... Ow. Just... ow.

I wasn't even there and yet I had to force myself to calm down just so I could reply to this.
Hmm. Might raise the interesting question of how often someone needs to get kicked, there, before the flinch reaction ceases. Maybe a research grant could be acquired to test hypotheses on avowed Nazis? :)

(A bit like the old comment about lab rats. There's research people aren't willing to do using lab rats...)
 
Hmm. Might raise the interesting question of how often someone needs to get kicked, there, before the flinch reaction ceases. Maybe a research grant could be acquired to test hypotheses on avowed Nazis? :)

(A bit like the old comment about lab rats. There's research people aren't willing to do using lab rats...)
I daresay it'll be difficult and take a lot of time, because the reflexive flinching when anything comes in contact with the crotch is something of a deeply-ingrained physical reaction, some might even go so far as to label it atavistic (one of my former coworkers always did).

Then factor in the additional (phantom) pain when one has experienced having catheters inserted.

Yeeesh. *shudders*
 
Domestic Matters, Part 13
"I have gathered you here today," Aisha said dramatically, "for a task of great importance."

Lisa rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, Brian's 'thank you'."

Taylor blinked. "Why am I here, then?"

Aisha and Lisa both stared at her. "Uh," Aisha said, "he actually talks to you? More than like two words?"

"We mostly talk about you?"

Lisa sighed. "Look, just go with it, think of it as a creativity exercise."

"Should we have gotten Victoria involved then?"

Aisha shrugged. "Eh, she had a family thing."

Elsewhere

Chris nudged Dennis, "what are they doing?"

"Hm?" Dennis replied.

Chris gestured toward the two girls intently studying… something.

"Oh," Dennis said. "Weld talked to them before you got here, they're going through a bunch of school code of conduct stuff?"

"Oh, God, what are they planning."

"Oh, no," Dennis replied cheerfully, "it's worse. They aren't looking into the rules for students, they're looking into the rules for teachers."

"Oh, God."

Note: Don't worry, the tweens are Helping!
 
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"Oh, no," Dennis replied cheerfully, "it's worse. They aren't looking into the rules for students, they're looking into the rules for teachers."

I love how Dennis is the one immediately recognizing It's All Going To Go Horribly Something.

"Right' or "Wrong" will probably depend greatly on the eye of the beholder.
 
Some might say that only bio-locked weapons should be in play, but, you can be pretty sure 'budgetary constraints' would mess with that...
You don't need anything so complicated. Level 3 retention holsters should make it extremely difficult for someone to steal an officers sidearm from their holster.
 
You don't need anything so complicated. Level 3 retention holsters should make it extremely difficult for someone to steal an officers sidearm from their holster.
While this is a nice idea, there is the classic issue of security interfereing with usage (of the item). Often resulting in the user, if not really skillful and practiced, disabling the security feature. Also, if the weapon had already been drawn (or half-drawn), and was snatched from the hand...

The classic arms race between use and misuse...
 
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Snowball, Part 29
Cherish looked around nervously. When she'd come to the Bay, she hadn't expected… well, she wasn't sure what she expected. Not this, though.

Take her brother. While he didn't have an 'official' costume yet, he had taken to accessorizing generic bodysuits and PRT-branded merch.

Today, he'd chosen to accessorize a slacks and t-shirt combo with a lab coat covered in lightning bolts.

"My professional diagnosis," her brother said in a haughty tone, "is he be fucked in the head. Spine, too."

Armsmaster nodded. "Can the anomalous signals be differentiated?"

Cherish wrung her hands, nervously glancing between the two as Alec met the scary blue tinker's boring technical questions with irreverent fascination.

Finally, the blue tinker turned to her. Wringing her hands, Cherish nervously swallowed. "He's flipping between sedate, terrified, and empty. Some of that may be the medication, the moms got like that sometimes when dad gave out, ah, heroin…"

Note: Somewhere, some PRT person is going "we had the terrorist Nazi mad science terrorist diagnosed by who now!?"
 
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Note: Somewhere, some PRT person is going "we had the terrorist Nazi mad science terrorist diagnosed by who now!?"
Sometimes, you just need to Master your problems?

(It's often the sensory/Thinker cape-abilities that provide the most... interesting possibilities...)

Imagine Kreig with this playing in their brain, at maximum volume, on a loop...

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GthBj_Dlxyo
Brainstorm (Hawkwind, 1972)

Standing on the runway waiting to take off
I wanna fly, I wanna watch me flake off
I can't move 'cause the man has a brake off
You gotta help me, help me to shake off

(This body of mine)
I'm gonna get out of this void
(Body of mine)
Yes, I don't wanna be destroyed
(Body of mine)
I don't wanna turn android
(Body of mine)
You gotta help me avoid that

Brainstorm, here I go, flying low
I'm gonna miss it, you'd bet I'd kiss it

I can't get no peace until I get into motion
Sign my release from this planet's erosion
Paranoia police have sussed out my potion
You gotta help me or there'll be an explosion

In this body of mine
I'm gonna get out of this void
(Body of mine)
Yes, I don't wanna be destroyed
(Body of mine)
And I don't wanna turn android
(Body of mine)
You gotta help me avoid that

Brainstorm, here I go, flying low
I'm gonna miss it, you bet I'd kiss it
I'm breaking up, I'm falling apart
I'm floating away

[Incomprehensible]

Brainstorm
Brainstorm
Brainstorm

I can't get no peace 'til I get into motion
Sign my release from this planet's erosion
Paranoia police have sussed out my potion
You gotta help me or there'll be an explosion

In this body of mine
I'm gonna get out of this void
(Body of mine)
Yes, I don't wanna be destroyed
(Body of mine)
I don't wanna turn android
(Body of mine)
You gotta help me avoid that

Brainstorm, here I go, flying low
I'm gonna miss it, you bet I'd kiss it

[Incomprehensible]

Dunno... Maybe you'd prefer a (weirder, 1984) Live version? With dancers... (Attacking the performer?)

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oelQW7CO1AE
 
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Unexpected Reunion
"High-level precognitive overwatch had not identified a material upcoming threat. However, I appreciate that the event was traumatic and have identified a potential go-forward mitigation."

Sarah Pelham nodded, wearily. She wasn't sure whether she, Carol, or Amy herself had been more surprised at how severely Carol had been affected by Amy's brush with violence. Managing it all had been a trial. Sarah was not in the mood to deal with legalese double-speak, but absolutely was not going to let her sister take the lead.

"To preface," Dr. Weaver said, looking directly at Carol. "I must establish some background. Valkyrie has access to many alternates, which resemble Bet to greater or lesser degrees. She is making available skilled parahumans whose good behavior she will speak for. Some may resemble persons you have met before. Some may, as best you can determine, be indistinguishable from persons you have met before."

Carol nodded warily.

"Absent compelling proof, we will be operating on the basis that her personnel are not from Bet, no matter what you might think or what they themselves might say. This is a national security and foreign policy matter, as otherwise certain skills and information would be unavailable. The only reason this state of affairs is tolerated is due to Valkyrie's assurances of her people's good behavior."

Sarah didn't like this sound of… whatever that was.

"Valkyrie is making available to us an extremely experienced and dangerous parahuman who will, going forward and among his other responsibilities, be assisting with Amy's security measures. His good behavior has been assured at the highest level."

Sarah really didn't like the sound of this.

"He at present does not have a cape identity on Bet. You may call him Mr. Lavere."

Fuck.

Note: Speaking of foreign policy and national security issues, can you imagine what kind of calls Tagg and Armstrong must be fielding about Dr. Weaver?
 
Think Sarah might have a bone to pick with this?

Carol's going to need tranquilisers. All the tranquilisers.

Detail might amuse? 'Dallon' means 'blind'. And, Carol willingly married into that name...
(You can entertain yourself looking-up other 'Worm' names...)
 
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(You can entertain yourself looking-up other 'Worm' names...)
Meaning: Army, illustrious. Hebert is a boy's name.

Army of insects

The Wilbourne family lived in Lincolnshire. Their name is derived from the Old English word welle, meaning well, and the Old Norse word brunnr, meaning stream or spring, and indicates that the original bearer lived near a well by a stream or spring.

Wellspring of knowledge
 
Honestly, Rowling ruined the whole "clever, meaningful names for the (native-to-author's-culture) characters" thing for me.

Interesting etymology, sure, but that sour-grapes person (who explicitly stated a childhood wish to be a boy, in the original openly-transphobic little Twitter screed) stole that small joy of finding it entertaining.
 
Honestly, Rowling ruined the whole "clever, meaningful names for the (native-to-author's-culture) characters" thing for me.

Interesting etymology, sure, but that sour-grapes person (who explicitly stated a childhood wish to be a boy, in the original openly-transphobic little Twitter screed) stole that small joy of finding it entertaining.
I don't regard anything that authors say on social media to have any useful info content - if it wasn't impossible I'd suspect the value was negative.

It's been interesting... watching the evolution of smart phones/social media - basically, it's a massive experiment of impact on society of always-on 'availability', and the ability to instantly comment with no real time to be rational about it (and little to no take-back/editting). Humans don't handle either, very well.

Why say this? Because the effect on teenagers of such is... unfortunate. There they are, trying to build a mind that does effective adult-ing. And, they're bombarded with attempts to sell them ideas and products. All. The. Time. - With. No. Breaks.

Some might say you'd be lucky to just get 'God-Damned Teenagers' out of this process...

(I'll leave alone the business of kids arriving at school, age 4yrs, who haven't played with other children or adults (some adults don't know how to...), and had a screen as their 'caregiver'. They can't communicate, and don't do 'social' - sky-high anxiety levels. Some aren't toilet-trained... Schools are then expected to 'fix' this...)
 
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Snowball, Part 30
"What do I do with this?" Emily asked, tossing down the informal preliminary report. "He's under a compulsion to kill himself, with all that implies. He should be our biggest intelligence windfall in a decade but we can't even interview him."

"Impulse and Cherish believe that, under controlled circumstances—" Armsmaster began.

"—We'll be laughed out of court," Emily interrupted.

"We could pursue the national security angle?" Velocity offered.

Emily nodded. "Right, the Gesellshaft connection. This is an international problem." She turned to Renick. "Get me time with the Chief Director, today, I need sign-off to formally request assistance from the Guild." She paused, and then added, "pull in Tagg as well."

"If Impulse and Cherish are too controversial," Miss Militia said slowly, "we could reach out to Haven…"

"Good idea," Emily replied. "See if you can rope in New Wave, play up Panacea's near-miss. Haven is good at master issues, and better still they're known for it. Even if they can't counter this directly, if they are willing to back whatever treatment is done by Impulse and Cherish, it would go a long way, and their ideological perspective would likely make them more open than most to the possibility of redeeming Vasil's children."

Armsmaster shifted awkwardly. "Militia, it might be best if you handled that outreach, you may recall…"

"Of course," Miss Militia replied.

Note: Militia may be the most well-connected parahuman at ENE. She's been around for a long time, her membership in the inaugural Wards team will give her a high profile without making her seem unapproachable, and she doesn't have Colin's engineer/tinker-brain problem. Don't recall this aspect of her getting brought up much (or at all) in fanon, but once it came to me I couldn't not flag it.
 
I don't regard anything that authors say on social media to have any useful info content - if it wasn't impossible I'd suspect the value was negative.
Depending on how you set values, it's perfectly plausible to have negative value. For example, misinformation or something that otherwise causes mostly or entirely negative effects could easily be construed as having a negative informational value.
 
I find it interesting that the man who basically invented smart phones... didn't let his kids have one. Nor use one himself.
 
I find it interesting that the man who basically invented smart phones... didn't let his kids have one. Nor use one himself.
There's nothing wrong with smart phones. We just don't have the Personal AIs (*) to run on them, or the social structures to make all that fit together. Don't worry! Shouldn't take more than a human generation, or two, to sort things out! :)


* : a 'Personal AI' is AI that has your personal data in it, and keeps it private to just you. Unlike all the 'clever' stuff all the IT Big Boys are messing with. Why? Because it's your data, and no one gets to use it but you. Yes, you can authorise single, very explicit use, by others, for highly explicit and single purposes. And, every time they use it, you (actually, your Personal AI) get told about the exact use it is put to. Strangely, the 'Big Boys' don't seem to like the idea that they need to respect your privacy, but, can't actually admit that...
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What Is Love?
Amy lay in bed, exhausted but unable to sleep. The thing at the hospital with surprise!Krieg had been… a thing. Definitely a thing. She generally avoided that side of the business, and it was all the more jarring for how unexpected it was. Sure, there had been the time with Chorus, but then, well, she'd been more worried for her sister than herself.

The big surprise had been Carol. Carol had been getting warmer to her, but it had been a gradual sort of thing. Now? She had barely let Amy out of her sight, aside from meeting with the PRT people, and declared the evening to be family togetherness time. Even told Amy she would call Amy out of school the next day. Vicky had also been clingy too, if anything being more upset than Amy. That wasn't as big a surprise, though, Vicky was amazing. Mark had loitered as well, and even 'Mina seemed to be sticking close to her.

Amy kept coming back to Carol. Amy really wasn't sure what to think of the woman's behavior. She was acting almost like Vicky was the one who had been in danger, but that couldn't be, could it?

Amy's racing thoughts were interrupted by a tentative knock. Her sister stuck her head in a moment later.

"Sorry," Vicky said, "I was trying to sleep but I kept thinking of how… yeah." Her voice broke. "Can I stay with you tonight?"

Wordlessly, Amy flipped open her covers. She had done the same after Chorus.

Note: Work is kicking my ass, so have a stream of consciousness Amy ramble.
 
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What is Love, Part 2
Victor refused to relax until he was at the safe house. He was glad to see his wife had beat him there.

"What happened?" She asked nervously. "I got your text with the hidden message, I almost didn't realize it and was going to ask who this 'relative' was when I realized."

Holding her hand tightly, Victor explained clearly and succinctly. "… and so we have a choice to make," he concluded. "We can go back home, to the families, or we can go to New York, and the Elite."

"We're not simply going home?"

"Very, very few people knew the route. The leak, the shooter, one or both almost certainly came from family. We don't know whether their feud is with Krieg, Fleischer, Gesellschaft, or the Empire. Once we go back, we're not leaving, not for a while. If someone does hold a grudge, we're in danger."

"They wouldn't! We're family!"

"So was whoever leaked the route." His wife rocked back as if physically struck. "Danger aside," Victor continued, "I'm thinking about you. You've blossomed here, in the city, away from the families. You like the work, the bustle, the friends. Do you want to go back to the kitchen?"

Note: Awww, he loves his wife, in his own way! Still a monster though. I was going to include the usual thing about how he stole his good summarizing skills, but I figure at this point you all get the idea.

Also Note: More stream of consciousness. Hoping the work project wraps up this week.

Also Also Note: What are their <em>names</em>? Seriously, either I'm losing the ability to read in my early middle age, or it's not on the wiki
 
Note: What are their names? Seriously, either I'm losing the ability to read in my early middle age, or it's not on the wiki
It's a feature of 'Worm', best as I can tell. Either, 'Taylor didn't learn them' (Taylor PoV), or, 'not needed for the Interlude' (assuming they got one). It's been claimed Wildbow just didn't care about almost all their characters...

Me? I don't know if that's true, but the story has some pretty weird features...
 
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