White fleur de lis stencil
MLPFleur
2016.01.13 14:57 Myrandall MLPFleur
MLP's Fleur de Lis
2020.12.01 04:20 LDJames I know it's stupid, but like why not?
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2024.05.29 11:22 LilHarbinger94 Three houses…heard what I’m thinking.
For my Italian wizarding school here’s what I’m thinking for my three houses.
For The first house created by Antonia de Medici, it’s animal would be the dangerous Eurasian lynx. The animal symbolizing the power and danger the Medici family had and that Antonia would value ambition and family above all else. Im not sure on color I was thinking maybe purple for “royalty” since the Medici thought of themselves as such and ruled over most Florence I believe and Tuscanny.
For the second created by Stefano da Vinci an owl. Symbolic to the philosopher mindset that Stefano has valuing creative thinkers and those with a strong sense to question they way things are. Those not afraid to be the outsider. For color I was thinking maybe magenta I’m not sure why honestly.
And the last by Sibyl de Ferula I was thinking the cleopatra butterfly. A note to her Greek lineage, I’m not sure on her values quite yet but I was thinking pure white for her color or maybe teal.
The schools crest would have a shield split into three showing the animals of the houses with the respective colors. A wolf for the national animal on either side of the shield holding it up. And atop the shield a knights helmet.
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For The first house created by Antonia de Medici, it’s animal would be the dangerous Eurasian lynx. The animal symbolizing the power and danger the Medici family had and that Antonia would value ambition and family above all else. Im not sure on color I was thinking maybe purple for “royalty” since the Medici thought of themselves as such and ruled over most Florence I believe and Tuscanny.
For the second created by Stefano da Vinci an owl. Symbolic to the philosopher mindset that Stefano has valuing creative thinkers and those with a strong sense to question they way things are. Those not afraid to be the outsider. For color I was thinking maybe magenta I’m not sure why honestly.
And the last by Sibyl de Ferula I was thinking the cleopatra butterfly. A note to her Greek lineage, I’m not sure on her values quite yet but I was thinking pure white for her color or maybe teal.
The schools crest would have a shield split into three showing the animals of the houses with the respective colors. A wolf for the national animal on either side of the shield holding it up. And atop the shield a knights helmet.
2024.05.29 10:40 g000001 The ANW's songs that recorded 50 years ago today: Songs For A French Lady & Theme(1974-05-28)
https://www.discogs.com/release/2150610-Andrew-White-Songs-For-A-French-Lady-Dedicated-To-Jocelyne https://www.discogs.com/release/2150656-Andrew-White-Theme
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- Bosa Nova AM-6 Songs For A French Lady (Dedicated To Jocelyne)
- Mes Hommes (My Women) AM-6 Songs For A French Lady (Dedicated To Jocelyne)
- L'Amoureuse (The Lovers) AM-6 Songs For A French Lady (Dedicated To Jocelyne)
- Gueule De Nuit (Girl of the Night) AM-6 Songs For A French Lady (Dedicated To Jocelyne)
- Moment's Notice AM-6 Songs For A French Lady (Dedicated To Jocelyne)
- Theme AM-7 Theme
- Kevin, Keith And Steve AM-7 Theme
- Andy's Alto Sax AM-7 Theme
- Contemplation AM-7 Theme
- Theme Grand AM-7 Theme
2024.05.29 10:13 NOOB4FUN99 Another L
 | It’s not fair… submitted by NOOB4FUN99 to SNKRS [link] [comments] |
2024.05.29 09:35 EvilNarwhal3933 Dupes for AERIN Hibiscus Palm?
 | Hello! I’m in love with this perfume but it’s currently not in stock where I am and won’t be for some time :( submitted by EvilNarwhal3933 to Perfumes [link] [comments] Any dupes or recommendations would be greatly appreciated, thank you! |
2024.05.29 09:33 TrueNyx Goodbye my beloved Kobo Libra H2O, welcome home my new Kobo Libra Colour!
 | I bought my first Kobo, the Libra H2O, in January 2020. Since than, I read with it hundreds of amazing books. And today I wanted to take a step forward and change it with the brand new Libra Colour. I’m very happy for the new income, and I hope my old H2O can make some other reader happy like it made me happy! submitted by TrueNyx to kobo [link] [comments] |
2024.05.29 09:14 Aeogeus Do Not Fight Monsters: Chapter 3
First Chapter/Previous Chapter
The birds chirped loudly outside and woke Tamara from her sleep. At first, she tried to ignore them and hugged her goose feather pillow hard, but it was pointless. She opened one of her eyes, and her pupil immediately contracted so much that it became paper thin.
While awake, she was in no position to get up; her body was far too cold. Tamara extended her arms and spread herself out on the bed, slowly absorbing the heat from the sunbeams that poured through her window.
As she lay there, she used this time to think.
“Why was it taking longer?” Tamara mumbled half in her head and half through her lips. When she was young, she was adamant that it took half the time; Tamara would ask her mother when she got up.
Slowly but surely, she absorbed more and more heat so that with each passing minute, she became more alert until, finally, she felt uncomfortable, and her skin flushed. It was time to get up.
Tamara slid out of bed and propped herself up; she swayed from side to side like a sapling in a breeze, her eye half open and made her way to a chest of draws. She pulled off her white nighty, shivered slightly in the chilly air, and then rummaged around for a tunic.
“The green one?” she asked herself; she shook her head, “Not today.” In the end, she settled on a crimson top and crawled into it.
Apart from a few hair accessories, this was it. Apart from Samuel, no one for miles wore more than one article of clothing. Besides the drawers was a small table with a chair arranged on the top were several items, a hairbrush with several bronze hairpins, and a collection of small stones; her favourite was a clear, shiny green one all fat at one end which ended in a sharp point at the other. A stack of papers with several writing supplies was at one end of the table.
There were also several figurines carved from wood. They were all gifts from Samuel, but the one she loved most was a terrible attempt at a Lamia; this was the first present she had received from him.
She picked up her hairbrush; she had no mirror. In fact, Tamara had no idea what a mirror was, but she did not need one and began to brush—every time she woke up, her hair appeared as though she had been struck by lightning.
Tamara ran her fingers through her hair, ensuring that she had removed all knots and that her hair was smooth. The hairbrush was placed back on the table, and a few pins were picked up. She took her hair and carefully wrapped her hair into a bun. When she was done, she gave it a few pats to ensure it was satisfactory.
Leaving the table, Tamara took a few moments to make sure she had not forgotten anything. Her room was pretty sparse, just the bed, the table and cupboard, with a small chest underneath the window; it contained several things she no longer needed but did not have the heart to throw away. Lying by its side was the same leather pouch she had used yesterday, but she would not need it today.
She turned around and left the room, gently closing the door behind her. To her left was another window, and to her right a hallway with one other room beside hers. She listened in as she passed the door but could hear no signs of life.
“Mum must be downstairs,” she thought.
At the end of the hall was a set of stairs; a faint but broad mark was visible leading down to the bottom, made by Tamara’s and her mother’s tails. Tamara added to the stairs wear, and as she reached the bottom, Tamara heard, “Finally up?”
The warm, smiling face of her mother, Pancha, was the source. Pancha was a Lamia with the same golden scales and hair. Her face was similar, except that her eyes were hazel instead of emerald green. Her hair came down to her shoulders with two plaits on one side. She wore a purple tunic with the same diamond pattern on the chest.
They both stood in the kitchen. Pancha was in front of a large metal stove beneath a window. The reason was twofold: firstly, they did not have plumbing or a boiler, so all hot water came from the stove, and secondly, it was warm. Tamara sat at the table in the centre of the room and began drumming her fingers on the wood.
“Would you like a drink?” Pancha asked.
Tamara nodded and replied, “Yeah.”
Pancha returned to the stove and filled a clay cup with hot water.
“What flavour, mint, orange, apple?” Tamara stopped for a few moments as she considered her options.
“Umm, apple, please” she answered.
Her mother carefully placed the cup in front of Tamara; there was a fine haze of steam drifting from the water, and floating inside were several slivers of apple peel. She blew on it and took a small sip; the flavour was subtle, and if she had not seen the peel, she would have thought it was plain water.
Pancha sat down opposite her daughter with a similar cup in her hand, except this one was brewing orange peel. This daily ritual was designed to add the last bit of heat that the sun did not provide, and as far as Tamara knew, every Lamia and Cicindeli in the village did it.
Outside the window, a new sound was overcoming that of the birds; it was the unmistakable sound of chatter of people.
“What do we have to do today?” Tamara asked Pancha. “Well, first, we will meet up with Odalinde and Handus in the market.”
“Why not the town hall?” Tamara interrupted.
“Because it’s too warm today,” she replied, “then we will wander about town and ask if anyone has any problems, and after that, we have the last few hours to ourselves.”
Pancha was the representative of her race just as Odalinde was for the Boreray and Handus was for the Cicindeli. They made most of the executive decisions for the village. The last major one was two years ago when Handus called for everyone not to kill Samuel on sight. Tamara was expected to take over from her mother when she was older, just as Pancha had done for Granddad Eesa.
The last few drops of water were gulped down, and the cups were given a quick wash in the sink. The stove was put out, and a small puff of soot dirtied Tamara’s face; she wiped herself down with a washcloth.
They left the kitchen by another door, which led into another hallway. To the left was the sitting room where Tamara and Pancha would spend their evenings and entertain guests. Straight ahead was one final door; beside it was a coat rack with three hooks; the two closest to the door had thick, heavy coats; the third remained vacant.
As Pancha tried to close the front door behind her, the hinge tended to jam a bit; Tamara walked into the middle of the street. Right in front of her house was the home of Mrs Caltha, Mr Davin and one of Tamara’s best friends, Becanda. The house was two stories tall, made from solid wood, usually oak or mahogany, and covered in a waterproof paste to stop the rot from setting in.
In the distance, Tamara could hear a steadily growing noise; this was the market where people met and conducted their business. Tamara felt a tap on her shoulder; she turned to see her mother smiling at her and holding out her hand. Tamara took it, and the two of them headed toward the crowd.
A few streets later, they entered the market, which was packed with Lamias, Cicindeli, and Boreray. People moved from stall to stall, picking up items they needed and chatting with their friends, which was to say, everyone. They ducked and weaved through the crowd, trying their best to avoid the dozens of people who wanted to spark up conversation.
Ahead was a series of benches arranged in a circle; several people were sitting on them talking, but no sign of Handus or Odalinde.
“Mmm, those lazy snails aren’t here yet,” stated Tamara.
Pancha turned to her daughter and said, “Don’t talk about other people like that; it’s very bad.” After which, she smiled and let out a slight snigger.
Pancha and Tamara sat down on a free bench and took the time to enjoy the peace, if not the quiet. People walking past would stop to say hello, ask how they were doing and now that they knew they weren’t late, they could indulge them. Pancha was busy talking with a turquoise Cicindeli woman called Lupita, so Tamara decided to take a little walk.
“Don’t go far!” Pancha called out.
“Yeah, I know” she replied.
At the centre of the bench circle was a giant sundial. It was scarred, carved from granite, and had been here long before Tamara was born. She ran her fingers over the stone despite the warmth of the sun beating down upon it; it was cold to the touch. It was indeed a magnificent thing, beautiful and providing a valuable service, which was a shame because hardly anyone ever noticed it, let alone used it.
Tamara remembered the story her mother had told her: around seventy years ago, there was a Cicindeli man named Lamuel. According to the tale, he was an inquisitive soul, always asking questions and hardly ever satisfied by the answers he got.
One day, he asked, “Why do we only have names for three times of the day morning, midday and night time?” “What about all the bits in between?”
After which, he divided the day into fourteen bits and built this sundial to display them.
However, despite this monumental effort, the only thing anyone had ever said about it was that it was a pretty statue.
As Tamara remembered the story, she also remembered the moral her mother had taught her, “Don’t put effort into pointless things.”
Tamara felt that the story taught two different lessons: people don’t like change, and they never notice a good thing when they have it.
The shadow cast by the gnomon pointed at the second marking on the stone, but there were no symbols, letters or numbers. Until Samuel showed up, they did not exist.
She did not know how long she had been staring at the shadow when someone behind her said, “Seen anything good?” Tamara turned around to see the smiling face of Handus.
Handus was the representative of the Cicindeli. He was a tall, well-built man with deep crimson hair, and the chitin on his arms and leg was the same. Today, Handus was wearing a deep purple tunic; on the chest were five circles stacked on each other.
Just behind him was another Cicindeli, a young man with the same crimson hair wearing a butter yellow tunic with the same pattern on his chest as Handus; his name was Tide, and he was Handus’s son.
“Good morning, Mr Handus,” Tamara said with a smile. “I was just thinking about Lamuel and why he made this,” she added, pointing to the sundial.
“Yes,” replied Handus; he paused for a moment, deep in thought and then continued, “I never knew Lamuel; he was before my time, and I won’t even pretend to understand him, but if I believe there is anyone in this village that can, it would be you.”
“What do you mean?” Tamara asked, a little confused.
“From the stories I have heard, you and Lamuel are a lot alike. You constantly ask what no one else even thinks of, and you always, always try to find your own answers,” Handus clarified.
Tamara was quiet for a few moments until she had a big, broad smile and said: “thank you, Mr Handus.”
Handus nodded and walked over to Pancha while Tide followed behind. She liked Handus; he always knew what to say and was incredibly wise, almost as wise as Samuel.
Now that she had been distracted, she could no longer focus on the sundial, so she headed towards her mother.
“Do you know what is taking Odalinde so long?” Pancha asked Handus.
“Well, if I know her, she will be fussing over Ezra and Wacey,” he said with a chuckle.
Tamara sat down beside Pancha; as she did so, Tide looked at her; he gave her a warm smile and said: “hello, Tamara.”
Tide was fourteen years old, fairly tall for his age, and carried himself with a quiet dignity; when she was younger, Tamara had found this annoying, but gradually, over time, she had come to respect it; it also did not hurt that he was easy on the eyes.
She smiled back and replied, “Hello, did you have a good morning?”
The four of them talked for several minutes, discussing mundane matters, when they were called from behind, “Sorry that we’re a little late. Wacey refused to put her dress on.”
The group turned around to see the flustered face of Odalinde. Protruding from the sides of her head were a pair of cement-coloured horns curling around once in a graceful spiral. Her hair was a gentle gold, only slightly curled and tied into a short ponytail, which was unusual for a Boreray.
Covering her chest was a thick blanket of fluffy golden wool that grew in such a way that it almost resembled a swim top. This wool also appeared on her forearms and lower legs, ending in cloven hooves.
Unlike the Lamias and Cicindeli, Boreray did not wear tunics; instead, whether male or female, they wore a skirt that came down to their knees. Today, Odalinde was sporting a white number, and on its hem were two triangles arranged parallel to one another.
Behind her trailed two others, a girl named Wacey and a boy called Ezra. They were twins and Odalinde’s children. They had the same wool as their mother and a pair of tiny horns on their heads. They had started growing when they turned six and, in the past year, had steadily gotten bigger.
They wore matching dresses, a deep shade of amber with a green symbol on their hems. “I don’t want to wear this dress; I want to wear the green one!” Wacey exclaimed, stamping her hooved foot on the floor.
“Well, tough, and don’t you even think about taking it off, or you won’t get any juice!” Odalinde replied sternly. Wacey said no more but had a deep scowl on her face.
“Well, if that’s all sorted, perhaps we can get started?” Pancha said, smiling at Odalinde.
“Yes, well, let’s begin,” Odalinde replied, clearing her throat.
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The birds chirped loudly outside and woke Tamara from her sleep. At first, she tried to ignore them and hugged her goose feather pillow hard, but it was pointless. She opened one of her eyes, and her pupil immediately contracted so much that it became paper thin.
While awake, she was in no position to get up; her body was far too cold. Tamara extended her arms and spread herself out on the bed, slowly absorbing the heat from the sunbeams that poured through her window.
As she lay there, she used this time to think.
“Why was it taking longer?” Tamara mumbled half in her head and half through her lips. When she was young, she was adamant that it took half the time; Tamara would ask her mother when she got up.
Slowly but surely, she absorbed more and more heat so that with each passing minute, she became more alert until, finally, she felt uncomfortable, and her skin flushed. It was time to get up.
Tamara slid out of bed and propped herself up; she swayed from side to side like a sapling in a breeze, her eye half open and made her way to a chest of draws. She pulled off her white nighty, shivered slightly in the chilly air, and then rummaged around for a tunic.
“The green one?” she asked herself; she shook her head, “Not today.” In the end, she settled on a crimson top and crawled into it.
Apart from a few hair accessories, this was it. Apart from Samuel, no one for miles wore more than one article of clothing. Besides the drawers was a small table with a chair arranged on the top were several items, a hairbrush with several bronze hairpins, and a collection of small stones; her favourite was a clear, shiny green one all fat at one end which ended in a sharp point at the other. A stack of papers with several writing supplies was at one end of the table.
There were also several figurines carved from wood. They were all gifts from Samuel, but the one she loved most was a terrible attempt at a Lamia; this was the first present she had received from him.
She picked up her hairbrush; she had no mirror. In fact, Tamara had no idea what a mirror was, but she did not need one and began to brush—every time she woke up, her hair appeared as though she had been struck by lightning.
Tamara ran her fingers through her hair, ensuring that she had removed all knots and that her hair was smooth. The hairbrush was placed back on the table, and a few pins were picked up. She took her hair and carefully wrapped her hair into a bun. When she was done, she gave it a few pats to ensure it was satisfactory.
Leaving the table, Tamara took a few moments to make sure she had not forgotten anything. Her room was pretty sparse, just the bed, the table and cupboard, with a small chest underneath the window; it contained several things she no longer needed but did not have the heart to throw away. Lying by its side was the same leather pouch she had used yesterday, but she would not need it today.
She turned around and left the room, gently closing the door behind her. To her left was another window, and to her right a hallway with one other room beside hers. She listened in as she passed the door but could hear no signs of life.
“Mum must be downstairs,” she thought.
At the end of the hall was a set of stairs; a faint but broad mark was visible leading down to the bottom, made by Tamara’s and her mother’s tails. Tamara added to the stairs wear, and as she reached the bottom, Tamara heard, “Finally up?”
The warm, smiling face of her mother, Pancha, was the source. Pancha was a Lamia with the same golden scales and hair. Her face was similar, except that her eyes were hazel instead of emerald green. Her hair came down to her shoulders with two plaits on one side. She wore a purple tunic with the same diamond pattern on the chest.
They both stood in the kitchen. Pancha was in front of a large metal stove beneath a window. The reason was twofold: firstly, they did not have plumbing or a boiler, so all hot water came from the stove, and secondly, it was warm. Tamara sat at the table in the centre of the room and began drumming her fingers on the wood.
“Would you like a drink?” Pancha asked.
Tamara nodded and replied, “Yeah.”
Pancha returned to the stove and filled a clay cup with hot water.
“What flavour, mint, orange, apple?” Tamara stopped for a few moments as she considered her options.
“Umm, apple, please” she answered.
Her mother carefully placed the cup in front of Tamara; there was a fine haze of steam drifting from the water, and floating inside were several slivers of apple peel. She blew on it and took a small sip; the flavour was subtle, and if she had not seen the peel, she would have thought it was plain water.
Pancha sat down opposite her daughter with a similar cup in her hand, except this one was brewing orange peel. This daily ritual was designed to add the last bit of heat that the sun did not provide, and as far as Tamara knew, every Lamia and Cicindeli in the village did it.
Outside the window, a new sound was overcoming that of the birds; it was the unmistakable sound of chatter of people.
“What do we have to do today?” Tamara asked Pancha. “Well, first, we will meet up with Odalinde and Handus in the market.”
“Why not the town hall?” Tamara interrupted.
“Because it’s too warm today,” she replied, “then we will wander about town and ask if anyone has any problems, and after that, we have the last few hours to ourselves.”
Pancha was the representative of her race just as Odalinde was for the Boreray and Handus was for the Cicindeli. They made most of the executive decisions for the village. The last major one was two years ago when Handus called for everyone not to kill Samuel on sight. Tamara was expected to take over from her mother when she was older, just as Pancha had done for Granddad Eesa.
The last few drops of water were gulped down, and the cups were given a quick wash in the sink. The stove was put out, and a small puff of soot dirtied Tamara’s face; she wiped herself down with a washcloth.
They left the kitchen by another door, which led into another hallway. To the left was the sitting room where Tamara and Pancha would spend their evenings and entertain guests. Straight ahead was one final door; beside it was a coat rack with three hooks; the two closest to the door had thick, heavy coats; the third remained vacant.
As Pancha tried to close the front door behind her, the hinge tended to jam a bit; Tamara walked into the middle of the street. Right in front of her house was the home of Mrs Caltha, Mr Davin and one of Tamara’s best friends, Becanda. The house was two stories tall, made from solid wood, usually oak or mahogany, and covered in a waterproof paste to stop the rot from setting in.
In the distance, Tamara could hear a steadily growing noise; this was the market where people met and conducted their business. Tamara felt a tap on her shoulder; she turned to see her mother smiling at her and holding out her hand. Tamara took it, and the two of them headed toward the crowd.
A few streets later, they entered the market, which was packed with Lamias, Cicindeli, and Boreray. People moved from stall to stall, picking up items they needed and chatting with their friends, which was to say, everyone. They ducked and weaved through the crowd, trying their best to avoid the dozens of people who wanted to spark up conversation.
Ahead was a series of benches arranged in a circle; several people were sitting on them talking, but no sign of Handus or Odalinde.
“Mmm, those lazy snails aren’t here yet,” stated Tamara.
Pancha turned to her daughter and said, “Don’t talk about other people like that; it’s very bad.” After which, she smiled and let out a slight snigger.
Pancha and Tamara sat down on a free bench and took the time to enjoy the peace, if not the quiet. People walking past would stop to say hello, ask how they were doing and now that they knew they weren’t late, they could indulge them. Pancha was busy talking with a turquoise Cicindeli woman called Lupita, so Tamara decided to take a little walk.
“Don’t go far!” Pancha called out.
“Yeah, I know” she replied.
At the centre of the bench circle was a giant sundial. It was scarred, carved from granite, and had been here long before Tamara was born. She ran her fingers over the stone despite the warmth of the sun beating down upon it; it was cold to the touch. It was indeed a magnificent thing, beautiful and providing a valuable service, which was a shame because hardly anyone ever noticed it, let alone used it.
Tamara remembered the story her mother had told her: around seventy years ago, there was a Cicindeli man named Lamuel. According to the tale, he was an inquisitive soul, always asking questions and hardly ever satisfied by the answers he got.
One day, he asked, “Why do we only have names for three times of the day morning, midday and night time?” “What about all the bits in between?”
After which, he divided the day into fourteen bits and built this sundial to display them.
However, despite this monumental effort, the only thing anyone had ever said about it was that it was a pretty statue.
As Tamara remembered the story, she also remembered the moral her mother had taught her, “Don’t put effort into pointless things.”
Tamara felt that the story taught two different lessons: people don’t like change, and they never notice a good thing when they have it.
The shadow cast by the gnomon pointed at the second marking on the stone, but there were no symbols, letters or numbers. Until Samuel showed up, they did not exist.
She did not know how long she had been staring at the shadow when someone behind her said, “Seen anything good?” Tamara turned around to see the smiling face of Handus.
Handus was the representative of the Cicindeli. He was a tall, well-built man with deep crimson hair, and the chitin on his arms and leg was the same. Today, Handus was wearing a deep purple tunic; on the chest were five circles stacked on each other.
Just behind him was another Cicindeli, a young man with the same crimson hair wearing a butter yellow tunic with the same pattern on his chest as Handus; his name was Tide, and he was Handus’s son.
“Good morning, Mr Handus,” Tamara said with a smile. “I was just thinking about Lamuel and why he made this,” she added, pointing to the sundial.
“Yes,” replied Handus; he paused for a moment, deep in thought and then continued, “I never knew Lamuel; he was before my time, and I won’t even pretend to understand him, but if I believe there is anyone in this village that can, it would be you.”
“What do you mean?” Tamara asked, a little confused.
“From the stories I have heard, you and Lamuel are a lot alike. You constantly ask what no one else even thinks of, and you always, always try to find your own answers,” Handus clarified.
Tamara was quiet for a few moments until she had a big, broad smile and said: “thank you, Mr Handus.”
Handus nodded and walked over to Pancha while Tide followed behind. She liked Handus; he always knew what to say and was incredibly wise, almost as wise as Samuel.
Now that she had been distracted, she could no longer focus on the sundial, so she headed towards her mother.
“Do you know what is taking Odalinde so long?” Pancha asked Handus.
“Well, if I know her, she will be fussing over Ezra and Wacey,” he said with a chuckle.
Tamara sat down beside Pancha; as she did so, Tide looked at her; he gave her a warm smile and said: “hello, Tamara.”
Tide was fourteen years old, fairly tall for his age, and carried himself with a quiet dignity; when she was younger, Tamara had found this annoying, but gradually, over time, she had come to respect it; it also did not hurt that he was easy on the eyes.
She smiled back and replied, “Hello, did you have a good morning?”
The four of them talked for several minutes, discussing mundane matters, when they were called from behind, “Sorry that we’re a little late. Wacey refused to put her dress on.”
The group turned around to see the flustered face of Odalinde. Protruding from the sides of her head were a pair of cement-coloured horns curling around once in a graceful spiral. Her hair was a gentle gold, only slightly curled and tied into a short ponytail, which was unusual for a Boreray.
Covering her chest was a thick blanket of fluffy golden wool that grew in such a way that it almost resembled a swim top. This wool also appeared on her forearms and lower legs, ending in cloven hooves.
Unlike the Lamias and Cicindeli, Boreray did not wear tunics; instead, whether male or female, they wore a skirt that came down to their knees. Today, Odalinde was sporting a white number, and on its hem were two triangles arranged parallel to one another.
Behind her trailed two others, a girl named Wacey and a boy called Ezra. They were twins and Odalinde’s children. They had the same wool as their mother and a pair of tiny horns on their heads. They had started growing when they turned six and, in the past year, had steadily gotten bigger.
They wore matching dresses, a deep shade of amber with a green symbol on their hems. “I don’t want to wear this dress; I want to wear the green one!” Wacey exclaimed, stamping her hooved foot on the floor.
“Well, tough, and don’t you even think about taking it off, or you won’t get any juice!” Odalinde replied sternly. Wacey said no more but had a deep scowl on her face.
“Well, if that’s all sorted, perhaps we can get started?” Pancha said, smiling at Odalinde.
“Yes, well, let’s begin,” Odalinde replied, clearing her throat.
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2024.05.29 09:11 Sweet-Count2557 The 25 Best Bar Restaurant in New York City,NY,United States (2023)
 | The 25 Best Bar Restaurant in New York City,NY,United States (2023) submitted by Sweet-Count2557 to worldkidstravel [link] [comments] Discover the top 25 bar restaurants in New York City, NY, United States. From trendy cocktail lounges to cozy neighborhood pubs, explore the best spots for drinks and delicious food in the Big Apple. The Tailor Public House The Tailor Public House is a renowned restaurant located in the heart of midtown Manhattan. As a travel blogger, I am excited to share my experience at this unique establishment. The Tailor Public House is devoted to exploring food and drink culture, offering a wide range of options for every palate. From their Classic Comfort Food to their Craft Beers and Specialty Cocktails, there is something for everyone to enjoy. Whether you are a local or a visitor, this restaurant is conveniently located near Madison Square Garden, making it the perfect spot to grab a bite before or after an event. The Tailor Public House truly lives up to its name, as each dish is made to order, ensuring a memorable dining experience. St Tropez SoHo St Tropez SoHo: A Taste of the French Riviera in the Heart of SohoWelcome to St Tropez SoHo, where our philosophy is simple - enjoy life and treat others as you would want to be treated. Located in the heart of Soho, one of the most welcoming and charming neighborhoods in NYC, our restaurant & wine bar offers a taste of the French Riviera's vibrant lifestyle and culinary traditions.At St Tropez SoHo, we take pride in using local fresh produce sourced by our Executive Chef Gerald Barthelemy to craft a menu that features options for everyone. Whether you're a vegetarian, gluten-free, or simply looking for a delicious meal, we have you covered. Indulge in our cheese & charcuterie boards, refreshing salads, succulent oysters, and of course, our Provencal specialties.To complement your dining experience, owner Yohann Pecheux has carefully selected a wide range of French wines. With over 40 options available by the glass or half bottle, you can savor the flavors of France while enjoying the cozy ambiance of our restaurant.Join us at St Tropez SoHo and let us transport you to the French Riviera with our delectable cuisine and warm hospitality. Book your table today and experience the taste of St Tropez right here in Soho. St Tropez West Village St Tropez West Village: A Taste of the French RivieraLocated in the heart of the West Village, St Tropez offers a vibrant and charming dining experience. As a travel blogger, I can confidently say that this restaurant captures the essence of the French Riviera's lifestyle and culinary traditions. With a philosophy centered around enjoying life and treating others with kindness, St Tropez creates a welcoming atmosphere for all. Executive Chef Gerald Barthelemy sources local fresh produce to craft a menu that caters to everyone's preferences, including vegetarian and gluten-free options. From cheese and charcuterie boards to salads, oysters, and Provencal specialties, there is something for every palate. Owner Yohann Pecheux has curated an extensive list of French wines, with over 40 available by the glass or half bottle. Whether you're a local or a visitor, St Tropez West Village is a must-visit destination for a taste of the French Riviera. 1803 NYC 1803 NYC: Experience the Vibrant Cajun Cuisine in Tribeca NYCWelcome to 1803 NYC, the premier Cajun restaurant located in the heart of Tribeca, NYC. Inspired by the year of the Louisiana Purchase, our restaurant brings the vibrant and flavorful cuisine of New Orleans to Downtown Manhattan. Indulge in a wide range of menu items, including mouthwatering seafood, authentic gumbo, and flavorful jambalaya. But that's not all - our bar offers an extensive selection of cocktails and other alcoholic beverages to complement your dining experience.Step inside and discover Bon Courage, our onsite speakeasy that adds an extra touch of excitement to your visit. Get ready to immerse yourself in the lively atmosphere as you enjoy live jazz music shows and other holiday events, such as Mardi Gras, Halloween, and New Year's Eve celebrations. Whether you're looking to have a fun night out with friends or planning a romantic date night, 1803 NYC is the perfect destination.Join us at 1803 NYC and let us transport you to the vibrant streets of New Orleans right here in Tribeca. Experience the rich flavors, lively atmosphere, and exceptional hospitality that make us the go-to restaurant for Cajun cuisine in NYC. Book your table now and get ready for an unforgettable dining experience. Spyglass Located 22 stories atop Archer Hotel, Spyglass Rooftop Bar is a must-visit destination for any traveler seeking a taste of New York's timeless glamour. With its contemporary interpretation of the classic sophistication and luxury reminiscent of the 1940s and 1950s, Spyglass offers a unique dining experience for both locals and tourists. As a hotspot for the city's most fashionable and talked-about events, Spyglass is the perfect place to see and be seen. But it's not just about the glitz and glamour - Spyglass also provides a comfortable escape for New Yorkers and visitors alike. One of the highlights of Spyglass Rooftop Bar is its breathtaking panoramic views. From the top, guests can enjoy stunning vistas of the city skyline, creating a truly unforgettable experience. In addition to the views, Spyglass also offers a delectable menu of small bites and crafted cocktails. Whether you're in the mood for a light snack or a refreshing drink, the bar has something to satisfy every palate. So, if you're looking for a memorable dining experience in New York, make sure to visit Spyglass Rooftop Bar. With its blend of classic sophistication, breathtaking views, and delicious offerings, it's a restaurant that truly stands out from the crowd. 230 Fifth 230 FIFTH: New York's Premier Rooftop Garden and Penthouse LoungeWelcome to 230 FIFTH, the ultimate destination for breathtaking views and unforgettable dining experiences in the heart of New York City. As a travel blogger, I am thrilled to introduce you to this iconic restaurant that boasts the title of being the largest outdoor Rooftop Garden and Fully enclosed Penthouse Lounge in the city. With one floor fully enclosed and a rooftop garden open to the sky, 230 FIFTH offers the best of both worlds. Whether you're seeking a sunny spot under our large umbrellas or a cozy retreat on colder nights with our partial heating, this restaurant ensures a comfortable and enjoyable dining experience for all. Join us at 230 FIFTH and indulge in the beauty of New York's skyline while savoring delectable cuisine and refreshing beverages. 5 Napkin Burger 5 Napkin Burger is a premium, full-service burger restaurant with a full craft beer & cocktail bar. Located in the heart of the city, it offers a unique dining experience for burger enthusiasts. With its extensive menu featuring a variety of mouthwatering burger options, including vegetarian and gluten-free choices, 5 Napkin Burger caters to all dietary preferences. The restaurant's commitment to using high-quality ingredients ensures that every bite is packed with flavor. Whether you're craving a classic cheeseburger or a specialty burger topped with unique ingredients, 5 Napkin Burger has something for everyone. Don't forget to pair your burger with one of their signature craft beers or handcrafted cocktails for the ultimate dining experience. Connolly's Pub & Restaurant Connolly's Pub & Restaurant is a charming family-owned and operated Irish establishment that promises an authentic dining experience. Located in the heart of , this pub offers a warm and inviting atmosphere that will transport you straight to the Emerald Isle. With a rich history and traditional Irish decor, Connolly's is the perfect spot to enjoy a pint of Guinness and indulge in classic Irish cuisine. From hearty stews to mouthwatering fish and chips, their menu is sure to satisfy any craving. Whether you're looking for a cozy dinner or a lively night out, Connolly's Pub & Restaurant is a must-visit destination for both locals and tourists alike. Connolly's Pub & Restaurant Connolly's Pub & Restaurant is a charming family-owned and operated Irish establishment that promises an authentic dining experience. Located in the heart of , this pub offers a warm and inviting atmosphere that will transport you straight to the Emerald Isle. With a rich history and traditional Irish decor, Connolly's is the perfect spot to enjoy a pint of Guinness and indulge in classic Irish cuisine. From hearty stews to mouthwatering fish and chips, their menu is sure to satisfy any craving. Whether you're looking for a cozy dinner or a lively night out, Connolly's Pub & Restaurant is a must-visit destination for both locals and tourists alike. Connolly's Pub & Restaurant Connolly's Pub & Restaurant is a charming family-owned and operated Irish establishment that promises an authentic dining experience. Located in the heart of , this pub offers a warm and inviting atmosphere that will transport you straight to the Emerald Isle. With a rich history and traditional Irish decor, Connolly's is the perfect spot to enjoy a pint of Guinness and indulge in classic Irish cuisine. From hearty stews to mouthwatering fish and chips, their menu is sure to satisfy any craving. Whether you're looking for a cozy dinner or a lively night out, Connolly's Pub & Restaurant is a must-visit destination for both locals and tourists alike. the Junction Welcome to The Junction, a local bar and restaurant where people from all walks of life come together to enjoy good food, drinks, and each other's company. Located in the heart of our vibrant city, The Junction is a favorite spot for office commuters, residents, restaurant industry professionals, friends, and passersby.At The Junction, we take pride in offering a diverse menu that caters to all tastes and preferences. Whether you're craving a juicy burger, a refreshing salad, or a hearty pasta dish, our talented chefs have got you covered. Our bar is fully stocked with a wide selection of beverages, including craft beers, signature cocktails, and fine wines.What sets The Junction apart is the lively and welcoming atmosphere. It's a place where strangers become friends, and old friends reconnect. Our cozy seating areas and friendly staff create the perfect ambiance for socializing and enjoying memorable moments.Join us at The Junction for a memorable dining experience. Whether you're looking for a quick bite during your lunch break or a relaxed evening with friends, we guarantee you'll leave with a satisfied palate and a smile on your face. Don't miss out on the opportunity to be a part of our vibrant community! Tavern on the Green Tavern on the Green: A Central Park Landmark RestaurantWelcome to Tavern on the Green, a modern tavern located in the heart of Central Park. As a travel blogger, I am excited to share with you the unique experience this iconic restaurant offers. Nestled in a bucolic setting, Tavern on the Green stands out with its rustic menu, crafted from local and seasonal ingredients. Whether you are a local, a first-time visitor, or even a celebrity, this restaurant has been a favorite since 1934. Originally designed by Calvert Vaux in 1870 to house the park's grazing sheep, Tavern on the Green captures the spirit of Central Park and the vibrant energy of New York City. Join us for a warm and celebratory gathering, where you can indulge in delicious food while immersing yourself in the rich history of this landmark establishment. Banc Cafe Banc Cafe: A Unique and Intimate Dining ExperienceWelcome to Banc Cafe, a neighborhood bar restaurant that brings together the charm of a 1920's bank with the elegance of nineteenth century Parisian establishments. As a travel blogger, I am excited to share with you the delightful experience of dining at Banc Cafe.The moment you step inside, you will be captivated by the Terra Cotta textured walls, dimly lit chandeliers, and the inviting ambiance created by the curved banquette seating and copper table tops. The attention to detail in the decor truly sets Banc Cafe apart from other restaurants.But it's not just the ambiance that makes Banc Cafe special. Executive Chef John J. Loughran, formerly of River Cafe in Brooklyn, has crafted a menu that changes seasonally, ensuring that only the best locally sourced ingredients are used. Chef John's philosophy of buying local and being creative shines through in every dish you taste at Banc Cafe.To complement the delectable food, Banc Cafe offers a range of cocktails made with fresh fruit and natural ingredients. We believe that providing tasty food and flavorful drinks, along with honest and friendly service, is the perfect recipe to win someone over.So, whether you're a local looking for a unique dining experience or a traveler seeking a taste of New York's culinary delights, we invite you to visit Banc Cafe. We hope that you will be our next delighted guest. Enjoy! The Standard Grill The Standard Grill is a must-visit restaurant in New York City. As a travel blogger, I highly recommend this neighborhood staple for its unique blend of traditional steakhouse and New American cuisine. The restaurant takes pride in using the freshest local ingredients, which can be seen in their extensive fresh daily raw bar and dry aged steaks. One of their standout dishes is the classic Standard Burger, served with perfectly crispy shoestring fries. The ambiance of The Standard Grill is reminiscent of old New York, with its raucous main dining room featuring a stunning copper penny tile floor, cozy curved booths, and a beautiful barrel vaulted ceiling. For a more casual experience, you can also enjoy the front room and street side bistro, which boasts a bright tiled space, café curtains, and a white oak bar. Don't miss the chance to try their specialty cocktails or indulge in some fresh oysters and charcuterie. The Standard Biergarten The Standard Biergarten is a must-visit restaurant for any traveler in New York City. As a neighborhood staple, this restaurant perfectly combines classic New York vibes with new American cuisine. The front cafe, bar, and street-side bistro offer a clean and bright atmosphere, adorned with white oak and tile decor. Here, you can indulge in fresh oysters, specialty cocktails, and charcuterie. The main dining room, on the other hand, exudes a cozy and old-world charm, featuring red leather banquets, barrel vaulted ceilings, and a floor paved in copper pennies. With Michelin-starred chef Dan Silverman at the helm, you can expect the freshest local ingredients and a blend of traditional steakhouse and new American grill sensibilities. To stay updated on the latest happenings at The Standard Biergarten, make sure to visit The Standard Culture. Roxy Bar A place for cocktail shakers, music makers & bite takers. Now playing: fresh, seasonal American fare paired with hand-crafted cocktails in the place where all the cool kids go in TriBeCa.At Roxy Bar, our stage hosts live entertainment during the evenings and weekend brunch service, featuring a rotating cast of top NYC jazz performers.Were where the downtown denizens duck in for sunset cocktails (with specially priced oysters and drinks to commemorate the big stars descent) as Michael Garin delights on the piano.And for those with the competitive spirit (read: everyone, because this is New York) there is also a pool table and game area.At Roxy Bar, we want guests and locals alike to eat comfortably. That means plush seating in a stylish room, friendly, knowledgeable servers, and a well-balanced menu with a variety of vegetarian, vegan, and gluten-free options. Hell's Kitchen A staple in its' namesake neighborhood for 17 years, Hell's Kitchen is a favorite 'go to' spot for pre & post theatre, meeting up with friends after work, or to celebrate a special occasion! Our new location at 51st & 9th boasts a festive Dia de los Muertos interior and a modern take on Mexico's culinary classics.Try our delectable trio of guacamole, with its' variations in spice and texture, our renowned brussel sprout and mahi-mahi tacos and our exquisite chilaquiles! You will also be over the moon for our sinfully delicious cocktails and specialty margaritas! Crafted with the highest quality tequilas and fresh squeezed lime juice-you'll positively taste the quality and freshness! Benjamin Steakhouse Benjamin Steakhouse: A Haven for Steak-ConnoisseursAfter two decades in the steakhouse industry, Chef Arturo McLeod and Owners Benjamin Prelvukaj and Benjamin Sinanaj decided to venture out on their own and open Benjamin Steakhouse. Located in the heart of Manhattan, this restaurant is a must-visit for serious steak lovers. Benjamin Steakhouse prides itself on offering the finest prime USDA meat, carefully selected and dry-aged to perfection. In addition to their exceptional steaks, the restaurant boasts an extensive selection of wines and vintages for the perfect pairing. Step inside the 5,000 square foot establishment and be greeted by a ten-foot working fireplace, luxurious chocolate brown leather seating, oak wood paneling, a vaulted decorative ceiling, and modern brass amber-toned chandeliers. Experience the epitome of a classic steakhouse ambiance at Benjamin Steakhouse. Benjamin Steakhouse Prime As a travel blogger, I am always on the lookout for unique dining experiences to share with my readers. One restaurant that has caught my attention is Benjamin Steakhouse Prime. This restaurant is part of the Benjamin Restaurant Group, which has already made a name for itself with its critically acclaimed Benjamin Steakhouse and The Sea Fire Grill. With Benjamin Prime, they have combined their expertise in steak and seafood to create a dining experience like no other.What sets Benjamin Steakhouse Prime apart is its focus on grilling. The grill takes center stage here, allowing the chefs to showcase their skills and create mouthwatering dishes. Whether you're a business executive looking for a power lunch spot or a local wanting to indulge in a delicious meal, Benjamin Steakhouse Prime offers the quintessential New York dining experience.Not only is the food at Benjamin Steakhouse Prime top-notch, but the restaurant also attracts its fair share of celebrities. It has become a go-to spot for those looking to enjoy a memorable meal in a stylish setting. So, if you're looking for a restaurant that combines the best of steak and seafood, with a touch of New York glamour, Benjamin Steakhouse Prime is the place to be. Tanner Smith's Tanner Smith's: An Authentic Prohibition Setting for Food and CocktailsWelcome to Tanner Smith's, an American cocktail bar nestled in an authentic prohibition setting. As a travel blogger, I am thrilled to share my experience at this unique restaurant. Tanner Smith's offers not only great food but also a kitchen that stays open late every night, making it a perfect spot for night owls and food enthusiasts alike.The ambiance at Tanner Smith's is truly one-of-a-kind. Step back in time as you enter this establishment, with its vintage decor and speakeasy vibes. The attention to detail in recreating the prohibition era is remarkable, transporting you to a bygone era of secret bars and hidden delights.But it's not just the setting that makes Tanner Smith's special. The food here is equally impressive. From classic American dishes to innovative culinary creations, the menu caters to all taste buds. Whether you're craving a juicy burger, a hearty steak, or a vegetarian delight, Tanner Smith's has something for everyone.And let's not forget about the cocktails! The mixologists at Tanner Smith's are true artists, crafting unique and delicious concoctions that will leave you wanting more. Sip on a classic Old Fashioned or try one of their signature creations you won't be disappointed.So, if you're looking for a memorable dining experience in an authentic prohibition setting, look no further than Tanner Smith's. With its great food, late-night kitchen, and exceptional cocktails, this American cocktail bar is a must-visit for any food and travel enthusiast. Park Avenue Tavern Park Avenue Tavern is a must-visit restaurant for anyone looking to experience the true essence of American-style taverns. Located in the heart of the city, this charming establishment offers a delightful blend of delicious food, warm ambiance, and exceptional service. Whether you're a local or a tourist, Park Avenue Tavern guarantees an unforgettable dining experience. From classic American dishes like juicy burgers and crispy fries to mouthwatering steaks and fresh seafood, their menu caters to all taste buds. The rustic decor and cozy seating make it the perfect spot to unwind after a long day of exploring the city. So, if you're in search of an authentic American tavern experience, head over to Park Avenue Tavern and indulge in a culinary journey like no other. Black Iron Burger At Black Iron Burger, nobody beats our meat. Crafted in-house with amazing flavors, our commitment is to always use the highest quality, fresh ingredients, and source them from diverse cultures around the world. Our American meets Spaniard/Mediterranean-inspired burgers will transform your taste buds, whether you are health-conscious, an instagram-worthy foodie, or a passionate diner. Momosan Ramen & Sake Looking for a culinary adventure? Look no further than Momosan Ramen & Sake, where noodles take center stage. With a menu featuring signature tonkotsu ramen, tokyo chicken ramen, tantan, and tsukemen, this restaurant offers a unique dining experience that showcases the expertise of an Iron Chef. At Momosan, you'll discover the true meaning of quality when it comes to Japanese cuisine.Indulge in a bowl of their famous tonkotsu ramen, made with rich and flavorful pork broth that will leave you craving for more. Or try their tokyo chicken ramen, a lighter yet equally satisfying option. For those seeking a spicy kick, tantan ramen is the perfect choice, with its bold and fiery flavors. And if you're feeling adventurous, don't miss out on the tsukemen, a dipping-style ramen that allows you to savor every bite.What sets Momosan apart is not only the delicious food but also the expertise behind it. Dining here means experiencing the culinary mastery of an Iron Chef. Each dish is carefully crafted with attention to detail, ensuring that every bite is a delight to the senses. From the perfectly cooked noodles to the delectable toppings, you'll taste the difference that comes from dining at a restaurant with such high standards.So, if you're a food lover and a fan of Japanese cuisine, make sure to visit Momosan Ramen & Sake. With its focus on quality and the expertise of an Iron Chef, this restaurant promises an unforgettable dining experience. Don't miss out on the chance to indulge in some of the best ramen in town! Stone Bridge Pizza & Salad At Stone Bridge Pizza & Salad, we pride ourselves on offering farm-to-table artisanal pizzas and salads made with the finest ingredients. Our commitment to using locally grown produce from our very own Stone Bridge Farm in upstate NY ensures that our dishes are not only delicious but also sustainable. We employ the latest sustainable farming techniques, which are not only good for the environment but also good for you. Our menu allows our guests to customize their individual size 10-inch thin crust pizzas, choosing from a wide variety of fresh ingredients. Alternatively, they can opt for one of our signature house pies. In addition to our pizzas, we also offer a selection of fine-dining quality salads, made fresh daily and available from our convenient grab-and-go display. To complement our food, we have a range of hand-crafted fountain sodas from Boylan, as well as all-natural sweet teas and juices. Barawine Barawine is a neighbor restaurant in central Harlem. We are serving a full menu and a 250 wine list selections, 40 by the glass, in a charming decor.At Barawine, we take pride in offering a unique dining experience in the heart of Harlem. Our extensive menu features a wide range of delectable dishes, carefully crafted to satisfy every palate. From savory appetizers to mouthwatering entrees, our culinary team ensures that each dish is prepared with the finest ingredients and utmost attention to detail.But what truly sets Barawine apart is our impressive wine selection. With over 250 wines to choose from, including 40 options available by the glass, wine enthusiasts are in for a treat. Whether you prefer a bold red, a crisp white, or a sparkling champagne, our knowledgeable staff is always on hand to help you find the perfect pairing for your meal.In addition to our delectable food and extensive wine list, Barawine boasts a charming decor that adds to the overall dining experience. Our cozy and inviting atmosphere creates the perfect setting for a romantic date night, a casual get-together with friends, or even a solo dining experience. With its warm lighting, rustic accents, and comfortable seating, Barawine is the ideal spot to unwind and indulge in a memorable culinary journey.So, if you're looking for a restaurant that offers a full menu, an impressive wine selection, and a charming ambiance, look no further than Barawine. Join us in central Harlem and let us take you on a gastronomic adventure that will leave you craving for more. |
2024.05.29 09:11 mxkzim Jordan 4 Off White Sail Review From Lgrose
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2024.05.29 08:37 Expensive-Machine584 parents indignes à votre avis ?
https://www.ouest-france.fsociete/faits-divers/reims-quatre-enfants-de-2-a-6-ans-laisses-seuls-pendant-24-h-dans-un-appartement-ce-que-lon-sait-40ee8c34-1cd5-11ef-9302-e3fef0044a0c?utm_source=mailjet_of_newsletter-matinale-perso&mgo_eu=4680365&mgo_l=TG-vSmjSTtmhWpb0FM8SPQ.36.8&utm_content=20240529&mgo_h=9t&utm_campaign=neolane_of_newsletter-matinale-perso&utm_medium=email&utm_term=844000&vid=4680365&mediego_euid=4680365
comment laisse t on des enfants avec de tels parents négligents. ils ne méritent pas leurs enfants.
Et on va nous dire quoi ? " famille en difficulté, des malades mentaux, sous l'emprise de la drogue ou de l'alcool, ça "excuse" n"est ce pas ? ce n'était pas intentionnel comme pour Palmade ?
Je suis en boule quand je lis ça . Pas vous ?
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comment laisse t on des enfants avec de tels parents négligents. ils ne méritent pas leurs enfants.
Et on va nous dire quoi ? " famille en difficulté, des malades mentaux, sous l'emprise de la drogue ou de l'alcool, ça "excuse" n"est ce pas ? ce n'était pas intentionnel comme pour Palmade ?
Je suis en boule quand je lis ça . Pas vous ?
2024.05.29 08:23 DrewDAMNIT I ate some oysters and some stone crab during my visit to Ft. Myers, FL
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2024.05.29 08:10 newmusicrls VA - Remixs [RAM01] RAM01
https://minimalfreaks.co/2024/05/va-remixs-ram01-ram01/
GENRE Minimal / Deep Tech, Deep House
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GENRE Minimal / Deep Tech, Deep House
- Pynewood – StoryTelling (Dan Goul Remix) 07:44 124bpm 3A
- Rowan, Bessone, Arthus – Meet Lux (Direkt Remix) 08:30 126bpm 8B
- Rowan, Bessone, Arthus – Meet Lux (Ki.Mi. Remix) 06:30 128bpm 8B
- De Yan – Tengo (Ki.Mi. Remix) 06:42 124bpm 12B
- Masupilami – Nodder (Matpri Remix) 07:05 127bpm 8A
- Zoux – Sheila (Ki.Mi. Remix) 06:39 125bpm 4A
- MJOG – Syncing In The End (Ki.Mi. Remix) 06:08 125bpm 5A
- Masupilami – Processing (Miguel Seabra Remix) 07:22 127bpm 4A
- Pasha Philin – Together (Etzu Mahkayah Remix) 06:40 126bpm 4A
- Louis White – Tentree (Costin Rp Remix) 08:15 126bpm 5B
2024.05.29 08:04 Slske Stormy De Niro...
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2024.05.29 08:00 AAcheckmate2 Trade republic
Est-il possible d´ouvrir un compte trade républic en tant que résident fiscal français?
J´avais l´impression que la banque était ouverte aux étrangers mais je lis sur leur site qu´il faut une residance fiscale en Allemagne ( sur une autre page il précise qu´il n´applique pas de prélévement á la source pour les français).
https://traderepublic.com/en-de
Il n´y a bien aucun risque á placer 50 000 dans cette banque pour les intéret journaliers?
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J´avais l´impression que la banque était ouverte aux étrangers mais je lis sur leur site qu´il faut une residance fiscale en Allemagne ( sur une autre page il précise qu´il n´applique pas de prélévement á la source pour les français).
https://traderepublic.com/en-de
Il n´y a bien aucun risque á placer 50 000 dans cette banque pour les intéret journaliers?
2024.05.29 07:46 skullbrothegoat Kobo Libra Colour 32gb (White)
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2024.05.29 06:47 featherwinglove Tightniks Run Two: ...where the concept of *furnaces doesn't exist...
[Let me know if a chapter a week is okay; I'm thinking it might be a bit too often. Run Zero: https://redd.it/1csb71x Run One: https://redd.it/1cwxbsg]
The mining foreman refused to go to sleep, and watched intently as Tightniks finally reached over and set it home with one hand. Its last nervous little sigh was the only thing he remembered-
The ship is without power, and Tightniks can't run the radar much without draining the batteries...
32s: First trap.
He built it big this time, and there are six trimps in there. They look familiar somehow, the light one with dark hair and an unusually short and broad tail compared to the rest, a big-eared green one, a grey one, a yellow one, and a red one with big paws and "XIII" on its rump, and a brown one with pink ears that takes the lead and cheers, "Kakka!" Once he lets them out, they all follow him intently around like just-hatched birds do their mother. He shows them the busted off cockpit and forward cabin of the ship he just crashed and they get inside and start da- ...nope, sticking with "dancing". He busies himself looking for the survival pad.
Until he hears the squeak of a baby trimp. They're feeding it- ...rocks. Carefully selected, aluminate rocks. What the heck are they doing? Whatever, I've got to get some conventional food for- What's that? He's got the survival pad already, but this was outside the ship, it must have materialized when he descended through that glowing grey mist getting out. He gets it flipped over and turned on.
"Manual portal activation 2 successful:" it displays, "rare shield equipped 54%Stg 14%Atk MT 0 Nu loaded / 399 He loaded / Metal challenge active / Total portal activation 956"
Metal challenge? The human selects it.
"You have the Metal challenge active. Tweak the portal to bring you to an alternate reality, where the concept of Miners does not exist, to force yourself to become frugal with equipment crafting strategies. If you complete The Dimension Of Anger without disabling the challenge, miners will re-unlock."
He's so confused, What the Loy is a Dimension of Anger? I think I have a headache from this high gravity. Sits down for a moment.
Notices that one of the trimps is sleeping in a small deep hole just at the edge of the garden, apparently to have a nap in standing upright.
I don't believe you, "portal". I'm training that one first chance I get!
56s: Pop full.
There are ten of them already?? I'm still working this derpy little potato patch to get enough food to bulk up just ONE of the- He looks at the portal pad and blurts out loud, "Fifty-six SECONDS??" He postulates that he's in a time-dilated environment, and that the portal is measuring time somewhere "out there", this "map frame" environment. It's like those Star Trek episodes he can't remember "Wink of an Eye" and "Blink of an Eye" that he can't quite remember. [One of them is Star Trek TOS, and one of them is Star Trek: Voyager and I forget which one came from where.]
1m57s: Arable in Z1c13.
The human walks along and one of the trimps viciously fights the various hostiles that try to come at him, staying ahead. Just behind, he finds that hole-digger busted into a cave big enough for 9 of them, and they start raising babies to fill it up.
3m37s: Miners in Z1c30.
It's broken! he notices of the data card he just picked up. It's one of the ones that flew out of the ship when he undogged the ship's side hatch, but it didn't survive. What was on it? He's got a vague memory of a big tanuki-tailed trimp, much bigger than the- Wait! This memory is of hole-digger all grown up. So this is- he looks at the smashed data card in his hand, ...this is the Miners card. At least there's some lying about so we're not totally deprived of metal.
That's odd. I'm sure I spent longer training this little guy than "one second map frame." The human looks at the black trimp with the grey head fur and silvery eyes, "So, can you say something yet?"
"Shijou." [Takane and Takanya are not black, it is their favorite clothing color.]
"Okay, can you say something else?"
9m12s: Zone 1, 40 pop, 3.5s RC with Z0/1, 13m19s turkimp. 12m55s: First scientist.
"Tai," his first scientist waves at him.
"Hmm," the human tries to think of a better test, "What color is the sky?"
"Shijou." The exasperated human is about to sigh in despair when he notices a card in its hands, with one word on it, "Blue."
"What?" he takes it, "You can't speak but you can write, huh?"
"Shijou," it twirls its paw off the end of the card in his hand. The human turns it over, and in small writing, it has "Technically, the sky isn't blue, it's a foible of Rayleigh scattering in an oxygen/nitrogen atmosphere. And you have 'TIGHTNIKS' embroidered on the left side of your uniform."
A look of astonishment sweeps over the human. I never taught it about Rayleigh scattering. Apparently, the scientist training has unlocked its brain to access the collected knowledge of a previous life! Then he looks at his uniform and groans, spanking his eyebrows in realization. The trimp had apparently noticed him wandering around the camp wracking his brain and talking to himself trying to remember his own name, and it's right there the whole time! He spanks his eyebrows again.
The very well fed grey-headed trimp starts doing experiments, leaving him to take the turkimp back to his farmers. Too bad it's only a quarter as fast at it as he is.
32m25s: Zone 3, 79 pop, 4.5s RC with Z1/2; c16, 79 pop, 6.8s RC with Z2/3.
"Nano! Nano, nano, nano." The D&B (that's dodge and block) foreman has an impressive yellow mane, light face, green body, and brown hind limbs, and moves like a blur when it decides to. When asleep, it's as unarousable as an exhumed fossil, except with the food article Yellow the scientist calls an "owny geary". [Puchim@s Afuu]
Helping it out is a brown-maned white trenching expert Tightniks finds oddly familiar. It has no problem mining, but couldn't start a fire if its life depended on it, so smelting is out of the question.
I guess that's how the Metal challenge really works. Too bad I suck at it. Tightniks is spending all his smelting time smacking out nails and joist hangers for the houses, and has nothing left for fighting gear.
1h53m25s: Zone 9, 306 pop, 7.9s RC with Z8/15, no turkimp.
The white trimp with the brown head fur- ...whichever one it is because it, or one that looks just like it, sometimes (apparently) burns itself up or blows itself up trying to build a metallurgical furnace. This one is digging a hole right now, into the concrete of some ruined building's foundation. It hits some strapping and rebar, makes a happy sound, follows it along and gets it sorta clear of the concrete bonded to it, and rips it out of the ground to throw on the metal pile. It now seems content to do that instead of trying to smelt ores.
"Red?" Tightniks glances at one of his scientists, "Do you think we could take it to- What's that place you said you visited five hundred years after some misty fight or-"
"Cloudy strife," it says, "Yeah, Midgimp is like that, we could probably map a route through there. Lots of metal. Especially the part that had an avalanche happen and fell down. Broke all that stuff out of the ground already." [Final Fantasy VII and Advent Children cinematic and Sector 7 collapse.]
"Okay," Tightniks says, "Let's do that."
5h32m02s: Zone 21, 2042 pop, 14.9s RC with Z20/232, no turkimp.
"Ooooookay," Tightniks growls, "There is something off about this thing."
"Shijou?" the grey one looks at the yellow one with concern about their human starship pilot friend.
The human stoops, picks up the little green gem on the ridge between Zone 20 and 21, looks at it, huffs, and asks, "Any idea where this comes from?"
"Err..." the red one seems hesitant to say, "I think you made it."
"Really?" the human huffs, "How could that be?" Then he tosses it at Red, "See if anything reacts to it. It might be radioactive, so we should take turns to minimize exposure."
"Really?" Red's holding it now, "What makes you say that?"
"Because I'm pissed off for no reason I can figure out," the human says, "I think it's coming from-" he gasps, "Waitamint!" He starts searching for the portal pad.
"Frags," the red one says quickly, "I think it's arranging a route. You're good with maps," it tosses the gem to the grey scientist.
The human has his portal pad up and reads aloud, "You have the Metal challenge active. Tweak the portal to- yada yada yada. Tiss tiss t- complete The Dimension Of Anger without disabling- miners will re-unlock."
\BOOM\** They turn to see (another of) the white brown-haired trimp'/s' attempts at a metallurgical furnace explode, and it seems both very frustrated and has really hurt its toe.
He snaps his fingers, "That's gotta be it. Although, does it mean 'miners' or 'furnaces'?" He re-reads the portal pad while the scientists shrug.
"Shijou," the grey one has just finished tracing the route map the gem was showing.
"Are we going any faster than on previous cycles, you think?" he asks Red.
"What's a cycle?" Red asks.
"We're stuck in time loop, you realize?" the human says.
"Well," the yellow one jumps off a little rock spire it was using to see farther ahead, directly into a seated position on the ground with an impressive thump the human can both hear with his ears and feel through the ground of the more-than-Earth gravity planet, "that explains a few things." The little scientist trimp seems quite morose at the news.
"This thing says the fastest we've ever got this 'anger' map done is ten hours, thirty-five, but the clock right now is at five hours, thirty-four." Tightniks tilts his head, frowns one eyebrow, and taps, "Getting it done faster increases attack damage somehow, and oh-"
"What now?" the yellow one asks, still seated beside the spire.
"It says we already got a 2.5%-er for having a million traps," the human says, "I don't remember doing that. Maybe..." he sighs, "Maybe that's a good thing, 'cus I'd probably go insane building them all. Still though, it says we're going faster, but it doesn't feel like it."
"How'd you know how it feels," Red asks, "if you don't remember it?"
"'Day jaw voo' I think is the term," the human says, "or something. The sense that all this has happened before, but I'm not quite remembering and there's no physical evidence of it."
"Shijooooooooooo..." the grey one moans, waving a card at him. On it:
"In order, but we don't know if that means chronological order or frequency/proportion of memories:
"- The ship crashes (pretty sure that happens every time) "- The human builds huts "- The human teaches some trimps to speak and do science "- The human builds houses "- The human makes maps "- The human builds mansions "- The human blows up and gets himself killed somewhere around Z17 to Z21, often on a dragimp "- The human only recently/occasionally builds hotels "- The human only recently/rarely tamed a dragimp "- The human only recently/rarely mapped the Dimension of Anger"
Tightniks sits down and offers it back.
"Tai," it flatly refuses to take it back, paws up and eyes closed.
"It's kind of a relief," Tightniks rubs his temples, then looks at it again, "knowing it ain't just me."
6h17m43s: Portal PB, 1% AP for sub-8h, 45 He, 7.149 He/hr, 2209 pop, 13.6s RC.
The last head of the map's boss monster goes limp as one of the fighting trimps' dagger points goes into it, and the huge thing settles on its tail, resting on the package that seems to be the prize of this map. And there's a popping sound, and then something mechanical.
Is that a scroll compressor? Tightniks looks at the package. The deflating monster's lifting envelope material drapes over everything underneath it. "Yellow, Shijou!" he snaps and points, "roll up that side of it. Keep this part from sucking down on the extractor nozzle!"
All ten of the scientists jump in, literally, pushing the gas in the bag towards the compressor. Tightniks as well, rolling up the front.
Until he kicks, and nearly trips over, a smaller package that might be the explanation for the reason why the center of the monster's defense seemed to be a little away from the big package he could see. It's in the right place, he realizes. He gets it uncovered and reads stenciled-and-sprayed block letters on it:
"DT TIME PORTAL / THIS SIDE DOWN"
Perhaps the Dimension of Anger is so named because of the rage suddenly rising up in Tightniks' throat. It isn't so much as the free-floating aggression suddenly has an answer, there is definitely a fresh batch of rage and anger as he grips the nearest Dagger V, Mark 2 with both hands-
Refocusing on surviving the next few seconds, the pilot turns on the radar for the final approach and takes a last look around, then straight ahead at his forward camera and primary flight display...
He crouches, sets the dagger down gently, then starts clearing the debris from the box's grab iron. He tries to lift it- Damn, this is heavy! As he gets it turned over, gravity finishes the job, and it shakes the ground with an impressive thud as it falls right side up.
"DT TIME PORTAL / THIS SIDE UP" There's a square cutout in the middle of one side of it, with a sliding cover at the bottom of it.
"Get the pad!" he screams, seeing that his scientists are almost done rolling up the megablimp.
The grey one already has the survival data pad and offers it to him.
"The big one," Tightniks clarifies, "The big one." he picks up wide flat rainbow cable and its edge socket in one hand, "It goes here," he points at it with the other. "It must have come with me-" He had taken the small survival data pad and notices something, "Oh?" He starts looking around, "Hey!"
The white trimp with the brown hair is napping in a hole next to the smouldering remains of its latest attempt at a smelting furnace.
"Hey, mining buddy!" he whistles at it, "Mining buddy!"
It wakes with a start and rushes over, but doesn't seem to be in a good mood. But as soon as Tightnik shows it the survival pad, with all of the mining data installed just as if all those broken data cards and scorched scrolls were intact when he found them, fireworks goes off in the little trimp's eyes and it rushes off with the pad. Within minutes, the first furnace that works is chugging away at some ore and it returns to give the survival data pad back to Tightniks.
7h24m49s: Fresh turkimp; 7h25m30s: Labor reallocated.
The big-eared green lumber foreman's mood fell much further than the mining foreman's mood was before Tightniks packed up the turkimp roaster and moved just about everyone over to the smeltery.
The brown-haired, big-tailed white mining foreman was surprised at the change, and very happy. It had climbed up onto the helium compressor cart to check something on the pad a couple cells into the zone.
"Are you upset with me?" the red one asks the human.
"No, not at all," Tightniks says, "Are you getting the feeling that we had an upset at this point last cycle?"
"How would you know it was only the last?" Yellow asks, "Your memory's no better than ours."
"Right," the human sews another patch into his uniform, "However, I've only actually hit the switch on the portal twice, the first one on a challenge called Discipline, and the second on a challenge called Metal, which we just finished. It's easy to sort out from the statistics. I'm nervous it'll get harder to sort out when we're up to, oh," done fixing his uniform, he pops a bit of turkimp into his mouth and chews a couple times, "a few dozen or hundred manual cycles."
"Friggin' solve this faster than that, please," Red grumbles, "I know the emergency counter got to nearly a thousand, but..." he kinda trails off. Finally, he says, "I think we're remembering more cycle to cycle as we get more helium into it. I mean, I'm glad that isn't the only mechanic."
"Can't miss the supernova if it is," the human ponders.
"What?" Yellow chuckles.
"I'm remembering something from before all this, I think it was called a video game, where you'd go forward real-world in the simulation of a time loop, and your real-life head remembering what you did on previous cycles was the only mechanic," the human takes another bite, then dons his uniform shirt while chewing it. After his head pops out of the not-so-crisp-and-fresh uniform neck hole, buttons still done up, he finishes, "one of them had a supernova." [That would be Outer Wilds among the bunch of games with this mechanic, er, Minnit (I know it's spelled differently than "minute"), 12 Minutes, The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask, and- ...I'm sure there are more.]
11h19m28s: Starting void 1 (L30).
With the thermal gloves on, Tightniks gets the void map into the portal device slot. It dematerializes and his fingers close where it used to be in his hands, then he yelps, stands up and starts dancing, "Oh crap, it's cold!" He quickly starts looking for stuff to bundle up. Once not too uncomfortable, he notices something, "You're having trouble, too?"
"No," Yellow and Red look at each other, "Well, not with the cold; this route has a poisonous atmosphere, slows down our young assimilating aluminum at the proper rate."
"Manning the traps will work at full speed, right?" Tightniks says.
"Should if your fingers can handle it," Red confirms.
11h33m57s: Void 1c100.
"You are one ugly muthaf[garble]!" he says when he sees the void boss, "Stay here, I'll be back." Runs some traps, grabs a couple helmets for the fresh volunteers, "Put these on."
"Shijou?" the grey one looks at the red one, really rather perplexed.
"I agree, that's not his usual accent," Red tilts his head, "Tightniks, what has gotten in to you?"
"Stop cheering me up," the human grumbles, "You think this is the real Quaid?"
"I think the cold is affecting him more than he realizes," Yellow offers.
"Phased plasma rifle in the forty watt range," but what the dizzy pilot actually throws at the zone boss is a Mace V-4, "and then I was thinking of breaking your neck."
[Felt like some- "Arnie? Well, the union is pulling out all the big guns today, huh?" (Tom Hanks as Sully) ...no, brain, Arnold Schwarzenegger, not Arnie Gentile (it was really funny to background Sully and listen to that line instead of "That's definitely you" in Terminator 2 while he's posing with the Minigun.) Arnie lines from Predator, Terminator 2, True Lies, Total Recall and The Terminator.]
"Tweak the portal," reads Tightniks from the portal controller aloud, but quietly, "to bring you to an alternate reality, where Trimps are bigger and stronger, to force yourself to figure out a way to build larger housing. Your Trimps will gather 50% more resources, but your housing will fit 50% fewer Trimps. If you complete The Dimension of Anger without disabling the challenge, your stats will return to normal."
"You will also open a new memory coolant unit," Yellow reads, "You think that'll cause a housing bonus?"
"Shijou," the grey one hands him a card saying "We have enough for another gateway."
"Oh, good," Tightniks hands it back after signing it, "Yes, build it."
"We're doing that next?" Yellow asks.
Tightniks sees the little fellow sitting on top of a mound that the human thought was a bowel movement pile from Draglimp, but it must be something more geological if trimps can climb it, let alone want to. "Yeah, I guess," the human answers, "It kinda scares me, I mean I'm going back, but what happens to you guys?"
"We have too much day javo or whatever you called it," Red says. He's usually on all fours, shakes his left hind leg as though something got stuck to his foot, "This isn't incrementing, I'm sure. 13 is less than 956."
"According to this, you'll be twice as big," Tightniks sets down the portal controller pad and stands up from the cart, "It's hard to imagine, especially for Shijou and Diggy. We'll clear thirty-six, that's it."
14h04m37s: Z33c95, IC.
"Are you sure we can make Zone 37 start?" the red one asks.
The yellow one is standing on Red's shoulders.
"It said we did last time," Tightniks taps on the crude leather bag strapped to his back, the portal pad inside it, "though maybe..." he tilts his head, rolls whatever he was sucking on in his mouth for a moment, "it just happened while I was building those traps. No, I'm sticking with that plan."
"If it's going to take that long," Red grinds its jaws sideways for a moment and lets its eyelids get lazy, frustration clear in its tone, "why do it again?"
"Because I've got a bad feeling about this 'Size' thing," Tightniks says, "it drops our resourcing by 75% assuming we build the same amount of housing as before, which we won't because of the reduced resourcing. We needed 65 capacity in the cabin and huts before we could do run the gypsum/paper wall machine we found. I have a funny feeling that never changes."
"We don't need 65 trimps to run it," Yellow says, "just three."
"Yeah," Tightniks says, "but a particular three that know what they're doing, and my day javoo is telling me the last of those is always the sixty-fifth."
"Shijou," the grey one moans from the other side of Tightniks. Didn't have a note this time, just kicking a little rock along as it walks.
"It thinks you're right," the red one growls forlornly, "Hating to say it, but I do too."
14h16m06s: Skel in c1, 50 bones purchased whipimp.
There's a thump at the cart, and then some commotion around it that's noticable enough for Tightniks to come over and take a look. The bone box is empty, all forty-nine titanium bones in it are gone. Tightiks brings his right hand up in front of him, and it's just a balled fist, the bone he was holding a moment ago is gone. As he starts looking for where he must have dropped it, he realizes maybe it's all related. Looking in the bottom of the empty bone box, he finds a note.
"I got you the whipimp. This new Bad Guy will begin spawning in your next zone at an average of 3 spawns per 100 enemies. I hope it helps, but I can't tell yet."
The note is in Tightniks' own handwriting, although lazy but with more consistent kerning. Is this from an older version of myself? Friggin' time travel.
14h18m48s: This L34 moun 160/27/79 calls itself "Magical Mountain" - I can't remember whether the Disney trademark is that or "Magic Mountain" ...I've seen a "Black Mesa" before, that's a Half-Life thing, and somebody on Reddit made pretend that "Dank Hill" was a King of the Hill thing (which is actually *Hank Hill, I think - it's hard to remember, it wasn't very good and I haven't watched it since the 1990s.)
19h32m00s: Doom/AT, 12816 pop, 80N, 37.7s RC with Z34/5298.
"Okay, we got that friggin' thing chocked," Yellow wipes its brow and almost bonks itself with the Mace VI-2 that it's holding, puts it down and makes sure the wedges are secure.
Grey, Red, and Green are packing more stuff around the huge boulder that chased them down a tunnel to make sure it doesn't do that again.
"Getting any day javoo?" Tightniks pants, hands on his knees, but apparently uninjured, or nearly so.
"Not at all," Yellow vehemently responds, slashing the air with its paw, "You?"
"Oh," Tightniks gets his breathing under control, "I think it was a human movie."
"Like a video on that pad?" it gestures at the human's pocket with the small one.
"No, a bigger screen," the human says.
"Fifty-five inches?" the trimp scientist chuckles.
"More like fifty-five feet," the human rubs the sweat out of his eyes, "Lots of people watching. It was called a sin."
"Ah," the trimp ponders, "Like a crime, vice, psychopathy or bad habit?"
"Er..." the human taps his forehead trying to remember, "Sorry, a cinema."
[The whole thing is obviously an homage to something I remember only slightly better than Tightniks, I think it was Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. As I'm posting this, I sadly realize that Nick Rekieta's arrest was between when I wrote this and now.]
19h58m55s: Zone 37, 473 He, 23.67 He/hr, 13088 pop, 81N, 32.1s RC with Z34/5298, 2806 pop short, no turkimp.
The ship is without power, and Tightniks can't run the radar much without draining the batteries...
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The mining foreman refused to go to sleep, and watched intently as Tightniks finally reached over and set it home with one hand. Its last nervous little sigh was the only thing he remembered-
The ship is without power, and Tightniks can't run the radar much without draining the batteries...
32s: First trap.
He built it big this time, and there are six trimps in there. They look familiar somehow, the light one with dark hair and an unusually short and broad tail compared to the rest, a big-eared green one, a grey one, a yellow one, and a red one with big paws and "XIII" on its rump, and a brown one with pink ears that takes the lead and cheers, "Kakka!" Once he lets them out, they all follow him intently around like just-hatched birds do their mother. He shows them the busted off cockpit and forward cabin of the ship he just crashed and they get inside and start da- ...nope, sticking with "dancing". He busies himself looking for the survival pad.
Until he hears the squeak of a baby trimp. They're feeding it- ...rocks. Carefully selected, aluminate rocks. What the heck are they doing? Whatever, I've got to get some conventional food for- What's that? He's got the survival pad already, but this was outside the ship, it must have materialized when he descended through that glowing grey mist getting out. He gets it flipped over and turned on.
"Manual portal activation 2 successful:" it displays, "rare shield equipped 54%Stg 14%Atk MT 0 Nu loaded / 399 He loaded / Metal challenge active / Total portal activation 956"
Metal challenge? The human selects it.
"You have the Metal challenge active. Tweak the portal to bring you to an alternate reality, where the concept of Miners does not exist, to force yourself to become frugal with equipment crafting strategies. If you complete The Dimension Of Anger without disabling the challenge, miners will re-unlock."
He's so confused, What the Loy is a Dimension of Anger? I think I have a headache from this high gravity. Sits down for a moment.
Notices that one of the trimps is sleeping in a small deep hole just at the edge of the garden, apparently to have a nap in standing upright.
I don't believe you, "portal". I'm training that one first chance I get!
56s: Pop full.
There are ten of them already?? I'm still working this derpy little potato patch to get enough food to bulk up just ONE of the- He looks at the portal pad and blurts out loud, "Fifty-six SECONDS??" He postulates that he's in a time-dilated environment, and that the portal is measuring time somewhere "out there", this "map frame" environment. It's like those Star Trek episodes he can't remember "Wink of an Eye" and "Blink of an Eye" that he can't quite remember. [One of them is Star Trek TOS, and one of them is Star Trek: Voyager and I forget which one came from where.]
1m57s: Arable in Z1c13.
The human walks along and one of the trimps viciously fights the various hostiles that try to come at him, staying ahead. Just behind, he finds that hole-digger busted into a cave big enough for 9 of them, and they start raising babies to fill it up.
3m37s: Miners in Z1c30.
It's broken! he notices of the data card he just picked up. It's one of the ones that flew out of the ship when he undogged the ship's side hatch, but it didn't survive. What was on it? He's got a vague memory of a big tanuki-tailed trimp, much bigger than the- Wait! This memory is of hole-digger all grown up. So this is- he looks at the smashed data card in his hand, ...this is the Miners card. At least there's some lying about so we're not totally deprived of metal.
That's odd. I'm sure I spent longer training this little guy than "one second map frame." The human looks at the black trimp with the grey head fur and silvery eyes, "So, can you say something yet?"
"Shijou." [Takane and Takanya are not black, it is their favorite clothing color.]
"Okay, can you say something else?"
9m12s: Zone 1, 40 pop, 3.5s RC with Z0/1, 13m19s turkimp. 12m55s: First scientist.
"Tai," his first scientist waves at him.
"Hmm," the human tries to think of a better test, "What color is the sky?"
"Shijou." The exasperated human is about to sigh in despair when he notices a card in its hands, with one word on it, "Blue."
"What?" he takes it, "You can't speak but you can write, huh?"
"Shijou," it twirls its paw off the end of the card in his hand. The human turns it over, and in small writing, it has "Technically, the sky isn't blue, it's a foible of Rayleigh scattering in an oxygen/nitrogen atmosphere. And you have 'TIGHTNIKS' embroidered on the left side of your uniform."
A look of astonishment sweeps over the human. I never taught it about Rayleigh scattering. Apparently, the scientist training has unlocked its brain to access the collected knowledge of a previous life! Then he looks at his uniform and groans, spanking his eyebrows in realization. The trimp had apparently noticed him wandering around the camp wracking his brain and talking to himself trying to remember his own name, and it's right there the whole time! He spanks his eyebrows again.
The very well fed grey-headed trimp starts doing experiments, leaving him to take the turkimp back to his farmers. Too bad it's only a quarter as fast at it as he is.
32m25s: Zone 3, 79 pop, 4.5s RC with Z1/2; c16, 79 pop, 6.8s RC with Z2/3.
"Nano! Nano, nano, nano." The D&B (that's dodge and block) foreman has an impressive yellow mane, light face, green body, and brown hind limbs, and moves like a blur when it decides to. When asleep, it's as unarousable as an exhumed fossil, except with the food article Yellow the scientist calls an "owny geary". [Puchim@s Afuu]
Helping it out is a brown-maned white trenching expert Tightniks finds oddly familiar. It has no problem mining, but couldn't start a fire if its life depended on it, so smelting is out of the question.
I guess that's how the Metal challenge really works. Too bad I suck at it. Tightniks is spending all his smelting time smacking out nails and joist hangers for the houses, and has nothing left for fighting gear.
1h53m25s: Zone 9, 306 pop, 7.9s RC with Z8/15, no turkimp.
The white trimp with the brown head fur- ...whichever one it is because it, or one that looks just like it, sometimes (apparently) burns itself up or blows itself up trying to build a metallurgical furnace. This one is digging a hole right now, into the concrete of some ruined building's foundation. It hits some strapping and rebar, makes a happy sound, follows it along and gets it sorta clear of the concrete bonded to it, and rips it out of the ground to throw on the metal pile. It now seems content to do that instead of trying to smelt ores.
"Red?" Tightniks glances at one of his scientists, "Do you think we could take it to- What's that place you said you visited five hundred years after some misty fight or-"
"Cloudy strife," it says, "Yeah, Midgimp is like that, we could probably map a route through there. Lots of metal. Especially the part that had an avalanche happen and fell down. Broke all that stuff out of the ground already." [Final Fantasy VII and Advent Children cinematic and Sector 7 collapse.]
"Okay," Tightniks says, "Let's do that."
5h32m02s: Zone 21, 2042 pop, 14.9s RC with Z20/232, no turkimp.
"Ooooookay," Tightniks growls, "There is something off about this thing."
"Shijou?" the grey one looks at the yellow one with concern about their human starship pilot friend.
The human stoops, picks up the little green gem on the ridge between Zone 20 and 21, looks at it, huffs, and asks, "Any idea where this comes from?"
"Err..." the red one seems hesitant to say, "I think you made it."
"Really?" the human huffs, "How could that be?" Then he tosses it at Red, "See if anything reacts to it. It might be radioactive, so we should take turns to minimize exposure."
"Really?" Red's holding it now, "What makes you say that?"
"Because I'm pissed off for no reason I can figure out," the human says, "I think it's coming from-" he gasps, "Waitamint!" He starts searching for the portal pad.
"Frags," the red one says quickly, "I think it's arranging a route. You're good with maps," it tosses the gem to the grey scientist.
The human has his portal pad up and reads aloud, "You have the Metal challenge active. Tweak the portal to- yada yada yada. Tiss tiss t- complete The Dimension Of Anger without disabling- miners will re-unlock."
\BOOM\** They turn to see (another of) the white brown-haired trimp'/s' attempts at a metallurgical furnace explode, and it seems both very frustrated and has really hurt its toe.
He snaps his fingers, "That's gotta be it. Although, does it mean 'miners' or 'furnaces'?" He re-reads the portal pad while the scientists shrug.
"Shijou," the grey one has just finished tracing the route map the gem was showing.
"Are we going any faster than on previous cycles, you think?" he asks Red.
"What's a cycle?" Red asks.
"We're stuck in time loop, you realize?" the human says.
"Well," the yellow one jumps off a little rock spire it was using to see farther ahead, directly into a seated position on the ground with an impressive thump the human can both hear with his ears and feel through the ground of the more-than-Earth gravity planet, "that explains a few things." The little scientist trimp seems quite morose at the news.
"This thing says the fastest we've ever got this 'anger' map done is ten hours, thirty-five, but the clock right now is at five hours, thirty-four." Tightniks tilts his head, frowns one eyebrow, and taps, "Getting it done faster increases attack damage somehow, and oh-"
"What now?" the yellow one asks, still seated beside the spire.
"It says we already got a 2.5%-er for having a million traps," the human says, "I don't remember doing that. Maybe..." he sighs, "Maybe that's a good thing, 'cus I'd probably go insane building them all. Still though, it says we're going faster, but it doesn't feel like it."
"How'd you know how it feels," Red asks, "if you don't remember it?"
"'Day jaw voo' I think is the term," the human says, "or something. The sense that all this has happened before, but I'm not quite remembering and there's no physical evidence of it."
"Shijooooooooooo..." the grey one moans, waving a card at him. On it:
"In order, but we don't know if that means chronological order or frequency/proportion of memories:
"- The ship crashes (pretty sure that happens every time) "- The human builds huts "- The human teaches some trimps to speak and do science "- The human builds houses "- The human makes maps "- The human builds mansions "- The human blows up and gets himself killed somewhere around Z17 to Z21, often on a dragimp "- The human only recently/occasionally builds hotels "- The human only recently/rarely tamed a dragimp "- The human only recently/rarely mapped the Dimension of Anger"
Tightniks sits down and offers it back.
"Tai," it flatly refuses to take it back, paws up and eyes closed.
"It's kind of a relief," Tightniks rubs his temples, then looks at it again, "knowing it ain't just me."
6h17m43s: Portal PB, 1% AP for sub-8h, 45 He, 7.149 He/hr, 2209 pop, 13.6s RC.
The last head of the map's boss monster goes limp as one of the fighting trimps' dagger points goes into it, and the huge thing settles on its tail, resting on the package that seems to be the prize of this map. And there's a popping sound, and then something mechanical.
Is that a scroll compressor? Tightniks looks at the package. The deflating monster's lifting envelope material drapes over everything underneath it. "Yellow, Shijou!" he snaps and points, "roll up that side of it. Keep this part from sucking down on the extractor nozzle!"
All ten of the scientists jump in, literally, pushing the gas in the bag towards the compressor. Tightniks as well, rolling up the front.
Until he kicks, and nearly trips over, a smaller package that might be the explanation for the reason why the center of the monster's defense seemed to be a little away from the big package he could see. It's in the right place, he realizes. He gets it uncovered and reads stenciled-and-sprayed block letters on it:
"DT TIME PORTAL / THIS SIDE DOWN"
Perhaps the Dimension of Anger is so named because of the rage suddenly rising up in Tightniks' throat. It isn't so much as the free-floating aggression suddenly has an answer, there is definitely a fresh batch of rage and anger as he grips the nearest Dagger V, Mark 2 with both hands-
Refocusing on surviving the next few seconds, the pilot turns on the radar for the final approach and takes a last look around, then straight ahead at his forward camera and primary flight display...
He crouches, sets the dagger down gently, then starts clearing the debris from the box's grab iron. He tries to lift it- Damn, this is heavy! As he gets it turned over, gravity finishes the job, and it shakes the ground with an impressive thud as it falls right side up.
"DT TIME PORTAL / THIS SIDE UP" There's a square cutout in the middle of one side of it, with a sliding cover at the bottom of it.
"Get the pad!" he screams, seeing that his scientists are almost done rolling up the megablimp.
The grey one already has the survival data pad and offers it to him.
"The big one," Tightniks clarifies, "The big one." he picks up wide flat rainbow cable and its edge socket in one hand, "It goes here," he points at it with the other. "It must have come with me-" He had taken the small survival data pad and notices something, "Oh?" He starts looking around, "Hey!"
The white trimp with the brown hair is napping in a hole next to the smouldering remains of its latest attempt at a smelting furnace.
"Hey, mining buddy!" he whistles at it, "Mining buddy!"
It wakes with a start and rushes over, but doesn't seem to be in a good mood. But as soon as Tightnik shows it the survival pad, with all of the mining data installed just as if all those broken data cards and scorched scrolls were intact when he found them, fireworks goes off in the little trimp's eyes and it rushes off with the pad. Within minutes, the first furnace that works is chugging away at some ore and it returns to give the survival data pad back to Tightniks.
7h24m49s: Fresh turkimp; 7h25m30s: Labor reallocated.
The big-eared green lumber foreman's mood fell much further than the mining foreman's mood was before Tightniks packed up the turkimp roaster and moved just about everyone over to the smeltery.
The brown-haired, big-tailed white mining foreman was surprised at the change, and very happy. It had climbed up onto the helium compressor cart to check something on the pad a couple cells into the zone.
"Are you upset with me?" the red one asks the human.
"No, not at all," Tightniks says, "Are you getting the feeling that we had an upset at this point last cycle?"
"How would you know it was only the last?" Yellow asks, "Your memory's no better than ours."
"Right," the human sews another patch into his uniform, "However, I've only actually hit the switch on the portal twice, the first one on a challenge called Discipline, and the second on a challenge called Metal, which we just finished. It's easy to sort out from the statistics. I'm nervous it'll get harder to sort out when we're up to, oh," done fixing his uniform, he pops a bit of turkimp into his mouth and chews a couple times, "a few dozen or hundred manual cycles."
"Friggin' solve this faster than that, please," Red grumbles, "I know the emergency counter got to nearly a thousand, but..." he kinda trails off. Finally, he says, "I think we're remembering more cycle to cycle as we get more helium into it. I mean, I'm glad that isn't the only mechanic."
"Can't miss the supernova if it is," the human ponders.
"What?" Yellow chuckles.
"I'm remembering something from before all this, I think it was called a video game, where you'd go forward real-world in the simulation of a time loop, and your real-life head remembering what you did on previous cycles was the only mechanic," the human takes another bite, then dons his uniform shirt while chewing it. After his head pops out of the not-so-crisp-and-fresh uniform neck hole, buttons still done up, he finishes, "one of them had a supernova." [That would be Outer Wilds among the bunch of games with this mechanic, er, Minnit (I know it's spelled differently than "minute"), 12 Minutes, The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask, and- ...I'm sure there are more.]
11h19m28s: Starting void 1 (L30).
With the thermal gloves on, Tightniks gets the void map into the portal device slot. It dematerializes and his fingers close where it used to be in his hands, then he yelps, stands up and starts dancing, "Oh crap, it's cold!" He quickly starts looking for stuff to bundle up. Once not too uncomfortable, he notices something, "You're having trouble, too?"
"No," Yellow and Red look at each other, "Well, not with the cold; this route has a poisonous atmosphere, slows down our young assimilating aluminum at the proper rate."
"Manning the traps will work at full speed, right?" Tightniks says.
"Should if your fingers can handle it," Red confirms.
11h33m57s: Void 1c100.
"You are one ugly muthaf[garble]!" he says when he sees the void boss, "Stay here, I'll be back." Runs some traps, grabs a couple helmets for the fresh volunteers, "Put these on."
"Shijou?" the grey one looks at the red one, really rather perplexed.
"I agree, that's not his usual accent," Red tilts his head, "Tightniks, what has gotten in to you?"
"Stop cheering me up," the human grumbles, "You think this is the real Quaid?"
"I think the cold is affecting him more than he realizes," Yellow offers.
"Phased plasma rifle in the forty watt range," but what the dizzy pilot actually throws at the zone boss is a Mace V-4, "and then I was thinking of breaking your neck."
[Felt like some- "Arnie? Well, the union is pulling out all the big guns today, huh?" (Tom Hanks as Sully) ...no, brain, Arnold Schwarzenegger, not Arnie Gentile (it was really funny to background Sully and listen to that line instead of "That's definitely you" in Terminator 2 while he's posing with the Minigun.) Arnie lines from Predator, Terminator 2, True Lies, Total Recall and The Terminator.]
"Tweak the portal," reads Tightniks from the portal controller aloud, but quietly, "to bring you to an alternate reality, where Trimps are bigger and stronger, to force yourself to figure out a way to build larger housing. Your Trimps will gather 50% more resources, but your housing will fit 50% fewer Trimps. If you complete The Dimension of Anger without disabling the challenge, your stats will return to normal."
"You will also open a new memory coolant unit," Yellow reads, "You think that'll cause a housing bonus?"
"Shijou," the grey one hands him a card saying "We have enough for another gateway."
"Oh, good," Tightniks hands it back after signing it, "Yes, build it."
"We're doing that next?" Yellow asks.
Tightniks sees the little fellow sitting on top of a mound that the human thought was a bowel movement pile from Draglimp, but it must be something more geological if trimps can climb it, let alone want to. "Yeah, I guess," the human answers, "It kinda scares me, I mean I'm going back, but what happens to you guys?"
"We have too much day javo or whatever you called it," Red says. He's usually on all fours, shakes his left hind leg as though something got stuck to his foot, "This isn't incrementing, I'm sure. 13 is less than 956."
"According to this, you'll be twice as big," Tightniks sets down the portal controller pad and stands up from the cart, "It's hard to imagine, especially for Shijou and Diggy. We'll clear thirty-six, that's it."
14h04m37s: Z33c95, IC.
"Are you sure we can make Zone 37 start?" the red one asks.
The yellow one is standing on Red's shoulders.
"It said we did last time," Tightniks taps on the crude leather bag strapped to his back, the portal pad inside it, "though maybe..." he tilts his head, rolls whatever he was sucking on in his mouth for a moment, "it just happened while I was building those traps. No, I'm sticking with that plan."
"If it's going to take that long," Red grinds its jaws sideways for a moment and lets its eyelids get lazy, frustration clear in its tone, "why do it again?"
"Because I've got a bad feeling about this 'Size' thing," Tightniks says, "it drops our resourcing by 75% assuming we build the same amount of housing as before, which we won't because of the reduced resourcing. We needed 65 capacity in the cabin and huts before we could do run the gypsum/paper wall machine we found. I have a funny feeling that never changes."
"We don't need 65 trimps to run it," Yellow says, "just three."
"Yeah," Tightniks says, "but a particular three that know what they're doing, and my day javoo is telling me the last of those is always the sixty-fifth."
"Shijou," the grey one moans from the other side of Tightniks. Didn't have a note this time, just kicking a little rock along as it walks.
"It thinks you're right," the red one growls forlornly, "Hating to say it, but I do too."
14h16m06s: Skel in c1, 50 bones purchased whipimp.
There's a thump at the cart, and then some commotion around it that's noticable enough for Tightniks to come over and take a look. The bone box is empty, all forty-nine titanium bones in it are gone. Tightiks brings his right hand up in front of him, and it's just a balled fist, the bone he was holding a moment ago is gone. As he starts looking for where he must have dropped it, he realizes maybe it's all related. Looking in the bottom of the empty bone box, he finds a note.
"I got you the whipimp. This new Bad Guy will begin spawning in your next zone at an average of 3 spawns per 100 enemies. I hope it helps, but I can't tell yet."
The note is in Tightniks' own handwriting, although lazy but with more consistent kerning. Is this from an older version of myself? Friggin' time travel.
14h18m48s: This L34 moun 160/27/79 calls itself "Magical Mountain" - I can't remember whether the Disney trademark is that or "Magic Mountain" ...I've seen a "Black Mesa" before, that's a Half-Life thing, and somebody on Reddit made pretend that "Dank Hill" was a King of the Hill thing (which is actually *Hank Hill, I think - it's hard to remember, it wasn't very good and I haven't watched it since the 1990s.)
19h32m00s: Doom/AT, 12816 pop, 80N, 37.7s RC with Z34/5298.
"Okay, we got that friggin' thing chocked," Yellow wipes its brow and almost bonks itself with the Mace VI-2 that it's holding, puts it down and makes sure the wedges are secure.
Grey, Red, and Green are packing more stuff around the huge boulder that chased them down a tunnel to make sure it doesn't do that again.
"Getting any day javoo?" Tightniks pants, hands on his knees, but apparently uninjured, or nearly so.
"Not at all," Yellow vehemently responds, slashing the air with its paw, "You?"
"Oh," Tightniks gets his breathing under control, "I think it was a human movie."
"Like a video on that pad?" it gestures at the human's pocket with the small one.
"No, a bigger screen," the human says.
"Fifty-five inches?" the trimp scientist chuckles.
"More like fifty-five feet," the human rubs the sweat out of his eyes, "Lots of people watching. It was called a sin."
"Ah," the trimp ponders, "Like a crime, vice, psychopathy or bad habit?"
"Er..." the human taps his forehead trying to remember, "Sorry, a cinema."
[The whole thing is obviously an homage to something I remember only slightly better than Tightniks, I think it was Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. As I'm posting this, I sadly realize that Nick Rekieta's arrest was between when I wrote this and now.]
19h58m55s: Zone 37, 473 He, 23.67 He/hr, 13088 pop, 81N, 32.1s RC with Z34/5298, 2806 pop short, no turkimp.
The ship is without power, and Tightniks can't run the radar much without draining the batteries...
2024.05.29 06:24 Fast_Wash_4963 Help!!!
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2024.05.29 06:20 chisoxbot POST GAME THREAD: Blue Jays 7 @ White Sox 2 - Tue May 28 @ 6:40 PM
Line Score - Game Over
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | R | H | E | LOB | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| TOR | 0 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 3 | 0 | 7 | 13 | 0 | 14 |
| CWS | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 2 | 8 | 1 | 6 |
Box Score
| CWS | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | SO | BA | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| CF | Pham | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .294 |
| 2B | Lopez, N | 3 | 0 | 2 | 1 | 0 | 1 | .243 |
| 2B | Remillard | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .276 |
| DH | Sheets | 2 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | .245 |
| DH | Mendick | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .214 |
| 1B | Vaughn | 4 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | .197 |
| LF | Benintendi | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .189 |
| C | Lee, K | 4 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .274 |
| SS | DeJong | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .226 |
| RF | Julks | 4 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .310 |
| 3B | Ramos | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .209 |
| CWS | IP | H | R | ER | BB | SO | P-S | ERA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Woodford | 4.1 | 5 | 3 | 3 | 2 | 4 | 86-56 | 6.23 |
| Anderson, J | 0.2 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 15-9 | 3.38 |
| Banks | 1.0 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 1 | 26-12 | 4.88 |
| Leasure | 1.0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 3 | 1 | 27-12 | 2.78 |
| Hill, T | 1.0 | 6 | 3 | 3 | 0 | 1 | 29-20 | 4.05 |
| Brebbia | 1.0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 12-6 | 6.38 |
| TOR | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | SO | BA | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 2B | Schneider | 4 | 1 | 3 | 3 | 1 | 1 | .255 |
| C | Jansen, D | 6 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .299 |
| 1B | Guerrero Jr. | 5 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 1 | .295 |
| SS | Bichette | 5 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | .246 |
| DH | Turner, J | 4 | 0 | 1 | 2 | 1 | 1 | .220 |
| LF | Varsho | 5 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 2 | .211 |
| RF | Springer | 2 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 3 | 0 | .204 |
| 3B | Kiner-Falefa | 4 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | .269 |
| CF | Kiermaier | 4 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | .216 |
| TOR | IP | H | R | ER | BB | SO | P-S | ERA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Gausman | 6.0 | 4 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 3 | 87-55 | 4.14 |
| Green | 1.0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 12-5 | 2.08 |
| Cabrera, G | 1.0 | 3 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 17-13 | 4.79 |
| Mayza | 1.0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 7-6 | 5.94 |
Scoring Plays
Highlights
Decisions
| Winning Pitcher | Losing Pitcher | Save |
|---|---|---|
| Gausman (4-3, 4.14 ERA) | Woodford (0-1, 6.23 ERA) |
2024.05.29 06:19 BlueJaysBaseball Postgame Thread: May 28 - Toronto Blue Jays @ Chicago White Sox
Line Score - Game Over
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | R | H | E | LOB | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| TOR | 0 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 3 | 0 | 7 | 13 | 0 | 14 |
| CWS | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 2 | 8 | 1 | 6 |
Box Score
| CWS | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | SO | BA | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| CF | Pham | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .294 |
| 2B | Lopez, N | 3 | 0 | 2 | 1 | 0 | 1 | .243 |
| 2B | Remillard | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .276 |
| DH | Sheets | 2 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | .245 |
| DH | Mendick | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .214 |
| 1B | Vaughn | 4 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | .197 |
| LF | Benintendi | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .189 |
| C | Lee, K | 4 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .274 |
| SS | DeJong | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .226 |
| RF | Julks | 4 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .310 |
| 3B | Ramos | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .209 |
| CWS | IP | H | R | ER | BB | SO | P-S | ERA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Woodford | 4.1 | 5 | 3 | 3 | 2 | 4 | 86-56 | 6.23 |
| Anderson, J | 0.2 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 15-9 | 3.38 |
| Banks | 1.0 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 1 | 26-12 | 4.88 |
| Leasure | 1.0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 3 | 1 | 27-12 | 2.78 |
| Hill, T | 1.0 | 6 | 3 | 3 | 0 | 1 | 29-20 | 4.05 |
| Brebbia | 1.0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 12-6 | 6.38 |
| TOR | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | SO | BA | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 2B | Schneider | 4 | 1 | 3 | 3 | 1 | 1 | .255 |
| C | Jansen, D | 6 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .299 |
| 1B | Guerrero Jr. | 5 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 1 | .295 |
| SS | Bichette | 5 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | .246 |
| DH | Turner, J | 4 | 0 | 1 | 2 | 1 | 1 | .220 |
| LF | Varsho | 5 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 2 | .211 |
| RF | Springer | 2 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 3 | 0 | .204 |
| 3B | Kiner-Falefa | 4 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | .269 |
| CF | Kiermaier | 4 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | .216 |
| TOR | IP | H | R | ER | BB | SO | P-S | ERA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Gausman | 6.0 | 4 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 3 | 87-55 | 4.14 |
| Green | 1.0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 12-5 | 2.08 |
| Cabrera, G | 1.0 | 3 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 17-13 | 4.79 |
| Mayza | 1.0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 7-6 | 5.94 |
Scoring Plays
Highlights
Decisions
| Winning Pitcher | Losing Pitcher | Save |
|---|---|---|
| Gausman (4-3, 4.14 ERA) | Woodford (0-1, 6.23 ERA) |
2024.05.29 05:40 St_Augustine_Discord Live Music and Events Wednesday May 29th
Live Music
- Jim Lamb, Mill Top Tavern, 12:00 pm – 4:00 pm
- Smokin' Joe Schauer, Tradewinds Lounge, 1:00 pm – 4:00 pm
- Chase Fouraker, Pierre's Pub, 1:00 pm – 5:00 pm
- Reggie Starrett, Mill Top Tavern, 4:30 pm – 8:30 pm
- David Watt Besley, Hurricane Grill & Wings, 5:00 pm – 8:00 pm
- Vinny Jacobs, Guy Harvey Resort, 5:00 pm – 8:00 pm
- Gary Douglas Campbell, O.C. White's Seafood, 5:30 pm – 8:30 pm
- Josh Ford, DJ's Clam Shack, 6:00 pm – 10:00 pm
- Jolie, Cortesse's Bistro, 6:00 pm – 9:00 pm
- Vegas Gray, Pierre's Pub, 6:00 pm – 10:00 pm
- Lonesome Bert's Thick and Thin String Band, Old Coast Ales, 6:00 pm – 9:00 pm
- Grapes of Roth, Music and Art by the Sea 2024, 7:00 pm – 9:00 pm
Wednesday Pier Farmers Market
- The Wednesday Pier Farmers Market at the St. Johns County Pier offers fresh fruit, vegetables, bread, and local arts and crafts every week**.** With a number of different vendors, visitors can find a variety of unique, quality goods. Each item is handcrafted by these dedicated artists, and the food is locally grown and handpicked.
- This beachside farmers market makes for a great outing on Wednesday mornings. Visitors can browse the huge selection of locally grown goods and then afterward take a stroll along scenic St. Augustine Beach. Farmers markets boost the local economy by giving local merchants an outlet to sell their wares. They also benefit the community by offering fresh, local, seasonal foods.
- Admission: FREE
- When: 8:00 a.m. - 12:00 p.m. every Wednesday
- Where: St. Johns County Pier Park is located at the St. Johns County Ocean Pier at 350 A1A Beach Blvd in St. Augustine Beach, Florida 32080
Improv Night at Colonial Oak Music Park
- Trained comedy professionals dive headfirst into any challenge the audience throws at them in this unscripted, interactive comedy experience held each Wednesday at Colonial Oak Music Park in Historic Downtown.
- Suitable for the whole family, the show is always clean and never mean. Staged by First Coast Comedy, Improv Night features comedians trained by actor and comedian, Alex Grindeland, and veteran improv comedian, David Bogan.
- Admission: There is no set price, and ticket donations of $10.00 to $25.00 are appreciated. Tickets can be purchased in advance, or on the day of the show, for this general admission seating event.
- When: 7:30 to 9:00 p.m. Wednesdays through 2024
- Where: The Colonial Oak Music Park is located at 21 St. George St. in Historic Downtown.
Trivia Night 2 locations
- BACK 40 A1A - SAINT AUGUSTINE BEACH, FL 6101 A1A S Unit 111, St. Augustine, FL 32080 (904) 429-9906 Trivia EVERY Wednesday @ 6:30 PM! Hosted by: Ryan
- or
- TACO LIBRE - SAINT AUGUSTINE, FL 2600 N Ponce De Leon Blvd, St. Augustine, FL 32086 (904) 679-5279 Trivia EVERY Wednesday @ 7 PM! Hosted by: Mike
Written out urls here tinyurl.com/yjkw32kd
For future events please visit the Discord.
https://discord.gg/NG4eZSWAgR2024.05.29 05:40 St_Augustine_Discord Live Music and Events Wednesday May 29th
Live Music
- Jim Lamb, Mill Top Tavern, 12:00 pm – 4:00 pm
- Smokin' Joe Schauer, Tradewinds Lounge, 1:00 pm – 4:00 pm
- Chase Fouraker, Pierre's Pub, 1:00 pm – 5:00 pm
- Reggie Starrett, Mill Top Tavern, 4:30 pm – 8:30 pm
- David Watt Besley, Hurricane Grill & Wings, 5:00 pm – 8:00 pm
- Vinny Jacobs, Guy Harvey Resort, 5:00 pm – 8:00 pm
- Gary Douglas Campbell, O.C. White's Seafood, 5:30 pm – 8:30 pm
- Josh Ford, DJ's Clam Shack, 6:00 pm – 10:00 pm
- Jolie, Cortesse's Bistro, 6:00 pm – 9:00 pm
- Vegas Gray, Pierre's Pub, 6:00 pm – 10:00 pm
- Lonesome Bert's Thick and Thin String Band, Old Coast Ales, 6:00 pm – 9:00 pm
- Grapes of Roth, Music and Art by the Sea 2024, 7:00 pm – 9:00 pm
Wednesday Pier Farmers Market
- The Wednesday Pier Farmers Market at the St. Johns County Pier offers fresh fruit, vegetables, bread, and local arts and crafts every week**.** With a number of different vendors, visitors can find a variety of unique, quality goods. Each item is handcrafted by these dedicated artists, and the food is locally grown and handpicked.
- This beachside farmers market makes for a great outing on Wednesday mornings. Visitors can browse the huge selection of locally grown goods and then afterward take a stroll along scenic St. Augustine Beach. Farmers markets boost the local economy by giving local merchants an outlet to sell their wares. They also benefit the community by offering fresh, local, seasonal foods.
- Admission: FREE
- When: 8:00 a.m. - 12:00 p.m. every Wednesday
- Where: St. Johns County Pier Park is located at the St. Johns County Ocean Pier at 350 A1A Beach Blvd in St. Augustine Beach, Florida 32080
Improv Night at Colonial Oak Music Park
- Trained comedy professionals dive headfirst into any challenge the audience throws at them in this unscripted, interactive comedy experience held each Wednesday at Colonial Oak Music Park in Historic Downtown.
- Suitable for the whole family, the show is always clean and never mean. Staged by First Coast Comedy, Improv Night features comedians trained by actor and comedian, Alex Grindeland, and veteran improv comedian, David Bogan.
- Admission: There is no set price, and ticket donations of $10.00 to $25.00 are appreciated. Tickets can be purchased in advance, or on the day of the show, for this general admission seating event.
- When: 7:30 to 9:00 p.m. Wednesdays through 2024
- Where: The Colonial Oak Music Park is located at 21 St. George St. in Historic Downtown.
Trivia Night 2 locations
- BACK 40 A1A - SAINT AUGUSTINE BEACH, FL 6101 A1A S Unit 111, St. Augustine, FL 32080 (904) 429-9906 Trivia EVERY Wednesday @ 6:30 PM! Hosted by: Ryan
- or
- TACO LIBRE - SAINT AUGUSTINE, FL 2600 N Ponce De Leon Blvd, St. Augustine, FL 32086 (904) 679-5279 Trivia EVERY Wednesday @ 7 PM! Hosted by: Mike
Written out urls here tinyurl.com/yjkw32kd
For future events please visit the Discord.
https://discord.gg/NG4eZSWAgR2024.05.29 05:36 Citron92 You look up into the night, sky, some flashes of light appear and turn into worlds above
The first flash of white light shows an LA skyline on an orb with two chevy impalas driving around it , you are telepathically informed
"Los Santos, recommended level 23"
The second flash of light next to it appears to show a giant red bedroom with Madotsuki in bed all on one orb world. You are telepathically informed
"Madotsuki's mind, recommended level 25"
The third flash of light happens next to the second one, showing a cartoonist cul-de-sac of houses with a big jawbreaker orbiting around the orb. You are telepathically informed
"Peach Creek Cul-de-sac, recommended level 27"
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"Los Santos, recommended level 23"
The second flash of light next to it appears to show a giant red bedroom with Madotsuki in bed all on one orb world. You are telepathically informed
"Madotsuki's mind, recommended level 25"
The third flash of light happens next to the second one, showing a cartoonist cul-de-sac of houses with a big jawbreaker orbiting around the orb. You are telepathically informed
"Peach Creek Cul-de-sac, recommended level 27"
2024.05.29 05:29 GomeztheMagnificent Gentleman Society or The One EDP?
 | Love them both and can’t decide which to buy. What’s your take? submitted by GomeztheMagnificent to Colognes [link] [comments] |