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1. ⁠Dealer name: TheOneWatches
2. ⁠Factory name: VSF
3. ⁠Model name (& version number): Rolex – Submariner 126610LN
4. ⁠Price Paid: $501 (includes -5% Revolut discount, originally $528) + $30 express shipping
5. ⁠Album Links: https://imgur.com/a/slESEMh
6. ⁠Index alignment: Perfect
7. ⁠Dial Printing: No floating characters, everything’s aligned
8. ⁠Date Wheel alignment/printing: centred and no font issues
9. ⁠Hand Alignment: No issues
10. ⁠Bezel: Pip is centred, engravings are good
11. ⁠Solid End Links (SELs): This is the only issue I can find with the watch; the bottom right shows a large-ish gap which, even without zooming in, can be seen
12. ⁠Timegrapher numbers: Video shows 3 s/d, 251 amplitude. Looks within spec
13. ⁠Anything else you notice: No

As mentioned, only the gap between the bracelet and the bottom right case lug seems to be an issue. I’m not sure if I would be too harsh to RL based on that?

Or, to put it more specifically, is the presence rippling in the sky throughout Authority and Acceptance actually the biologist?
I think we glimpse this presence for the first time in Authority, ignored in the background of Lowry's expedition footage. But we clearly see it in Acceptance:
Across the deepening blue, high up, something drifted that resembled ripped and tattered streamers. Long and wide and alien. Its progress so far up, so far away … Control thought of an invisible shredded plastic bag, eviscerated to elongate and drift through the sky … except it was thicker than that and part of the sky, too. The texture of it, the way it existed and didn’t exist, made him recoil, made his hand twitch, become numb, skin cold, remembering a wall that was not a wall. A wall that had been breathing under his touch.
[...]
Stitching through the sky, in a terrifying way—rippling, diving, rising again, and there came a terrible whispering that pierced not his ears but all of him, as if small particles of something physical had shot through him. He cursed, frozen there, watching, afraid. “The wavery lines that are there and not there.” A line from Whitby’s report he hadn’t shared because he hadn’t understood it. Images from the video of the first expedition coming back to him.
And then, when we finally encounter what the biologist has become, I initially thought this was the same creature, even though the latter isn't described in the sky. For comparison:
The sonorous sound now rising. The distant sense of weight and movement and bulk and substance and intent, and something in Ghost Bird’s mind linked to it, and no way to undo that.
[...]
Ghost Bird saw it from the landing window. How the biologist coalesced out of the night, her body flickering and stitching its way into existence, in the midst of a shimmering wave that imposed itself on the reality of forested hillside. The vast bulk seething down the hill through the forest with a crack and splinter as trees fell to that gliding yet ponderous and muffled darkness, reduced to kindling by the muscle behind the emerald luminescence that glinted through the black. The smell that presaged the biologist: thick brine and oil and some sharp, crushed herb. The sound that it made: as if the wind and sea had been smashed together and in the aftershock there reverberated that same sonorous moan.
I think it's the particular descriptor "stitching" that makes me think that, plus the fact that the first paragraph ("the distant sense of weight and movement . . .") that introduces the biologist reads like something coming back.
So: are these three all the same creature, with the biologist, now freed from the chains of location and time, manifesting in an earlier time to haunt Lowry?

Surreal that yesterday, there was a you and me, Two people who made each other a safe place amongst the rubble, We laughed on the way there, holding hands, letting our threads loop around each other, tangling it further, Together, in a mess we made and it was a sight to behold. Now, there are just two ghosts at the opposite ends of a burning bridge, Holding a thread that connects us together, You, holding a scissor, snipping, cutting the fragile thread, You, letting it go, letting it burn, Me, holding it, hoping, haunted by memories, Me, heart crying, letting it soak the wood underneath But the fire continues to lick my feet, charring them, While you run away, with puddles of water protecting your footprints on the way out. My stubborn heart, still holding the goddamn thread, hoping that you would stitch yours back to me, Time heals all wounds, they said. But why ours is still bleeding, sure it would leave a scar. Where do we go from here? Goodbyes and laments, should I prepare the eulogy? Will I see you at the funeral, wearing black? Our broken dreams and promises surrounding us, translucent, Forever, the word lost in the wind. Me, walking up to you, gathering up the courage to say something to make you feel for the last time, So, I can finally ask you, Can we talk, at least in the meantime?

Bugged me for two reasons.
Embroidery and needlework wasn't just something fun young women did. In regency era, it was an absolute necessity to have some level of sewing skills. Even if you couldn't do the fanciest stuff, if you were female, you were mending, stitching and crating from the age of 6 onwarxs, unless you were the very highest level of class (and even then, you'd not mend clothes maybe, but you'd still know stitching). It was as important a skill for a woman to have then as--well, navigating s grocery store efficiently is the the best analogy I can come up with. Only our very highest classes don't know how to do that, but even they know what the inside of a grocery store looks like and have some ideas of what to do while there.
So Eloise being snubby over stitch work annoyed me, because a girl raised under the firm and thoughtful hand of a Violet Bridgerton would not only know how to embroider, she'd likely have some work of her own at home, even if it wasn't very good work.
So that's the other bit. Anyone in this era talking about embroidery isn't going to rattle off a list of stitches. Most every single person in that group could do a chain-stirch in their sleep, Eloise included. Anyway. It's fine, it was meant for humor, but it annoyed me a bit.

My son (20) was picking up his friend. The friend was visiting their family friend (who is a stranger to my son). The friend “stays” at the family friend’s house occasionally.
The house where my son went to pick up his friend is in a low income area - and the residents there are renters. My son was motioned inside by a man in the front yard/porch so proceeded to knock on the door and the door was answered by a young child (7).
My son goes inside to meet his friend and on the way to find the friend, someone’s pit bull approaches my son. My son greets the dog and extends his hand for sniff/pet but the dog lunges and bites him in the face. Son’s lip got ripped and lacerated. Spent the day getting stitched up by plastic surgeon. He’s on the mend but will have some scaring likely. Not to mention missed work and trauma.
Renters are scared and don’t seem to want to cooperate. My guess is because people that aren’t on the lease are staying there and the dog may not even be approved by landlord. And they may not have renters insurance. His friend his on the middle. The living situation seems kind of shady to the point of someone could get evicted if investigation starts up.
I think son is entitled to pursue damages - but he’s scared it will ruin his friend’s family and relationships between him and friend and friend and the family. So as a result he is eeluctant to pursue legally. I think when the bills start showing up he may feel differently. But for now he’s reluctant to pursue legal action against poor people of color as a white person (with a little means).
Worth pursuing?

PT 1 PT 2
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[Sounds of panic, running can be heard, soldiers moving around in a battle]
Prince: Don't look back okay? Keep running! We need to make it to the river, there's supposed to be one just through these trees!
Listener: ....
Prince: I don't know what it is, I never saw it, and I said don't look back!
Listener: ....
Prince: There's nothing we can do for them! This is their job, focus on what's in front of you or you'll die too!
[The listener trips and falls. The Prince notices after a second, and hesitates]
Prince: Shit...-
[Prince goes back and pulls the listener up]
Prince: On your feet damn it! The river is just up ahead! Can you swim?
Listener: ....
Prince: Well then I hope you're a fast learner.
[Heavy beast footsteps approaching, something is charging them]
Prince: Shit shit shit- why the hell is it following us?! Damn... it's fast! There's the river, jump, now!
[Listener jumps in]
Prince: Like fuck am I dying to you, ugly.
[Prince jumps in, and the audio fades out]
[Sounds of being underwater, muffled speech as the audio fades back in]
Prince: Hey, Silverspoon! Where the hell are you! [Prince tries not to inhale any water as they're both carried down the river, gasping for air] God damn it, I can't see anything!
[Audio fades out again, then back in]
Prince: Ugh! [Gasping] If you can hear me, try to protect your head and keep it above water! Don't fight the current!
[Audio fades out, fades back in with forest sounds and a river, as they both wash up on the river bank]
Prince: [Coughing] I... don't hear anything... I have no idea how far the river brought us, but I think it's far enough that we're safe. Are you still alive over there, Silverspoon?
Listener: ....
Prince: Alright, well stop laying in the mud then. We need to get moving. We need to find shelter, and figure out what we're doing. There’s no way of knowing exactly where we are… but the river should have carried us to the west… ughh, damn it! What the hell even was that thing?!
Listener: ….
Prince: Huh- uh, what? What’s wrong with my… oh.
Listener: ….
Prince: No, it doesn’t normally bend like that, you’re right. For once. I guess it must have happened in the river? A broken arm is going to be a little… annoying.
Listener: ….
Prince: Like I told you before, I feel nothing. It just means this arm likely isn’t going to do me much good for anything out here. I’m just glad it’s not your arm, if I had to deal with you whimpering and complaining about a sore arm, your company would be twice as insufferable as it already is.
Listener: ….
Prince: Excuse me? “Let me see your arm” oh like hell! You’d do more harm than good, your stitches were atrocious, I can only imagine what your patch job for a broken bone would be.
Listener: ….
Prince: No, I said your stitches were ‘good enough’ which is entirely different from good! Just leave me be, I’ll make a sling and that’ll do. [Sound of fabric tearing as he rips his clothes for cloth] As long as I can walk and hold a sword, I’m not concerned. Now, if you’re interested in returning to civilization, I suggest you follow me. Don’t slow me down, or I’ll leave you behind.
[A few moments of silence, and footsteps in the grass/woods/dirt as the two start walking]
Prince: Tell me if you see any animals, we’re going to need food to eat tonight. And keep an eye out for danger, I’m busy trying to make sense of where we are. I know every landmark in the kingdom, I just need to find something definitive, so I don’t have time to focus on threats as well.
Listener: ….
Prince: Yes, I expect we’ll be sleeping in the woods for at least a few days. We weren’t in a very populated area to begin with, it could be days, if not weeks until we come across something. Although, I don’t expect us to last weeks out here.
Listener: ….
Prince: I’m not a pessimist, I’m a realist. My arm is broken which is bound to take its toll eventually, and you’re bruised and cut like the average prisoner in my dungeon. Honestly I’m surprised you didn’t break anything, you’re rather delicate looking. Hold on-... where is your other shoe? You’re missing one.
Listener: …..
Prince: [The prince sighs] Alright, well that’s not going to work. Walking in one high heel is going to make you trip, especially in this terrain. Not to mention if you step on something sharp and can’t walk, you’re going to cause me a lot more trouble. Here, take mine. [The prince takes his shoes off, handing them to the listener]
Listener: ….
Prince: Don’t, just take them. It’s not out of concern, don’t fool yourself. If I hurt my feet, it won’t slow me down. You’re a different story entirely.
Listener: ….
Prince: Good. Now let’s go.
Listener: ….
Prince: I told you, I have no idea what it was. I’ve never seen a beast like that. It looked like some sort of… I don’t even know. Whatever it was, it decimated an entire troop of soldiers. I get the feeling it’s going to be a much bigger problem for me in the future. The main issue is its speed. If it weren’t for the trees slowing it down, we would have certainly died. Ah, not something to focus on now though, I suppose.
[A few moment of silence and just footsteps again]
Prince: What? Why did I save you? I don’t know, it wasn’t really my intention. Instinct, I suppose. You were there in the wagon with me, so I just acted. There wasn’t really time to think about anything. It wasn’t an act of kindness, you just got lucky. Or unlucky, seeing as this means you’re still my prisoner. Most people prefer it to being dead, not all though.
Listener: ….
Prince: Call me dramatic if you want, I don’t care. I’m only trying to give you fair warning, and keep the boundaries of our relationship completely clear. You? Prisoner. Me? Captor. Got that? Right now we’re on a temporary truce to survive a giant monster attack, so just try to make sure you don’t trick yourself into thinking I’m going to look out for you, or that we’re allies of some kind.
Listener: ….
Prince: You’re welcome to think whatever you want, but don’t start crying when you find out that you’re wrong, and get yourself hurt.
[The listener runs towards the prince]
Prince: Pfft, you’ve never been in the woods a day in your life, have you?
Listener: ….
Prince: Well you just ran at me to save you from a bug, so… oh actually you know what, that thing is giant, fair enough. There, it’s taken care of. I wouldn’t want that thing crawling on me, either. Anyway, while we’re stuck out here, I might as well teach you a few things. That way I won’t have to do everything myself. Once I kill us something for dinner, I’ll teach you how to skin and prep it properly. And collect water, that’ll be important too. We’ll go over the basics when we make camp for the night.
[Scene fades out]
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[Scene opens with sounds of a crackling campfire and nighttime ambience]
Prince: You did okay. The shelter hasn’t tipped over yet, and this rabbit isn’t burnt or raw, so that’s a moderate success. Next one we catch, we’ll see if you were paying attention to my ‘introduction to game prep’ crash course. Once the dew forms in the morning, we'll collect it off the big leaves of the trees around here. Not much left to do now. Ugh, I’m exhausted. Maybe I’ll just sleep for a few days and deal with the rest later… oh, right, gotta take- wait.
[The prince rifles through his bag, looking for his medicine. The sound of broken glass shards clicking together is heard, and rifling suddenly stops]
Prince: …damn it. I should have checked my bag sooner… ugh!
Listener: ….
Prince: Uh n-no, it’s nothing. Mind your own business! I… we… need to get back to civilization as soon as possible. Back to the palace.
Listener: ….
Prince I told you before, don’t ask me about it. The only thing you’re serving to do with that is piss me off.
Listener: ….
Prince: It’s not a big deal. In fact it’s no concern at all. I don’t even need it! I don’t think so, at least. I- ugh, didn’t I tell you to mind your own business?
Listener: ….
Prince: Do not call me hornet prince. Look, I would never tell you anything relating to a weakness of mine, because that’s a good way to have them exploited. You may be stupid, but surely you can understand the value of keeping your secrets?
Listener: ….
Prince: You’re… sick? What are you talking about?
Listener: ….
Prince: You… are you saying that because of what I said? Being frail and ill since childhood isn’t all that uncommon, but that explains why you seem so easily exhausted. I mean you looked like you were about to collapse before we jumped in the river, and we only ran for a couple of minutes. I don’t care, though, let me be clear. You sharing a weakness doesn’t really count if you have no strength to stand on anyway.
Listener: ….
Prince. I guess you did at least survive being swept down a river, but I don’t know if I’d classify the state you’re in as ‘well’.
Listener: ….
Prince: You can give up trying to gain my trust, it’s not going to happen. Besides, you just admitted you were lying to me when I found you on the road. Sneaking away from your family is not the story you relayed to me then. Whatever, doesn’t matter now.
Listener: ….
Prince: Ah, now I see. This is your plan to get me to let you look at my arm, hm?
Listener: ….
Prince: You’re not as clever as you think. You’re not very clever at all, honestly, from what I’ve seen. Well, I suppose we’ll be sharing a sleeping space tonight anyway, so… fine. If you try anything, there will be a sword sticking into your chest before you can blink. That’s your only warning. Anyway… here.
[The prince extends his arm, letting the listener check it out]
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Prince: Huh… you know, I’ll admit, I didn’t expect you to know how to set a bone. Your needlework said you didn’t have much doctoring experience, but maybe I’m just used to experts. The doctors in the castle are typically trying not to leave scars, but your stitching is holding well. Where did you learn all this?
Listener: ….
Prince: You… learned by patching up your brothers? Didn’t you have servants to do that for you? And what the hell were your brothers doing as children to require that much medical attention-? Actually forget I asked, I don’t actually care. This will do fine, in any case.
Listener: ….
Prince: If you’re looking for a thank you, it’s not coming. I’m going to sleep now, I’m tired, and talking to someone so boring isn’t helping that.
[The prince stands, walks over to the shelter they built, and the listener follows him. He crawls in and lays down, once again followed by the listener]
Prince: Do your best not to touch me during my sleep, if you startle me, I might end up stabbing you. I’m sure you’d like to avoid that, and I’d like to avoid getting my clothes any bloodier. Stay strictly on your side of the shelter, and we won’t have an issue.
Listener: ….
Prince: Yeah, so what if you get cold? Not my problem, go cuddle a bear or something.
Listener: ….
Prince: Yeah… goodnight, Silverspoon.
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Hope you liked PT 3 of the script! The prince has a cannon name. I thought it might be fun to have people guess what it might be. If you have a guess, please feel free to comment it! A hint is, it has something to do with a general of the distant past. Either way, do you think I should add his name to the script eventually, or keep it blank? I may even leave it up to a creator by creator basis, who knows! Either way, I think an air of mystery is really fun so I include that a lot, but I also really like to give my characters names, haha. Anyway, thank you for reading!