- Location
- Neptune
"C'mon, those two are adorable together. The whole gang agrees. Why wouldn't we ship it?"
Performance problems due to thread length on the old forum software.
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- He/Him
That must have been old old software, as DP's thread exceeded 10000 pages prior to Xeonoforo2.
FaerieKnight79
Verified Pixie
- Location
- The Internet
I believe double posting falls under site rule #4: Don't Be Disruptive. While not specifically called out...
Forum Rule #4 said:
- Location
- Neptune
Must have been around the time you joined that they lifted the 100 page maximum thread length.
- Location
- Earth, Sol System, Virgo Supercluster, Earth-1218
You just want them to get "A water-bed, large enough to fit half a dozen adults, stone frame, self-heating, fire-proof, and possibly helps encourage pleasant dreams."
... they need to find a Bed Tinkerer (the sex tinkerer might be able to do it, but the types of dreams her bed encourages would have to be posted on QQ)
- Location
- Georgia
It took me a while to work out what I meant and why the difference between actual dimensions and n+ dimensionally displaced alternates actually matters. We're talking about the difficulty of entities spotting each other while moving through space. In that context, 10^81 worlds is infinitessimal next to how much space is involved when you bring in more dimensions than the basic three +time. Take the cube root of everything we can see in the universe, then raise that number to the 11th power to get the volume of actual space predicted by our math. Even grasping the entirety of observable reality, understanding exactly how much space that really is doesn't prepare you for all of the space that exists at right angles to that space.
Since they already had to deal with the fact that the air in the pockets doesn't refresh itself, or seem to move through portals when there isn't something solid passing through, dealing with fumes is not so much an issue as you might think.
You get a three section ladder. When you reach the top, you can climb back down, detach the bottommost rungs, and move them to the top of the ladder to keep climbing.
Perhaps you could get something that lets you climb an invisible ladder, so long as you are within a building, so they don't have to worry about sharing the ladder or moving it around.
With their budget and not wanting to hire somebody to do it, I'd get a paint gun. I've painted plenty of rooms with rollers and brushes, though. It really helps if somebody walks you through the process the first time around if you don't want to have to clean up messes. Just rolling a roller too fast will splatter paint around the whole room, for an instance of an easy error to make.
- Location
- Illinois
And, along the lines of PHO and something of a non-sequitur, when I saw the announcement for today's Today I Found Out, and two things went through my head: "How did Lisa get on the dollar bill?" and "There is no way there's enough room for her smirk at GETTING on it for it to be there."
As an aside to my aside, does anyone happen to know where the idea that Winged_One is the Simurgh came from? Checking the worm wiki for "Winged One" pulls references to the Parahumans Online and Simurgh page, but neither of them actually have the phrase (or even the word 'winged') in them. Was it something started in TV, or elsewhere?
As an aside to my aside, does anyone happen to know where the idea that Winged_One is the Simurgh came from? Checking the worm wiki for "Winged One" pulls references to the Parahumans Online and Simurgh page, but neither of them actually have the phrase (or even the word 'winged') in them. Was it something started in TV, or elsewhere?
The consensus answer seems to be an omake for Goblin Queen. The earliest reference I could find was a comment on it dated Dec 3, 2013. The omake is a few pages after that.
- Pronouns
- Yes
No, that doesn't work that way. the 1e80+n universes can't exist in only the 3+time dimensions, we don't know how many axes other than the standard three exist in Worm but there are more and the other dimensions/timelines/pick a term are spread out along those.
However that's not relevant to the point I was making. The point is that you were objecting to a terminology issue, one that I disagree is a mistake. Weather or not the entities can easily sot one another would depend on how far they can sense along the axes other than the normal three. As we have no information about this you have to assume their sense stretch far enough in those directions to make a meeting plausible.
Chapter 253
Tuesday morning Taylor, Amy, and Vicky had met up in the gym, Vicky was given birthday greetings but not gifts since those would come at her party, and then the three debated a bit on how to get to school. Overnight the weather had shifted and a significant downpour had started. It was supposed to be better in the afternoon, but that wasn't the case right now. In the end they decided that they'd rather not deal with the rain and, for the first time, decided to remotely open a pocket dimension portal to get to school.
Amy had taken the lead, and had chosen to open the portal near the gym. Specifically, in the hallway near the changing rooms. It turned out to be a great choice, as there hadn't been anyone there when the three stepped out. Then again, they were a bit early and there weren't a lot of people at school yet at all, in part due to rain-related traffic issues. Those that were there grumbled a bit about the three not being soaking wet.
In the end, almost a third of the student body ended up being late, as at least one accident had screwed things up to the point that many students taking a bus had ended up stuck in traffic or waiting at bus stops. This included the entirety of the other Wards. As such, it wasn't until lunchtime that they had a chance to communicate with any of them.
"How the hell did you two get here without being soaked this morning?" Missy asked as she sat down. She then pointed at Vicky. "I'd include her, but I'm blaming her force field, which works somewhat differently from your belts."
"My force field would be useless for keeping me dry in a deluge like we had this morning," Vicky commented, which got the attention of several others.
"Then how the hell did you three stay dry?"
Taylor rolled her eyes. "What do you think we did, other than walk from the gym to here?"
There was a pause, before Missy facepalmed. "I'm an idiot. Doubly so, for not having that idea myself."
Others in the area looked at them oddly, but none of the group was volunteering any more information. Eventually most of the student body decided that they weren't getting an answer and moved on to other topics. There were exceptions, though they were less obvious about it. Primarily Chris, who took advantage of being able to not be noticed sending text messages.
C: I have to admit, I'm still lost. What did I miss?
M: Lost regarding what?
C: ...
C: Seriously?
T: You've whined about us leaving with the trick before.
A: And then agreed that said whining was probably unwarranted.
There was a pause as Chris thought about that, before Taylor could tell that he'd winced.
C: Right. I'm an idiot, question withdrawn. Any word on if I can get my own?
T: Haven't heard anything.
C: Damn.
V: I'd put in a good word for you, but I don't think it would do much since it was more mom's doing than mine to get one.
A quick glance showed that Chris wasn't happy about that, but there wasn't a whole lot else to be done about it.
"So what is everyone doing after school?" Missy asked. "Since apparently I'm stuck inside the PRT building running the Wards console this afternoon."
"At least you won't be out in the rain," Vicky noted. "But I'm going to be heading to the PRT building myself, I've got a pile of paperwork to go through and I want it out of the way so that I don't have to worry about it."
"How much paperwork could you have?" Karen asked.
"I'm eighteen today, which means that I'm in a limbo state for some things until I sign some paperwork, not to mention that I can't patrol with my family until some of my probation paperwork is dealt with. If I get through everything then I think they want me to do an official evaluation run with the Protectorate in the next couple of days. Luckily I finished up my new costume over the weekend, so that won't be a bad test run for it and I can present my new 'adult' cape identity pretty much right away."
That derailed the conversation wonderfully, as Vicky having plans for a new costume and cape identity was something that most people weren't aware of. She was keeping details to herself, but Taylor figured that it would hit the news soon enough. Though there was a comment made about there not being enough interesting things to get hit with in Brockton Bay that had Taylor sending a question off.
Taylor popped over to the PRT building when classes let out for several reasons. One was to be nice to Vicky, allowing her to tag along in order to avoid the rain. Another was that it was a good place to head out with the minivan from. But she groaned as she prepared for the third reason, because she realized that she'd never picked up wrapping paper. That went onto the top of her 'shopping list'. Ladders, fans, lights, and a couple of extension cords would be stop two.
With that on her list, she then waited in the common area for Missy to show up while Amy was doing some emergency healing at the hospital. Though Missy was taking longer than expected, but she eventually showed up. With Midnight in a pet carrier, which explained where she'd gone after school. "Why'd you pick up your spider-bot?"
"Mom wants it out of the way for the afternoon," Missy answered. "Why are you here when you're supposed to have the day off?"
Ensuring that her visor was recording, Taylor gestured to a box that she'd left on the counter. "I wanted to ensure that you got that."
Missy blinked, but moved over to the box anyway. She examined it from different angles, but didn't find any labels. Eventually shrugging, she put Midnight's carrier down and then opened the box. Blinking again, she lifted out the broom and Vista-themed witch hat. "What the hell?"
"I thought you might like a bit more direct mobility while out on patrols. I half considered giving it to Aisha, but giving her something that would make it harder to use her powers seemed like a bad idea."
"And the hat?"
"Amusing idea that someone in branding liked." Taylor also sent Missy the documentation that she'd written.
"I guess I know what I'm working my way through while the others are busy," Missy said once the documentation had gotten to her. She then looked at the pet carrier. "I wonder if I could get Midnight to sit on the broom safely? Not quite a black cat, granted..."
"I'll leave you to that," Taylor said, waving as she headed for the portal frame. "I've got other things to do." Like quickly getting a couple shots of the looks on the girl's face from the visor recording to send to Amy before doing her shopping.
Getting wrapping paper hadn't taken long, and Taylor got a card and some ribbon as well. The ladders, fans, and lights had taken a bit longer due to needing to decide on which ones to get. By that point Taylor just asked for a recommendation on multi-plug extension cords, got a brand recommendation, and bought a literal box of them. With all of that purchased and stored in pocket dimensions as appropriate for the purchase she'd pulled the minivan in from the parking lot at the store.
Amy still wasn't done at the hospital at that point, mostly because they'd waited for Jason to show up after the two most critical patients had been dealt with, so Taylor got everything moved to where they'd be using it. She also went to put the extension cords that they wouldn't be using away, picked what she thought was a sensible place to store them, and found that there were already six extension cords there. Following that, she moved to the point that she thought was likely to be the best place to store ladders and found that there were a collection of hooks, but no ladders on them. She had no clue about where to put lights or fans, but ended up digging out the Snitch and using it to look over the rest of the pocket dimension anyway.
By the time Amy arrived Taylor had determined that extension cords were the only 'extra' thing that she'd purchased, and that it might not count as 'extra' since the six she'd found didn't plug into normal outlets. Instead they attached to various power points in the maintenance areas, ones that would normally be used by the normal interconnects between things. Which made Taylor feel better, even if they could've used one of those power points instead of the in-room ones.
"So what's first?" Amy asked, obviously having changed into older clothing. Probably to avoid ruining anything she cared about, something that Taylor hadn't bothered with yet.
"First we need to prepare to paint," Taylor said. "That is, ensuring that our tarps are laid out, and that we have everything we're painting next to taped off properly."
"Oh."
"I figure we should take care of both rooms on that front first, and then maybe have my father or Mark take a look. Unless you think someone else would be a better choice?"
Amy sighed. "Carol would actually be the better choice, if only because she got very good at fixing damage caused by her weapons."
"I'll admit that I hadn't considered it that way, but I can see how that would be the case."
They spent the entire afternoon ensuring that they had everything taped off to the best of their ability to do so and that there were no gaps or likely trip-points with the tarps. Most of the latter being 'tape them down too' in the end. They had a stack of wall plates for each room that they'd taken off to make dealing with the switches and outlets easier, in addition to the framing bezels from around the control panels for other functionality. They'd also removed the hanging rods and doors from the closets, though not without some minor difficulty with the hinge pins. On the other hand, they also realized that they needed to go shopping again when Taylor's notes of things to take down while painting included 'curtain rod hangers'. They didn't have any of those already mounted in the rooms, and hadn't purchased any to go with the curtains that they'd picked up.
Both of them agreed, while taking some quick double-check measurements, that this was likely to be far from the last 'oops, forgot that' entry on their shopping list for the bedrooms.
They felt that they'd done a decent job of things by the time they headed to their own homes for dinner. Vicky had gone out to dinner with Dean so Amy didn't have any information on how the paperwork went, but that was probably fine. After dinner Taylor brought her father and Amy brought Carol into the pocket dimension to look over their prep work.
"This isn't bad," Carol said as she looked over things. "But you've blocked off all of the outlets. Where are you going to plug the lights and fans in?"
Taylor gestured at the bathroom door. "We figured it was just as easy to plug them in and run the extension cords out of the bathrooms so that we could ensure that the entire outlet was protected from accidental painting."
"I see. That does seem like a decent idea, especially if you're not used to painting. I assume you over-tarped just to be safe?"
"Over-tarped?" Danny questioned. "I was wondering if they could use a couple more, if only to expand their work area for putting paint cans, roller pans, and such near them."
"We've got a couple extra to move around as needed," Amy pointed out.
Carol shrugged. "Okay, so maybe that's more of a personal preference than anything else. Still, this looks good enough. Actually, thinking back to my first few times painting rooms, I think you'll appreciate having gone the more cautious route where I wouldn't have gone nearly as far with taping things off. I know what I'm doing now, but I made a mess of things then."
"So when are you two going to start painting?" Danny asked.
"Maybe Friday?" Taylor offered after a moment's thought. "I've got to do Wards stuff for the next couple of days, anyway."
Amy nodded. "And I still haven't actually gotten Vicky a birthday gift, so I probably need to go shopping. Taylor apparently already did her shopping."
"Still need to wrap things though."
Carol looked between the two. "How in the world did one of you pull off doing shopping without the other one noticing?"
Taylor shrugged. "It's easy when you're doing all the actual purchasing online."
"Oh. That would make it trivial, wouldn't it?"
Amy grumbled at that. "I'm more annoyed that you came up with ideas and didn't share them, meaning that I still need to come up with something."
Taylor idly noted that Amy had not, in fact, asked if she had any more unused ideas. But outside of one outstanding item she'd already bought what she'd thought of, so it probably didn't matter much.
That evening Taylor had gone to the trouble of wrapping the gifts that she'd gotten for Vicky. She'd also, on Carol's recommendation, checked the ratings on the filter system that'd been installed in the pocket dimension. Specifically, how it would handle paint fumes. The end result was that apparently the entire system used calibrated energy fields to direct components of the input air in different directions, and the paint fumes would be sent out the 'harmful if concentrated' channels. Into the surroundings if the unit was deployed, or into an 'enclosed pocket' against the ceiling of the pocket dimension so that the normal maintenance function that the snark provided could purge them.
Apparently they hadn't included the weaponization module, which would allow for a fun set of other things to be done with 'waste contaminants of various kinds'. Which was the original purpose of the entire system before Dragon had reverse-engineered it and split the components up a bit more. Beyond that, the actual physical filters that were there as a backup were also rated for an obscene number of things. Including nuclear and biological waste, apparently. But they'd only last a few months at most without the other systems running.
Actually, after a more careful reading, they could also handle radioactive biological waste and airborne molten metals, though the latter only for an hour at best. She might have to look up the tinker that produced the originals at some point, to find out what the hell the filters were originally intended for. Where the hell did you find airborne molten metals?
Wednesday morning Taylor frowned as she looked over PHO. Someone had leaked the news about what she and Amy had been shopping for. Which wasn't annoying in and of itself. No, the more annoying detail was that there was a six-page discussion on PHO about thread counts on the sheets that they'd obviously have purchased, and four pages of arguing about what kind of pillows they bought.
The annoying part was that they hadn't considered getting sheets or pillows, and probably needed blankets too. Closet organizers were also something to consider, but lower priority.
She added those to her list before continuing to look over things. People were torn as to what to make of them purchasing entire bedroom sets, in particular because they weren't sure where they were to be used, so the tracking threads had whipped up support for spotting the delivery trucks that would obviously be dropping everything off. Hebert household, Dallon household, and PRT apartment building teams were already assembled. Which amused her, since everything had already been delivered so it was all a waste of time.
Heading to the PRT building for their morning run in the gym was derailed as soon as they stepped out of the portal into the Wards area. The fire alarms were active and a team was just getting started on Rosa's workshop.
"What happened?" Taylor asked, honestly not expecting to get an answer.
One of those passing back towards the hallway stopped at her anyway. "Oh, hello Miss Hebert, Miss Dallon. Looks like something went wrong in Water Monkey's workshop, an explosion rocked the building about ten minutes ago. Not much of a fire, but a lot of things look damaged."
"Oh."
It only took another ten minutes for them to declare the initial danger over, after which Taylor took a look. Most of Rosa's equipment in the room was damaged, and it looked like it might've been due to leaving one of her packs attached to a running faucet overnight. The fire damage was mostly from a damaged electrical box on the wall, one that her tinker snark spent several minutes thinking about before declaring that it would be better to replace it entirely.
Cataloging all of the damage ate up all of the originally planned gym time, at which point Taylor and Amy sighed and grabbed a proper breakfast anyway. It was obvious that, even with Taylor's help, Rosa wasn't going to be patrolling for several days at a minimum. Which was annoying, because it meant that plans for the afternoon had to be adjusted. Then again, there were other things they could do when not needing to keep an eye on one of the kids, so it shouldn't be too bad.
By lunchtime Taylor had gotten official confirmation that Rosa wasn't going to be patrolling. Colin was going to be working with her in the next couple of days to figure out exactly what had gone wrong so that they could prevent it from happening again, but she was going to have to provide her own list of what she thought the overall damage was as well. It was likely to be compared to Taylor's own list to either encourage the girl to not cover up things or to teach her a lesson in how to properly examine things.
At the same time, a couple of people had decided to skip the unfounded gossip and just ask questions.
"So are you two looking forward to your new beds?" Louise asked as they ate.
"We have a pile of things to do before we can get them set up," Amy admitted. "Painting the rooms, for starters."
"Not to mention more shopping," Taylor added. "We forgot a few things, but we aren't exactly ready for them yet so it isn't that big of a deal."
"Is that one room in each of your houses?" Louise asked.
"Nah, they're in the same place. Amy's room is a floor above mine, actually." Not that they couldn't change that, of course. Or that it mattered all that much which one was where beyond possibly getting used to them being in specific spots.
Though why that news seemed to cause a wave of disappointment to spread through the cafeteria might be something to think about later.
"So is there anything interesting planned for the afternoon?" Dennis asked to break up the lull in conversation.
"I was going to patrol with Water Monkey," Taylor admitted. "But plans have changed due to an incident this morning, so I have to figure out what to do about things."
There was a pause as several people, Dennis included, stared at Taylor. Phones were then brought out and people apparently started looking for what this 'incident' was. It wasn't likely to hit the news anytime soon, though, so good luck to them in finding it.
It wasn't often that Costa-Brown gave the Think Tank gifts, but she'd apparently purchased a bag full of headache medicine for them. Those more in the know were amazed that Cauldron had been willing to give up that much of the stuff without taking a pile of money for it. The rest were more concerned with ensuring that the pills were fairly distributed. Which meant that the entire Think Tank was watching as a small team opened the box.
Unlike previous purchases of headache pills, the first thing out of the box was a plastic bag that'd been tied shut. One with an unfamiliar logo on it. The team opening the box were obviously frowning as one of them opened the bag, and then dumped a pile of over the counter medicine boxes out of it. Most of the Think Tank was scowling at that, because they didn't think that Costa-Brown would be one to prank them in this way.
One of the others present picked up one of the boxes, while a third picked up what looked like a receipt. Most of the Think Tank had stopped paying attention, at least until the one reading the box swore. "The bastards!"
"What?" another member asked over the communication link.
They were ignored as the member reading the receipt grabbed one of the boxes, and allowed the receipt to be taken from them. Those two looked particularly annoyed as they did so, and the others present picked up other boxes to look at as well.
"I don't believe it," the one who'd originally taken the receipt finally said. "The stuff is mildly expensive over the counter medicine wherever it was purchased."
"I'm thinking it's from Aleph," one of the other two said. "Now that the teleporters are working we don't have to rely on the few movers who can get between here and there through other means, which probably means that Costa-Brown just visited long enough to buy out a corner store's supply."
There was silence on the communication channel for almost two minutes before someone laughed. "How many times could we have asked Snail Mail to pick up some drugs at the corner store for us? A single bag of medicine would've been trivial for her to bring back with her. What other things does she alone give us access to that we've never thought to check on?"
Well, when put like that it made them look like fools, didn't it?
As soon as school let out Taylor headed for the PRT building, taking a quick look at Rosa's workshop. She found that someone had already replaced the electrical box and moved over to take a quick look. She found that they'd left several things intentionally disconnected with little warning labels and a note that said that she or Colin had to approve before any given lead was reconnected. Her name was added on by hand afterwards, but it looked like that had been done by Colin, so it was likely fine.
She put a request to confirm that into the system anyway, of course.
With that done she got changed, since she should go out on patrol even if Rosa wasn't available. Not that she'd determined who she was going to be patrolling with yet. Some of that might come down to who showed up since she'd put today down as 'recommended, but not required' for the older Wards, with a note that she needed at least one of them to show up. She fully expected Missy to show, and probably Chris, but Aisha was going to be a crapshoot.
It was thus to her great surprise that Aisha was the first one to arrive, beating Missy who had the ability to get there using pocket dimension portals.
"I wasn't sure if I should be expecting you at all today," Taylor noted. "And here you are, earlier than I'd have thought."
Aisha shrugged. "I got picked up by Brian right after school let out thanks to a couple of idiots."
"What kind of idiots?"
"The kind that thought they could bully me. I didn't actually find out if it was because I'm a girl, I'm black, or if it was because I'm both. But one of them punched me and Brian wanted to make sure that I was okay. At which point he dragged me here, and unless you need me for numbers he wants me not patrolling."
"Why would he want you not patrolling?"
Aisha rolled her eyes. "Because one of them actually got a good hit in while I was kicking the other one in the balls and he doesn't want anyone to notice that I'm limping slightly on patrol."
Taylor blinked a couple of times. "That's got to be one of the worst reasons ever."
"Yeah, like I couldn't hide a limp."
"Then again, blindness to the obvious is a thing. Who are you talking to?"
Aisha stared at Taylor, blinking a couple of times, then facepalmed. "I'm an idiot. Right. You could just heal me right up so that there's no limp to be hidden in the first place."
"So shall we ignore your brother's request and have you go out anyway?"
It looked like the girl was going to say yes, before she sighed. "No, because that might piss him off, and I'm supposed to write a stupid extra essay on why I shouldn't be fighting other students anyway. The console is boring, but would give me time to do that so that I don't get in more trouble for having skipped it."
"Ah. Okay. We'll have to see who else shows up anyway, though, since I should really get a patrol in myself and so far you're the only one here."
"That would fall under 'need me for numbers', so it should be fine."
Taylor went and grabbed a snack, and Missy showed up halfway through the bag of chips. The girl went straight for her room, probably to get changed, and Taylor had finished the bag by the time she returned.
"So what's happening with Rosa not patrolling?" Missy asked.
"Where the hell did you get that hat?" Aisha countered, pointing at the witch's hat that Missy was wearing.
"It was a gift."
Aisha didn't like that answer, at least from the look on her face, but Taylor interrupted. "I'm looking to patrol anyway, if only to keep the Youth Guard from possibly complaining that I'm not looking after my own needs."
Missy nodded. "Well, Chris isn't likely to show. He wanted to get some shopping in for a surprise gift and confirmed that I was going to be around today so that he'd have no worries at all about skipping out for the afternoon."
"Okay, then I guess the two of us can go out with Aisha on console."
Missy started to nod again, then paused and grinned. "Oooh! Can we do a flying route?"
Taylor blinked, then snorted. "Are you sure you want to learn the ropes on that thing while on patrol?"
"I'm lost," Aisha admitted.
Missy's answer was to crunch space down the hallway to get back to her room, and a minute later returned with the broom. She then held it up, grinning widely. "I've got a flying broomstick. Though in limited testing I found that Midnight doesn't like to ride on it with me."
"Where the hell did you get that?"
"Taylor gave it to me."
Aisha turned to glare at Taylor, who rolled her eyes. Not that Aisha could see that through the dark visor. "Why did you get her something to fly on?"
Taylor grabbed Aisha and lifted her off the ground. "So, now that you aren't on the ground, how effective are your powers?"
The girl blinked a couple of times, looked down, wriggled a bit, and then pouted. "Okay, I can't really argue that point. And with higher vantage points Missy could probably use her powers more effectively, so giving her the added mobility makes much more sense than giving it to me."
Taylor nodded and put Aisha down. "If I come across something a bit more ground-level then you might get it. Or you can just ask for a branded bike or something." She then turned to Missy. "Given the comment about Midnight, I assume you tried at least some flying already?"
"Expanded the room and flew around in it a little," Missy explained. "Midnight seems afraid of it, but only when the broom is 'on', so I think the flight system messes with spider-bot senses."
"Ah. That could be the case, yeah. Perhaps just the negated gravity field screwing with the sense of up and down?"
"But I don't get to be a witch with a black spider familiar for laughs, which is annoying."
Taylor shrugged. "At the same time, you won't be bringing Midnight into a possible fight."
There was a pause, before Missy nodded. "I hadn't considered that. I wouldn't want Midnight to be hurt, so patrols are probably a bad idea."
"I so need to get prepared to monitor PHO," Aisha said after a moment, moving over to the console. "See when the first person posts a picture of Missy playing witch on patrol."
"I suspect that she's forgotten her annoyance," Taylor said, looking back at Aisha. "Still, we should pick a route and get all of that set up." She then brought a list of flying routes up. "Do you want to play it safer with one of the less dangerous flying routes, or go for it with one of the ones that pass over all the gang territories?"
Missy frowned. "I didn't think we were allowed to use the latter without approval."
"On paper, perhaps, and that's what the icons imply. But I'm looking at them now and it turns out that if that's supposed to be the case then they screwed up. They only require SL6 or better to activate, no PRT or Protectorate flags at all."
"Ooooh. Let's do one of them then. Can't give up the chance to distract them from realizing they made a mistake by having them react to the more obvious detail of me flying around instead."
"Works for me. I'll get that ready, make sure that everyone is ready on the console, and then we can head up to the roof. Though do you have the clips in for your hat?"
Missy looked confused at that. "Why would I...wind, hat with a sizable brim. Right. Be right back."
Amy had taken the lead, and had chosen to open the portal near the gym. Specifically, in the hallway near the changing rooms. It turned out to be a great choice, as there hadn't been anyone there when the three stepped out. Then again, they were a bit early and there weren't a lot of people at school yet at all, in part due to rain-related traffic issues. Those that were there grumbled a bit about the three not being soaking wet.
In the end, almost a third of the student body ended up being late, as at least one accident had screwed things up to the point that many students taking a bus had ended up stuck in traffic or waiting at bus stops. This included the entirety of the other Wards. As such, it wasn't until lunchtime that they had a chance to communicate with any of them.
"How the hell did you two get here without being soaked this morning?" Missy asked as she sat down. She then pointed at Vicky. "I'd include her, but I'm blaming her force field, which works somewhat differently from your belts."
"My force field would be useless for keeping me dry in a deluge like we had this morning," Vicky commented, which got the attention of several others.
"Then how the hell did you three stay dry?"
Taylor rolled her eyes. "What do you think we did, other than walk from the gym to here?"
There was a pause, before Missy facepalmed. "I'm an idiot. Doubly so, for not having that idea myself."
Others in the area looked at them oddly, but none of the group was volunteering any more information. Eventually most of the student body decided that they weren't getting an answer and moved on to other topics. There were exceptions, though they were less obvious about it. Primarily Chris, who took advantage of being able to not be noticed sending text messages.
C: I have to admit, I'm still lost. What did I miss?
M: Lost regarding what?
C: ...
C: Seriously?
T: You've whined about us leaving with the trick before.
A: And then agreed that said whining was probably unwarranted.
There was a pause as Chris thought about that, before Taylor could tell that he'd winced.
C: Right. I'm an idiot, question withdrawn. Any word on if I can get my own?
T: Haven't heard anything.
C: Damn.
V: I'd put in a good word for you, but I don't think it would do much since it was more mom's doing than mine to get one.
A quick glance showed that Chris wasn't happy about that, but there wasn't a whole lot else to be done about it.
"So what is everyone doing after school?" Missy asked. "Since apparently I'm stuck inside the PRT building running the Wards console this afternoon."
"At least you won't be out in the rain," Vicky noted. "But I'm going to be heading to the PRT building myself, I've got a pile of paperwork to go through and I want it out of the way so that I don't have to worry about it."
"How much paperwork could you have?" Karen asked.
"I'm eighteen today, which means that I'm in a limbo state for some things until I sign some paperwork, not to mention that I can't patrol with my family until some of my probation paperwork is dealt with. If I get through everything then I think they want me to do an official evaluation run with the Protectorate in the next couple of days. Luckily I finished up my new costume over the weekend, so that won't be a bad test run for it and I can present my new 'adult' cape identity pretty much right away."
That derailed the conversation wonderfully, as Vicky having plans for a new costume and cape identity was something that most people weren't aware of. She was keeping details to herself, but Taylor figured that it would hit the news soon enough. Though there was a comment made about there not being enough interesting things to get hit with in Brockton Bay that had Taylor sending a question off.
Taylor popped over to the PRT building when classes let out for several reasons. One was to be nice to Vicky, allowing her to tag along in order to avoid the rain. Another was that it was a good place to head out with the minivan from. But she groaned as she prepared for the third reason, because she realized that she'd never picked up wrapping paper. That went onto the top of her 'shopping list'. Ladders, fans, lights, and a couple of extension cords would be stop two.
With that on her list, she then waited in the common area for Missy to show up while Amy was doing some emergency healing at the hospital. Though Missy was taking longer than expected, but she eventually showed up. With Midnight in a pet carrier, which explained where she'd gone after school. "Why'd you pick up your spider-bot?"
"Mom wants it out of the way for the afternoon," Missy answered. "Why are you here when you're supposed to have the day off?"
Ensuring that her visor was recording, Taylor gestured to a box that she'd left on the counter. "I wanted to ensure that you got that."
Missy blinked, but moved over to the box anyway. She examined it from different angles, but didn't find any labels. Eventually shrugging, she put Midnight's carrier down and then opened the box. Blinking again, she lifted out the broom and Vista-themed witch hat. "What the hell?"
"I thought you might like a bit more direct mobility while out on patrols. I half considered giving it to Aisha, but giving her something that would make it harder to use her powers seemed like a bad idea."
"And the hat?"
"Amusing idea that someone in branding liked." Taylor also sent Missy the documentation that she'd written.
"I guess I know what I'm working my way through while the others are busy," Missy said once the documentation had gotten to her. She then looked at the pet carrier. "I wonder if I could get Midnight to sit on the broom safely? Not quite a black cat, granted..."
"I'll leave you to that," Taylor said, waving as she headed for the portal frame. "I've got other things to do." Like quickly getting a couple shots of the looks on the girl's face from the visor recording to send to Amy before doing her shopping.
Getting wrapping paper hadn't taken long, and Taylor got a card and some ribbon as well. The ladders, fans, and lights had taken a bit longer due to needing to decide on which ones to get. By that point Taylor just asked for a recommendation on multi-plug extension cords, got a brand recommendation, and bought a literal box of them. With all of that purchased and stored in pocket dimensions as appropriate for the purchase she'd pulled the minivan in from the parking lot at the store.
Amy still wasn't done at the hospital at that point, mostly because they'd waited for Jason to show up after the two most critical patients had been dealt with, so Taylor got everything moved to where they'd be using it. She also went to put the extension cords that they wouldn't be using away, picked what she thought was a sensible place to store them, and found that there were already six extension cords there. Following that, she moved to the point that she thought was likely to be the best place to store ladders and found that there were a collection of hooks, but no ladders on them. She had no clue about where to put lights or fans, but ended up digging out the Snitch and using it to look over the rest of the pocket dimension anyway.
By the time Amy arrived Taylor had determined that extension cords were the only 'extra' thing that she'd purchased, and that it might not count as 'extra' since the six she'd found didn't plug into normal outlets. Instead they attached to various power points in the maintenance areas, ones that would normally be used by the normal interconnects between things. Which made Taylor feel better, even if they could've used one of those power points instead of the in-room ones.
"So what's first?" Amy asked, obviously having changed into older clothing. Probably to avoid ruining anything she cared about, something that Taylor hadn't bothered with yet.
"First we need to prepare to paint," Taylor said. "That is, ensuring that our tarps are laid out, and that we have everything we're painting next to taped off properly."
"Oh."
"I figure we should take care of both rooms on that front first, and then maybe have my father or Mark take a look. Unless you think someone else would be a better choice?"
Amy sighed. "Carol would actually be the better choice, if only because she got very good at fixing damage caused by her weapons."
"I'll admit that I hadn't considered it that way, but I can see how that would be the case."
They spent the entire afternoon ensuring that they had everything taped off to the best of their ability to do so and that there were no gaps or likely trip-points with the tarps. Most of the latter being 'tape them down too' in the end. They had a stack of wall plates for each room that they'd taken off to make dealing with the switches and outlets easier, in addition to the framing bezels from around the control panels for other functionality. They'd also removed the hanging rods and doors from the closets, though not without some minor difficulty with the hinge pins. On the other hand, they also realized that they needed to go shopping again when Taylor's notes of things to take down while painting included 'curtain rod hangers'. They didn't have any of those already mounted in the rooms, and hadn't purchased any to go with the curtains that they'd picked up.
Both of them agreed, while taking some quick double-check measurements, that this was likely to be far from the last 'oops, forgot that' entry on their shopping list for the bedrooms.
They felt that they'd done a decent job of things by the time they headed to their own homes for dinner. Vicky had gone out to dinner with Dean so Amy didn't have any information on how the paperwork went, but that was probably fine. After dinner Taylor brought her father and Amy brought Carol into the pocket dimension to look over their prep work.
"This isn't bad," Carol said as she looked over things. "But you've blocked off all of the outlets. Where are you going to plug the lights and fans in?"
Taylor gestured at the bathroom door. "We figured it was just as easy to plug them in and run the extension cords out of the bathrooms so that we could ensure that the entire outlet was protected from accidental painting."
"I see. That does seem like a decent idea, especially if you're not used to painting. I assume you over-tarped just to be safe?"
"Over-tarped?" Danny questioned. "I was wondering if they could use a couple more, if only to expand their work area for putting paint cans, roller pans, and such near them."
"We've got a couple extra to move around as needed," Amy pointed out.
Carol shrugged. "Okay, so maybe that's more of a personal preference than anything else. Still, this looks good enough. Actually, thinking back to my first few times painting rooms, I think you'll appreciate having gone the more cautious route where I wouldn't have gone nearly as far with taping things off. I know what I'm doing now, but I made a mess of things then."
"So when are you two going to start painting?" Danny asked.
"Maybe Friday?" Taylor offered after a moment's thought. "I've got to do Wards stuff for the next couple of days, anyway."
Amy nodded. "And I still haven't actually gotten Vicky a birthday gift, so I probably need to go shopping. Taylor apparently already did her shopping."
"Still need to wrap things though."
Carol looked between the two. "How in the world did one of you pull off doing shopping without the other one noticing?"
Taylor shrugged. "It's easy when you're doing all the actual purchasing online."
"Oh. That would make it trivial, wouldn't it?"
Amy grumbled at that. "I'm more annoyed that you came up with ideas and didn't share them, meaning that I still need to come up with something."
Taylor idly noted that Amy had not, in fact, asked if she had any more unused ideas. But outside of one outstanding item she'd already bought what she'd thought of, so it probably didn't matter much.
That evening Taylor had gone to the trouble of wrapping the gifts that she'd gotten for Vicky. She'd also, on Carol's recommendation, checked the ratings on the filter system that'd been installed in the pocket dimension. Specifically, how it would handle paint fumes. The end result was that apparently the entire system used calibrated energy fields to direct components of the input air in different directions, and the paint fumes would be sent out the 'harmful if concentrated' channels. Into the surroundings if the unit was deployed, or into an 'enclosed pocket' against the ceiling of the pocket dimension so that the normal maintenance function that the snark provided could purge them.
Apparently they hadn't included the weaponization module, which would allow for a fun set of other things to be done with 'waste contaminants of various kinds'. Which was the original purpose of the entire system before Dragon had reverse-engineered it and split the components up a bit more. Beyond that, the actual physical filters that were there as a backup were also rated for an obscene number of things. Including nuclear and biological waste, apparently. But they'd only last a few months at most without the other systems running.
Actually, after a more careful reading, they could also handle radioactive biological waste and airborne molten metals, though the latter only for an hour at best. She might have to look up the tinker that produced the originals at some point, to find out what the hell the filters were originally intended for. Where the hell did you find airborne molten metals?
Wednesday morning Taylor frowned as she looked over PHO. Someone had leaked the news about what she and Amy had been shopping for. Which wasn't annoying in and of itself. No, the more annoying detail was that there was a six-page discussion on PHO about thread counts on the sheets that they'd obviously have purchased, and four pages of arguing about what kind of pillows they bought.
The annoying part was that they hadn't considered getting sheets or pillows, and probably needed blankets too. Closet organizers were also something to consider, but lower priority.
She added those to her list before continuing to look over things. People were torn as to what to make of them purchasing entire bedroom sets, in particular because they weren't sure where they were to be used, so the tracking threads had whipped up support for spotting the delivery trucks that would obviously be dropping everything off. Hebert household, Dallon household, and PRT apartment building teams were already assembled. Which amused her, since everything had already been delivered so it was all a waste of time.
Heading to the PRT building for their morning run in the gym was derailed as soon as they stepped out of the portal into the Wards area. The fire alarms were active and a team was just getting started on Rosa's workshop.
"What happened?" Taylor asked, honestly not expecting to get an answer.
One of those passing back towards the hallway stopped at her anyway. "Oh, hello Miss Hebert, Miss Dallon. Looks like something went wrong in Water Monkey's workshop, an explosion rocked the building about ten minutes ago. Not much of a fire, but a lot of things look damaged."
"Oh."
It only took another ten minutes for them to declare the initial danger over, after which Taylor took a look. Most of Rosa's equipment in the room was damaged, and it looked like it might've been due to leaving one of her packs attached to a running faucet overnight. The fire damage was mostly from a damaged electrical box on the wall, one that her tinker snark spent several minutes thinking about before declaring that it would be better to replace it entirely.
Cataloging all of the damage ate up all of the originally planned gym time, at which point Taylor and Amy sighed and grabbed a proper breakfast anyway. It was obvious that, even with Taylor's help, Rosa wasn't going to be patrolling for several days at a minimum. Which was annoying, because it meant that plans for the afternoon had to be adjusted. Then again, there were other things they could do when not needing to keep an eye on one of the kids, so it shouldn't be too bad.
By lunchtime Taylor had gotten official confirmation that Rosa wasn't going to be patrolling. Colin was going to be working with her in the next couple of days to figure out exactly what had gone wrong so that they could prevent it from happening again, but she was going to have to provide her own list of what she thought the overall damage was as well. It was likely to be compared to Taylor's own list to either encourage the girl to not cover up things or to teach her a lesson in how to properly examine things.
At the same time, a couple of people had decided to skip the unfounded gossip and just ask questions.
"So are you two looking forward to your new beds?" Louise asked as they ate.
"We have a pile of things to do before we can get them set up," Amy admitted. "Painting the rooms, for starters."
"Not to mention more shopping," Taylor added. "We forgot a few things, but we aren't exactly ready for them yet so it isn't that big of a deal."
"Is that one room in each of your houses?" Louise asked.
"Nah, they're in the same place. Amy's room is a floor above mine, actually." Not that they couldn't change that, of course. Or that it mattered all that much which one was where beyond possibly getting used to them being in specific spots.
Though why that news seemed to cause a wave of disappointment to spread through the cafeteria might be something to think about later.
"So is there anything interesting planned for the afternoon?" Dennis asked to break up the lull in conversation.
"I was going to patrol with Water Monkey," Taylor admitted. "But plans have changed due to an incident this morning, so I have to figure out what to do about things."
There was a pause as several people, Dennis included, stared at Taylor. Phones were then brought out and people apparently started looking for what this 'incident' was. It wasn't likely to hit the news anytime soon, though, so good luck to them in finding it.
It wasn't often that Costa-Brown gave the Think Tank gifts, but she'd apparently purchased a bag full of headache medicine for them. Those more in the know were amazed that Cauldron had been willing to give up that much of the stuff without taking a pile of money for it. The rest were more concerned with ensuring that the pills were fairly distributed. Which meant that the entire Think Tank was watching as a small team opened the box.
Unlike previous purchases of headache pills, the first thing out of the box was a plastic bag that'd been tied shut. One with an unfamiliar logo on it. The team opening the box were obviously frowning as one of them opened the bag, and then dumped a pile of over the counter medicine boxes out of it. Most of the Think Tank was scowling at that, because they didn't think that Costa-Brown would be one to prank them in this way.
One of the others present picked up one of the boxes, while a third picked up what looked like a receipt. Most of the Think Tank had stopped paying attention, at least until the one reading the box swore. "The bastards!"
"What?" another member asked over the communication link.
They were ignored as the member reading the receipt grabbed one of the boxes, and allowed the receipt to be taken from them. Those two looked particularly annoyed as they did so, and the others present picked up other boxes to look at as well.
"I don't believe it," the one who'd originally taken the receipt finally said. "The stuff is mildly expensive over the counter medicine wherever it was purchased."
"I'm thinking it's from Aleph," one of the other two said. "Now that the teleporters are working we don't have to rely on the few movers who can get between here and there through other means, which probably means that Costa-Brown just visited long enough to buy out a corner store's supply."
There was silence on the communication channel for almost two minutes before someone laughed. "How many times could we have asked Snail Mail to pick up some drugs at the corner store for us? A single bag of medicine would've been trivial for her to bring back with her. What other things does she alone give us access to that we've never thought to check on?"
Well, when put like that it made them look like fools, didn't it?
As soon as school let out Taylor headed for the PRT building, taking a quick look at Rosa's workshop. She found that someone had already replaced the electrical box and moved over to take a quick look. She found that they'd left several things intentionally disconnected with little warning labels and a note that said that she or Colin had to approve before any given lead was reconnected. Her name was added on by hand afterwards, but it looked like that had been done by Colin, so it was likely fine.
She put a request to confirm that into the system anyway, of course.
With that done she got changed, since she should go out on patrol even if Rosa wasn't available. Not that she'd determined who she was going to be patrolling with yet. Some of that might come down to who showed up since she'd put today down as 'recommended, but not required' for the older Wards, with a note that she needed at least one of them to show up. She fully expected Missy to show, and probably Chris, but Aisha was going to be a crapshoot.
It was thus to her great surprise that Aisha was the first one to arrive, beating Missy who had the ability to get there using pocket dimension portals.
"I wasn't sure if I should be expecting you at all today," Taylor noted. "And here you are, earlier than I'd have thought."
Aisha shrugged. "I got picked up by Brian right after school let out thanks to a couple of idiots."
"What kind of idiots?"
"The kind that thought they could bully me. I didn't actually find out if it was because I'm a girl, I'm black, or if it was because I'm both. But one of them punched me and Brian wanted to make sure that I was okay. At which point he dragged me here, and unless you need me for numbers he wants me not patrolling."
"Why would he want you not patrolling?"
Aisha rolled her eyes. "Because one of them actually got a good hit in while I was kicking the other one in the balls and he doesn't want anyone to notice that I'm limping slightly on patrol."
Taylor blinked a couple of times. "That's got to be one of the worst reasons ever."
"Yeah, like I couldn't hide a limp."
"Then again, blindness to the obvious is a thing. Who are you talking to?"
Aisha stared at Taylor, blinking a couple of times, then facepalmed. "I'm an idiot. Right. You could just heal me right up so that there's no limp to be hidden in the first place."
"So shall we ignore your brother's request and have you go out anyway?"
It looked like the girl was going to say yes, before she sighed. "No, because that might piss him off, and I'm supposed to write a stupid extra essay on why I shouldn't be fighting other students anyway. The console is boring, but would give me time to do that so that I don't get in more trouble for having skipped it."
"Ah. Okay. We'll have to see who else shows up anyway, though, since I should really get a patrol in myself and so far you're the only one here."
"That would fall under 'need me for numbers', so it should be fine."
Taylor went and grabbed a snack, and Missy showed up halfway through the bag of chips. The girl went straight for her room, probably to get changed, and Taylor had finished the bag by the time she returned.
"So what's happening with Rosa not patrolling?" Missy asked.
"Where the hell did you get that hat?" Aisha countered, pointing at the witch's hat that Missy was wearing.
"It was a gift."
Aisha didn't like that answer, at least from the look on her face, but Taylor interrupted. "I'm looking to patrol anyway, if only to keep the Youth Guard from possibly complaining that I'm not looking after my own needs."
Missy nodded. "Well, Chris isn't likely to show. He wanted to get some shopping in for a surprise gift and confirmed that I was going to be around today so that he'd have no worries at all about skipping out for the afternoon."
"Okay, then I guess the two of us can go out with Aisha on console."
Missy started to nod again, then paused and grinned. "Oooh! Can we do a flying route?"
Taylor blinked, then snorted. "Are you sure you want to learn the ropes on that thing while on patrol?"
"I'm lost," Aisha admitted.
Missy's answer was to crunch space down the hallway to get back to her room, and a minute later returned with the broom. She then held it up, grinning widely. "I've got a flying broomstick. Though in limited testing I found that Midnight doesn't like to ride on it with me."
"Where the hell did you get that?"
"Taylor gave it to me."
Aisha turned to glare at Taylor, who rolled her eyes. Not that Aisha could see that through the dark visor. "Why did you get her something to fly on?"
Taylor grabbed Aisha and lifted her off the ground. "So, now that you aren't on the ground, how effective are your powers?"
The girl blinked a couple of times, looked down, wriggled a bit, and then pouted. "Okay, I can't really argue that point. And with higher vantage points Missy could probably use her powers more effectively, so giving her the added mobility makes much more sense than giving it to me."
Taylor nodded and put Aisha down. "If I come across something a bit more ground-level then you might get it. Or you can just ask for a branded bike or something." She then turned to Missy. "Given the comment about Midnight, I assume you tried at least some flying already?"
"Expanded the room and flew around in it a little," Missy explained. "Midnight seems afraid of it, but only when the broom is 'on', so I think the flight system messes with spider-bot senses."
"Ah. That could be the case, yeah. Perhaps just the negated gravity field screwing with the sense of up and down?"
"But I don't get to be a witch with a black spider familiar for laughs, which is annoying."
Taylor shrugged. "At the same time, you won't be bringing Midnight into a possible fight."
There was a pause, before Missy nodded. "I hadn't considered that. I wouldn't want Midnight to be hurt, so patrols are probably a bad idea."
"I so need to get prepared to monitor PHO," Aisha said after a moment, moving over to the console. "See when the first person posts a picture of Missy playing witch on patrol."
"I suspect that she's forgotten her annoyance," Taylor said, looking back at Aisha. "Still, we should pick a route and get all of that set up." She then brought a list of flying routes up. "Do you want to play it safer with one of the less dangerous flying routes, or go for it with one of the ones that pass over all the gang territories?"
Missy frowned. "I didn't think we were allowed to use the latter without approval."
"On paper, perhaps, and that's what the icons imply. But I'm looking at them now and it turns out that if that's supposed to be the case then they screwed up. They only require SL6 or better to activate, no PRT or Protectorate flags at all."
"Ooooh. Let's do one of them then. Can't give up the chance to distract them from realizing they made a mistake by having them react to the more obvious detail of me flying around instead."
"Works for me. I'll get that ready, make sure that everyone is ready on the console, and then we can head up to the roof. Though do you have the clips in for your hat?"
Missy looked confused at that. "Why would I...wind, hat with a sizable brim. Right. Be right back."
I'm really starting to dislike this version of Taylor more and more. Honestly if you add up all the times she trolls her friends just because they didn't ask the right question it becomes so much that i doubt most people would want to be her friend in real life. Also there are instances like when Glenn Chambers asked her where she got her plushies and she basically lies to him. There wasn't even a real reason not to answer him. He is a part of the organization she works for. And now she is going to abuse an oversight to go on a more danagerous patrol route with a younger child. When you look at all the times she messes with people just because she can it's a bit much and she doesn't come off as a very pleasant person to be around anymore.
Jordisk
<Unverified N00B>
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- Blind Eternities
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Well, for one, trolling people, especially parahumans, is actually one of the things BA wants her to do. While her specific needs are "hit things with blunt power" and "Interact with parahumans", I seem to recall her actually talking to BA early in the story and getting a "trolling is good" message back.
Second, she doesn't do the trolling on important things. Aisha was going to heal just fine if Taylor did nothing, so her asking "who are you talking to" isn't really a troll. With the conversation with Chris, it was a critical thinking check, as I believe he is the next person to take over a Wards Leader, in addition to being trolling, and just none of his business anyway. She rarely trolls Amy, ever since they started to share Snarks, and she rarely trolls her uncle, because of power interactions.
Of course, I could just not be seeing the issue due to:
- I am an asshole
- I am social incompetent
- I am mildly autistic, with increased ability in logic and math, and decreased ability with empathy and interpersonal relations.
kip
Legion of Badassitude Member #24601
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- parts unknown
Gave you the insightful because while I don't agree with the statement the point was well thought out.
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- Canada
I was going to say something profound but just look at the Authors tag it outright says Troll, also i love good Trolls and not the Racist/Phobic/ETC trolls who only troll to mess with people and are assholes to everyone, and the good trolls who can and will prank themselves, are actually funny, or Troll to teach others about stuff like Taylor does in story
also while i disagree that was well thought out and i can see where your coming from
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- Location
- In Ontario
As I say about my own hat, Missy's hat has all of the aerodynamic qualities of a Frisbee. 
Vhalidictes
(Verified Demon)
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- Las Vegas
I'd be surprised if you did, Geoul. Note that this story is very Meta, and Taylor is (unintentionally) trolling the readers too.
The author doesn't have those tags for funzies.
Googling "airborne molten metals" brings up an NIH document on workplace hazards in metal foundries.
Makes sense I suppose.
DualEquinox
Verified Smartass
- Location
- Australia
Taylor really is being Harem Protagonist Levels of dense about this, isn't she..?
CmptrWz has a tag for Trolling Author. His shipteases are just plain terrible (in a good way). Keeping everything PG and no ship sails until people become adults. The fact that the fandom in and out of story support the TaylorAmy ship but have to pull themselves back after each false start is a bit hilarious.
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- Florida, USA
Vista. . . Has a witch hat and flying broom. And a sniper rifle. And a grandmother who wants her to kill Nazis.
And she's an open Cape, so all this information will eventually be on PHO. In fact, her grandmother's acceptance of her being good "for the kiddies" until she's an adult might be up there.
I'm waiting for someone from Aleph or Bet's Hollywood to approach the PRT/her and her parents about the film rights to a dramatization of how her graduation into the Protectorate might go.
Coming to theaters this summer. . .
She was a Shaker Nine, and one of the most powerful Capes in the American NorthEast. Now she's finally free of Youth Guard monitoring. . . and ready to kick Nazi ass.
Missy Biron is. . . Nachthexe.
Cue Sabaton's Night Witches playing over footage of an imagined adult Vista as a witch, sniping at E88 members dressed in SS uniforms while making the bullets dance around like Rip van Winkle from Hellsing.
I mean, I'd watch it.
And she's an open Cape, so all this information will eventually be on PHO. In fact, her grandmother's acceptance of her being good "for the kiddies" until she's an adult might be up there.
I'm waiting for someone from Aleph or Bet's Hollywood to approach the PRT/her and her parents about the film rights to a dramatization of how her graduation into the Protectorate might go.
Coming to theaters this summer. . .
She was a Shaker Nine, and one of the most powerful Capes in the American NorthEast. Now she's finally free of Youth Guard monitoring. . . and ready to kick Nazi ass.
Missy Biron is. . . Nachthexe.
Cue Sabaton's Night Witches playing over footage of an imagined adult Vista as a witch, sniping at E88 members dressed in SS uniforms while making the bullets dance around like Rip van Winkle from Hellsing.
I mean, I'd watch it.
David DeLaney
Verified & Credited Rules Wizard
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- North of Knoxville, indoors, seated comfortably
i am interested in your ideas
and should like to subscirbe
to your newslettre
vista shave
Dave, also, her witch's wand/staff needs to be crooked in visually painful ways, and never the same size twice when looked at
ps: Wahrheit macht frei <-- take THAT, nazi wannabees
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- In My Parlour like a Good Arachne
- Pronouns
- She, her
Imma need a translation over the last phrase please.
girador
There are only four circles in this picture
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- behind a screen
It translates out to "The truth will set you free"