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2023.06.01 00:42 girl_from_the_crypt Stuck on earth and looking for a job: Olms and Jewels

Coming face to face with people in suits always makes me hyper-aware of how badly I dress. Since I knew I was going to meet up with Mary Markov today, I intentionally put some more effort into my appearance. I picked out a pressed shirt to wear over my leggings. Since it was far too big for me, I threw my wide yellow belt into the mix. Thus satisfied, I called up Elijah Carter and asked whether he wanted to come along. He agreed readily enough so I had him pick me up and drive us over to Mary's office. It was nowhere near the hospital and not in the vicinity of her news channel headquarters either. It was located in a slate gray concrete building that was quite confusing to look at.
No outside observer could have mistaken it for a residential house, for there was hardly a less homely or comfortable place imaginable. It was utterly repellent in its rough, dreary nature. It couldn't have belonged to some kind of business either, though. There were no marked parking spaces for employees, no signs or advertisements. Altogether, it reminded me of something out of a cheap or unfinished video game.
"Sketchy," Eli remarked, eyeing the slab of concrete with a similar lack of enthusiasm. "Looks almost abandoned. How weirdly fitting for a semi-secret government operation."
I nodded. The warm air had taken me by surprise and I found the weight of my jacket suffocating, so I took it off to leave in the car. "What is it?" I asked, noticing the way Elijah squinted at my outfit.
"What are you wearing?"
"Clothes."
"You don't say." He snorted. "Looking kinda funny there, Shirley."
"I look professional," I corrected him.
"I suppose." He grinned to himself. "Depends on the profession, though."
We rang the bell and a highly official-looking security guard let us in through the heavy double doors after confirming that Mary Markov was expecting us. He gave the necessary directions, sending us down several flights of stairs. The better part of the building was in fact underground, like with an iceberg. Eli made a remark about how it'd be safer if outsiders weren’t allowed to roam the place by themselves. It seems to be a habit of his to vaguely analyze and point out flaws in the structures of government institutions. Then again, maybe it's just flaws in general he's fascinated with.
Upon arriving outside Mary's office, we were called inside to find her sitting behind her desk. She lifted her head, giving us a polite, if cold, smile. "Good morning. You're on time. Wonderful."
"Would you please give me an honest appraisal of my outfit?" I asked.
The newsreader frowned in confusion, her eyes briefly roaming my form. "You put effort into your appearance today," she concluded. "It's appreciated."
"Wait, what do you mean today?" I inquired.
"Note also how she did not actually answer your question," Elijah added.
I huffed, flinging myself into one of the chairs in front of Mary's desk. Eli sat down beside me, folding his hands in his lap and leaning back. "Thanks for letting me come with Shirley," he told her.
"Naturally. I assume you're her emotional support human." Mary Markov's lips curled slightly. "At any rate, you had contact with the Collective yourself, so this does concern you. As far as I'm concerned, it can't hurt having an ex-cop in the mix, anyways. Despite the regrettable reasons you had for leaving the force."
Elijah's brows lowered, the muscle in his pronounced jaw twitching. "How do you know about that?"
Mary looked innocent. "It's very important that I'm fully informed, of course. Don't worry. We don't need to go into it, and I don't judge you, either. The effect the incident at that highschool had on you is completely understandable."
"I didn't ask for your assessment." My friend's voice had sharpened. "Can we move on from this?"
"Of course." If the sudden shift in tone had rattled the agent, she wasn't letting it on. Sifting through the neat stack of papers on her desk, she pulled out a thin brown file which she slid over to me. "Miss Shirley, you remember the female member of the Collective we took into custody? She has already been questioned by the local police. Unfortunately, I don't have the authority to lead such an interrogation, but I was present for it and I want you to have this transcript."
I perked up and began leafing through the folder.
"You may take that with you to read in peace," Mary told me. "But don't expect too much, lest you'll be sorely disappointed. The girl hardly said anything at all. The most helpful information she gave us was a name she kept referencing. Jewel. At first, we thought it was a sort of code word, but it seems to be what the other person she was with calls themself."
“Jewel,” I echoed.
“Sadly enough, that’s all we have. We’ve never provided our services to anyone of their physical description. There are a couple clues, but they don’t amount to anything helpful. There’s the fact that you met them at a convenience store with relatively high prices. Maybe I’m just grasping at straws, but that could indicate a cushy financial situation. On top of that, the store is rather far away from here, so they might be an out-of-towner. They also might be able to influence the way others perceive them, considering the way they seemed to hypnotize you in the woods merely by holding eye contact.”
“How come they couldn’t do anything to Frank Preston?”
Mary Markov twinkled at me. “They couldn’t? Huh. That rather intrigues the philosopher in me. Jewel works through eye contact and it is said that the eyes are the window to the soul.” She cocked her head at me.
“Are you saying Blondie doesn’t have a soul?” Eli asked, raising a skeptical brow. “Is this one of those Plato-Schopenhauer-whatevers?”
The newsreader shrugged artfully, watching my reaction. “We could discuss this for hours on end. I only meant to draw attention to the implied distinction between an organically born entity and a being who was originally an inanimate object.”
“I beg your pardon?” I said slowly.
“Oh, nevermind; that’s neither here nor there.” Her tone told me that she did, in fact, consider it to be both here and there. Not wanting to go further into this with her, I made a mental note to ask Frankie later.
“There’s more,” I added, trying to gently prepare her for what I was about to say. “I want to get Kit Sutton back.”
Mary’s lips thinned. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t mean for the town to get flooded in the process. I think we can find a solution to help her, if we work together. I’m convinced we can figure something out, but I don’t believe in abandoning her anymore. Which is essentially what we’re doing if we leave her to her fate.”
“You do realize what you’re asking of me? Your former roommate isn’t some kind of minor water spirit. Her father appears to hold tremendous power over the seas, or at the very least our part of it. He has countless similarly dangerous individuals at his service so he might be considered a ruler of sorts, if not a deity.”
“So Kit’s the little mermaid, basically?” Elijah asked, equal parts joking and genuinely intrigued.
Mary grinned an actual, amused grin. “I must ask you to take this seriously, Mr Carter.”
“I am!” he chuckled, raising his hands. “I swear.”
“Anyways, Miss Shirley, the point you make is an individualistic one, but I see why you’re invested in the girl’s fate. I want to help, I do… But we need to proceed with caution. If you can suggest to me some kind of sensible approach, then I’ll do what I can. That’s all the promises I can make at the moment.”
I thanked her and got up, Eli following me as I headed for the door. “Miss Shirley,” Mary called out and I stopped, turning back around to face her. “If you like my style, we could perhaps meet up to go shopping sometime? I could show you some quality stores. It wouldn’t be anytime soon since I’m currently swamped, but I figure—well, just in case you might like to.”
I nodded. “That sounds pleasant enough.”
She smiled brightly and waved us out the door. “Excellent. I’ll be in touch.”
Back inside the car, I tossed the file onto the backseat to read later. “Would you like to go to the beach?” I suggested.
“Why not. Wait, is this for a stroll and ice cream or do you want to kickstart the mermaid-rescue-operation?”
“I can’t see why it shouldn’t be both,” I replied comfortably. “We’ll need to take your flashlight, though.”
"You know I don't like getting myself into trouble unless it's paid."
"Yes, but you also find me endearing and want to protect me from danger, which you can only do by accompanying me."
"You're a terrifying tentacle beast from another dimension. I don't know that I'm all that scared for your safety," he grunted.
I gave him an affronted look. "You have now hurt my feelings."
"Have I?"
"Plenty, but I'll forgive you if you come with me."
Elijah Carter sighed deeply but started driving anyway. I let my arm dangle out of the open window, allowing the warming spring air to wash over my skin. The closer we got to the shore, the stronger the scent of salt mixed into the breeze. The cries of seagulls became audible over the sounds of the road and the streaming wind and was finally joined by the crashing of waves when we pulled into a parking spot and got out of the car. Taking along the heavy duty flashlight he always kept in the passenger seat footwell, I led Eli to the mouth of the cave, explaining what Nettie and I had seen along the way. He looked commendably calm, simply turning on the torch and entering alongside me.
The tunnels were just as damp, dim and quiet as the last time. Before long, we had reached the spacious canyon room with the lake at the bottom. "I want to go across and see if there's anything important in the rest of the grotto back there," I reminded him. "Please hold on to your bearings."
"I'm not repeating your mistakes," he replied gamely. "What do you think? This oughta be connected to the ocean somehow." He let the beam of the torch roam the mirror-like surface of the lake. It seemed almost deceptively quiet. My eyes followed the lengthy stone ledge. Eli stepped close, and after receiving a nod of approval, he grabbed me around the waist and hoisted me onto the rocky protrusion. I straightened up, instantly pressing my back against the wall. A wave of nausea hit me as I glanced at the water below. "Chill," Elijah muttered, climbing after me with ease. "Nothing will happen. You're not gonna fall."
I merely shook my head. "You didn't see what's down there."
"And I won't, because we'll be careful," he answered steadfastly.
I started walking, the warm light of the torch upon my back, illuminating the path ahead. The shelf narrowed as we reached the end. I swiftly clambered down, relieved to place my feet on wider, solid ground once more. Now looking over the lake from the other side, it had an entirely different feel to it. It seemed darker somehow, but also less big—I attributed it to the change in perspective. We were standing in a cramped little nook with two passageways leading off into separate directions behind us. Elijah Carter eyed them pensively. “Which do you reckon?”
I pursed my lips. “The right one. Because it’s right.”
“Makes sense.”
We proceeded into the passage, the tight space pushing us closer together. He had to duck his head, uncomfortably hunching his shoulders, and for once, I was grateful for my own short stature. The corridor seemed to go on forever. The darkness and silence created a feel of unnatural solitude, and for more than once, I got the distinct impression that I must have jumped dimensions again. It was as though Elijah and I were enclosed in some kind of bubble, cut off from everything outside; a place where time was a foreign concept and the only sun was our flashlight. Needless to say, I was distinctly uneasy. I allowed myself to lean back, brushing against Eli’s chest whenever I could. Eventually, I cleared my throat.
“Could you touch me?”
“What?”
“Just so I still know you’re there.”
His palm came to rest on my shoulder, his thumb digging into one of the tense, painfully rigid muscles of my upper back, forcing it to soften. “Good?”
“Yes, thank you.”
He hummed. “You’re scared.”
“Yes.”
“Me, too.”
This caused my resolve to falter. “Maybe we should turn around after all,” I said quietly. “Who knows how much longer—”
“Look.”
I perked up. Before us, the tunnel grew wider, opening into a large, spacious room. We picked up our pace, tackling the remaining distance in a light jog, and finally found ourselves standing in another hall. The beam of light traveled the floor and high walls, revealing a sight that took our breath away. We were standing in front of another lake, only slightly smaller than the last. The water glittered in violet hues and strange, pale plants climbed up the walls, some of them looking rather like starfish. Multiple rocky protrusions formed an almost complete bridge across its middle. With a bit of light climbing, we'd undoubtedly be able to get to the other side. Wordlessly, Elijah Carter swung himself up onto the platform closest to the edge of the water, pulling me up after him. The flashlight switched hands a couple times as we maneuvered ourselves along.
Soon, we reached the middle of the lake. I risked a glance at the water below. All was still and perfectly quiet. Eli was about to take on the next rock when suddenly, I felt something heavy and gooey drip onto my head from above. I flinched, then slowly pointed the torch up to the ceiling. My stomach dropped. My throat had turned paper-dry, and I frantically tugged on Eli’s arm. He tipped his head back, following my pointing finger. His eyes blew wide and his face fell.
There was a creature clinging to the high walls, its pale, enormous body describing a streamline curve as it pressed itself against the hollowed stone. The closest thing I can compare it to would be a sort of olm, except probably a hundred times larger. Its snout looked large enough to swallow either of us whole. It hung open, secreting a thick fluid that slowly dripped down to hit the rocks or create ripples upon the water. Its blind eyes seemed to be trained on us, and I could spot tiny, sharp teeth lining its maw. It wasn’t moving, not even an inch, but somehow, I knew it was aware of us.
I looked up at Elijah, the panic in his eyes mirroring mine. Both of us had freezed up mid-motion, not daring to take another step. My mind was running wild; I was thinking feverishly. We’d have to turn around for sure, but how? The olm was already highly alert, if we were to start scrambling back to solid ground, it would undoubtedly hear us straight away. Eli looked equal parts terrified and furious, and I could tell he was scolding himself for not thinking to check the entirety of the room before proceeding across the lake. I could understand the sentiment, we’d definitely made a grave mistake. I figured it had been the misleading beauty of the cave hall that had taken our edge off. Glancing over into the direction we’d come from, I found myself wishing to be back in the endless dark corridor. The entrance to the passage seemed miles away.
The olm lifted a three-toed foot, shifting its massive form to a lower spot on the wall. It was taking a tentative step towards us, extending its snout as its body bent into our direction. Elijah had grabbed onto my arm, his fingers clamping around it like a vice. He stayed silent and unmoving, but he held my gaze with clear, sharp eyes.
“Don’t move,” I mouthed, and he gave me a curt nod.
Slowly, I reached around to push my shirt out of the way of my unfurling tentacles. Elijah took a quiet step back to make room for my changing form, something of a resolute expression settling on his face. I opened my mouth, relieved when my teeth acted according to my will and elongated. I didn’t know to what extent I would be able to defend against this absolute giant of an amphibian, but at least it would give us a chance. I took a deep breath, trading glances with Eli once more before darting off to the side, bounding onto the platform next to our current one. Elijah followed suit, grabbing onto one of the limbs I extended to him for support. Despite the swiftness of our movements, we were anything but quiet, and the olm reacted in an instant. It slithered down from the wall, sinking into the lake below to make its way to the rocks we were standing on. As we headed for the next stone, it darted out of the water, splashing wildly as its snout breached the surface. Its jaws snapped at us, missing me by a mere foot as I jumped across the gap between the protrusions. Droplets flew as the creature dropped once more, but instead of retreating, it swam around the platform. Its massive, snake-like body was bobbing up and down as it circled us.
“Oh fuck,” Elijah breathed, his chest heaving. “Keep going! Move, move!”
I took a short running start, then flung myself onto the next rock, using my extra limbs to land safely. I then helped him cross again. The olm rose from the depths of the lake once again, and I lashed at it with one of my tentacles, hitting it on the snout and forcing it to dive underwater again. We kept working our way back towards the other side of the lake, slipping and sliding as we went. The water surrounding us seemed to hum with unrestrained energy, the white salamander’s tail whipping up waves and splashing around. We were finally getting close to solid ground again, or at least it looked like we were for a moment. That’s when the creature took a massive leap, draping itself over the final stepping stone, effectively blocking our path.
“Shit,” Eli hissed beside me as we came to a skittering halt.
I’d have to try and fight this thing. There was no way around it now. I clenched my sweat-laced palms into fist, trying to slow my rapid, shallow breaths. I can do this, I said to myself. All I’d have to do is send it back into the lake for long enough so we could run back into the tunnel. There was no way the olm would fit through the passage—once we were in there, we’d be relatively safe. I stared at the dripping, writhing animal; stared at its bared needle teeth, and the less hopeful, more realistic part of my brain told me that I would, indeed, probably not be able to do this. Just as I was contemplating the degree of our screwed-ness, an unseen someone called out from behind us. I didn’t understand a word they were saying, but I recognized the language, and more importantly, the voice.
It was bright as a bell, girlish but with a rough, warm edge. Even before I could turn to face her, I knew who it was.
The gigantic amphibian perked up at the sound, lowering its head and withdrawing into the murky depths with a splash. Elijah Carter let go of a long-held breath, dropping his shoulders before tensing up again, realization setting in. He shot me a look of utter disbelief.
“Wow,” the newcomer spoke up again, this time not in the tongue of the deep ones. “You two have to be actually crazy or something to show up here.”
X
1
2: deadbeat roommate
3: creepy crush
4: relocation
5: beach concert
6: First date
7: Temp work
8: roommate talk
9: a dismal worldview
10: warehouse
11: staircase
12: explanation
13: hurt
14: hospital
15: ocean
16: diner
17: government work
18: something in the caves
19: shopping cart
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2023.06.01 00:22 AlphaBladeYiII My take on Han and Leia's wedding.

Leia Organa was a great many things, depending on the setting.
To the rebellion, she was a General. A leader who'd run countless operations for Intelligence and other divisions. She was someone who'd served The Alliance diligently since her days as a spy in the Imperial senate. And to the nascent New Republic, she was a politician. Someone who would lead in a different way, and begin the long overdue process of rebuilding. Someone who would champion the rights and lives of people, and work to make those lives better.
But to those who remained of her people, Leia Organa was a princess.
As the last survivor of Alderaan's royalty, Leia was the keeper of her world's culture, history and traditions. To the remaining Alderaanians, she was not merely a leader, but also a symbol and a beacon that'd rallied them from across the stars towards a new home in the colony of New Alderaan on Dantooine. And Leia didn't miss the symbolism of the choice.
A world primarily covered in grasslands, lakes and rivers; what Dantooine lacked in Alderaan's once-famous mountain ranges, it made up for with its pleasant nature and fertile soil. How the planet avoided being turned into an agriworld for so long, Leia didn't know. But she certainly wasn't complaining.
The population of Dantooine had always been small, consisting mainly of single-family settlements and small communities. Hence why the colony of New Alderaan, built at the site of the rebellion's long-gone temporary base, had quickly become the largest settlement on the planet by far. The colony consisted of a beautiful city that incorporated every aspect of Alderaanian architecture, with several farms surrounding its outskirts. Said farms focused especially on the now-rare Alderaanian cattle and crops, to say nothing of the preservation centers dedicated to restoring Alderaanian flora and fauna in every way available.
Her people had wanted to crown her as Queen in place of her late mother, but Leia had declined. For as Queen, she would have to dedicate herself fully to New Alderaan, and Leia knew that she wouldn't be able to do that for a very long time. Although she didn't miss the irony of both her mothers holding the title of Queen at some point.
Nevertheless, today was an important day for the survivors or Alderaan.
Leia sat in the chamber she'd been assigned as a dressing room in New Alderaan's great hall, the white dress she wore practically gleaming. She'd chosen the same one she'd worn for the celebration on Yavin IV all those years ago, on the day where she'd presented those medals to the two men who would go on to become the most important people in her life. It was a day both deeply painful and hopeful. A day on which she lost and gained almost everything in her life.
"If you're nervous, remember that Han is probably producing enough sweat to fill Mon Cala's oceans." Her maid-of-honor quipped, almost finished with her hair. Leia chuckled and did her best to keep her head still. She and her oldest friend had settled on her wearing her hair down, with some Alderaanian flowers embedded into its curls and small braids.
"I'm not nervous, Winter." The Princess said. "Although I'm certain Chewie is barely keeping him from freaking out."
"Can't say I blame him." Her old friend said with a grin. "The Princess and The Scoundrel. Almost feels out of a bedtime story."
Leia's smile turned bittersweet. Her life was certainly no fairytale, nor had she ever been a storybook Princess. Back when they were kids, people would often mistake Winter for the princess because of her natural grace and poise, which contrasted Leia's somewhat cantankerous personality. Her antics had given everyone hell for a long time back then, creating numerous amusing memories that she currently cherished.
The door to the room opened, admitting Evaan Verlaine. A tall, blonde Alderaanian pilot, Verlaine was both a decorated hero of Yavin and a close friend. "Everything is set, your highness. And I'm telling you this now before anything starts: If Solo ever does something you don't like, come to me."
Leia turned to face Verlaine just as Winter finished. "I think Chewbacca already has that covered, but I appreciate the offer..." The Princess said, noting the highly unusual sight that was Evaan in a dress. Although she wore the bright yellow garment well, Leia suspected that her friend didn't entirely enjoy her current attire.
Everything felt suffocating to Han, from the decently-sized dressing room, to the fancy suit he didn't feel comfortable in. Even Chewie's reassuring hands on his shoulders weren't much of a help.
It was happening. It was really, truly happening. The most amazing woman in the Galaxy was about to become his wife, and he couldn't be more scared. He'd faced Darth Vader, torture and the full might of the Empire, but today was somehow the most scared he'd ever been.
"I haven't seen you like that since the job on Denon." Lando said with his trademark suaveness, seeing through Han's evidently unconvincing calm. "Don't worry. I'm sure Leia's more reasonable than Sana."
Normally, Han would've had a scathing reply to his old friend's joke, but his mind was simply not functioning normally at the moment. He was terrified and knew why. He was afraid of not being good enough a husband or a father. Of messing things up. But he was also done letting those fears stop him.
He loved Leia. More than he loved anyone or nothing in his entire life. And he would do his damndest to be the man she deserved.
The door opened to admit the young man who would soon be his brother-in-law. "Looking great, Luke." Lando said. And coming from the most fashionable man in the rebellion, that meant a lot. By that point, Han had given up on counting how many capes Lando had.
"Thanks, Lando." Luke said cheerily "How's the groom doing?"
Lando chuckled, "Exactly as expected."
"That bad, huh?"
"Are you two going to do something useful, or should I have Chewie show you the door?"
Lando showed his palms. "Easy, old pal. We're just trying to cheer you up. You know it's normal to be stressed on your big day."
Han snorted. "As if you would ever know."
Lando chuckled again. "You got me. It'll be a dark day before anyone tied this old scoundrel down. I'd never have it in me to leave behind so many broken hearts."
Han finally smiled. "Always loved your modesty, old pal."
Not that the Corellian didn't know his share of women in the days since leaving Corellia. But aside from Leia, he had only over loved one woman, and that bond hadn't ended the way he hoped at all. Thankfully, Leia and Q'ira couldn't be more different.
"There's nothing to fear, Han." Luke said, seeing through his facade as usual. "No one and nothing makes Leia happy more than you do. And you're both no longer the people I met all those years ago. You're made for each other now."
Somehow, Luke's words seemed to get to him, pacifying his raging mind. "You're not using the force to calm me down, are you?" the former smuggler asked jokingly.
Luke smirked. "I would only do that as a last resort. And only because Leia would kill us all if the wedding doesn't go as planned."
The ballroom of the Great Hall had a beige-and-sky-blue color scheme that worked well with the natural light passing through the skylight. The chamber had been hastily modified by adding a central podium and wide seats arranged in concentric circles to accommodate the guests. A part of the Alderaanian traditions, this arrangement was done to evoke the oneness of the union.
Luke stood behind the groom, alongside Chewbacca and Lando. The Wookiee's fur was surprisingly well-groomed, and Lando looked as dashing as ever in his dark blue suit and cape. Luke had opted for a simple black suit with a white tunic underneath, not unlike the one he wore at Ktath'atn. Although that wasn't a memory he wanted to relive at the moment.
The ceremonies, both Alderaanian and Corellian, were nearly finished by now. The Wedding was being officiated by a pontifex of the Brotherhood of Cognizance, a monastic order of the Naboo faith system. The elderly man had been sent by the Queen of Naboo herself at Leia's request, and she'd told Luke that it was her way of honoring their mother on their special day.
Behind Leia, stood three of her closest friends: her childhood friend Winter Retrac, pilot Evaan Verlaine and smuggler Sana Starros. Luke didn't miss the irony of Sana's presence, given the fact that she had once been briefly involved with Han herself. All three women looked beautiful, but none more so than his sister. And Luke suspected that the sheer joy he sensed from her contributed to her breathtaking beauty today.
And as he looked at his sister and the man who was like a brother to him, Luke saw their future. Not through The Force, but through the love they all shared.
Their path wouldn't be easy, because nothing worth it was ever easy. They were both beings of fire, with heads that could be as hard as solid rock. But they loved each other deeply. And no matter the spats and arguments, they will always find their way back to each other at the end of the day.
It was a rather simple wedding, considering it was for a Princess. But it had nearly everyone from their remaining loved ones, and that was what truly mattered. Nevertheless, there were many people they wished could be there. People who had become one with The Force a long time ago.
Luke frowned as a strange expression crossed Leia's face for a moment, but it softened again as a bittersweet smile crossed it. Following her line of sight, Luke found himself adapting a similar smile.
For in one corner of the room, handsome and bright, stood their father with a grin on his face.
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2023.06.01 00:17 cottoneyedtoe [REQ] ($650)-(#Salt Lake City, UT, USA) (repay $800 6/16-6/17/2023) Venmo, PayPal, CASHAPP

Medical issues and a family emergency fell right before rent and I am short half of rent!!! I’ll be able to repay on the 15th to 17th when my next check comes, I just got caught in a bad spot
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2023.06.01 00:13 CheetahAdventurous58 UFC 291

I copped tickets to UFC 291 in Salt Lake City. Im probably gonna solo trip it from Washington State so if anyone is also going and wants to link up to get a few drinks or something to eat during fight weekend lmk. Also a 22 Old Male if that helps anybody.
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2023.06.01 00:10 illwillzine Drain at the Drain show in Salt Lake City

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2023.06.01 00:03 AutoNewspaperAdmin [Local] - 2 hurt when small plane crashes into truck on turnpike ramp near Capital City Airport Pgh Tribune-Review

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2023.06.01 00:00 Pipboy3500 Why Salt Lake City wants to add 10K new housing units in the next 5 years

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2023.05.31 23:58 Astralkid12 Gong on a trip here. Stuff to do?

I'm going on a three-week trip from Boston to San Diego. I'm going to Idaho falls, and I'm curious to know what I can do here. I'm going in 3 to 5 hour "chunks" to make the drive easier. I should be arriving at 12 AM in late July or early or mid August, and leaving at about 8. How safe is it? I'm 14 and going with mom if that affects stuff btw.
Spreadsheet for the places we're going:
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2023.05.31 23:51 AutoNewsAdmin [Local] - 2 hurt when small plane crashes into truck on turnpike ramp near Capital City Airport

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2023.05.31 23:32 Ok-Supermarket4492 Introducing Seattle City Council Newsletter

Hi everyone! My name is Sharon, and I am a college student interested in civic engagement and politics. I have been working on a project with some other students to make the Seattle City Council meetings more accessible by putting them into short summaries. My friend Rachel and George has posted previously about it, and I am continuing this group project. I have put an example from last week below, though the real thing has a bit more formatting that doesn't translate into Reddit.
This project is relatively new, so we would really appreciate any feedback you may have and hope to make it as informative and accessible as possible! If you're interested in getting these newsletters every week, please click here: https://forms.gle/Yxo5fevVhVWmwcB78.
Example newsletter:
Seattle City Council Meeting Summaries - Week of May 22
Council Briefing 5/22/2023 (Duration: 1h50min)
Council Meeting 5/23/2023 (Duration: 2h56min)
Councilmember Updates
Legislation Updates
State Legislation Update: The Office of Intergovernmental Relations (OIR) director Gael Tarleton, State Relations Director Samir Junejo, and State Legislative Liaison Anna Johnson gave a presentation on legislation regarding climate and environment, healthcare and behavioral health, housing and homelessness, labor and commerce, public safety, drug possession and treatment, social programs and education, the capital budget, transportation.
Proclamations:
Public Comments:
Resources:
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2023.05.31 23:31 valuevillagegf How to narrow down school list

I'm trying to narrow down my list of grad programs to apply to but am overwhelmed by all the things I need to take into consideration, specifically non-academic related variables (i.e. cost of living of area, safety, job market, etc.).
This is the not-so-short shortlist I have right now. Any insight or intel anyone may have about the school and program as well as the city would be greatly appreciated.
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George Mason University (English, Concentration in Professional and Technical Writing)
University at Albany, SUNY (MLIS)
University of Minnesota (Rhetoric and Scientific and Technical Comm)
University of Wisconsin-Madison (MLIS)
University of Maryland (MLIS)
University of Denver (MLIS)
University of Washington (MLIS)
Portland State University (Professional and Technical Writing)
University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee (MLIS; English, Specialization in Professional Writing)
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Background: I graduated from Utah State University in 2021 with my B.A. in English (emphasis: Professional & Technical Writing). I was involved in student radio, was a TA for a class, and worked at the campus library for two years and the graduate studies office for about two years. I didn't do any research outside of class projects/papers but research is something I'm interested in for grad school. The GPA I graduated with was 3.74. I haven't taken the GRE and would rather not take it. I lived in Logan during college and now live in Salt Lake City but work in Lehi. I loved Logan but want somewhere a bit more city-like. Salt Lake City is nice but feels like a big town rather than a city.
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2023.05.31 23:31 Ok-Supermarket4492 Introducing Seattle City Council Newsletter

Hi everyone! My name is Sharon, and I am a college student interested in civic engagement and politics. I have been working on a project with some other students to make the Seattle City Council meetings more accessible by putting them into short summaries. I have put an example from last week below, though the real thing has a bit more formatting that doesn't translate into Reddit.
This project is relatively new, so we would really appreciate any feedback you may have and hope to make it as informative and accessible as possible! If you're interested in getting these newsletters every week, please click here: https://forms.gle/Yxo5fevVhVWmwcB78.
Example newsletter:
Seattle City Council Meeting Summaries - Week of May 22
Council Briefing 5/22/2023 (Duration: 1h50min)
Council Meeting 5/23/2023 (Duration: 2h56min)
Councilmember Updates
Legislation Updates
State Legislation Update:The Office of Intergovernmental Relations (OIR) director Gael Tarleton, State Relations Director Samir Junejo, and State Legislative Liaison Anna Johnson gave a presentation on legislation regarding climate and environment, healthcare and behavioral health, housing and homelessness, labor and commerce, public safety, drug possession and treatment, social programs and education, the capital budget, transportation.
Proclamations:
Public Comments:
Resources:
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2023.05.31 23:29 Ok-Supermarket4492 Introducing Seattle City Council Newsletter

Hi Reddit! My name is Sharon, and I am a college student interested in civic engagement and politics. I have been working on a project with some other students to make the Seattle City Council meetings more accessible by putting them into short summaries. My friend Rachel and George has posted previously about it, and I am continuing this group project. I have put an example from last week below, though the real thing has a bit more formatting that doesn't translate into Reddit.
This project is relatively new, so we would really appreciate any feedback you may have and hope to make it as informative and accessible as possible! If you're interested in getting these newsletters every week, please click here: https://forms.gle/Yxo5fevVhVWmwcB78.
Example newsletter:
Seattle City Council Meeting Summaries - Week of May 22
Council Briefing 5/22/2023 (Duration: 1h50min)
Council Meeting 5/23/2023 (Duration: 2h56min)
Councilmember Updates
Legislation Updates
State Legislation Update: The Office of Intergovernmental Relations (OIR) director Gael Tarleton, State Relations Director Samir Junejo, and State Legislative Liaison Anna Johnson gave a presentation on legislation regarding climate and environment, healthcare and behavioral health, housing and homelessness, labor and commerce, public safety, drug possession and treatment, social programs and education, the capital budget, transportation.
Proclamations:
Public Comments:
Resources:
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2023.05.31 23:26 Ok-Supermarket4492 Introducing Seattle City Council Newsletter

Hi Reddit! My name is Sharon, and I am a college student interested in civic engagement and politics. I have been working on a project with some other students to make the Seattle City Council meetings more accessible by putting them into short summaries. I have put an example from last week below, though the real thing has a bit more formatting that doesn't translate into Reddit.
This project is relatively new, so we would really appreciate any feedback you may have and hope to make it as informative and accessible as possible! If you're interested in getting these newsletters every week, please click here: https://forms.gle/Yxo5fevVhVWmwcB78.
Example newsletter:
Seattle City Council Meeting Summaries - Week of May 22
Council Briefing 5/22/2023 (Duration: 1h50min)
Council Meeting 5/23/2023 (Duration: 2h56min)
Councilmember Updates
Legislation Updates
State Legislation Update: The Office of Intergovernmental Relations (OIR) director Gael Tarleton, State Relations Director Samir Junejo, and State Legislative Liaison Anna Johnson gave a presentation on legislation regarding climate and environment, healthcare and behavioral health, housing and homelessness, labor and commerce, public safety, drug possession and treatment, social programs and education, the capital budget, transportation.
Proclamations:
Public Comments:
Resources:
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2023.05.31 23:24 Ok-Supermarket4492 Seattle City Council Newsletter

Hi everyone! My name is Sharon, and I am a college student interested in civic engagement and politics. I have been working on a project with some other students to make the Seattle City Council meetings more accessible by putting them into short summaries. My friend Rachel has posted previously about it, and I am continuing this group project. I have put an example from last week below, though the real thing has a bit more formatting that doesn't translate into Reddit.
This project is relatively new, so we would really appreciate any feedback you may have and hope to make it as informative and accessible as possible! If you're interested in getting these newsletters every week, please click here: https://forms.gle/Yxo5fevVhVWmwcB78.
Example newsletter:
Seattle City Council Meeting Summaries - Week of May 22
Council Briefing 5/22/2023 (Duration: 1h50min)
Council Meeting 5/23/2023 (Duration: 2h56min)
Councilmember Updates
Legislation Updates
State Legislation Update: The Office of Intergovernmental Relations (OIR) director Gael Tarleton, State Relations Director Samir Junejo, and State Legislative Liaison Anna Johnson gave a presentation on legislation regarding climate and environment, healthcare and behavioral health, housing and homelessness, labor and commerce, public safety, drug possession and treatment, social programs and education, the capital budget, transportation.
Proclamations:
Public Comments:
Resources:
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2023.05.31 23:21 McTavisch Itinerary Check - 8 days in Sept (Tokyo - Kyoto - Hakone)

Hi everyone,
All of the information on this subreddit has been invaluable in creating our tentative itinerary. We are going to be celebrating our honeymoon by spending 10 days (2 travel and 8 full days) in Japan then on to Bali. Any feedback is appreciated including suggestions on where stay in Tokyo. TIA. Mon 9/11 - Cali > Tokyo
Tue 9/12 - Tokyo
Wed 9/13 - Tokyo
Thu 9/14 - Kyoto
Fri 9/15 - Kyoto
Sat 9/16 - Kyoto
Sun 9/17 - Hakone
Mon 9/18 - Tokyo
Tue 9/19 - Tokyo
Wed 9/20 - Tokyo
Thu 9/21 - Tokyo > Bali
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2023.05.31 23:18 AslandusTheLaster Dating a necromancer

Original prompt: [WP] "There are only two things I can't explain with science, Magic & What happens after death, which makes dating a necromancer really trying at times." (link)
I could feel the sun tickling my face before I even woke up. It took a moment to register what time it was, but then I snapped awake when I realized I was going to be late for work. Why hadn't my alarm gone off?
It didn't matter, I quickly got dressed and brushed my hair before rushing down the stairs. Graham was busy in the kitchen, while Marv was sitting at the table.
"Hey Susie! Time for breakfast!" Marv shouted to me as I ran down the stairs.
"No time, I'm going to be late for work! I'll just grab something on the way!" I shouted, grabbing my keys out of the bowl near the door as I ran.
"Work? But it's Satur-" Marv shouted, though I didn't hear the end of his statement due to slamming the door behind me.
Having no time to delay, I climbed into the car and pulled out of the driveway, checking my phone one last time before I began driving properly. Then I sighed, pulled back into the driveway, got out of my car and walked back inside.
"It's Saturday. The lab's closed," I said.
"Indeed, Miss Susanna. Would you like some Blue Raspberry pancakes?" Graham asked, despite his skeletal body lacking both respiratory system and vocal cords. While I had asked him in the past what he remembered about being dead, he always said it was nothing, but he did suggest that it might have just been that his "living thoughts" were so loud that they drowned out his "soul thoughts", whatever that meant.
"Yes please," I said, sitting down at the table. Graham began piling blueberry pancakes on my plate, smearing a layer of raspberry jam between each one, and topping the pile with a pad of butter. As I began cutting into the stack, Marv passed the syrup to me, which I poured over the carved out chunk before putting it in my mouth.
"So I was thinking we might go to the movies some time this afternoon, and maybe go out to eat this evening," Marv said.
I finished chewing before responding, saying, "That's unusually lavish, considering you use skeletal ravens and a tape recorder to send messages instead of just buying a cell phone like everyone else. Are we celebrating something?"
"Of course! It's our anniversary!" Marv said. I paused for a moment, finishing another bite of pancakes.
"What? No, that's next week," I said.
"Next Wednesday is the anniversary of our first date, today is the anniversary of the day you agreed to that date," Marv said.
"Of course you'd remember that, you colossal dork," I said, snickering. "Well, I'm certainly game, especially since I might not have next Wednesday off..."
As we got back to wolfing down our sweet, fluffy, fruit-stuffed breakfast, I got a text message on my phone. Glancing at it, I couldn't help but sigh before turning back to Marv.
"Sorry to bring this up on our anniversary, but how's the job search going?" I asked.
"Meh, not great. Turns out necromancy isn't a very marketable skill, given that the most obvious thing it qualifies you for is exterminating entire cities," Marv said. "And I don't really have any other skills to speak of."
I had a bit of trouble believing that, given the creativity he seemed to have in abusing his magic to a far greater degree than any mage I was aware of.
"Is this a question of finances? If so, I would remind you that I don't actually require payment, Miss Susanna, as I have no physical needs and live here with you two," Graham said. "I typically donate most of my paycheck to the local food bank anyway."
"That's not the issue, Graham. Marv's mother just texted me," I said. "She said, and I quote, 'Tell my deadbeat son to get a job or he's getting disinherited'."
"I'm sure there is some labor management task you could get, Master Marvin," Graham said. "After all, you do have a theoretically endless supply of free labor."
"I'm not going to be a slave driver, Graham, no matter what my peers might think is appropriate or how willing my underlings are to work for free," Marv said. "But I do want to know why my mother is texting you."
"Probably because you don't have a phone," I said. "Plus, you never respond to her letters."
"Hm, fair enough," Marv said, taking another bite of his pancakes. He took a moment, observing that he was only a third of the way through the stack. before looking up at me. "Oof, this is a lot of pancakes. How about something fresh for a palate cleanser?"
He waved his hand over the table, reviving the wood and causing a branch to emerge, sprouting an apple despite all logic and biological science saying it shouldn't. He plucked the apple and tossed it to Graham, who quickly chopped it into slices and arranged them on our plates.
"Hey, here's an idea, how about you come work at the labs? I'd love to get a chance to actually study how that magic of yours works," I said.
I half doubted he'd agree, even under the circumstances. Even at the best of times, he was usually unwilling to share any information about how his magic worked, but it was worth a shot. Marv did consider the offer for a few seconds before responding.
"Sure, beats working retail," he said.
"Well it was worth a- Wait, did you say yes?" I asked.
"Yes. I mean, it sounds like kind of a pain, literally nobody seems to be capable of comprehending this stuff when I explain it, but weighed against being cut out of the family will, it's worth a shot," Marv said. "Besides, how bad could working alongside my girlfriend be?"
"Great! I'll start the process on Monday," I said.
"Then I guess that just leaves one question, Susie," Marv said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"What movie do you want to see today?" he asked.
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2023.05.31 23:04 ktasay r/MLS power rankings for Wk 15

Only 9 replies to this week's rankings so if you don't like where your team is you only have yourselves to blame. Full data.
W13 Pos W14 Pos Team W13 avg W14 avg
1 1 Cincinnati 1.55 1.33
2 2 Los Angeles 1.6 2.14
3 3 Nashville 4.05 3.29
6 4 Philadelphia 6.35 4.43
5 5 Seattle 5.63 5.14
7 6 St. Louis 6.5 5.57
4 7 New England 4.37 6.29
8 8 Dallas 7.65 7.86
9 9 Atlanta 8.6 10.57
13 10 Orlando 13.1 11.29
16 11 Charlotte 15.65 12
12 12 Columbus 12.42 14
10 13 San Jose 11.53 14.43
14 14 Minnesota 14.25 14.57
11 15 D.C. 12.05 15.43
17 16 Houston 17.74 15.57
15 17 Vancouver 15.05 16.14
23 18 Montreal 22 18.14
25 19 Chicago 23.32 18.8
19 20 Portland 18.35 19.57
22 21 New York (RB) 20.95 19.86
20 22 Austin 20.25 20.43
24 23 Salt Lake 22.37 21
18 24 New York City 18.11 21.86
27 25 Toronto 26.85 25.29
28 26 Kansas City 27.37 25.57
21 27 Miami 20.3 26.57
26 28 Colorado 25.39 27.57
29 29 L.A. (Gal) 28.75 29
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2023.05.31 22:59 AslandusTheLaster Dungeon Master Dredge

Original prompt: [WP] As a top dungeon master of one of the underworld’s many hells a competitor challenges you with a new charge. However every punishment has failed. They swam the lake of fire unharmed. And turned the 7th circle into anger management. You interrogate the newcomer. (link)
Entertainment definitely isn't the first thing that comes to mind when people think about eternal damnation, but damn if it wasn't important. Even tormented souls could end up getting bored if left in the same agonizing torture for too long, and boredom led to complacency that led to... well, not suffering as much. It was doubly important for management, as we didn't even have the thrill of being eaten by wasps or having the flesh burned off our bodies to keep us busy. As such, among the dungeon masters of the underworld, there was something of a competition to see who could come up with the most dastardly torment for the wretched spawn left in our "care", with some token prizes for being the nastiest and most creative.
I was currently the champion, the sheer variety of torments I managed to pack into my domain was beyond compare. After all, who else had the sheer sadistic wherewithal to expose victims to (warning: yuck)steadily increasing temperatures while covered in acid-spitting maggots, such that the creatures burrowed into the flesh of the victims before dying and rapidly decaying within their flesh?. Still, I did admire the gumption of some of my coworkers.
As it happened, during one busy day of orchestrating torments, I received a message. The standard manner of sending messages was, of course, to brand them into the flesh of a damned soul then fire them from a cannon or catapult to their intended destination. This too was something of a competition, and it was impressive that I actually had to duck to avoid being plonked in the head by the flailing body.
The message itself was of interest as well. Lord Carbine had apparently had trouble with a soul who seemed immune to torture. It had even been causing quite a lot of problems for her because of the way she went about tormenting those under her watch. I actually considered Carbine one of my greatest rivals, her idea of creating an entire mini-society designed to drove those within it to constant stress and paranoia was downright diabolical, if a bit of a slow burn. Hell, it also meant her victims were basically torturing each other for the most part, so she had plenty of free time. Still, I assumed it would be a rather simple request, and branded the word "ACCEPT" across the messenger's groin, right below the long and elaborate message that had been etched into his torso.
Obviously he cried out in agony, especially when my minions dragged him to the cannon on his already-broken ankles, but I went about my business as usual. Really, he should've considered this before he murdered all those people.
When the new arrival entered, he wasn't delivered from the ferry in chains like most souls, nor did he float up from the inky wells as one who fell from the neutral zone would. No, he fell from the sky, most likely due to being fired from a message cannon.
Strangely, he wasn't screaming, but was shouting "WHEEEEEEEE" as he flew through the air. He struck the ground hard, but quickly started laughing as the dust cleared. No injuries, not even a scratch on his exposed skin. I quickly gestured for my minions to grab him, and began throwing him into various tortures.
The hall of blades did nothing, they just poked his skin without doing any damage. Given that he reacted by laughing, I had to assume he was ticklish as well. The pit of centipedes just skittered across him without actually biting or stinging him. In fact, he started falling asleep before he was dragged out. The lake of fire didn't do anything, for some reason the viscous fluid just didn't stick. The Kremlocks didn't try to stab him with their jagged spears, disembowel him, or even kick up some game involving throwing things at him, instead they apparently decided to start a musical number. Even the acid-spitting maggots just sort of gave him an exfoliation treatment instead of tormenting him.
Finally, I'd seen enough. Days of planning and failed torture, and now hours of frustration, it was time to bring out the last resort: Talking to him like an actual human being. My minions dragged him down to a meeting room, leaving him with a glass of water. It was salt water, of course, but he didn't seem to mind.
I left him for an hour to let him stew before entering, but he still seemed quite chipper when I arrived.
"So... you're the soul that's been giving everyone trouble?" I asked. Rhetorically, of course.
"Trouble? I don't want to cause trouble for anybody," he said. "Also, the name's John."
"Then why don't any of the punishments seem to work on you?" I asked.
"Oh, because I'm not meant to be here," John said.
"Right, you and every other soul in this place. Turns out nobody belongs in hell, who knew?" I said.
"I'm sure that's what they say, but I'm serious. I'm not here for torment, so the torment won't affect me. I just came to deliver a message. Is there an Oscar Cromwell around?" John asked.
"Oscar Cromwell? That was my name back when I was alive," I said. "I go by Dredge now."
"Ah, how fortunate! Claudia Cromwell had a message for you," John said.
"My mother? Is she here somewhere?" I asked.
"Oh no, she's my next door neighbor up in the Sunnyvale province of heaven, but she wanted to extend an invitation to you to her birthday... last week. Oh dear, it seems I got a little distracted..." John said. "I'm sure she'd still love to see you though."
"Wait, we can get deliveries from heaven down here?" I asked.
"Oh yes, but it's quite rare for those up above to send things down here," he said. "Honestly, it took me a few days to even realize you were down here, I'd assumed you must've been in purgatory given that Claudia was your mother."
"Okay, putting those rather rude presumptions aside: I might be management, but I'm still in hell. How exactly would I go about visiting heaven?" I asked.
"Oh, the invitation will bring you there," he said, handing me a postcard bearing the image of an idyllic small town. The words "wish you were here" were printed across it in a generic faux-cursive font. "Anyway, I've got to go, I've got more deliveries I was meant to have done days ago!"
With that, John left the room and began jogging outside. He put his fingers in his mouth and let out a sharp whistle as he ran, a Pegasus flying down alongside him after a minute. John hopped onto the winged horse's back, and the two flew off into the sky.
I just stood there, quietly pondering exactly how a postcard was meant to get me to Sunnyvale. The material of the card appeared to be standard laminated paper and ink. Finally, I turned it over and found a small diagram of a door. It showed the card being used to swipe some kind of scanner next to the door, a scanner which didn't exist on any door in my region of hell. Visiting my mother was something I definitely wanted to do, she'd been dead for almost thirty years before I bit the big one and it had been years still since then, but it looked like it might have been difficult to do.
I already had business with other dungeon masters, so I made a mental note to check if any of them had scanners on doors within their domains. Then I came up with a strange plan, and swiped the card through the latch on the door, as if I was trying to break in. The door opened to a small suburban town, where people seemed to be going about whatever business they had. Since my wyvern was already being prepared to pick me up from other lands and could hopefully find his way to the heavens, I stepped through.
The people around immediately reacted to my presence, and not in particularly pleasant manner. Most politely averted their eyes from my nearly naked frame, as the loincloth I was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination, and the symbols painted on my skin didn't exactly make for a modest appearance. Some coughed or visibly held their breath as they got close to me, the acrid smell of the hells easily marking me as someone who didn't belong. It seemed the stench of several types of smoke, a cornucopia of harsh chemicals, burning tar, brimstone, and decay just didn't belong in the heavens.
Still, I asked one of the locals where to find Claudia Cromwell, and they pointed down the street toward a flower shop. A man was standing in front of the shop, a random townsperson who seemed to be pondering whether he wanted to enter or not. I simply shoved him aside, though instead of falling over he just slid along the ground on the soles of his shoes.
"My, how rude," I heard the man say as he walked over to the nearby bakery to ponder that instead. I could smell the delicious pastries inside from where I stood, but I didn't want to leave the pits unattended too long.
I ignored the comment and entered the shop. The door was far lighter than I thought it would be, so it swung wide and slammed against the doorstop under the force of my push. Everyone inside the shop jolted at my entry, which was a little embarrassing.
"Hello? Can we help you, sir?" the woman running the shop asked. She looked to be in her forties, but I recognized her immediately.
"Mom?" I asked. "Sorry, I missed the party."
"Oscar? My you've... changed," she said, clearly somewhat bothered by my general state of being.
"I was ten years old last time you saw me, so I'd certainly hope so," I said.
"Honey? Is this the son I've heard so much about?" asked a man wearing an apron emblazoned with the shop's logo.
"Ah, yes dear, this is little Oscar..." Claudia said. "Oscar, this is Richard. I know it might be a shock to see me with someone besides your father, but-"
"Oh no, dad's burning in hell right now. In fact, last time I saw him, that drunken lout was in Carbine's funhouse fighting to protect a Hawaiian shirt he didn't even like," I said with a chuckle. "I would've been more surprised if you'd held out this long waiting for him."
To be fair, that Hawaiian shirt was one of the nicer pieces of clothing the deprived populace of the funhouse had, but I still found it hilariously ironic since he'd always thought Hawaiian shirts were extremely tacky.
"Oscar! That's your father you're talking about!" my mother said.
"Sorry mom, but he didn't make any effort to hide what a shitty dude he was once you were gone. By the time I'd gotten news he'd drunk himself to death, I was just glad I wouldn't have to deal with him any more," I said.
"Oh, Oscar..." mom said.
She paused to process what I'd just said, but I felt like I needed to clear something up.
"Also, I'm not really Oscar anymore. These days I go by Dungeon Master Dredge, Lord of the Thirty-Third Pit of Hell, and/or Champion of Torment. Suffice to say, things didn't get much better after I left home," I said.
"Oh no... I'm so sorry, Oscar," my mother said, wrapping her arms around me. I carefully returned the hug, mindful of the fact that I wasn't sure whether I had some kind of super-strength or something. I could feel the shaking of her sobbing and tears dripping down my bare skin.
"It's okay, mom. On the bright side, I kept my nose clean and my chin high," I said. "...And hey, who knows? This town seems a bit sleepy to me, maybe I did get my eternal reward and torturing evil souls is just the purpose I was always looking for."
My mother released me from the hug, sniffling as she looked at me with red puffy eyes. "I-it's still good to see you, Oscar," she said. She quietly composed herself, drying her face and taking a look around the room. "Things have been good around here... I finally got to open that flower shop I always wanted... Oh, I should probably start introducing you to everyone. There's Sarah in the back there, Tim near the petunias..."
As she listed off more names, attempting to introduce everyone in the building to me, I noticed the clock on the wall.
"Uh oh, sorry mom. I'm supposed to talk to Dungeon Master Crack about some soul transfers in an hour," I said. "I've got to get moving or I'll be late."
"Okay, well don't let me keep you..." she said. "But make sure you come back sometime! I expect to properly catch up with my baby boy, and give you a taste of all the delicious goodies we've got around here!"
"Sure thing, mom. But maybe you should swing by the underworld next time, apparently the punishments are kind of fun if you're not meant to suffer from them," I said, waving as I left.
As I ran down the street, I raised my hand into the air and snapped my fingers. The sound hit the street like the clap of thunder, and my wyvern descended from the sky. Honestly, I'd assumed I would have to walk home, but it seemed that on this occasion, things had actually turned out right.
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2023.05.31 22:59 BaronUnderbheit Are these Mormon flying monkeys on Crumbl Cookies subreddit paid to troll me when I say anything about the church or their precious CEO?

Serious question... are they organized like with a central hub in Salt Lake City that sends 4 to 5 trolls to my thread when I try and talk about the LDS using false lawsuits to gain publicity? Do they have bots keeping my post at exactly 3 up votes?
Am I paranoid for thinking that once I menntioned a conspiracy that they would send someone who calls themselves a lawyer to say I might be on to something while subtly redirecting me away from the trail I was on?
Is it paranoid to assume they will show up in this subreddit too?
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2023.05.31 22:55 Binford6100User Golf lesson location/coach reccomendation needed.

Been playing on and off for a few years. Mostly in scrambles for company events, or to hang out and drink beer with buddies. Maybe 4-5 rounds a year. This year due to some medical issues I've abandoned a few of my other hobbies and have decided that golf is the thing. First time I've tried to actually get better at it instead of just showing up and swinging a club. I'm participating in a golf league with people at the company once a week. Hitting 9 holes right after work. I'm also hitting a bucket of balls a week before the league as practice time. Then a few Saturdays a month I'm playing 18 at various courses around town. I've gotten close to breaking 100 a few times, but I'm usually in the 115 range on 18 holes.
I made myself a deal that if I could play 9 holes and not lose my ball, I would get a new set of clubs. Well last week I played 9 holes and didn't lose my ball. Still shot a 53 on 9, and was often playing from the wrong fairway, but I didn't lose the ball. I'm currently playing with a second hand set of "Cougars" I found on Craigslist in '16 or so. I think I might have paid $100 for the full set and the bag. I also have a borrowed stiff shafted Callaway driver in the bag that is on loan from a friend. After I shot a 66 and lost 2 balls last night, I'm thinking it's not the clubs fault. Biggest issues are not getting off the tee box well (mostly slices in a big way), followed closely by anything lower than ~6 iron. I can hit the 7 up and the putter acceptably; Not great, but acceptably.
While I probably need clubs at this point, I'm thinking I might get more mileage from a few lessons first. Find someone that can analyze what I'm doing and help me make some corrections in what is clearly bad form. I started googling and found a dizzying array of places to get lessons, as well as people to get them from. I live in Southern, IN, but work over near the airport, so pretty much the entire city is OK, but closer to home is maybe better?!?!
Anyone have a reccomendation on a decent coach/instructor?
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2023.05.31 22:35 Alternative-Pumpkin9 Unwittingly Dangerous

Rekhji woke slowly, the dim light signaling the period between setting of the first sun and the rise of second. The silence and the semi darkness were a comfort, and he settled back into his pod, hoping to slip back into a deep sleep for a few more hours.
But a sound, so out of place that it was enough to wake him, plucked him from what was sure to be a very pleasant dream. The trees were creaking. Loudly. That meant wind. Wind meant a storm. A storm meant that either the weather control on this planet had failed or that a storm large enough to break through the system. Either would be catastrophic for his just budding crops.
Rekhji leapt from his bed, throwing the woven grass blanket over his sleeping partner, and rushed for the door, foregoing clothes for speed. Braced for the worst, Rekhji burst from his home. But what greeted him was the one thing that he did not expect. Peace. Trees swaying gently, the suns burning dimly above him, the light of the stars just barely visible. But the trees.
Though confused, Rekhji felt the beats of his hearts slow. Something was happening, though it didn’t seem to be as calamitous as he feared. Then, as one, his likhen raised their heads, fixing their large eyes on the sky. A lifelong agriculturalist, Rekhji had long since learned to trust the instincts of his animals and followed their gaze into the sky.
A dot appeared.
It was low, just barely skimming the tops of trees. And as it approached, Rekhji could hear the trees screaming under it. Louder, much louder than the previous, comparatively gentle, creaking of the trees. It, whatever it was, hit the small farm harder than any cyclone the planet could have conjured. Rekhji had a glimpse of large, leathery wings, a mouth of knives. And eyes, horrible, yellow, intelligent eyes.
Rekhji abandoned his likhens to their fate, their wails driving him faster towards his home. He dashed from room to room, waking his partner, their children and his partner’s parents. It was as they sealed themselves in the bunker below their home, built to withstand meteor strikes, that the world burst into flames above them.
They felt the heat, even through the door. By the next morning, nothing remained but ash.
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“Well, Sun God take it, tell me what you do know!”
Grand Overseer Mujsdif collapsed back into his seat, glaring petulantly at the shame faced members of his council.
“G.O., what we know is that it started in the East, destroying and…consuming several small farms before turning to the capital. What we know is that it took the lives of several hundred of my men and half of my psychics. And we know that it’s dead. That is all we need to know.” General Futyij galred around the room, daring anyone to oppose him.
Lead Psychic Muli was happy to oblige. “That is not all we need to know!” He left off ‘you shortsighted fool’ though his tone clearly implied it. “Sir,” he turned to address Mujsdif “this creature was not actually a creature.” Muli announced, a self-satisfied smile gracing his face. A smile that faltered under the glare from Mujsdif.
“Kkkkk…what I meant to say is that, though it was clearly alive, it was not alive, shall we say. It was a projection, a psychic simulacrum. Though something of that magnitude...the mind boggles at the amount of psychic power needed for that sort of channeling. But it was not some creature that burst from a mountain on a thoroughly terraformed planet without warning.” Muli directed the last few words and small glare at Futyij, who seemed to be contemplating what Muli would look like without limbs.
Mujsdif leaned back in his chair, absorbing the words. The situation was already a political disaster. He had just been awarded control over this planet, and now several hundred deaths and the burning of nearly 1,000 square kilofores of crop land was sure to embolden his rivals. But understanding the motivation and location of those who would dare execute such an attack might keep them off his heels.
“Investigator Fughik, is it possible to figure out where in the eternal night this thing came from?”
Fughik glanced nervously at Muli before responding. He was new to his post, newer than Mujsdif, even, and anxious not to lose it. “Well, I have been working with Muli on a potential lead. Something of this sort, so large and complex, should have left a…how did you describe it Muli?”
“A psychic stain.” Muli responded
“Right. If we can analyze the signature left by the creature, and then match it to the stain, then we should be able to track down those who did this.”
“And how long will that take?”
“Oh, anywhere between a week and, I don’t know, 11 years?”
Crashing sounds followed the counselors as they fled the room.
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“We need progress Muli! You told me you could do this!” Mujsdif raged.
“I’m sorry Overseer, we-“
“We’re getting new reports every day!
Just this morning, I had a report that an entire farm of likhen were found drained of blood! Apparently, a small quadruped with a thirst for blood now lives in the south forest! And in the north, there is some giant animal living in the lake. It apparently doesn’t do much aside from appear for the occasional picture, but still! I don’t even want to mention the south! We’ve had to evacuate the entire continent. Did you know that Muli? Did you know we had to evacuate an. Entire. CONTINENT!” Mujsdif finished equally enraged and weary.
“Who is doing this Muli? And why? What possible reason could they have for setting this parade of nightmares on us?”
Muli swallowed audibly. “Sir, motivations and possibilities are beyond me. What I can offer are solutions. My psychic squadron are even now finishing up a shield that should protect the capital and most of the outlying cities. And we have been very thorough in checking for the source of the power. Thus far it has been…unfruitful. The only possibility we have encountered is a tiny planet, in the far flung regions of space. But for something like this, and at that distance, you’d need almost an entire planet focused on this one thing. And that doesn’t make any sense.” Muli finished, frustration creeping into his normally calm voice.
“We have a lead?” Mujsdif asked quietly.
“Well, yes, I suppose, technically…”
“Send out a search craft. I don’t care how slim a chance it is; we need to be seen doing something, Muli. Otherwise, whatever monsters they’re throwing at us might not get the chance to kill us. Our own people would see it done.” Mujsdif said, looking out the window and down on a stream of refugees that seemed to grow every day.
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“My fellow council members, I come before you to confirm the reports from my esteemed colleagues and share the troubles of my own planet. We have been beset by fantastical creatures of unknown origin, attacked from every side. And yet we endure. And now, through the tireless of work of my council, and me, we have discovered a possible source of the abominations. Though the chances are slim, we vow to never rest until the perpetrators of these attacks, and the reasons for them, are discovered.”
Rousing cheers greeted Mujsdif’s proclamation. Despite Mujsdif’s prior urgency, it had been several weeks before he had spoken to the Council of Overseers. It took the appearance of several stone bipedal figures that only moved when you weren’t looking at them, and reports that several other planets were also experiencing a similar phenomenon to push Mujsdif to action.
But now he was committed, and all that was left was living up to his words. For the most part. He was still a politician, after all, and politicians always get a bit of wiggle room around the claims they make, Mujsdif reasoned to himself.
Nuzkiv was that action. He stood at attention as the Overseer paraded into the room. Nuzkiv had been chosen from among the pilot cast. He was not the most skilled, nor was he the most experienced, but he was the steadiest, most consistent pilot they had. General Futyij felt that if anyone could pilot through uncharted space, scout a distant planet, and get answers, it would be Nuzkiv.
At least, that is what the general had claimed. Nuzkiv suspected that the General did not really believe in the plan and was unwilling to part with his best pilots in case further military action was needed.
This did not reassure Nuzkiv.
But, like everything else in the military, once the untamable sea of bureaucracy was parted things moved quickly. In no time at all (actually, several weeks had passed and the city had been attacked by small quadrupeds that produced electricity spontaneously) Nuzkiv found himself sitting behind a prototype vessel, meant to get him to his destination in mere days, instead of generations.
His launch was broadcast throughout the solar system. And despite his misgivings, Nuzkiv took his spot with pride and waved with a confidence he did not possess.
His trip was uneventful. Several days passed with nothing but routine maintenance and the occasional bit of space debris. Nuzkiv was grateful. His ship, for all it possessed in speed and endurance, made up for it by lacking armor. Or weapons. Or a life pod. But that didn’t worry him. Not…not at all.
As the ship approached the destination, Nuzkiv readied to drop from the slipstream created by the hyperlight engine. Reentry was always rough, and Nuzkiv wasn’t sure how the ship would respond, so he made sure to drop several light years from the outreaches of the solar system he was targeting. Doing so saved his life.
The ship dropped from the slipstream and immediately Nuzkiv knew they were going too fast. At least 50% faster than they should have been going. Fortunately, he had the space necessary to slow down, thanks to his abundance of caution.
‘Futkil would definitely have botched that.’ Nuzkiv allowed himself to think with a smile. ‘Everyone thinks that Futkil was such a hotshot but here I am, exploring…’
Nuzkiv’s line of thought was cut off by a sudden jolt as his ship slowed precipitously. It almost felt like something had impacted the light energy shield that the ship possessed. But there had been nothing on the scanner and nothing on the sensors. His sensor for how much psychic energy was present in the ambient environment was displaying a level he had never seen before though. Over 9,000. Nuzkiv reasoned that it must have been damaged during reentry.
The ship shuddered several more times as further impacts sounded. Nuzkiv willed the ship to stay together long enough for him to slow down and gain some measure of maneuverability. At long last, the ship slowed enough that Nuzkiv felt comfortable opening the bay doors and using his eyes to look out into the void.
For a moment, Nuzkiv questioned whether he had somehow died during the slipstream voyage and somehow stumbled into the Eternal Night. Not that he believed in that nonsense.
All around him were hundreds, no thousands, of creatures. Most floated in space, unable to move because of the lack of atmosphere. Nuzkiv reasoned, through the part of his mind still functioning, that these must all be psychic constructs. But for what purpose, he couldn’t imagine.
But in examining the tableau before him, he realized that there were several that could still move. And they seemed to be moving towards him with what Nuzkiv could only call ‘malicious intent’.
Fortunately, Nuzkiv was still flying fast enough that most of them lagged far behind. And as he approached the outermost planet, a small, icy thing that was definitely a planet despite what anyone says, Nuzkiv became aware of pressure. Not in the ship but around his mind. As if the space around him were absolutely charged with psychic energy. He glanced again at his psychic energy detector, whish was somehow still climbing.
The pressure was so intense that his focus on maintaining speed and vector slipped, and just before he entered the gravitational field of the first planet, which again was definitely a planet, a beam of light shot from one of the constructs. Nuzkiv never saw it clearly, but it seemed to be a flying biped with strips of cloth billowing behind it.
The stream of light seemed to follow Nuzkiv as he attempted to maneuver the ship despite the pain growing around his mind. It was all he could do to keep one eye open and pilot the ship with two of his hands.
It seemed a foregone conclusion that the light would find his ship, but the speed of the small vessel and Nuzkiv’s refusal to give up got it closer and closer to the planet. Nuzkiv crossed the border into the gravitational well as the light impacted the latter half of the ship. Alarms wailed as the pressure in his head suddenly disappeared, replaced by the worry of venting atmosphere.
Nuzkiv chanced a glance through his rear cameras and was shocked to find that there was nothing chasing him. In fact, several of the constructs seemed to be stopped and standing at some invisible line through space. They raged and pointed, clearly eager to harm him, yet unable to approach.
Deciding to solve that mystery when he was not about to die, Nuzkiv rushed through the steps to seal the breach. The damage was not as bad as he had feared, nor as insignificant as he had hoped. Realizing now that the best he could do was find the source of constructs, Nuzkiv faced his ship towards the heart of the solar system, setting his sights on a small blue planet.
Between the surprising strength of the gravitational pulls of the planets before him and the damage he had sustained, it was all he could do to keep the ship on route. His approach to the planet was hampered by a surprising amount of space trash; old satellites and parts of launched chemical rockets.
Nuzkiv wondered at this, as any species psychically strong enough to launch constructs like the ones he had seen should have just used their power to create psychic bubbles to travel in. Why mess around with the science side?
In fact, all signs pointed towards a type two, maybe even a type three, civilization. Nuzkiv again pushed these questions aside, using passive scanning to gather as much information as he could about the inhabitants of the world below, hoping the universe would allow him a moments reprieve.
But fate was unkind to him. A piece of space junk, no bigger than his eye, surprised him, cutting through the weak point in his shield caused by the constructs attack. The debris punched through one side of his craft and out the other without even slowing down. The ships energy sagged as it struggled to deal with the sudden loss of pressure and the new breaches and Nuzkiv found himself caught in the gravity well of the planet.
Despite his best efforts, Nuzkiv landing was what his more charitable flight instructors would have called ‘a bit rough’. And his less charitable instructors would have called ‘a disgrace to the pilot cast’. The ship was mostly in one piece, for which he was grateful. He had aimed for a large patch of undeveloped ground, in the middle of a large land mass.
Even as he dragged himself from the ship, dazed and kept upright only be the stimulants his suit was administering, he could hear the approach of vehicles and loud alarms.
He emerged to find himself surrounded by bipeds, similar to the constructs he had seen, all pointing what were clearly weapons at him. And despite his limited psychic abilities, and despite the traumatic landing and serious injuries he had sustained, he became aware of jumbled thoughts and emotions that were being flung into the air with abandon.
“You….could you stop… thinking so loudly for like, one second?” And then everything went black.
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