent abilities as per popular legend.
• Weaknesses: In popular culture, he has none. Any practical weaknesses are negligible in this context.
• Probability of Winning: 33%

Analysis and Outcome:

• Coordination and Alliances: Even more crucial with Chuck Norris in the mix, as factions will need to coordinate to have any chance against his legendary prowess.
• Tactical Maneuvering: Smaller, more agile vessels will continue using hit-and-run tactics but will need to be wary of Chuck Norris's potential to single-handedly engage and neutralize threats.
• Strategic Priorities: Eliminating the biggest threats first (Borg Cube, SSD) while also constantly adapting to Chuck Norris's movements and actions.

Conclusion:

Chuck Norris’s legendary status significantly alters the odds, giving him the highest probability of winning at 33%. The Battlestars and Borg Cube still have strong chances at 20% each due to their sheer numbers and power. The Super Star Destroyer and Sovereign-class starships follow with reduced probabilities due to the overwhelming factor of Chuck Norris. The Mon Calamari star cruiser, Chiss warship, and Klingon Birds of Prey have the lowest probabilities, reflecting their relative vulnerabilities in this highly escalated scenario.

Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/Kpmh2Ds
Salomon QUEST 4 GORE-TEX (Magnet/Black/Quarry, Size 11) - $120

• Used but great condition with original box
• Purchased 2 years ago and used them on a couple of hikes before forgetting about them in the closet, naturally have dirt and a few scuffs on the sole but otherwise good to go
• I personally sized up for a slightly looser fit when buying these, I'm typically a 10.5 in sneakers
• Selling for $120 shipped through PayPal F&F

1x Magpul PMAG 30 5.56 M3 and 1x Magpul PMAG 20 5.56 M3 Magazine Kits - $30

• Like new, magazines were shot once before being stored as backups
• These are disassembled parts kits, also called rebuild or repair kits, for the magazines which include the magazine bodies, springs, followers, Magpul Ranger Plates and original base plates; they can be used to repair existing magazines or be assembled into functional magazines where legal
• No ban states, except Maryland where parts kits are legal
• Selling both for $30 shipped through PayPal F&F

1x Magpul PMAG 10 5.56 M3 - $10

• Like new, used twice and then stored
• Selling as an addon to any purchase for $10 through PayPal F&F

Flyye SAF Admin Panel (Ranger Green) - $20

• Excellent condition
• Panel has a velcro closure compartment and a flapped pouch for Glock 17 mags or similasmaller items; panel itself is 3 molle columns wide
• Selling for $20 shipped through PayPal F&F

HSGI Micro Grip Belt Panel (Loop/Medium) - $20

• Used but great condition pad
• Very nice pad that makes two-piece belts into padded belt, swapped out the medium for a large just to get more engagement area
• Panel is 26.5" long so works for medium belts but perfect on small ones (based on the large panel on my medium belt now)
• Selling for $20 shipped through PayPal F&F

Made the same run up the Gulf Coast from SWFL to Ocala that I did last year for Memorial Day. Used EA last year and used EVgo this year.
Left home at 90% SOC.
First stop was "old style" EVgo in Brandon FL. Two 350 kW dual CCS cable dispensers, two 100 kW dual CCS/CHAdeMO cable dispensers. One of the 100 kW was out of service. Stalls were all in use when I arrived and two more folks arrived after I did, but two folks left within five minutes and a Leaf showed up to take advantage of the CHAdeMO, and three of us got right in.
I needed to "activate" Autocharge on my first charge. Received an error but was still able to charge through app by skipping that step. Got a decent 175 kW on the 350 kW "simultaneous" dispensers since the other side was in use. In and out in 18 minutes, consumed 36.3 kWh and was billed at the "off peak" rate of $0.51/kWh. "Early Bird" is $0.46 and "Peak" is $0.59
Last year, EA was busier. I had to skip a packed six stall in Port Charlotte and go up the road to Ellenton to get a fairly similar experience to what I got today in Brandon with EVgo.
Made it to Ocala and then decided to hit the new EVgo at [the Flying J in Dade City] on the way back to try a different install and maybe get my Autocharge working.
It turned out to be one of the new [GM/Ultium installs] that EVgo administers for them. Brand spanking new and not a soul in sight! Two dual CCS cable dispensers.
Unfortunately, I had the same error trying to activate my Autocharge and this time I wasn't able to charge by skipping that step. So I had to call Customer Service to start a session, since I was the only person there, [I got a perfect session].
During the call the tech stated that Autocharge would automatically activate after two successful charges. So I was going to charge there and then go down to Brando again to test that. I decided to put just enough in to get all the way home in case there was a problem. I put just 26.5 kWh in and wound up spending almost the exact same amount of money. I knew the GM installs cost more, but the EVgo app says it was a flat $0.53/kWh. My bill wound up calculating as $0.70/kWh though. Ouch.
So when I got back down to Brandon, there were two Polestar 2's and three Bolts filling up the station. I waited around for a few minutes, but decided that I didn't need to test the Autocharge that bad and left. In the meantime, three more cars showed up. It's 1:30 am there right now and it's still full.
At least I made it home (barely). [Wound up with under 10% SOC and under 20 miles on the Guess-O-Meter.]
I guess my take-away is that even with new stations coming online this year, the situation during peak travel time is about the same as last year. (Unless you want to pay a premium to take advantage of GM/Ultium stations.)

Made the same run up the Gulf Coast from SWFL to Ocala that I did last year for Memorial Day. Used EA last year and used EVgo this year.
Left home at 90% SOC.
First stop was "old style" EVgo in Brandon FL. Two 350 kW dual CCS cable dispensers, two 100 kW dual CCS/CHAdeMO cable dispensers. One of the 100 kW was out of service. Stalls were all in use when I arrived and two more folks arrived after I did, but two folks left within five minutes and a Leaf showed up to take advantage of the CHAdeMO, and three of us got right in.
I needed to "activate" Autocharge on my first charge. Received an error but was still able to charge through app by skipping that step. Got a decent 175 kW on the 350 kW "simultaneous" dispensers since the other side was in use. In and out in 18 minutes, consumed 36.3 kWh and was billed at the "off peak" rate of $0.51/kWh. "Early Bird" is $0.46 and "Peak" is $0.59
Last year, EA was busier. I had to skip a packed six stall in Port Charlotte and go up the road to Ellenton to get a fairly similar experience to what I got today in Brandon with EVgo.
Made it to Ocala and then decided to hit the new EVgo at [the Flying J in Dade City] on the way back to try a different install and maybe get my Autocharge working.
It turned out to be one of the new [GM/Ultium installs] that EVgo administers for them. Brand spanking new and not a soul in sight! Two dual CCS cable dispensers.
Unfortunately, I had the same error trying to activate my Autocharge and this time I wasn't able to charge by skipping that step. So I had to call Customer Service to start a session, since I was the only person there, [I got a perfect session].
During the call the tech stated that Autocharge would automatically activate after two successful charges. So I was going to charge there and then go down to Brando again to test that. I decided to put just enough in to get all the way home in case there was a problem. I put just 26.5 kWh in and wound up spending almost the exact same amount of money. I knew the GM installs cost more, but the EVgo app says it was a flat $0.53/kWh. My bill wound up calculating as $0.70/kWh though. Ouch.
So when I got back down to Brandon, there were two Polestar 2's and three Bolts filling up the station. I waited around for a few minutes, but decided that I didn't need to test the Autocharge that bad and left. In the meantime, three more cars showed up. It's 1:30 am there right now and it's still full.
At least I made it home (barely). [Wound up with under 10% SOC and under 20 miles on the Guess-O-Meter.]
I guess my take-away is that even with new stations coming online this year, the situation during peak travel time is about the same as last year. (Unless you want to pay a premium to take advantage of GM/Ultium stations.)

https://lighterpack.com/sfwtun
My friend added a lot of the stuff in the lighterpack and is the culprit for some of the silly descriptions.
My first multi-day hike! 7 days on the west coast trail. I feel like I cheated a little bit by counting my fanny pack and it's contents as "worn weight" but seeing it bring me below 20lbs made me feel better haha...
Me: I'm a 5'6, 188lbs female who works on her feet all day, cycles to work (20m) and hikes every weekend and at least walks (sometimes hikes) every day. I'm active but overweight (love food!!!) so I'm a bit nervous here.
I'm not very experienced to be honest, I've just started to getting into outdoorsy stuff in the last few years. I live on the island so I'm pretty experienced with the terrain here and hike a couple times a week but only 5km-10km. My first big trip was a 14 day cycle tour in oregon/washington. I got the tent because it's the bigger version of the tent I got for my cycle tour and I really enjoyed it despite it being pretty narrow. I'll maybe upgrade to a fancy cottage brand hiking pole tent another day as I'm leaving for my trip in 10 hours.
My main focus is trying to stay dry and warm at camp as we are expecting rain for the first 3 days. I nixed a couple meals to adjust for the Crabshack and not having a full day on the last day. I have a half fuel canister I can bring but I'm not certain of exactly how much is in it, I don't expect I'll need the entire extra can. My stakes and poles are being carried by my hiking partner.
Non-negotiables: Sandals, I practically get off on the feeling of taking my shoes off after a long day of hiking. I know the medkit can get slimmed down but I'm carrying it for me and my hiking partner and don't want to skimp in case either of us gets hurt.
Figured I could wake up and read any suggestions you folks had... Thanks!

PCPartPicker Part List: https://pcpartpicker.com/list/dz3DgB
CPU: AMD Ryzen 7 5800X 3.8 GHz 8-Core Processor ($191.00 @ Amazon)
CPU Cooler: Noctua NH-U12A 60.09 CFM CPU Cooler ($119.95 @ Amazon)
Motherboard: Asus ROG STRIX B550-F GAMING ATX AM4 Motherboard ($179.99 @ Amazon)
Memory: GeIL Dragon RAM 16 GB (2 x 8 GB) DDR4-3200 CL15 Memory
Storage: Samsung 970 Evo Plus 1 TB M.2-2280 PCIe 3.0 X4 NVME Solid State Drive ($97.80 @ Amazon)
Video Card: NVIDIA Founders Edition GeForce RTX 3070 8 GB Video Card
Case: Fractal Design Meshify 2 XL ATX Full Tower Case ($199.99 @ B&H)
Power Supply: Corsair RM750e (2023) 750 W 80+ Gold Certified Fully Modular ATX Power Supply ($99.99 @ Amazon)
Operating System: Microsoft Windows 11 Home OEM - DVD 64-bit ($119.99 @ Amazon)
Total: $1008.71
Prices include shipping, taxes, and discounts when available
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Games going to be played
Alien: Isolation, Bomber Crew, Brutal Legend, Cities: Skylines, The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Fallout 4, Kerbal Space Program, Mass Effect™ Legendary Edition, The Sims™ 4, STAR WARS™: The Old Republic™, Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines, Stardew Valley, Project Zomboid, Cuphead, BeamNG.drive, METAL GEAR SOLID V: THE PHANTOM PAIN, NieR:Automata™, Cities: Skylines II, The Long Drive, EARTH DEFENSE FORCE 5, Hollow Knight: Silksong, Cyberpunk 2077, Ghostrunner, Sprocket, Dead Space remaster, Hi-Fi RUSH, Space Engineers, A Hat in Time, Hollow Knight, My Summer Car, Another Crab's Treasure

I came across two questions from another sub linked here which inspired me to write these two questions.
https://www.reddit.com/arabs/comments/10dqy9i/had_a_conversation_with_my_sister_about_this_and/ https://www.reddit.com/arabs/comments/jv3r7g/what_do_you_think_is_a_realistic_solution_to_the/
I noticed trends in both the threads. So for the first one Arabs were asked if they would befriend an Israeli and I noticed a number of common responses to the first question. Almost everyone said they would befriend a Jewish person just not a zionist Jew and certainly not a Pro Israel, apartheid, nakba denying Israeli. Others flat out said no, they wouldn't be friends with a genocide loving colonizer or they referenced Israelis they liked like Gideon Levy I think his name was, and I'm surprised Miko Peled wasn't brought up or Illan Pepe. Others just said as long as they're not an extremist or if they're a non zionist or left wing Israeli they would. A few people pointed out that nobody controls where they're born so others operated under that pretext. There was also an assumption that if they were friends with an Israeli they wouldn't recognize their humanity. One person there mentioned being friends with an Israeli as long as he doesn't take pride in it and they would even call him a Palestinian.
The second thread in the same sub was about a solution to the conflict. One person said they wanted to restructure Israeli society so it's fair to Palestinians and possibly remain it Palestine or call it Israel/Palestine. A few wanted a 1ss secular state with Israelis and Palestinians living in it. Others were saying if they could prove to Jews that such a society would protect and they would be a respected minority in Arab countries then more Jews then they believed more Israelis would accept a 1ss including a full right to return. Another user wanted to leave it to destiny to solve the problem. I noticed there are Palestinians in the sub who wanted access to all their homeland and right of return and citizenship to all Palestinians and Jews around the world, other user advocated for Palestinian military might and once that happens they will see how quickly Zionists will compromise for peace or calling for ethnic cleansing of Israelis or not wanting to share the land with colonizers.
I realize looking at the questions from the same sub this is going to be very difficult. I wonder why this conflict out of all the others hasn't been solved while other conflicts have been resolved you can say or no longer at the point where they're fighting anymore. I spoke to a Palestinian over discord who wanted a two state solution 1967 borders I think, with East Jerusalem as their capital and allowing the jewish settlers to live there as kicking them out would be difficult and didn't stress a right of return. Another Palestinian I spoke to was fine with a 2ss but with Jerusalem as the capital. I don't know if I believe him or not but he said if they have Jerusalem as their capital they would be satisfied. Now for the two questions.

1. Was is your solution to the Israel/Palestine conflict? What changes would you make with Palestinian or Israeli society, who would you like to see in charge of both places?
2. If you're an Israeli, or Jewish non Israeli how have your interactions been with Palestinians? Palestinians how are your interactions with Israelis or Jews been?

From my experience I met nice Palestinians ones who live in Israel and ones from Nabulus and many of them were nice excluding the racist ones and I told a few of them my story of my holocaust survivor family member immigrating to the British Mandate (now Israel) we had great conversations and they spoke about being against Hamas and the Israeli gov and just wanted the cycle of killing to stop.

Hi All,
I want to share my experience on buying a keyboard as a thank you to everybody here mechanicalkeyboards. You guys are awesome. Hoping I can add to the knowledge base for us hobbyists but also to the wonderful manufacturers and suppliers who keep this hobby alive.
I learned of a 'mechanical keyboard' back in 2018 when a guy at an office that I was visiting showed me his 'Royal Kludge'. I was profoundly impressed, it was like learning of mechanical watches for the first time, but in this case it relates to me so much more.
I loved the concept of having a nice keyboard but I never found something I liked till recently as I mainly want three things:

• Solid modular build (meaning it allows me to modify and upgrade)
• Full size
• Interconnectivity just like my Dell Premier keeb (Bluetooth, 2.4ghz, wired) which I need as I have several computers at home and office
• BONUS: I hate the clacky noise of some keyboards!

I kept returning to the mechanical keyboard forums and I just couldn’t find something I liked till a recent turn of events: seems like 2024 has been a year where (1) full size keyboards have been introduced and (2) the ‘thock’ revolution seems to be in full force, which really addresses my issue with ‘clackiness’.
I was so impressed when I saw the Keychron Q6 Max, I just could not believe that they finally made something for me. Honestly, the price is high but I completely understand that the value is insanely good.
I was going to buy it till I started doing research here on mechanicalkeyboards and other forums… and found that Keychron has been screwing a lot of people over, they do not stand up for the quality control or warranty on their products and their customer service sucks (I tested their customer service by contacting them). See the following post for a start: ‘[PSA] Keychron: don't trust their website/support on delivery information’.
Lo and behold I scratched the surface a bit more to find the Monsgeek M5W which, in my opinion, has a much nicer shape, even better value (how is that even possible wtf) and a much more ‘down to earth’ approach to building and accessibility of mods. I absolutely LOVE that Monsgeek has provided so much information here, their community outreach is excellent and I was able to find answers immediately by asking around on their Discord. I really love that they are a newish brand and they are working so hard to make a beautifully crafted product.
I pulled the trigger and bought the Monsgeetk M5W via ThockKing a couple of weeks ago and I am just adding the keys now.
Everything has been almost perfect and I want to thank everyone here just once more. So happy right now.
*I will make a follow up post outlining my purchase, what to look out for Canadian buyers, some criticism on the ecommerce of it all, my process of completing my keyboard build, my mods, more and more photos and a bunch more other stuff just out of eagerness to add to the knowledge base on mechanicalkeyboards.
I will also post a photo of me and my wife having a jolly time putting the keyboard together on the comments below for your amusement.

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My second to last quarter just ended and I'm pretty swamped with final reports right now, but I'm almost through. Not to mention, the next seven weeks are going to be pretty light because of a sudden lack of classes, since I busted my butt finishing up my remaining credits. I've decided to dedicate this time to (among other things) a writing frenzy! I wanna get some serioussss backlogs up because who knows how busy I'm going to be after graduation. (Not to mention, I'm having some troubles getting my VISA renewed, but that's a personal issue).
Anyways, don't wanna bore you with irl stuff. You're here for food and gay furry romance! So as always, I hope you enjoy reading! :D
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Note: This is a Fanfic of the Nature of Predators series by u/Spacepaladin15, that is being reposted from the NatureofPredators sub. Please support the original content.
Thank you to Philodox on discord for proofreading and editing RfD.
Thank you to Pampanope on reddit for the cover art.
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Memory Transcript Subject: Sylvan, Venlil Citizen
Date: [Standardized Human Time]: December 13, 2136
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It wasn’t too long that I was absent from the event. Sure, Kenta and I had run into a few hiccups when trying to load up the cart, but that was to be expected. Just looking at the absolute behemoth of an edible pile that he had somehow been able to put together in such a short amount of time, it was a wonder just how we were able to fit them all on there in the first place. And the promise that there was still more yet to be brought out had left me astonished. If I hadn’t already seen the ravenous vortex of Venlil that had so efficiently done away with the other dishes, I might have actually been worried about leftovers.
The food in question, long tubes made out of some kind of starchy form of strayu and packaged in an even starchier husk, were stacked in circular pyramids atop three large trays. As it turned out, this delicacy was the same “Tamale” recipe that I had heard mentioned the day before, the sheer amount being the product of Kenta’s, Julio’s, and even Jeela’s preparations. Unfortunately, I hadn’t received the full explanation of what they were just yet, but Kenta had thankfully given me at least a quick rundown.
Using the same steaming methods as the gyoza, these tamales had been folded carefully over a mix of fresh, crisp vegetables whose scent floated around each in a rich aura. They were hot out of the steamer, a cloud of gaseous water encircling the air above it in a decadent plume. If I hadn’t known better, with the combined mass of the tamales and the sheer volume of steam they collectively released, it might have made me believe the cart itself to be on fire. But of course, there was no such thing, and the cloud that spread into the sky only served to sweeten the air.
As I rolled out the cart, I looked at one last addition to the ensemble. There in a large bowl was something that Kenta hadn’t mentioned in the slightest when explaining the recipe and reasonings behind the tamales, and I had been so urgent to get these out the door that I’d forgotten to press for more details. It had been left in the refrigerator since the day before, which I had only noticed when doing inventory after the fiasco of event preparations.
‘It completely slipped my mind until now… I’m glad I didn’t forget it. Especially after what that note said.’
When I had found the bowl, a small piece of paper had been taped to it. On which, an alien text had been inscribed that required me to use my visual translator to make any sense of. It had been nothing but obvious that holding up the translator informed me that the language was indeed Terran. But what confused me was that instead of the morphemic script that I had come to slightly recognize from Kenta’s subculture, it instead appeared to be something more alphabetic.
On it, the note simply read: “Make sure to serve this with the tamales, my friend. Don’t forget!”
Additionally, below those words had appeared to be an additional message. That one, however, was partially scribbled out. When I scanned that one as well, the translator had taken a long time to process, and its output remained considerably fractured: “**od l*ck wit* y*u* n*w boyf***nd.”
Having not thought much of the note, I had just barely remembered to retrieve the bowl from the fridge and put it on the card while Kenta was off busy grabbing one last batch of tamales before rushing me out the door. I shook it out of my mind for the time being. After all, right now there were more pressing things to manage.
Wheeling the cart back outside, I was hit with the briefest shortage of breath. It had only been a momentary respite, but shifting from the quiet of the empty diner to the lively atmosphere of a crowded party would never not be a shock. By now, enough people had shown up that the event could already be considered at max capacity. People from all over filled the street, chatting and conversing in a rambunctious, lively gusto.
To see so many people take the time out of their schedules and come down to my family’s diner just because of the promise of our food… It was almost overwhelming, enough to bring a brief tear to the eye reminiscent of my reaction to that very first wave of people Ginro had brought soon after I first hired Kenta. I took a moment just to bask in it. A feeling I had all but begun to grow almost too accustomed to. A feeling of success, and of pride. And as I once again continued pushing the cart past the crowds of chatty party attendees, along with the piles of wool that it entailed, that feeling continued to pour into me. It was all almost too much to hear at once.
“Hey Sylvan! Great party!” said one voice to my left.
“Amazing food as always, Lackadaisy guy! I can’t get enough of these little strayu things in the salad!” piped another to my right.
“Ooooo! What are those things?” asked one more as I passed by them, who excitedly eyed up the stack of tamales I was delivering.
I laughed along and chatted with people on my way to one of the tables, chuckling at their jokes and accepting their praise on behalf of both myself and the mysterious ‘Kahnta.’ With each pleased guest and hungry gaze, I couldn’t help but feel myself bloom in sheer joy at the tidal wave of enthusiastic complements.
That was… until one otherwise innocent comment sounded from behind me.
“So you’re telling me this was all made by one chef?” they asked one of their friends, not intending me to hear as they talked with their mouth half stuffed with food. Looking closer, I could see that they were two Gojids chatting with one another. “Better enjoy it now, I guess. Not gonna be long before some fancy place in the Capital comes and recruits them. Honestly, if the owner of this place wants to have any hope of holding on to them, he better marry them or something.”
The partygoer’s friend laughed, “Well if he doesn’t, then I will! Can you imagine eating something like this every day?”
I couldn’t help but bloom even more overhearing this. But this was a different kind of feeling. Not the gentle warmth of normal delight, but instead the torrid heat of surging emotions. And as I began nonchalantly transferring the steaming tamales to one of the tables, these emotions steamed to the surface of my mind as well.
It was a mix of things that fueled my silent reaction. At first, the implication of asking Kenta into matehood was… well it was certainly something. I was sure the two Gojids were simply making innocent remarks, assuming that the lie about my precious chef being another, completely ordinary Venlil was correct, not realizing in the slightest just how much the implication left me flummoxed. And in normal circumstances, it would have been just that, a simple perk of the ears and a brief daydream of something so far away from me. But after yesterday, things had changed.
The previous day had been eventful, to say the least. I had eaten some amazing pastries and listened to an even more amazing alien melody. Only for it all to come crashing down when my idiotic brain forgot to turn back on the translator before pouring out my entire menagerie of pent up emotions before Kenta. My one chance to seize an opportunity at the height of a courageous high, only to tumble and fall flat during the execution. Even worse, I couldn’t muster the bravery to say the same thing even one more time.
I had completely blown it. And needless to say, I wasn’t exactly keen on remembering my mistakes from that previous day, especially during such a pivotal event. The only mediocre condolence I could take from the whole ordeal being the opportunity of waking up next to Kenta that same day. But even that was cut much too short by the mad rush to get preparation ready for the event.
‘I can still remember how warm he felt… And how peaceful he looked when his eyes were closed…’ I thought to myself in deep reminiscence.
“Hey there Sylvan!”
‘I can’t get it out of my head…! Ugh! I wish it wasn’t just a one time thing…’
“Sylvan?”
‘If we really were together romantically, then maybe I could see that every day… But that’s not–’
“Sylvan!!”
The moment my attention was pulled away from my internal thoughts, I audibly bleated out a high pitched noise of surprise, “Eeep!”
My ears jutted up and my tail straightened like a steel beam. My attention shifted over to my side, where I soon realized Fehnel now stood. She had her paws held firmly on her hips, with a head tilted to the side in a half puzzled, half amused demeanor. Then, when I realized I had been staring a little too long without saying anything, I quickly turned my attention back to the table.
“Oh hey Fehnel!” I stuttered out. “Didn’t see you there!”
“Sorry if I sneaked up on ya, hun,” Fehnel replied with a single wag of the tail. “Got somethin’ on the mind, I’m assumin’?”
The image of Kenta and I huddled together on my couch flashed through my mind once more, before I quickly shook it away. “Uhhhh… Nope! I’m just really focussing here on getting these tamales out.”
“‘Tamales,’ huh?” Fehnel chuckled. “Well between this and that ‘gee-yo-za’ stuff, I think I’m startin’ to give up on predictin’ what crazy name Kahnta’ll come up with next.”
“Yeah it’s pretty… uh–” I coughed awkwardly, clearing something nonexistent out of my throat. “It’s pretty creative.”
“You can say that again. By this point, they’re startin’ to sound almost alien!” Fehnel laughed again, and I cringed as the irony fell over deaf ears. “But hey, who am I to judge! I mean, to me all the stuff on this planet is alien, so what’s another ‘Tamale’ added to the pile, yeah?”
I had to stop my ears and head from shrinking too far towards the ground.
“Anyways, I’m assumin’ these are the actual foods I requested Kahnta to create, right?” Fehnel continued to ask.
“Uh– Y-yeah, yes they ar–” I tried to say before one of Fehnel’s paws suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist.
“Great!” she beamed, before dragging me away into one of the many chatty piles of fluffy wool that constituted our event.
It didn’t take more than a few rushed steps before I was suddenly pulled in front of another Yotul and Venlil, who I did well to recognize immediately. It seemed as though Kadew and Vuilen had arrived, the former of which looking just about as nervous as I had expected. Vuilen, on the other paw, was anything but. Her tail was wagging furiously, almost impossibly giddy with enthusiasm as her ears shifted around a swivel, likely allowing every new smell and sound to pull her attention to and fro.
Fehnel dragged me forward and plopped me down right in front of the two, before saying, “Tell them what you just told me.”
Vuilen leaned forward, bestowing me her full attention, while Kadew remained stationary, only doing as much as to straighten a single, skeptical ear.
“W-well, uh…” I stumbled, before quickly getting my act together. “Among a number of new strayu recipes, the main entree for today’s event is called ‘Tamales.’”
“Oooo!” Vuilen beamed. “What’s that, Lackadaisy guy? It sounds awesome!”
“According to Kahnta, it’s a mix of vegetables folded in a spongy strayu wrap and steamed inside a starchy husk. And…” I tilted my ears towards Kadew, “It’s supposedly a specialty that is designed to be eaten during times of celebration with family. Regardless of whether they be by blood, or found.”
Kadew huffed a short breath, before folding her arms. But before she got the chance to speak, Vuilen’s enthused voice overtook it. The black and white wooled Venlil leaned into her smaller Yotul partner and pulled them into a strong hug.
“Hear that, Dew? It’s like this food was MADE for your Running Day!” Vuilen piped, bouncing up and down like a cub and bringing the now deeply blooming Kadew along for the ride. “Well… I guess it literally was, but you know what I mean! Either way, there’s like a million new kinds of strayu foods here! Can you believe that? I think I even saw some sylvanas over on that table there! Can you even begin to wonder what they taste like? Oh my Sol, I’m so excited!”
Kadew, whose previously unimpressed countenance now had more steam coming out of her ears than the tamales off in the distance, stuttered out her response. “Uh– Uhmm– That’s… that’s great…”
“I know right!” Vuilen squealed. “This is going to be the BEST Running Day ever! I’m so happy for you!”
I couldn’t help but giggle out in response to this, something which Fehnel had long since been doing on her own volition. Unfortunately for Kadew, this did nothing to ease the sheer amount of embarrassment already flying around her dazed face.
“Of course, all guests are free to eat their fill, especially those invited by the Claw’s Lady herself,” I said, before gesturing a paw towards Fehnel. “All of it has been covered in advance by our generous sponsor.”
Vuilen retreated from her hug just as quickly as it had started, twisting her attention back towards Fehnel and I. “Really? I still can’t believe you’re just giving away all this for free!”
She walked towards the two of us, leaving a still dazed Kadew behind her, before rushing to give Fehnel herself another brief hug. “Thank you so much again for organizing something like this, ma’am.”
Fehnel returned the embrace, having nothing but pure pride and joy radiate through her voice. “Of course, hun. I hope you and my daughter enjoy your date.”
“Oh we will!” Vuilen replied quickly, pulling back once again. Just as fast, she began making a beeline for the buffet tables, almost disappearing into the crowd of fellow Venlil fluff before her voice was heard once more. “I’ll be back in a jiffy, Dew! I just gotta try some of this stuff before it’s all gone!”
Before she was out of range, I twisted around, raised a paw up to my mouth, and stood up high to help carry my voice after her. “Don’t forget to save room for dessert!”
Turning back, I joined Fehnel once again in her chuckling. It didn’t take long for Fehnel to comment on the situation now that Vuilen was out of earshot.
She leaned over and gently nudged me in the leg with her tail. “She’s a riot, ain’t she? Does my daughter know how to pick em’, or what?”
“Oh yeah, I’ve seen them together in the diner all the time. Honestly, I’ve been wondering how long it was going to take to knit that scarf,” I commented, referencing one of the more common and romantic Venlil courtship rituals.
“Guys I can HEAR YOU!” Kadew yelped, now seemingly freed of her hug-induced daze.
“Oh hun don’t you worry yourself about us,” Fehnel replied, a slight hum to her voice. “Us adults can’t help but watch the young love bloom.”
“That guy’s barely older than I am!” Kadew shot back, raising a finger to point at me.
I raised two paws in defence, much too similar to the way Kenta does when he’s been caught teasing me. “Hey, doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate it when I see it. You’re doing great, by the way.”
The teasing, however, had been lost on her. I had meant it in good will, but my words had only served to aggravate Kadew, and she huffed out an annoyed breath. Then, she started stomping rapidly in place, her trained legs moving in a blur like overclocked turbines. From even the briefest glance, I could tell that something had been pulling away at her tail, and our comments were doing it no favours.
“Uhh… are you alright?” I asked tentatively.
“ARGH!” she groaned back. “No! No, I am very much NOT alright! Running Day’s here already, I feel like a pile of speh, my fur’s a mess, and I’m FREAKING THE BRAHK OUT!!”
‘Quite the vocabulary on this one, apparently,’ I judged silently, wondering how my mother would have reacted to hearing me talk like that.
“Honey, Vuilen’s not gonna care about any of that silly stuff,” Fehnel said jovially. “Why, I remember bein’ covered in dried mud the first time I went on a date with your father. We went down to the creek together and took turns tossing water at each other. Then, we went down to the local actin’ house and watched a show. But even after all of that, I still had a bit of dried mud crusted on my fur, but your father didn’t mind. Said it gave me ‘character,’ of all the silly things.”
“Isn’t dried mud just dirt?” I asked.
“Naw, see, dirt is sand, silt, and clay, but it only becomes mud when it has a higher content of clay.”
“So then what happens when dirt gets wet but doesn’t have a lot of clay?”
“Wet dirt.”
“Ah.”
“WHAT ARE YOU BRAHKING TALKING ABOUT!?” Kadew squealed in a panic, her stomping had not ceased in the slightest. She threw her paws up and pulled her ears down over her eyes. “Dirt and mud! That’s all that we Yotul talk about apparently! And trains! Can’t forget the brahking trains! Stars above, that’s all people ever say!”
“Trains are cool,” I said indifferently.
“I don’t care!” she huffed, before turning to Fehnel. “Mom. What if Vuilen comes back and sees you talking about dirt? She’ll just see that it’s the only thing a primitive uplift is capable of understanding! Do you really want to prove her right?”
Fehnel looked shocked, but replied nonetheless. “Has… she said something like that before?”
“Well…! No…! But…” Kadew stomped again. “She might, okay!? Especially if she sees you actively talking about it!”
“To be fair, I asked,” I replied. “Besides, Vuilen seems like a smart girl. She wouldn’t make a rash assumption about the Yotul based off some random remark. Relationships are stronger than that. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
“What do you know about it!?” Kadew shot back, releasing her ears and letting them perk up to max height. “Unless I missed something, I don’t see you dating any other Venlil in that restaurant of yours! How do you know if any of this is fine!?”
Fehnel’s voice soured immediately. “Kadew! That is no way to talk to our new business partner! He was just tryin’ to help! Apologize this instant!”
Realizing something had shifted without my notice, I tried to mellow my voice in an attempt to calm the situation down. “Oh, that won’t be necessar–”
“No,” Fehnel interrupted. “I refuse to let my daughter be rude to anyone. We might not have much, but we at least have manners.” She turned her attention back to her daughter. “Kadew, if you have a problem, then I want you to tell me about it. If there’s somethin’ we can do to help, then–”
“No no, it’s not…” Kadew replied, bringing two fingers up to pinch the bridge of her snout. “It’s not that…”
“It’s not what?” Fehnel tried to guess. “It’s with Vuilen, isn’t it? You’re afraid she’ll not be able to appreciate the Runnin’ Day? Listen, I know this isn’t Leirn, but Sylvan and I are kickin’ our hardest to make it special for you regardless. Sure, it’s not the most traditional, but I’m sure Vuilen won’t mind! I understand that livin’ on a new planet is taxin’, the gravity here especially, but as foreigners it’s our job to show these nice people where we come from. We’re Yotul, and nothin’ will change that!”
“Mom…” Kadew grunted back, before taking a deep breath.
Before she could speak, Fehnel continued with a proud wag to her tail. “Do you remember what a Runnin’ Day is all about, Kadew? It’s about all the cubs that came of age that year comin’ together and sayin’ that they’ll be fine by themselves. But it’s also about family. It’s about knowin’ that no matter where you run off to, I’ll be there to support you. But you’re makin’ it real hard to do that every time you don’t tell me what the matter is! And if you don’t, how can I make this Runnin’ Day the best it can–”
“But it’s not a Running Day, is it!” Kadew yelled, instantly shutting Fehnel up.
Her mother stared forward blankly, stumbling over a few unclear words. “Wh-what do you…”
“It’s not a Running Day!” Kadew repeated. “It’s not! I mean look around you!” She lifted her arms up dramatically, motioning towards the crowds of unaware Venlil around us. “We’re the only Yotul here! We’re the only two people that even know what a Running Day is, and I’m pretty sure we’re the only people that care!”
I tried to speak, “Umm… I know what a Running Day i–” but the look of animosity Kadew immediately shot my way gave me Jeela flashbacks, and I shut up just as quick.
“Kadew… Hun, that’s not true,” Fehnel tried to defend. “I’m sure they’d be willing to open their minds if we just–”
“What? Tell them all about how great it is to come from an Uplift planet? Talk about brahking DIRT some more!? Careful there Mom, don’t want to spoil their meal!” Kadew continued her berating. “Because you and I both know that the only reason anyone even showed up to this thing is because of that guy’s food!” Another finger was shot out in my direction. “Even you know there’s nothing special about your stupid Uplift culture! There’s nothing here even remotely related to the Yotul! It’s all just Venlil decorations and Venlil food, for our solely Venlil guests! And look!!” She pointed directly at the statue Jeela had placed as the centerpiece. “They have a statue of a Venlil as the center of everything! It’s the star attraction, not us! They couldn’t give a damn about me or Running Day or our culture or… or anything!”
Fehnel appeared to be on the verge of tears.
“And now I’ve got to find some kind of excuse for all this!” Kadew added. “It’s bad enough I had to drag Vuilen into pretending to care about the Yotul. But now the entire town is a part of it too! They’re laughing at us, Mom! Just like at school! Just like everywhere else I go! They’re laughing at us and you’re proud about it!”
From the verge of tears, Fehnel’s voice had croaked into a soft weep. A glimmering stream of water had begun to crawl down the ridge of her rust-coloured face.
“I hate being born a Yotul! I hate this gross, rusty fur! I hate everyone thinking I’m primitive and that I must be in love with trains and steam engines! And I hate you trying to push your culture on me! Cause guess what? I’ve never even seen Leirn! It’s NOT my home and you need to stop pretending it is!”
Fehnel stood simply aghast, the occasional choked-up garble of sounds emerging from her throat. Meanwhile, I stood speechless as well. Obviously, I had accidentally walked in on and been exposed to something that had been going on for quite a while. But even worse, it seems as though I had done nothing but fanned the flame of this long-fueled fire. Instinctively, I began taking a few steps back to give the two their space, which went unnoticed by either party.
Fehnel swallowed, her eyes still welling tears. “I… I…” she tried to say, but no words would form. Instead, she choked on her own voice. And Kadew, who stood waiting for a response, sucked in heavy loads of air in the fleeting hope to catch her breath.
But instead of an answer, all that any of us heard was a scream.
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Memory Transcript Subject: Sylvan, Venlil Citizen
Date: [Standardized Human Time]: December 13, 2136
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It wasn’t too long that I was absent from the event. Sure, Kenta and I had run into a few hiccups when trying to load up the cart, but that was to be expected. Just looking at the absolute behemoth of an edible pile that he had somehow been able to put together in such a short amount of time, it was a wonder just how we were able to fit them all on there in the first place. And the promise that there was still more yet to be brought out had left me astonished. If I hadn’t already seen the ravenous vortex of Venlil that had so efficiently done away with the other dishes, I might have actually been worried about leftovers.
The food in question, long tubes made out of some kind of starchy form of strayu and packaged in an even starchier husk, were stacked in circular pyramids atop three large trays. As it turned out, this delicacy was the same “Tamale” recipe that I had heard mentioned the day before, the sheer amount being the product of Kenta’s, Julio’s, and even Jeela’s preparations. Unfortunately, I hadn’t received the full explanation of what they were just yet, but Kenta had thankfully given me at least a quick rundown.
Using the same steaming methods as the gyoza, these tamales had been folded carefully over a mix of fresh, crisp vegetables whose scent floated around each in a rich aura. They were hot out of the steamer, a cloud of gaseous water encircling the air above it in a decadent plume. If I hadn’t known better, with the combined mass of the tamales and the sheer volume of steam they collectively released, it might have made me believe the cart itself to be on fire. But of course, there was no such thing, and the cloud that spread into the sky only served to sweeten the air.
As I rolled out the cart, I looked at one last addition to the ensemble. There in a large bowl was something that Kenta hadn’t mentioned in the slightest when explaining the recipe and reasonings behind the tamales, and I had been so urgent to get these out the door that I’d forgotten to press for more details. It had been left in the refrigerator since the day before, which I had only noticed when doing inventory after the fiasco of event preparations.
‘It completely slipped my mind until now… I’m glad I didn’t forget it. Especially after what that note said.’
When I had found the bowl, a small piece of paper had been taped to it. On which, an alien text had been inscribed that required me to use my visual translator to make any sense of. It had been nothing but obvious that holding up the translator informed me that the language was indeed Terran. But what confused me was that instead of the morphemic script that I had come to slightly recognize from Kenta’s subculture, it instead appeared to be something more alphabetic.
On it, the note simply read: “Make sure to serve this with the tamales, my friend. Don’t forget!”
Additionally, below those words had appeared to be an additional message. That one, however, was partially scribbled out. When I scanned that one as well, the translator had taken a long time to process, and its output remained considerably fractured: “**od l*ck wit* y*u* n*w boyf***nd.”
Having not thought much of the note, I had just barely remembered to retrieve the bowl from the fridge and put it on the card while Kenta was off busy grabbing one last batch of tamales before rushing me out the door. I shook it out of my mind for the time being. After all, right now there were more pressing things to manage.
Wheeling the cart back outside, I was hit with the briefest shortage of breath. It had only been a momentary respite, but shifting from the quiet of the empty diner to the lively atmosphere of a crowded party would never not be a shock. By now, enough people had shown up that the event could already be considered at max capacity. People from all over filled the street, chatting and conversing in a rambunctious, lively gusto.
To see so many people take the time out of their schedules and come down to my family’s diner just because of the promise of our food… It was almost overwhelming, enough to bring a brief tear to the eye reminiscent of my reaction to that very first wave of people Ginro had brought soon after I first hired Kenta. I took a moment just to bask in it. A feeling I had all but begun to grow almost too accustomed to. A feeling of success, and of pride. And as I once again continued pushing the cart past the crowds of chatty party attendees, along with the piles of wool that it entailed, that feeling continued to pour into me. It was all almost too much to hear at once.
“Hey Sylvan! Great party!” said one voice to my left.
“Amazing food as always, Lackadaisy guy! I can’t get enough of these little strayu things in the salad!” piped another to my right.
“Ooooo! What are those things?” asked one more as I passed by them, who excitedly eyed up the stack of tamales I was delivering.
I laughed along and chatted with people on my way to one of the tables, chuckling at their jokes and accepting their praise on behalf of both myself and the mysterious ‘Kahnta.’ With each pleased guest and hungry gaze, I couldn’t help but feel myself bloom in sheer joy at the tidal wave of enthusiastic complements.
That was… until one otherwise innocent comment sounded from behind me.
“So you’re telling me this was all made by one chef?” they asked one of their friends, not intending me to hear as they talked with their mouth half stuffed with food. Looking closer, I could see that they were two Gojids chatting with one another. “Better enjoy it now, I guess. Not gonna be long before some fancy place in the Capital comes and recruits them. Honestly, if the owner of this place wants to have any hope of holding on to them, he better marry them or something.”
The partygoer’s friend laughed, “Well if he doesn’t, then I will! Can you imagine eating something like this every day?”
I couldn’t help but bloom even more overhearing this. But this was a different kind of feeling. Not the gentle warmth of normal delight, but instead the torrid heat of surging emotions. And as I began nonchalantly transferring the steaming tamales to one of the tables, these emotions steamed to the surface of my mind as well.
It was a mix of things that fueled my silent reaction. At first, the implication of asking Kenta into matehood was… well it was certainly something. I was sure the two Gojids were simply making innocent remarks, assuming that the lie about my precious chef being another, completely ordinary Venlil was correct, not realizing in the slightest just how much the implication left me flummoxed. And in normal circumstances, it would have been just that, a simple perk of the ears and a brief daydream of something so far away from me. But after yesterday, things had changed.
The previous day had been eventful, to say the least. I had eaten some amazing pastries and listened to an even more amazing alien melody. Only for it all to come crashing down when my idiotic brain forgot to turn back on the translator before pouring out my entire menagerie of pent up emotions before Kenta. My one chance to seize an opportunity at the height of a courageous high, only to tumble and fall flat during the execution. Even worse, I couldn’t muster the bravery to say the same thing even one more time.
I had completely blown it. And needless to say, I wasn’t exactly keen on remembering my mistakes from that previous day, especially during such a pivotal event. The only mediocre condolence I could take from the whole ordeal being the opportunity of waking up next to Kenta that same day. But even that was cut much too short by the mad rush to get preparation ready for the event.
‘I can still remember how warm he felt… And how peaceful he looked when his eyes were closed…’ I thought to myself in deep reminiscence.
“Hey there Sylvan!”
‘I can’t get it out of my head…! Ugh! I wish it wasn’t just a one time thing…’
“Sylvan?”
‘If we really were together romantically, then maybe I could see that every day… But that’s not–’
“Sylvan!!”
The moment my attention was pulled away from my internal thoughts, I audibly bleated out a high pitched noise of surprise, “Eeep!”
My ears jutted up and my tail straightened like a steel beam. My attention shifted over to my side, where I soon realized Fehnel now stood. She had her paws held firmly on her hips, with a head tilted to the side in a half puzzled, half amused demeanor. Then, when I realized I had been staring a little too long without saying anything, I quickly turned my attention back to the table.
“Oh hey Fehnel!” I stuttered out. “Didn’t see you there!”
“Sorry if I sneaked up on ya, hun,” Fehnel replied with a single wag of the tail. “Got somethin’ on the mind, I’m assumin’?”
The image of Kenta and I huddled together on my couch flashed through my mind once more, before I quickly shook it away. “Uhhhh… Nope! I’m just really focussing here on getting these tamales out.”
“‘Tamales,’ huh?” Fehnel chuckled. “Well between this and that ‘gee-yo-za’ stuff, I think I’m startin’ to give up on predictin’ what crazy name Kahnta’ll come up with next.”
“Yeah it’s pretty… uh–” I coughed awkwardly, clearing something nonexistent out of my throat. “It’s pretty creative.”
“You can say that again. By this point, they’re startin’ to sound almost alien!” Fehnel laughed again, and I cringed as the irony fell over deaf ears. “But hey, who am I to judge! I mean, to me all the stuff on this planet is alien, so what’s another ‘Tamale’ added to the pile, yeah?”
I had to stop my ears and head from shrinking too far towards the ground.
“Anyways, I’m assumin’ these are the actual foods I requested Kahnta to create, right?” Fehnel continued to ask.
“Uh– Y-yeah, yes they ar–” I tried to say before one of Fehnel’s paws suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist.
“Great!” she beamed, before dragging me away into one of the many chatty piles of fluffy wool that constituted our event.
It didn’t take more than a few rushed steps before I was suddenly pulled in front of another Yotul and Venlil, who I did well to recognize immediately. It seemed as though Kadew and Vuilen had arrived, the former of which looking just about as nervous as I had expected. Vuilen, on the other paw, was anything but. Her tail was wagging furiously, almost impossibly giddy with enthusiasm as her ears shifted around a swivel, likely allowing every new smell and sound to pull her attention to and fro.
Fehnel dragged me forward and plopped me down right in front of the two, before saying, “Tell them what you just told me.”
Vuilen leaned forward, bestowing me her full attention, while Kadew remained stationary, only doing as much as to straighten a single, skeptical ear.
“W-well, uh…” I stumbled, before quickly getting my act together. “Among a number of new strayu recipes, the main entree for today’s event is called ‘Tamales.’”
“Oooo!” Vuilen beamed. “What’s that, Lackadaisy guy? It sounds awesome!”
“According to Kahnta, it’s a mix of vegetables folded in a spongy strayu wrap and steamed inside a starchy husk. And…” I tilted my ears towards Kadew, “It’s supposedly a specialty that is designed to be eaten during times of celebration with family. Regardless of whether they be by blood, or found.”
Kadew huffed a short breath, before folding her arms. But before she got the chance to speak, Vuilen’s enthused voice overtook it. The black and white wooled Venlil leaned into her smaller Yotul partner and pulled them into a strong hug.
“Hear that, Dew? It’s like this food was MADE for your Running Day!” Vuilen piped, bouncing up and down like a cub and bringing the now deeply blooming Kadew along for the ride. “Well… I guess it literally was, but you know what I mean! Either way, there’s like a million new kinds of strayu foods here! Can you believe that? I think I even saw some sylvanas over on that table there! Can you even begin to wonder what they taste like? Oh my Sol, I’m so excited!”
Kadew, whose previously unimpressed countenance now had more steam coming out of her ears than the tamales off in the distance, stuttered out her response. “Uh– Uhmm– That’s… that’s great…”
“I know right!” Vuilen squealed. “This is going to be the BEST Running Day ever! I’m so happy for you!”
I couldn’t help but giggle out in response to this, something which Fehnel had long since been doing on her own volition. Unfortunately for Kadew, this did nothing to ease the sheer amount of embarrassment already flying around her dazed face.
“Of course, all guests are free to eat their fill, especially those invited by the Claw’s Lady herself,” I said, before gesturing a paw towards Fehnel. “All of it has been covered in advance by our generous sponsor.”
Vuilen retreated from her hug just as quickly as it had started, twisting her attention back towards Fehnel and I. “Really? I still can’t believe you’re just giving away all this for free!”
She walked towards the two of us, leaving a still dazed Kadew behind her, before rushing to give Fehnel herself another brief hug. “Thank you so much again for organizing something like this, ma’am.”
Fehnel returned the embrace, having nothing but pure pride and joy radiate through her voice. “Of course, hun. I hope you and my daughter enjoy your date.”
“Oh we will!” Vuilen replied quickly, pulling back once again. Just as fast, she began making a beeline for the buffet tables, almost disappearing into the crowd of fellow Venlil fluff before her voice was heard once more. “I’ll be back in a jiffy, Dew! I just gotta try some of this stuff before it’s all gone!”
Before she was out of range, I twisted around, raised a paw up to my mouth, and stood up high to help carry my voice after her. “Don’t forget to save room for dessert!”
Turning back, I joined Fehnel once again in her chuckling. It didn’t take long for Fehnel to comment on the situation now that Vuilen was out of earshot.
She leaned over and gently nudged me in the leg with her tail. “She’s a riot, ain’t she? Does my daughter know how to pick em’, or what?”
“Oh yeah, I’ve seen them together in the diner all the time. Honestly, I’ve been wondering how long it was going to take to knit that scarf,” I commented, referencing one of the more common and romantic Venlil courtship rituals.
“Guys I can HEAR YOU!” Kadew yelped, now seemingly freed of her hug-induced daze.
“Oh hun don’t you worry yourself about us,” Fehnel replied, a slight hum to her voice. “Us adults can’t help but watch the young love bloom.”
“That guy’s barely older than I am!” Kadew shot back, raising a finger to point at me.
I raised two paws in defence, much too similar to the way Kenta does when he’s been caught teasing me. “Hey, doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate it when I see it. You’re doing great, by the way.”
The teasing, however, had been lost on her. I had meant it in good will, but my words had only served to aggravate Kadew, and she huffed out an annoyed breath. Then, she started stomping rapidly in place, her trained legs moving in a blur like overclocked turbines. From even the briefest glance, I could tell that something had been pulling away at her tail, and our comments were doing it no favours.
“Uhh… are you alright?” I asked tentatively.
“ARGH!” she groaned back. “No! No, I am very much NOT alright! Running Day’s here already, I feel like a pile of speh, my fur’s a mess, and I’m FREAKING THE BRAHK OUT!!”
‘Quite the vocabulary on this one, apparently,’ I judged silently, wondering how my mother would have reacted to hearing me talk like that.
“Honey, Vuilen’s not gonna care about any of that silly stuff,” Fehnel said jovially. “Why, I remember bein’ covered in dried mud the first time I went on a date with your father. We went down to the creek together and took turns tossing water at each other. Then, we went down to the local actin’ house and watched a show. But even after all of that, I still had a bit of dried mud crusted on my fur, but your father didn’t mind. Said it gave me ‘character,’ of all the silly things.”
“Isn’t dried mud just dirt?” I asked.
“Naw, see, dirt is sand, silt, and clay, but it only becomes mud when it has a higher content of clay.”
“So then what happens when dirt gets wet but doesn’t have a lot of clay?”
“Wet dirt.”
“Ah.”
“WHAT ARE YOU BRAHKING TALKING ABOUT!?” Kadew squealed in a panic, her stomping had not ceased in the slightest. She threw her paws up and pulled her ears down over her eyes. “Dirt and mud! That’s all that we Yotul talk about apparently! And trains! Can’t forget the brahking trains! Stars above, that’s all people ever say!”
“Trains are cool,” I said indifferently.
“I don’t care!” she huffed, before turning to Fehnel. “Mom. What if Vuilen comes back and sees you talking about dirt? She’ll just see that it’s the only thing a primitive uplift is capable of understanding! Do you really want to prove her right?”
Fehnel looked shocked, but replied nonetheless. “Has… she said something like that before?”
“Well…! No…! But…” Kadew stomped again. “She might, okay!? Especially if she sees you actively talking about it!”
“To be fair, I asked,” I replied. “Besides, Vuilen seems like a smart girl. She wouldn’t make a rash assumption about the Yotul based off some random remark. Relationships are stronger than that. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
“What do you know about it!?” Kadew shot back, releasing her ears and letting them perk up to max height. “Unless I missed something, I don’t see you dating any other Venlil in that restaurant of yours! How do you know if any of this is fine!?”
Fehnel’s voice soured immediately. “Kadew! That is no way to talk to our new business partner! He was just tryin’ to help! Apologize this instant!”
Realizing something had shifted without my notice, I tried to mellow my voice in an attempt to calm the situation down. “Oh, that won’t be necessar–”
“No,” Fehnel interrupted. “I refuse to let my daughter be rude to anyone. We might not have much, but we at least have manners.” She turned her attention back to her daughter. “Kadew, if you have a problem, then I want you to tell me about it. If there’s somethin’ we can do to help, then–”
“No no, it’s not…” Kadew replied, bringing two fingers up to pinch the bridge of her snout. “It’s not that…”
“It’s not what?” Fehnel tried to guess. “It’s with Vuilen, isn’t it? You’re afraid she’ll not be able to appreciate the Runnin’ Day? Listen, I know this isn’t Leirn, but Sylvan and I are kickin’ our hardest to make it special for you regardless. Sure, it’s not the most traditional, but I’m sure Vuilen won’t mind! I understand that livin’ on a new planet is taxin’, the gravity here especially, but as foreigners it’s our job to show these nice people where we come from. We’re Yotul, and nothin’ will change that!”
“Mom…” Kadew grunted back, before taking a deep breath.
Before she could speak, Fehnel continued with a proud wag to her tail. “Do you remember what a Runnin’ Day is all about, Kadew? It’s about all the cubs that came of age that year comin’ together and sayin’ that they’ll be fine by themselves. But it’s also about family. It’s about knowin’ that no matter where you run off to, I’ll be there to support you. But you’re makin’ it real hard to do that every time you don’t tell me what the matter is! And if you don’t, how can I make this Runnin’ Day the best it can–”
“But it’s not a Running Day, is it!” Kadew yelled, instantly shutting Fehnel up.
Her mother stared forward blankly, stumbling over a few unclear words. “Wh-what do you…”
“It’s not a Running Day!” Kadew repeated. “It’s not! I mean look around you!” She lifted her arms up dramatically, motioning towards the crowds of unaware Venlil around us. “We’re the only Yotul here! We’re the only two people that even know what a Running Day is, and I’m pretty sure we’re the only people that care!”
I tried to speak, “Umm… I know what a Running Day i–” but the look of animosity Kadew immediately shot my way gave me Jeela flashbacks, and I shut up just as quick.
“Kadew… Hun, that’s not true,” Fehnel tried to defend. “I’m sure they’d be willing to open their minds if we just–”
“What? Tell them all about how great it is to come from an Uplift planet? Talk about brahking DIRT some more!? Careful there Mom, don’t want to spoil their meal!” Kadew continued her berating. “Because you and I both know that the only reason anyone even showed up to this thing is because of that guy’s food!” Another finger was shot out in my direction. “Even you know there’s nothing special about your stupid Uplift culture! There’s nothing here even remotely related to the Yotul! It’s all just Venlil decorations and Venlil food, for our solely Venlil guests! And look!!” She pointed directly at the statue Jeela had placed as the centerpiece. “They have a statue of a Venlil as the center of everything! It’s the star attraction, not us! They couldn’t give a damn about me or Running Day or our culture or… or anything!”
Fehnel appeared to be on the verge of tears.
“And now I’ve got to find some kind of excuse for all this!” Kadew added. “It’s bad enough I had to drag Vuilen into pretending to care about the Yotul. But now the entire town is a part of it too! They’re laughing at us, Mom! Just like at school! Just like everywhere else I go! They’re laughing at us and you’re proud about it!”
From the verge of tears, Fehnel’s voice had croaked into a soft weep. A glimmering stream of water had begun to crawl down the ridge of her rust-coloured face.
“I hate being born a Yotul! I hate this gross, rusty fur! I hate everyone thinking I’m primitive and that I must be in love with trains and steam engines! And I hate you trying to push your culture on me! Cause guess what? I’ve never even seen Leirn! It’s NOT my home and you need to stop pretending it is!”
Fehnel stood simply aghast, the occasional choked-up garble of sounds emerging from her throat. Meanwhile, I stood speechless as well. Obviously, I had accidentally walked in on and been exposed to something that had been going on for quite a while. But even worse, it seems as though I had done nothing but fanned the flame of this long-fueled fire. Instinctively, I began taking a few steps back to give the two their space, which went unnoticed by either party.
Fehnel swallowed, her eyes still welling tears. “I… I…” she tried to say, but no words would form. Instead, she choked on her own voice. And Kadew, who stood waiting for a response, sucked in heavy loads of air in the fleeting hope to catch her breath.
But instead of an answer, all that any of us heard was a scream.
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Phish

Phish, Thursday 05/26/2011 (13 years ago) Bethel Woods, Bethel, NY, USA
Gap Chart, Tour: Not Part of a Tour
Set 1 : Waves
Show Notes:
This performance was from the tech rehearsal for Phish's 2011 Bethel Woods run. This stunning version of Waves (with A Love Supreme themes) was first revealed on Kevin Shapiro's "From the Archives" #15 in the early morning of 7/1/11 on The Bunny @ SBIX .
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Phish, Thursday 05/26/1994 (30 years ago) Warfield Theatre, San Francisco, CA, USA
Gap Chart, Tour: 1994 Spring Tour
Set 1 : Buried Alive > Poor Heart > Cavern , Demand , Split Open and Melt , Sparkle > It's Ice > Catapult > Divided Sky , Sample in a Jar
Set 2 : Also Sprach Zarathustra > Run Like an Antelope ¹ , Fluffhead , Down with Disease > Mound , Ginseng Sullivan ² , Dog Faced Boy ³ , You Enjoy Myself , Amazing Grace ⁴
Encore : Good Times Bad Times
1 Simpsons signal. 2 Acoustic and without microphones. Fish on washboard. 3 Acoustic and without microphones. 4 Without microphones.
Jamchart Notes:
Split Open and Melt - Lots of screaming at various points is a good indicator that this somewhat wacky, blistering version packs some heat.
Fluffhead - Although no perfect live performance may exist in this Universe, this superlative version is one of a very small handful that comes close. All the treacherous sections - The Chase, Who Do? We Do!, Bundle of Joy - these sections are nearly flawless. Like most '94 versions, this one is intense and hard rocking, yet performed with remarkable precision. Page's solo in Clod is super, while Mike's and Fish's dynamic play throughout is on full display in a high energy Arrival.
Show Notes:
Antelope contained a Simpsons signal. Ginseng Sullivan and Dog Faced Boy were performed acoustic and, along with Amazing Grace, without microphones. Ginseng also featured Fish on washboard.
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Phish, 1990-05-26 The Old Post Office, Hilton Head, SC, USA
Setlist: https://phish.net/setlists/phish-may-26-1990-the-old-post-office-hilton-head-sc-usa.html
Tour: 1990 Tour
Show Notes: It is believed that Phish headlined this night with The Mundahs opening, but the setlist is unknown. This information is from Phish.com.
Phish, Friday 05/26/1989 (35 years ago) Valley Club Cafe, Rutland, VT, USA
Gap Chart, Tour: 1989 Tour
Set 1 : Bold As Love , AC/DC Bag , Mike's Song > I Am Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove , Sanity ¹ , Halley's Comet ² > The Sloth , You Enjoy Myself
Set 2 : David Bowie ³ , The Mango Song , Split Open and Melt , Bathtub Gin ⁴ , Run Like an Antelope , Golgi Apparatus
Set 3 : Slave to the Traffic Light , Funky Bitch , The Ballad of Curtis Loew > Possum
Encore : The Practical Song
1 Fast version. 2 Richard Wright on vocals. 3 Alternate "Lazy Lester" lyrics. 4 First known version.
Jamchart Notes:
You Enjoy Myself - No bass & drums ("B&D;") section. TREY IS ON FIRE!!!
David Bowie - Very long intro with hilarious banter from Trey, this is the infamous LAZY LESTER BOWIE, with incredible playing by all. Hear it for yourself!
Bathtub Gin - Debut. No real jam at all. Instead, the "Bathtub Gin" vocal refrain is extended slightly, and then the song abruptly ends.
Show Notes:
Sanity was the fast version. Richard Wright provided guest vocals on Halley's Comet. Sweet Georgia Brown was teased before and in the Bowie intro. Linus and Lucy was also teased in the intro. Bowie was subsequently announced as, dedicated to, and sung as "Lazy Lester." This show contained the first known version of Bathtub Gin. Trey compared Antelope to his life-long dream of playing hockey and dedicated the song to "all you pro hockey players out there." Curtis Loew contained teases of Sailor's Hornpipe and Fishin' Hole from Trey. Possum contained Johnny B. Goode teases.
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Trey Anastasio

Trey Anastasio Band, 2020-05-26 None, Providence, RI, USA
Setlist: https://phish.net/setlists/trey-anastasio-band-may-26-2020-the-strand-providence-ri-usa.html
Tour: Not Part of a Tour
Show Notes: This performance was cancelled as a result of the coronavirus COVID-19 outbreak.
Trey Anastasio Band, 2017-05-26 Allegany County Fairgrounds, Cumberland, MD, USA
Setlist: https://phish.net/setlists/trey-anastasio-may-26-2017-allegany-county-fairgrounds-cumberland-md-usa.html
Tour: Not Part of a Tour
Show Notes: This performance took place at DelFest and was on the Grandstand Stage. I'm Blue, I'm Lonesome and Beauty of My Dreams featured Del McCoury on guitar, Rob McCoury on banjo, and Ronnie McCoury on mandolin.
Trey Anastasio Band, 2013-05-26 Three Sisters Park, Chillicothe, IL, USA
Setlist: https://phish.net/setlists/trey-anastasio-may-26-2013-three-sisters-park-chillicothe-il-usa.html
Tour: TAB - Spring 2013 Tour
Show Notes: This show was part of the Summer Camp Music Festival and took place on the Sunshine Stage. The show was cut short due to inclement weather.
Trey Anastasio Band, 2003-05-26 Hammerstein Ballroom, New York, NY, USA
Setlist: https://phish.net/setlists/trey-anastasio-may-26-2003-hammerstein-ballroom-new-york-ny-usa.html
Tour: TAB - The Dectet Summer 2003 Tour
Show Notes: The Anastasio/Marshall originals "Cincinnati," "Secret Smile," and "Spices" were all debuts; Led Zeppelin's "Black Dog" was a TAB debut. Trey performed "Secret Smile" and "Spices" solo, acoustic. Mike appeared on stage with his Segway during "Push On 'Til the Day" and performed in place of Tony on bass for "Black Dog."
Trey Anastasio Band, 2002-05-26 Calaveras County Fairgrounds, Angel's Camp, CA, USA
Setlist: https://phish.net/setlists/trey-anastasio-may-26-2002-calaveras-county-fairgrounds-angels-camp-ca-usa.html
Tour: TAB - The Dectet Summer 2002 Tour
Show Notes: This gig was part of the Mountain Aire Music Festival that also included Les Claypool's Flying Frog Brigade, Elvis Costello and the Imposters, Galactic, Particle, John Prine, Robert Randolph, and The Derek Trucks Band. Will Bernard from Motherbug sat in on "Last Tube."

Mike Gordon

Mike Gordon, 2017-05-26 Three Sisters Park, Chillicothe, IL, USA
Setlist: https://phish.net/setlists/mike-gordon-may-26-2017-three-sisters-park-chillicothe-il-usa.html
Tour: Not Part of a Tour
Show Notes: This performance was part of Summer Camp Music Festival and took place on the Moonshine Stage.

John Fishman

Pork Tornado, 1997-05-26 Club Toast, Burlington, VT, USA
Setlist: https://phish.net/setlists/jon-fishman-may-26-1997-club-toast-burlington-vt-usa.html
Tour: Fish - Pork Tornado Summer 1997
Show Notes: One Step Beyond opened.

FIA F2

Monaco Grand Prix - Feature Race

F1FS Wiki: FIA F2 Guide 2024 Drivers & Teams 2024 Calendar

Session Times

Thursday-Sunday times are in CEST (UTC+2:00)

• Practice: Thu 23 May 2024, 15:00 (UTC+2)
• Qualifying: Fri 24 May 2024, 15:10 (UTC+2)
• Sprint Race: Sat 25 May 2024, 14:15 (UTC+2)
• Feature Race: Sun 26 May 2024, 09:40 (UTC+2)

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Circuit de Monaco

La Condamine and Monte Carlo, Monaco
Circuit Diagram
Length: 3.337 km (2.074 miles)
Turns: 19
Distance:

• Sprint Race: 30 laps - 100.110 km
• Feature Race: 42 laps - 140.154 km (Mandatory pit-stop)

2023

2023 Pole Time: 1:21.053 ( Frederik Vesti, Prema Racing)
2023 Fastest Lap:

• Sprint Race: 1:22.819 ( Jack Doohan, Invicta Virtuosi Racing)
• Feature Race: 1:21.724 ( Victor Martins, ART Grand Prix)

2023 Winner:

• Sprint Race: Ayumu Iwasa, DAMS)
• Feature Race: Frederik Vesti, Prema Racing

2024

2024 Pole Time:
2024 Fastest Lap:

• Sprint Race:
• Feature Race:

2024 Winner:

• Sprint Race:
• Feature Race:

Provisional Starting Grid

The Formula 2 page on FIA.com
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