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My fiancé has his little girl for a week..and we just moved into our house and her bedroom isn’t set up yet. So only mine and his bed is in 1 of the rooms. We also live right across the yard to his parents. Should I let him and his 6 year old girl sleep in our bed and I take the couch or should they go to his parents and sleep? I’ve already slept on the couch 2 nights. I feel like I shouldn’t have to sleep on the couch but I also feel like him and her don’t need to go over to his parents either. What should I do?

Hi, I am brand new here- but have often searched and found answers, and I’ve been using automations for years now. They’ve gotten a little complex and I’m kinda drowning, as you’ll see with my super long explanation.
TL;DR: I have a laundry list of automations and alarms and shortcuts, and they’re in all different places, making it extremely difficult for me to manage them. I’m looking for a way to simplify and consolidate them for better control.
Background: multiple kids, with different sleep and school schedules, which also differ from the overall household schedule. We have a HomePod in every room, and I manage most things through an iPad Mini dedicated to home management.
Current setup is:

• morning alarms set on each bedroom HomePod, at varying times, and some have multiple alarms. These alarms play media and stop, and do not require user interaction, set to run on weekdays at X time. They’re managed in each HomePod setting in the Home app, on my phone or the home iPad.
• announcements on HomePods in each bedroom, at varying times, for that individual’s schedule (time to get ready, time for shoes, time to leave, time for bed, ten minute warnings for bedtime and screen time and leaving for school). Some of these need to run no matter what, and some of them are based on school/home schedules. These are Shortcuts that Intercom to the HomePods, set as personal automations (weekdays at X time) on the home iPad, since the function isn’t available on my iPhone, and I’m not always home.
• announcements on HomePods in the common areas (living room, kitchen, playroom) that are set up the same as bedroom HomePods, but different times and phrases, managed the same as above
• alarms on individual HomePods in the common areas, that are set to play media in the form of a recorded announcement. These can be changed to operate the same as the two previous items, but the criteria for whether they should run is different than the others, so I just haven’t bothered to change them over (they’ve been run this way since we first got HomePods in 2018). These are managed in each HomePod’s setting in the Home app.
• accessory automations (lights on/off, fans on/off, tv off, etc). These are managed as Home automations through the Automations section of the Home app or the Shortcuts app, on my phone or the home iPad.
• my plethora of personal alarms on my phone, which are obviously managed through my Clock app.

When the schedule is “typical”, everything is on and runs just fine. But when school is out, or on a different schedule, I have to go and change things in multiple places: my phone alarms, each individual HomePod alarm in every room, the Home automations, and the personal automations run from the household iPad. It’s annoying but not a big deal for things like summer vacation, spring break, but when there’s a single day off school, or half days, or days when some kids are and school and some aren’t, it is a HUGE hassle and I often forget parts of it. I don’t mind having all the household automations/alarms on the iPad since they still need to run if I’m not home, but I desperately need to simplify how I control them. Currently I’m just turning off the iPad when there’s a single day off, but that messes with a lot of things.
The ideal solution would be a single command that would turn everything on or off. I would also be fine with using a calendar to notate days to run specific schedules. But at the very least, I need to have all the home’s alarms/shortcuts/automations in one place so I can just go down the list to turn everything on and off. I can’t find a way to create a Shortcut for “disable/enable automation” or an Automation for “if {calendar item} exists, then {run shortcut}”. It looks like I can build something based on “when I turn my alarm off” or similar, but since the Intercom automations aren’t available on the iPhone, it would all have to run on the iPad, which is in a central location- and the automations need to run without user input.
My head is spinning with all of it, so I’m sure there are plenty of options that just haven’t “clicked” for me. Help???

The worst kinds of monsters are the ones that you don’t recognize at first. For some folks, monsters are closer than they may think - shrouded in the darkness, waiting for the opportunity to strike. For a lucky few, they are protected from monsters by their loved ones, and allowed to grow and succeed.
Such was the case with Diana and Adam, a couple from Buckhannon, West Virginia. They weren’t exactly the spitting image of love - they argued sometimes, worked opposite shifts, and didn’t go out on dates that often. But, they were married, and that’s a lot farther than most couples make it. Diana was the social butterfly of the pair - dozens of friends, good relationships with people all around town, and a reputation for always carrying a sincere smile on her face and a helping hand for anyone who needed it.
At first glance, you would think that she was the one who grew up there, not Adam, but that wasn’t the case. After all, they were living in Adam’s childhood home, gifted to them by his parents as a wedding gift (and excuse to move to Florida). Adam was somewhat of a recluse - he had fine social skills, but worked the graveyard shift and never left the house much other than that. People would sometimes shoot the two glances when they were rarely sighted together - the old saying “opposites attract” might be true after all.
While they were indeed opposites, and they didn’t show it often, they did love each other, and protected each other from the monsters of the world. Not that there were many to defend from in their sleepy little town - there hadn’t been anything more than petty crime since the early 1960s.
They had been living in their home for around three years, and for Diana, it was just starting to feel like a home. When they first moved in, the place had a somber atmosphere. There was no light from street lamps peeking in through the blinds, eager to dance on her velvety skin on dark nights. There were no honks of cars outside, or faint music from a party in the distance. The environment was entirely different from the city she was raised in - and it took her a while to not hate it. After making friends with people around Buckhannon, though, her relationship with the place began to heal - she wasn’t suddenly head over heels for it, but she understood it as a staging area for the true meaning of home - the people she surrounded herself with.
Adam was accustomed to the place immediately, having lived there for years, and didn’t exactly enjoy the constant slew of company that Diana had parading through their halls. After all, he was dead tired, come sunup, and just wanted peace and quiet when he got home. He would often disregard visitors in his living room, offering a simple nod and slight smile as he climbed the old creaky stairs to go to bed. This didn’t exactly paint him nor the couple well - why was Diana married to this antisocial oddity who didn’t even seem to want people in his house at all?
While their lifestyles didn’t exactly line up, they still tried to take each other’s needs into consideration. Diana would usually go over to others’ houses if she wasn’t working and wanted to spend time with friends. If she did have company over, she tried to keep the volume to a minimum, which isn’t exactly difficult with simple conversation and coffee. Conversely, Adam would carefully traverse the house at night to ready himself for work (as much as it allowed for, with its aged floorboards). He loved her enough to let her sleep, and she loved him enough to do the same.
It was on a rare night where Adam didn’t have work that the couple got to go to bed together. The crisp autumn night let them leave the windows open to be awoken by the sounds of the birds outside. They shared a rare kiss, and rolled onto opposite sides of the bed to hopefully get a full night of sleep - they didn’t have anything to do tomorrow, after all. Diana’s eyelids shuttered open to a mostly dark room, only pierced by a rare spot of light shining through the open window. Weird, she thought - rarely did the moonlight penetrate the treeline, although it may have been easier now, with the browned leaves crumpling off of the maple trees. Despite this oddity, everything else appeared normal - it was still dead silent, save for the distant crickets chirping in the woods. What had awoken her?
She tried to sit up, if nothing else to retrieve a glass of water. However, she could not. Her eyes widened as her heart began to race - she didn’t know what was happening, but she didn’t like it. The only part of her that could move were her emerald eyes, darting across the room and looking for anything that might be causing this, or anything she could use to snap herself out of it.
And then, it stepped into the light. Upon seeing it, she wanted to scream, loud enough to reduce every window in the house to sand. But she could not - her lungs seemed to be one of the only organs that worked, as she kept breathing, despite the fact that she didn’t want to risk making noise. Her heart also worked, evidently - it was beating so fast that she thought it might give out.
Standing in front of her was a man - or what looked like one. It was around seven feet tall, and had mostly human features, apart from a few things that were strictly impossible for any living person to have. Its right arm was completely gone. The right half of its face was that of an expressionless young man - the right, simply a rim of burnt flesh and muscle surrounding a skull. Its feet were missing their skin completely, although they were intact enough for it to stand.
This was it, she thought. I’m going to die here, in this bed, and my husband is going to find me when he wakes up. She didn’t have a choice but to wait for the ghoul to approach her and rip her to shreds, or do who knows what else. But as the seconds turned into minutes (or at least felt like them), the being stayed still. Its expression remained neutral - no murderous glee, anger, or even sadness. It didn’t seem to want to harm her - or at least she hoped. Suddenly, the window slammed shut, and she blinked for the first time since she woke up. The figure was gone, and the window was indeed sealed, rendering the room completely silent. Her husband stirred next to her, and peered over at her as she sat there, hyperventilating, having finally regained control of her motor functions. Rather than offering comfort, though, he simply rolled back over. He had stayed up all of last night and day so they could go to bed together, and nothing was going to stop him from resting, not even his clearly distraught wife.
Even though she wanted to, she didn’t mention it over breakfast the next day. She was afraid of many things. She was scared that Adam wouldn’t believe her, and would ridicule her or take the experience as yet another jab towards his childhood home. She was afraid she was losing her mind, and didn’t want to think about it. She just had to pray that it wouldn’t happen again, and spent her day looking over her shoulder.
An accident at the factory the next evening abruptly granted Adam the night off, and they spent it watching an old romantic comedy in the living room. Diana wasn’t feeling very romantic, however - every single crack of a twig from what was probably just deer outside nearly sent her into a panic attack. Whatever that thing was, she didn’t want to see it again. She even prayed for the first time in years, simply to request that whatever foul spirit haunted her nightmares be banished. She drifted off to sleep with this as a slight comfort.
All comfort shattered immediately when she woke up in the darkness again. The being spared no time to hide in the shadows this time - Diana immediately saw it, staring out the window. It turned its head towards her, and she internally grimaced - its face was just as unsettling a sight as it was the previous night. This time, though, something about it was different - it had actual emotion on what remained of its face, even if just slightly. She saw a dull sadness, perhaps with a taste of bitterness, but she couldn’t see quite that much detail. All she knew was that whatever it was, it looked like it was hurting.
It suddenly raised its arm, and she felt a wave of cold air pass over her. She blinked, but it didn’t disappear. It stood, almost as if it was waiting for her to move towards it. To her surprise, she could - she cautiously lifted her torso up in the bed and moved the covers off of her legs, never taking her eyes off of it. Once she was out of bed, they stood and looked at each other, as if in a game of cat and mouse for who would move first. Ultimately, Diana won that competition, and the being turned and walked towards the bedroom’s door frame. It stopped mere feet from it, and turned its head back towards her, waiting for her. Everything inside of her, from her past experiences to basic survival instinct, was screaming at her not to follow it. But she somehow knew that it wasn’t going to harm her. She didn’t necessarily feel safe around it, but something compelled her to follow it.
So she did. She followed it down the stairs, and down another set into the boiler room. It led her towards a corner of the basement, and then turned around. She began looking around the room, searching for what this thing may have led her to. She tried to speak, but found herself unable to. The light coming through the window slightly shifted, and she saw a handle on the wall that matched the color of the paint surrounding it. It was a crawl space door, partially blocked by boxes and paint cans, but just barely visible. The being motioned for her to open it.
She had already made a stupid decision by following it down here, she reasoned - why should she enter a dark, dank crawlspace? This brief moment of logic and reason was quickly overridden by another voice within her head - hers still, but bearing different reasoning. “If it wanted to kill me, wouldn’t it have done so already?” she thought, and this was enough to get her to move the boxes, shift the paint cans aside, and try the door handle. It didn’t budge at first, as it was apparently sealed. After a few more violent tugs and the severing of the rubber seal surrounding the door, it violently swung open. Immediately, a foul smell permeated through the cold air, and she immediately began profusely gagging. It was a smell more horrible than anything she had ever had the misfortune of experiencing - worse than sewage, or spoiled food. It was the smell of rot.
The being was unfazed by this, and again motioned for her to go through the door, with a point from a finger that was barely attached to its decaying hand. Despite the fact that she had moments before been rolling on the ground, trying not to vomit, she again felt compelled to listen to the figure. She made her way through the tight tunnel, scraping her knees against the oddly brown-stained concrete, until she found herself in a room big enough that she could stand up. She fumbled around for a light switch, and didn’t find one. Regardless, the single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling flicked on, and when the room lit up, she couldn’t hold back the sickness anymore. She vomited all over the floor before collapsing against the wall, sobbing. She was still unable to speak or scream - despite her best efforts.
Inside the room were no less than twenty corpses, all stacked in a heap in the corner. Some were almost skeletal, while some appeared fresh. Lining the walls were dozens of instruments of torture, some foreign, some disturbingly familiar. She could not believe what she was seeing - a cell of death hiding beneath her home for who knows how long. The light flickered, and the being appeared in the center of the room. In the light, she could see more of its hideous features - a slit throat, missing fingers, missing teeth from the protruding skull. It calmly walked towards her as she sobbed, preparing to join the pile. But it did not touch her. It stood over her as she opened her eyes again, and extended its decomposing hand to her.
She was baffled, to say the least. Why did this thing bring her down here? Was it the one responsible for this? If not, then who did this? Questions raced through her overwhelmed mind as she raised her head to look at it once again. As they looked at each other, she suddenly understood, and all of the questions were answered. She took its hand, and rose to her feet. It looked at her for a few more seconds, and the light flickered again. It was gone.
The next morning, Diana made breakfast in the kitchen, shaking with anticipation for when her husband would awaken. She did not get an ounce of sleep after what had happened - she spent the night cleaning her vomit from the floor and sealing the door with superglue. She was so lost in thought, thinking about what had happened, that when a hand was placed on her shoulder, she nearly jumped out of her skin. Adam spun her around and pinned her against the stove. He firmly asked what she was doing in the basement last night.
How did he know? Diana wasn’t sure, but she quickly lied about going downstairs to change the temperature on the thermostat. His grip on her shoulders eased up a bit, and she exhaled in relief - before he raised his voice. She looked at him, shocked, as he yelled at her to never go down there without him again. He turned and left the kitchen and the house, slamming the front door as he left.
The next few weeks were uneasy. Diana walked on eggshells around Adam, who refused to even look at her. She didn’t know if he had anything to do with what she found, but she did not want to believe it. Even so, his family had owned the house since it was built - who else could it have been? She tried not to think about it, and didn’t even see friends anymore, in fear that she would accidentally reveal her secret. Even on nights where he was off work, they did not sleep together - she took the spare bedroom and locked the door. She didn’t get good sleep - but she slept through the night.
One night, she woke up in the pitch black once again. The being needed no introduction, standing by her bedside and waiting for her to awaken. It began walking towards the door again, and she followed without hesitation this time - whatever it had to show her, she was ready to see it. She found herself in the basement once again, as it simply stood there and looked at her. She couldn’t say anything to it, which was fine - she didn’t have anything to say.
Suddenly, the door to the basement flew open, the lights flicked on, and Adam flew down the stairs, angrier than she had ever seen him. As she tried to back up against the wall, he grabbed her arm and began screaming at her. As he yelled in her face, she had a choice to make, and she chose to push him away. He stumbled backwards to the edge of the shadows of the basement’s darkest corners, and in that instant, a rotting hand grabbed him and violently yanked him into the darkness. The lights cut out, as shrieks and squeals echoed from the corner. Just as suddenly as they started, though, they stopped. She stood there, completely emotionless, in the pitch dark.
The basement was entirely silent, as was the outside world - the crickets were quiet, there was no wind, and the radiator had stopped humming. The moonlight seeping into the room illuminated only the floor, where a pool of crimson blood slowly grew larger. Out of the shadows stepped the being, its wet, skinned feet slapping against the concrete. It did not move towards her - it just stared.
Then, out of the one eye it still had, it began to cry. It did not make noise, but teardrops rolled down its cheeks, and the sound of them falling off of its face and into the puddle of blood became the only noise in the room. At that moment, she finally understood.
The light flicked back on, and it disappeared. She looked into the corner where her husband was dragged, and found nothing. She ascended the stairs, still in her nightgown and slippers, and opened the front door, shutting it behind her as she left.

Okay long story short my newest roommate here has being very pushy over the last few months, to the extent she i genuinely feel she is grossly overstepping. I live in a house of 9, 3 per floor with bathrooms on each. Right now there are just 3-4 of us around.
Regardless of the weird stuff, I’ve actively made an effort with her and tried to be polite and welcome her in.
I’ve largely done most of the house work around here until she arrived which honestly was relief but she’s really taking it to another level now.. Listening to me through my door, going through my garbage, among other weird stuff. She won’t allow the other tenants including myself to use the AC because she doesn’t like the fan, regardless of how hot the house is (going up to 22-27 now since it’s summer). If you change it she will change it back immediately and get upset. One day she asked me if I got period blood on the carpet in the bathroom (wasn’t on period) and got super upset, advised her to ask the other roommates which she never does only ever complains and brings her concerns to me. Multiple other tenants have left, and honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it’s somewhat related to her. I’ve had her throw away my stuff without asking me, I’ve seen her go into other peoples rooms on the upper floor where she doesn’t have a bedroom. She’s making me extremely uncomfortable. I’ve tried to be polite and set boundaries, it seems she’s unable to appreciate boundaries. She makes issues out of things that shouldn’t matter honestly, and causing me unnecessary stress.
I guess im just not sure if I’m being dramatic or sensitive, AITA???

We moved into this house a year and a half ago. Immediately upon setting foot in the house, it smelt heavily like animals (primarily dog) throughout the whole house, despite the house being "professionally cleaned" prior to move in. We washed the walls, mop the floors regularly, and yet still the smell is awful. Plug-in scents, wax melts, and candles keep the scent at bay. Air filters help mildly but still the smell cuts through. It's even permeated the linen closet AND bedroom closet shelving. The only room that seems to have air that doesn't stink is my son's room (and that's only with an air filter). At this point, we believe the prior tenants were animal hoarders? It's either that or someone died in the house (which the state of WA doesn't legally have to disclose). Are there any cleaners, tips, tricks, or anything to get rid of these smells?
TLDR: Former tenants were either animal hoarders or someone died in our house (or both). How do we get the smell out? Already washed the walls, shelves, and mop regularly.

I'm a 16-year-old girl living with my uncle. He has set up extensive parental controls on my phone. He can see all my messages, and if I delete a picture or a message, it automatically gets sent to his phone. He tracks my location and gets notifications if I'm not where I'm supposed to be. I have to get all my apps approved, although I got Reddit because he didn't know what it was. He can access all my pictures from his phone and still physically goes through my phone.
A couple of days ago, I asked him if I could have no parental controls because I feel controlled. He said, "We can talk about it later." He called me into the bedroom, and we started talking about it. He said, "So, I know you want the parental controls taken off your phone, but it's a safety thing. There are so many terrible people on the internet and in the world that I do not feel safe doing that. Also, social media is bad for your mental health." I said, "OK, I guess that makes sense." I just agreed with him because I knew if I didn't, he would be pissed. He said, "Good girl, I love you so much," and kissed me on the face.
I haven't expressed how I feel about this to him because I want to avoid an argument. I really want these controls removed, but I'm unsure if it would be wrong to ask and share my feelings with him.

My main PC has all the games I want to play on it and I want to use local transfer to my bedroom PC to move about 400GB worth of games. Local transfer mostly works but at times it will kind of flip back and forth between local transfer and downloading.
I only have about 10GB left in data this month before I get charged for going over the limit and there’s still 3 days left in this bill cycle, so I want to transfer locally only without steam downloading anything online.
Is there an option for this somewhere? I’ve looked in the settings on steam and can’t find anything and looked online and it doesnt seem like a concern anyone has had.

We started renting a ground floor flat at the end of January in England. The windows face out onto a main road there is a 5 ft metal fence a few feet from the edge of the property to separate it from the pavement.
A few days before moving in, a contractor reached out to organise coming to the property to check a broken window. The day we completed our check in we figured out the spare bedroom window was the one that was broken, the hinge at the wall had broken and so the window no longer closed properly. We were informed it had broken while the old tenants had lived here but they had not allowed access for it to be repaired and there were only a few days between them leaving and us moving in. The contractor came out a few days after we moved in, advised it would need a proper window company to repair but he managed to secure it so it wouldn't open at all and the property was at least safe.
We had some issues with the window company coming on the days they were supposed to but a few weeks later the window company sent someone out, they measured the window gave me a rough quote of £1700 to get a new one built and fitted and said it could take a month and they would let the estate agents know. We chased the property manager a few days later and they said the landlord was deciding what to do. A few weeks later they said they were sending someone out to take measurements again. The same window company came out, measured the same window and said they would be in touch. I chased a few times and was told it was with the landlords. I chased again last week, as the weather has been getting warmer it is becoming a real problem that we can't open that window, there is also clearly a damp problem in the property which is a separate issue but not being able to open the only window in the room does not help. I was advised that the company who made the original windows had closed and due to building regulations they had to make sure they could find something to match. It is quite clear the window on the other bedroom has been replaced as it has a different fitting (that window was clearly replaced badly which is causing its own issues). The property manager has emailed today and advised the landlords have decided to cancel the work with current window company and will be sending a different company out to measure and quote and we will here from them soon.
Is there a reasonable amount of time that a landlord has to fix something like this? From what I have found online each room should have at least one window that opens but I am not sure.if that is enforceable. I also wondered if this counts as a health and safety risk as if someone were in that bedroom and there was a fire outside the door in the hallway they would be trapped as the window does not open at all currently. Does this count as a major problem causing risk to health and safety and would we be entitled to any compensation because it has taken so long to fix this? It has been 4 months since we moved in with no date set for when they intend for this to be fixed. There is only 1 other window in the flat and then a patio style door in the living room so without that 3rd window it is quite difficult to ensure proper air circulation in the property.
Tldr: we have been in our flat for 4 months, one of the bedroom windows doesnt open and was broken before we moved in and we still have no date set for when this will be fixed. Is there a time frame in which the landlords have to fix this and are we entitled to any money back if they have not?

I recently moved to a 4600 sq-ft, 3 level (basement + 2) house.
I've set up my office in the basement suite and that's where the 1 Gig internet comes in (Coax -> modem -> pfsense computer -> switch -> devices).
I cannot route cables from my office to the rest of the house.
My current setup is a mishmash of devices:
In the office, I have a Tp-link AC1300 router in AP mode broadcasting 2.4 and 5 GHz wifi, which is used by the family phones, tablets, and tv. The signal strength on the top floor (where the bedrooms are located) is very weak. I set up a Tp-link extender on the 2.4 GHz signal and wired my wife's computer (on main floor) to it.
Also in the office, I have an Asus RTAC52U router in AP mode broadcasting 2.4 GHz wifi which is used by my IOT devices.
I connected an ethernet-powerline adapter from the office to the garage. In the garage I have another Asus RTAC52U router in AP mode broadcasting 2.4 GHz wifi which is used by my security cameras. Several cameras are wired to the AP.
I plan on running an ethernet line from my garage, via the house exterior, to the back of the house, and connect cameras to it (via a switch).
The overall home network setup is a mess, and the signals are very weak.
My ISP provided a single Eero 6 device, which I was reluctant to use because I don't like Amazon's data collection practices. I recently started testing it. The signal seems much better, but it's still weak on the top floor. I don't know if the signal seems better because it's wifi 6, or because I only have 1 device connected to it (my phone).
Can you guys please recommend a methodology and hardware to organize my network and improve the signals?
Do I need a single/multiple mesh systems? If so, which system would you recommend?
Thanks.

Scenario: Added on second floor (500sf) in 2010; this is heated and cooled with a ducted mitsubishi mini split which was replaced one year ago with the same size and brand of unit. However, since then, humidity levels are high AND temp will not stay down.
Here is what has happened in the past 24ish hours, which is fairly typical for these summer days so far: 1. during the day yesterday, temp hovered around 75, despite thermostat being set at 70. Humidity around 70%. Downstairs was set at 74/75. It was HOT and humid in Austin TX yesterday.

1. At night, set temp to 69, took quite a while to cool down (used to be fast). Humidity was still around 70% per thermostat.
   
2. Woke up this morning to 70 degrees (thermostat set at 69) and 81% humidity
   
3. Theres a small return in the stairwell which I would assume only pulls warm air from downstairs, which I think is strange. But, it's been that way since the addition and this humidity problem is new. There's also a larger return in the bedroom.
   

Thoughts/ideas???

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At the Beginning
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Previously on Leveling up the World...
The silence in the aether sphere was so intense that Dallion could hear every breath and heartbeat. So far, he had done a good job pretending to believe what the other had told him. Hopefully, that was going to be enough to fool the archbishop.
“We don’t,” Simon said.
In his mind Dallion said a lot of things, most of them curses. What he voiced was completely different.
“I don’t follow.” He floated closer to the center of the sphere. “I thought you said that if someone wins, it’s all over.”
“There’s another way to achieve what you want. A direct boon, if you will.”
That’s what you told Tiallia, didn’t you? Dallion frowned. Considering what had happened to her entire race, Dallion wasn’t terribly enthusiastic about that option.
“The Moon emblem,” the archbishop continued. “All hopefuls are given one. I’m no exception and neither are all previous conquerors. Those with enough drive have even completed theirs. I heard that you’re doing pretty well with yours.”
“Don’t believe everything you hear. I’m still missing a few,” Dallion lied.
“Everyone is missing a few, but I’ve foreseen that together there are enough to make a set.”
That filled Dallion with even less enthusiasm. A voice in the back of his mind had already started urging him to reject the offer and continue with more important things. Then again, there was the matter of the archbishop’s assistance.
“You’re suggesting we team up with them?” Even his level of the music skill proved unable to hide the skepticism.
“There can be only one winner in the conventional way, but unlike what they say through their echoes and domains, no one is certain they’ll be the one to make it. Right now, Jeremy and Tiallia are engaged in a series of battles all along the western shore of the continent. Tia decided to take advantage of the minor clash between you and the emperor, so she went all out in the battle for first place. Jeremy considers you weak, and me done with, so he responded.”
“So, whoever wins there wins the world.”
“Not quite. They must win fast. If the battle grinds on, the winner might reach a point at which they’ll be weaker than you. That’s why they are putting everything on the first clash. There’s a good chance that by tomorrow, things will be clear, yet they aren’t right now.”
There was an obvious danger of allying with someone dedicated to an insane belief. The archbishop’s mania that the world—or the “game” as he believed—would end had made him a master of knowing the right time and the right actions to force a desired outcome. Compared to him, the emperor was like an apprentice, though, as the current state of the world showed, sometimes the apprentice could outwit the master.
“We form an alliance and use my Moon emblem to challenge the Moons together,” Dallion mused.
“That’s the simple version, yes. They’ll have their doubts, of course, but if we ask them right now, they’ll have no choice but to accept.”
“That’s why you surrendered to me, didn’t you?”
“The third and fourth combined might prove stronger than the second.” Simon nodded. “Or maybe the first.”
“And because they’re currently fighting between themselves, they can’t easily unite against us.”
“Oh, they could, but would they trust each other? What if this all is an elaborate plot to eliminate them before fighting continues between the remaining three?”
Only because you’re the one who made the alliance, Dallion said to himself. He was putting a lot of faith in a person who was scheming, addicted to Moonstones, and with questionable beliefs. And still, he had a lot of knowledge that Dallion could use. In the end, this is what it came to: everyone was using everyone; the question was who would gain the bigger advantage.
“Working with Tiallia and Jeremy,” Dallion said.
“Trust me, it beats the alternative.”
“And what do I have to do in exchange?”
Anger emanated from the archbishop. Clearly, he was a lot worse at controlling his emotions in his current state.
“I must be able to see some of the details,” he replied without directly answering the question. “Also, I’ll need one to heal you. You could use it in theory as well, but you won’t be as efficient.”
“Alright,” Dallion agreed. In his mind, he had gone over his options dozens of times. “One more thing, though. You’ll tell me everything before we go.”
“I can talk while I heal.”
“And if there’s a face to face, I’m not going alone.”
“It’s a bad idea. Anyone you bring will put you at risk.”
“I trust them more than you,” Dallion said in a firm tone. Then he removed his limiting ring.
Aqui, he said within his realm. I’ll need you to bring me the Moonstones. Giaccia will give them—
No! The dragon cut him off. I’m not going in the same realm as him.
Aqui, it’ll be okay. I’ll be here and—
No! she said adamantly. He bred us for our hearts! I’m not going anywhere near!
If there was any way for Dallion’s opinion of Simon to get any lower, he couldn’t think of it right now. The archbishop really acted as if everything was a game. It was all very calculated, refined for efficiency, and with complete disregard for the beings involved. No wonder he spent all of his existence alone on his island, separated from the rest of the world. At a certain level, he knew the consequences of what he was doing and yet felt obliged to keep doing it.
Veil, you bring them, Dallion ordered.
Are you sure? There’s no telling what he’ll do with them.
I know exactly what he’ll do with them. We made a deal, so bring them. Oh, and don’t take the cyan one.
Sure, Dal. There was not a single note of enthusiasm in Veil’s voice.
A few seconds later, the aether sphere dissolved into nothing, bringing Dallion and the archbishop into view again. The number of troops surrounding the area had doubled, all eagerly awaiting the command to attack. Such a command never came. Instead, Dallion floated back down to his room, accompanied by the archbishop.
When Veil appeared, handing over the Moonstones to Dallion, who in turn gave them to Simon, the healing began.
Under the watchful eye of Euryale and Pan, the archbishop removed one by one the permanent effects covering Dallion’s body. The magic spell he used was unlike anything Dallion had seen—“more divine than spell” as Adzorg put it.
As each wound was burned out of existence, leaving smooth skin behind, a green rectangle flashed, informing Dallion of the result. And during the entire time, Simon explained the intricacies of the plan. For safety and security reasons, a bubble of silence had been cast around the room, maintained by none other than Pan. The copyette trusted the archbishop as much as Dallion, still maintaining hundreds of magic symbols all over his body.
After close to an hour, all the bleeding wounds had been removed from Dallion’s body. Now it was time to restore his feet.
“I’ll need you to hold him down for this,” Simon told Euryale.
“It will hurt, I take it,” Dallion said, preparing himself mentally.
“It will if you want it done in a minute.”
Dallion didn’t, but he also didn’t want to delay. A minute in intense pain. For an awakened, that sounded like an eternity. Hopefully, Simon was using a metaphor and it wasn’t actually going to take a full minute.
“Pan,” Dallion said as he lay down on the bed so that the stumps of his legs were beyond the end. “Did you go through this when you tried to conquer the world?”
“The leg healing bit? No.” The copyette responded with a touch of humor. “The other stuff… at this point, I can say I did.”
“You can only tell someone who already knows,” Dallion said reflectively. “How come you could tell me?” He raised his head, looking at Simon.
“I didn’t vow not to.” The archbishop was rubbing his hands, covering them in a pale green glow. “Unlike him, I never tried to take over the world.” He took a step closer to the bed. “You better get ready now.”
The pain came in waves. The first few seconds there was almost none at all. Yet as time went by, it kept building up more and more until soon it was more than Dallion could bear. Concentrating, he tried to use his music skills to negate the effects of the pain, or at the very least, decrease them. That lasted for possibly ten seconds more, when his body reflexively made an attempt to break free. It was only Euryale that kept him from succeeding. The gorgon held his hands firmly pinned to the bed, while Simon pulled out, bit by bit, a new set of feet from Dallion’s legs.
Half of Dallion’s body had gone completely limp and unresponsive, yet the pain felt as if someone was stretching every muscle, nerve, and tendon in his legs far beyond their breaking point. The only thing preventing him from yelling for the archbishop to stop was the burning desire not to give him the satisfaction. Sweat covered his entire body. Magic threads emerged from his pores in an attempt to create a protective mesh over his skin.
The pain seemed to last for hours, simultaneously knocking Dallion out and forcing him into consciousness again. Finally, he felt a slight decrease. It wasn’t much, but a sure sign that his suffering had peaked.
“There you go.” Simon wiped the sweat from his forehead. Clearly, he had also exerted himself. Even so, he seemed in a markedly better state. If nothing else, the bags beneath his eyes were gone. “Rest a bit. I’ll send my offer to Jeremy.”
“Not Tiallia?” Dallion asked through gritted teeth.
“Tiallia has already accepted. I suppose having her sister helped.”
“Wait! Tell me—” Dallion tried to voice the question, but his stamina had reached its limits. Once his body realized it wasn’t fighting for its survival, his consciousness shut down. After what seemed like a second, Dallion woke up.
Looking up he saw a star-filled night sky. Panic set in, along with the fear that Simon had gone to the meeting without him.
“Eury!” Dallion jumped to his feet. “Pan! Who left…” his words trailed off.
There was a person in the room. Funny that it was only now that Dallion noticed. The person was a dryad, standing at the window, looking outside.
“Vihrogon?” Dallion asked.
“Close.” The dryad turned around. It didn’t take Dallion more than a second to figure out who it was.
“Felygn,” he whispered. “I thought it was strange that the room was removed again. How long was I out?”
“Eleven seconds, give or take. Simon did a number on you. After your latest bout of recklessness, you deserved it, though.”
“Everyone’s a critic.” Dallion shifted the weight on his legs. His feet felt normal and completely pain-free. Given that it was a dream, there was no other way for it to be. “Was he right?”
“Is that what you want to ask me?”
“Will you answer if I do?”
The Green Moon laughed.
“You’re leaning.”
The room suddenly shifted. Dallion didn’t notice it happening, yet he knew the difference between where he had been a moment ago and where he was now. The present room was identical to his university dorm, at least as far as he could remember. The only thing that remained the same was Felygn, who stood at the window in his dryad form.
“This brings back memories, doesn’t it?” the Moon asked.
“I’ve never known you to be sentimental.”
“Who said I can’t be? Don’t worry, you’re not in any trouble as far as we are concerned. I just thought I’d take this chance to have a few words with you. There’s no telling whether I might have another.”
“So, things are that bad?”
“Only one can own the world. There’s no telling if that someone would be you.”
A farewell from a Moon. It was the last thing Dallion expected, but he appreciated the gestures. His opinion and relationship with the Moons had gone through many stages. Initially there was awe, then fear, then annoyance that they let mass-scale pain and suffering happen before their eyes. Now, he felt them distantly close in a way that words could barely describe.
“Thanks for bringing my race back,” Felygn said. “I appreciate it.”
“You know I didn’t do it for you.”
“I know. But you also did it for them. Many were given an opportunity, but you’re the only one who not only tried, but did it. For that, I’ll give you a final boon.”
“Isn’t it a bit late for that?”
“Maybe. But no matter what, I’ll always be with you as long as you call.”
“What does—” The scene disappeared. Instantly, Dallion opened his eyes, lurching his upper body upwards.
He was back in his bedroom with Euryale sitting on the bed next to him.
“Don’t rush,” she said, gently caressing his cheek. “You can rest a bit longer.”
Dallion smiled, relaxing back down. Yes, he had a bit longer. Yet deep inside, he feared that he’d never see Felygn again, not as a friend in any event.

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TLDR: while hanging out in my underwear on my hammock on my balcony a couple snuck onto the apartment roof and saw me when my dog started freaking out. I was just hanging out in the dark, so I think I may have come across as weird or creepy.
I live in an apartment on the 7th and 8th floors. My bedroom is on the 8th floor and leads to my balcony which is above my living room. The building’s roof is about 10 feet above my balcony and is supposed to be off limits. My balcony has a 4 foot brick wall on 2 sides, and a wooden barrier with vines separating my balcony from my neighbor’s. There are numerous taller buildings around me, but most are at a distance. Among other outdoor furniture I have a hammock set up.
Last weekend my dog was getting stressed out due to fireworks and increased noise by our neighbors. She is a 2 year old Shiba and for some reason believes that she has to guard our apartment even though she’s a coward and would never bite anyone.
Around 10pm I took her to hang out on the balcony so I could cool off and she wouldn’t hear our neighbors partying across the hallway. As I was hot and about to go to bed I was just in my underwear. I kept the lights off so I could see the stars better and people in taller buildings wouldn’t see me.
After around ten minutes my dog was done playing and I laid on my hammock while doing a crossword on my phone. Some time later my dog alerted that we weren’t alone. I assumed it was one of my neighbors on their balconies, so I didn’t pay her much mine. The dog became more antsy before freaking out in a barking fit and point to the roof. I looked up and saw 2 dark figures looking down on us. This obviously surprised me and made me flinch, which made my dog even more nervous.
I heard a woman’s voice call out to my dog to tell her that it was okay. I then called up to them and apologized for my dog barking. I think I may have startled them, but the woman sounded fine when she told me not to worry. I then scooped up my dog and got her to calm down. When I looked up again the two people had disappeared.
I’m 90-100% sure that the two people were a couple that lives in the building because I recognized her voice as a woman I’ve ridden the elevator with and she called my dog by a nickname that that woman uses. I believe that they snuck onto the roof to look at the view and were likely intoxicated. They came to look down on my dog when they heard her barking and didn’t see me, because I was on my dark hammock and the lights were off.
I feel that since they disappeared so quickly thinks might have been and if I had been hanging out in clothes with the lights on, it wouldn’t have been weird. They would have either not come over or would have seen me immediately. On the other hand I expected to be alone in the semi private area.

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He always used to put a particular emphasis on dinner, and what we ate during it. Only the foods he deemed "healthy" were allowed, much to the dismay of our young minds. I remember the other school kids taunting me with the exotic-sounding foods they would be allowed to eat, and even the mundane fast food places sounded like the most gourmet of restaurants to me. You wouldn't believe the things I would have done to try a shitty McDonald's cheeseburger.
Dinner was served at 8 PM sharp every day of the week. If we weren't home, we were expected to be and on the rare occasion somebody skimped out - like that one time my brother stayed at a friend's place a little too long - the consequences were bad enough to deter us from trying again any time soon. I do have to admit that we were quite privileged and grew up in a large home with a great big dining room that happened to be the location of our dinners. A large table stretched out across it and it was furnished with expensive-looking china and fancy fabrics, although these simply provided the background to the food itself. Mother was always stressed in the hours leading up to eight and her footsteps could be heard pattering back and forth as she carried plate after plate into the dining room. Plates filled to the brim with oysters, caviar, squid, heaps and heaps of greens, far too much red wine and five plates adorned with a single chunk of meat. Father said meat was the most important part of dinner, that we had to eat it so we could grow big and strong.
So we did.
We feasted on the decadent foods provided to us and at the very end of each meal we simultaneously stuck our forks into the meat before us and devoured it in one bite. Father always said, "One bite is only polite".
"Polite to who, Father?" we protested.
He would never answer.
Despite the oddity of it all looking back, it never struck us as more than a simple difference in tradition back when we were kids. Sure, it would have been nice to have had no restrictions as our friends and peers seemed to, but we were always very well fed and otherwise well taken care of. As I mentioned earlier, the house we lived in was extremely nice and we never had to worry about much as we grew from young children into our older teen years and all the anxieties that can come with that.
The only thing I really hated was the noises. You know, things that go bump in the night. Ghosts, demons, whatever you want to call them. I believed in it all and the house only ever fueled that little fear of mine. As I tossed and turned in bed I would occasionally hear footsteps slapping against concrete, or the sound of a child's muffled cry. Sometimes the noises would slip into my dreams and nightmares too, so Mother and Father always used that to explain them away when I'd show up at their bedroom door asking to sleep with them for the night. I knew the noises were real though, even if I didn't know where they were coming from. As I grew older, I learned to ignore them. They became a form of white noise, a backing band of cries and quiet shuffles for my foregrounded life.
Time went by pretty fast towards the end of my teen years, and the dinner tradition continued which made living a normal college-aged life difficult. I wanted to go to a party? Dinner made it hard. I wanted to travel for a little while? Dinner made it impossible. Eventually, I had enough and decided that I needed to take my life into my own hands which was a tough decision to make given Father's wishes imposed on my own but it needed to be made. After a long few months of constant arguments and fights, I moved out.
That last night it felt as if the house itself was pleading with me. Begging me to stay. Screaming at me. I stared up at my ceiling all night whilst the constant sound of muffled voices and feet pattering kept sleep far out of reach. At times I could almost make out words, words that sounded like cries for help. I tried to rationalise it if only to keep my own fear in check, but before long I decided that there wasn't much to lose from trying to find the source - especially given it was to be my last night there in quite a while. So with a great deal of fear and hesitation, I slipped out of bed and grabbed a flashlight to explore.
As my bare feet tip-toed across the wooden floor, it felt as if the noises were growing louder. Beckoning to me. They'd never been this loud before. Eventually, I found the rusty set of steps that led to the seldom-spoken-of basement. Mother and Father always emphasised that we were never to go down to the basement, and it was the only rule of theirs that went untested. Not because of their promises of severe consequences, but because the little hatch that led to the steps had always been out of reach thanks to the large padlock that kept it bolted shut. The hatch happened to be located in the part of the house that scared me the most too given its darkness and unkempt state, so I never had reason to be there anyway.
That night, I found the hatch open. Ever so slightly, just enough for somebody who walked past to notice. Enough for me to notice. The noises that had guided me there suddenly reverted to their status as white noise whilst my heart pounded loud enough for it to be heard. The hair on my arms and neck stood up as I felt my foot against the first wooden step. I took my second step down. Then my third. By the time I felt my feet touch the cold concrete ground in the depths of the basement I lost count. But that was far from my first concern.
Almost as soon as I took that final step I heard the familiar sound of feet shambling towards me. The place was lit by a single dim bulb that bathed it in a yellow that exposed the cracks in the walls and provided enough light to outline the young man who had walked up to me. He must've been in his early 20s at best and had a look of pure fear in his deep eyes. He pointed towards the far corner and my eyes darted over to a group of 4 other people. A young man and woman who I placed at a similar age to the one next to me, an older man and an older woman. All of them looked extraordinarily healthy for what looked like an imprisoned existence and unclean plates piled up next to them.
A family.
Instinctively, I went to scream. A hand was over my mouth in an instant whilst the four in the corner each held a singular finger to their lips. Before long the Father of the family explained the situation as I tried my best to sob without creating the mass of noise I so desperately wanted to. He told of how they had been taken in their sleep and woken up there one by one. How they were being fed leftovers of exquisite quality by the man upstairs. How they knew he was fattening them up for the slaughter even though he hadn't explicitly told them that. I asked them to describe the man even though I knew what they would tell me, an effort to avoid facing reality I suppose. The man I knew as Father. They showed me around their living quarters, showed me the human bones they found scattered across each corner. A constant reminder of what they believed to be an inevitable fate.
My tongue went dry as the realisation set in. For my entire life, I'd been eating the flesh that slid off the bones that were now around me. Lives, souls, people. The poor people around me had to once again calm me down, and I eventually did if only with their future well-being in mind. I admired their bravery in calling me there yet felt a tremendous guilt for the others who had called me there in years gone by. They deserved better. Eventually, we formed a line with myself sandwiched between the various family members and made our way up the steps. The pitter-patter of feet only intensified the regret that clouded my mind, bringing back memories of the bumps in the night I'd only ever ignored. By the time we crept along in a single-file line I decided to go with them, wherever they may go. Naturally, I knew where the quickest exit would be and after guiding them there we each took off in the direction of town. Some of them struggled to keep up given the various states of bloating they'd found themselves in, but we stuck with each other and eventually made it to the police station.
An ambulance was called for the mother and son of the family, who I have come to know as Penelope and Noah, because of injuries obscured by the adrenaline of their escape and police formalities then took the focus. I helped in any way I could, and the ensuing investigation was extremely arduous. Beyond the bones I'd seen for myself, the authorities eventually various mismatched personal effects belonging to three families and several single men and women. Anything and everything from tattered bank cards to old flannels to odd shoes. Entire bloodlines eviscerated. They say that there could be more and by this point, the possibility isn't something I can afford to discount. Supposedly it all began right around when I was born and my siblings were toddlers, which is why we can all remember those chunks of meat as ever-present. He preserved the corpses in a custom-built cold room adjacent to the basement and the single chunk servings meant there was always ample supply. They say some of the victims may never be identified. I hope they forgive us for what we did to them.
The night of the escape, the authorities went into our home to investigate and found everything mentioned above in the basement along with various forms of evidence that we never quite picked up scattered across the rest of the house. They found two bloody corpses in the master bedroom, too. I suppose Mother and Father caught wind of what was coming and he slit her throat before turning a shotgun on himself. They didn't leave a note, and I wouldn't have read it anyway. I can only hope the poor souls sentenced to such awful fates by his hand and her blind eyes haven't forgiven them. I let the police break the news to my siblings and naturally their reactions were similar to mine, and sadly we've drifted apart since. I can't quite put a finger on why, but I think we all need some time alone for a while.
It's been a few months since my life was turned upside down, and I've been trying to move forward.
The shuffling of feet and the muffling of cries still haunt me though, and I fear the noises will never stop.

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I live in a 1 bedroom flat with a tenancy ending in August. My newly married spouse still has a tenancy in a shared house ending in July. He has lived with me unofficially since November when I moved from a shared house to a single bed flat. We thought it'd be easiest to not join tenancy because he couldn't find a replacement tenant for his old room and did not want two tenancies under his name.
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