10ebbor10
DON'T PANIC
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Ben and May broke up during the transition from thread 1 to thread 2. May and Liv started dating after that.
The Arachne System (SPIDERLIV 3)
- Thread starter open_sketch
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- Superhero
Baron Ouroboros
Emerald Leaves and Crimson Petals
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- Vancouver
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Can't wait for Arachne to become more powerful. They have the universe to gain; they have no limits that they cannot surmount. With great power... come SSS style rankings, for they are the storm that is approaching. Provoking.
Hype engine is go.
Hype engine is go.
TortugaGreen
Constantly out of the loop
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- She/Her
Calm your powerlevels - getting strong is for later, the current order is transphobia-induced angst.
Baron Ouroboros
Emerald Leaves and Crimson Petals
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- Vancouver
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- He/Him
Ugh... sorry about that. I was listening to some hype music and was not altogether thoughtful. My apologies.
Edit: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, it wasn't the time. I'll read the room better next time.
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- Location
- Ottawa
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- She/Her/Whatever
hey, you did nothing wrong. nothing wrong with being hype!
Panory
The Omake Dragon
- Location
- New York
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- He/Him
Liv: I have achieved my goals and then ascended even further beyond the pale. To shackle myself further would awaken a fury like that of the coming storm, rage and death all at once!
Eddie: O-okay, so you don't feel like running the 200m anymore, got it.
Liv: Yeah, I mostly joined to pick up chicks, and I got chick. Mission accomplished.
Eddie: Really? You joined Track and Field to impress girls?
Liv: Bold words from the guy in Newspaper Club.
Eddie: ...touché.
Eddie: O-okay, so you don't feel like running the 200m anymore, got it.
Liv: Yeah, I mostly joined to pick up chicks, and I got chick. Mission accomplished.
Eddie: Really? You joined Track and Field to impress girls?
Liv: Bold words from the guy in Newspaper Club.
Eddie: ...touché.
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- Somewhere.
[X] "The precedent set by the IOC's complaint and case against Caster Semenya was and always has been bullshit. No further comments."
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- He/They
[X] "The precedent set by the IOC's complaint and case against Caster Semenya was and always has been bullshit. No further comments."
[X] "The precedent set by the IOC's complaint and case against Caster Semenya was and always has been bullshit. No further comments."
Solarstream
It's all in the cards
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- Zombie World
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Fiiiiiiine. Give him a rundown why you weren't okay with the blood test.
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- He/Him
[X] "The precedent set by the IOC's complaint and case against Caster Semenya was and always has been bullshit. No further comments."
This is my vote!
This is my vote!
[X] "The precedent set by the IOC's complaint and case against Caster Semenya was and always has been bullshit. No further comments."
Uh, for what its worth, pure fruit juices(not concentrates or reconstituted, or fruit flavored juices) tended to be to be marketed in glass bottles even now.
I'm not entirely sure why, but a quick google search turns up a 2003 research paper that demonstrates that standard PET bottles are oxygen permeable and causes the juice to degrade quicker in storage. The margins are substantial, 40% vitamin C loss over 2 months for PET and 20% for glass, which on further testing the glass's loss is due to the headspace containing oxygen(since filling a glass bottle more fully is more likely to explode depending on the temperature and nobody's arsed to fill the headspace with inert gas).
This is paired to a visible browning, which would be a major sales problem.
So probably why you get fruit juices in glass and reconstituted/fruit flavored in cardboard cartons and plastic bottles.
SCIENCE!
Power Trip
- Location
- Ottawa
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Whatever
The fact that fucking Brooklyn Visions Academy wanted you to take another blood test with their people to check your androgen levels for themselves was just... it was fucking gross. Sure, you were deliberately underperforming to keep from breaking records and drawing attention, but you were still winning everything, and you'd bet anything the bougie parents of those BVA kids leaned on the school to try and get you removed so little Miss Comesfrommoney McPrivileged didn't lose to a tranny. it was easier to just back out, even if Coach Murch had lamented what should have been an easy win.
"Look, it's not hard. They thought they were going to lose, so they threw a fit to get my hormone levels checked. I already have to submit all my blood tests to the school to be allowed to compete at all, so it was just a formal way of calling me a man and trying to stop me from competing. It's disgusting, and there's no point to it other than to intimidate me."
"... so why quit? Why not go anyway to stand up to them?" Eddie asked.
"Because..." you said, "I don't particularly want to get my photo smeared across the cover of the Daily Bugle after I won. I didn't want to be used as ammo against other trans athletes. Make sense?"
"I guess. But like... doesn't it upset you? It's really unfair."
"Of course I'm upset! It was going to be super fun, and I was excited." you said, "I hope whatever parent complained is feeling great about ruining it for me. That's my official comment."
"... thank you." he said, stopping the recording. "Uh, off the record, like that matters, when did you get into track? You were a total nerd before."
"Hormones addled my brain and turned me into a jock." you said, totally deadpan, then you couldn't help but smile. "Coach Murch just put me on the spot after class, and I had a good enough time. Plus... a lot of hot girls do track?"
"Nice." he said, and you shared a fist bump. "Totally get that."
He walked off, and you were struck with a sort odd feeling. You and Eddie used to be close friends, before everything got weird. It was remarkably easy to slip back a moment into Dude Talk and connect again, but... wow, it left you feeling kinda gross. That hot girls comment was uh... it wasn't great. It felt like regressing to an earlier mindset, one that didn't reflect who you were now, and it sent a little shiver through you. A cruel voice in your head, the one that couldn't help but read the comments, whispered something about male socialization. Urgh.
That got you in a bit of an introspective mood, walking to class. You quitting Track had actually accelerated your plans to get back out as Arachne. You had been planning to resume patrols in the summer once school was over, but once the complaints were being registered and you realized how big a deal this was going to be, you'd just quit in a huff and within the week you were moving your timetable up. Talking about it with your therapist, you'd vaguely come to the conclusion that it was because Track was providing a psychological need that being Arachne met. Yes, you went out to help people because you thought you had a responsibility, because it was the right thing to do. Because you didn't have the luxury of abandoning the work. But you got other things out of it: freedom, excitement, validation, the intellectual and physical challenge, a sense of purpose...
... and the feeling of power.
There was no denying that was an element, and it was the thing you'd struggled with the most in your preparations to return to the mask. Confronting some mugger in an alley with superior strength and a host of impossible technologies gave you the same intoxicating rush as effortlessly outrunning some girl who'd been training hard for months. Winning, seeing others lose, you felt invincible.
Which was another reason you quit. A bigger reason than you liked: It had been a bit of a wake-up call. Yes, they were transphobic assholes, yes, they were wrong to do it. But they were also right. It wasn't a fair contest. You were participating because it wasn't a fair contest, and you'd been as disgusted with yourself in that moment as you were them.
So back to the mask. Back to chasing the high while helping people, instead of just dashing their hopes at the 60m dash.
"Perhaps not the noblest motive, but better than building a doomsday device." Athena whispered in your ear.
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"Watcha doodling?" May asked, leaning over to look at your laptop. You leaned it over to show a piece you'd been working on for your 3d printer.
"Doomsday device." you said, grinning. "No, really, it's just a bracket to hold up a shelf in my closet. I need a place to store some things."
"Oh, cool, okay." she said. Probably wouldn't if she knew it was because you needed a better place to stash all your stolen guns at the top of your closet until you could figure out what to do with them. You were putting out online feelers to see if you could donate them to the SRA or something. "Couldn't you just buy one though?"
"Sure, but then I wouldn't get to use my 3d printer." you joked, "What are you up to?"
"Oh, you know. Planning the weekend excursion." she said. "Maps and stuff."
Oh right!
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"Look, it's not hard. They thought they were going to lose, so they threw a fit to get my hormone levels checked. I already have to submit all my blood tests to the school to be allowed to compete at all, so it was just a formal way of calling me a man and trying to stop me from competing. It's disgusting, and there's no point to it other than to intimidate me."
"... so why quit? Why not go anyway to stand up to them?" Eddie asked.
"Because..." you said, "I don't particularly want to get my photo smeared across the cover of the Daily Bugle after I won. I didn't want to be used as ammo against other trans athletes. Make sense?"
"I guess. But like... doesn't it upset you? It's really unfair."
"Of course I'm upset! It was going to be super fun, and I was excited." you said, "I hope whatever parent complained is feeling great about ruining it for me. That's my official comment."
"... thank you." he said, stopping the recording. "Uh, off the record, like that matters, when did you get into track? You were a total nerd before."
"Hormones addled my brain and turned me into a jock." you said, totally deadpan, then you couldn't help but smile. "Coach Murch just put me on the spot after class, and I had a good enough time. Plus... a lot of hot girls do track?"
"Nice." he said, and you shared a fist bump. "Totally get that."
He walked off, and you were struck with a sort odd feeling. You and Eddie used to be close friends, before everything got weird. It was remarkably easy to slip back a moment into Dude Talk and connect again, but... wow, it left you feeling kinda gross. That hot girls comment was uh... it wasn't great. It felt like regressing to an earlier mindset, one that didn't reflect who you were now, and it sent a little shiver through you. A cruel voice in your head, the one that couldn't help but read the comments, whispered something about male socialization. Urgh.
That got you in a bit of an introspective mood, walking to class. You quitting Track had actually accelerated your plans to get back out as Arachne. You had been planning to resume patrols in the summer once school was over, but once the complaints were being registered and you realized how big a deal this was going to be, you'd just quit in a huff and within the week you were moving your timetable up. Talking about it with your therapist, you'd vaguely come to the conclusion that it was because Track was providing a psychological need that being Arachne met. Yes, you went out to help people because you thought you had a responsibility, because it was the right thing to do. Because you didn't have the luxury of abandoning the work. But you got other things out of it: freedom, excitement, validation, the intellectual and physical challenge, a sense of purpose...
... and the feeling of power.
There was no denying that was an element, and it was the thing you'd struggled with the most in your preparations to return to the mask. Confronting some mugger in an alley with superior strength and a host of impossible technologies gave you the same intoxicating rush as effortlessly outrunning some girl who'd been training hard for months. Winning, seeing others lose, you felt invincible.
Which was another reason you quit. A bigger reason than you liked: It had been a bit of a wake-up call. Yes, they were transphobic assholes, yes, they were wrong to do it. But they were also right. It wasn't a fair contest. You were participating because it wasn't a fair contest, and you'd been as disgusted with yourself in that moment as you were them.
So back to the mask. Back to chasing the high while helping people, instead of just dashing their hopes at the 60m dash.
"Perhaps not the noblest motive, but better than building a doomsday device." Athena whispered in your ear.
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"Watcha doodling?" May asked, leaning over to look at your laptop. You leaned it over to show a piece you'd been working on for your 3d printer.
"Doomsday device." you said, grinning. "No, really, it's just a bracket to hold up a shelf in my closet. I need a place to store some things."
"Oh, cool, okay." she said. Probably wouldn't if she knew it was because you needed a better place to stash all your stolen guns at the top of your closet until you could figure out what to do with them. You were putting out online feelers to see if you could donate them to the SRA or something. "Couldn't you just buy one though?"
"Sure, but then I wouldn't get to use my 3d printer." you joked, "What are you up to?"
"Oh, you know. Planning the weekend excursion." she said. "Maps and stuff."
Oh right!
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[ ] It wasn't anything major. There was a flea market in Williamsburg that both of you were interested in poking around, then you figured you'd wander a bit. Degentrification has hit the area hard, but she was with you: you weren't worried.
[ ] This weekend, you and her were jumping on your bikes and going up the North County Trailway. A lovely and very long ride as far out as you could go, just the two of you, out of the city and into some trees. You're looking forward to it!
[ ] Road trip! May's had her license, and there was an anime con in Baltimore she wanted to go. She didn't want to go alone, so she invited you along. You didn't particularly care for anime, but you were excited to be excited about her thing!
You can propose write-ins, subject to approval, if you think of a fun thing and I can think of a plotline to hook it into.
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[X] Road trip! May's had her license, and there was an anime con in Baltimore she wanted to go. She didn't want to go alone, so she invited you along. You didn't particularly care for anime, but you were excited to be excited about her thing!
Is she going to cosplay as someone?
Is she going to cosplay as someone?
- Location
- Ottawa
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Whatever
OBVIOUSLY
not sure who yet. what even is the big anime of 2030?
(other than One Piece)
Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
- Location
- Russia
Okay, just gotta ask, because I really have no idea: what is SRA?
I tried googling it, and came up with nothing particularly useful except for some funny abbreviations.
Satanic Ritual Abuse, anyone?
No, but seriously.
Oh, also votes
[X] Road trip! May's had her license, and there was an anime con in Baltimore she wanted to go. She didn't want to go alone, so she invited you along. You didn't particularly care for anime, but you were excited to be excited about her thing!
Since May is into retro, she could cosplay as someone from the previous decade(s). Good luck figuring out who, tho, I have no idea.
I tried googling it, and came up with nothing particularly useful except for some funny abbreviations.
Satanic Ritual Abuse, anyone?
No, but seriously.
Oh, also votes
[X] Road trip! May's had her license, and there was an anime con in Baltimore she wanted to go. She didn't want to go alone, so she invited you along. You didn't particularly care for anime, but you were excited to be excited about her thing!
Since May is into retro, she could cosplay as someone from the previous decade(s). Good luck figuring out who, tho, I have no idea.
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- Location
- Ottawa
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- She/Her/Whatever
The Socialist Rifle Association. Founded as a joke, now a real thing, and in Liv's era its huge!
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- It's a whole new world we live in
Don't give it up...whoever those people are
10ebbor10
DON'T PANIC
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Probably something with a long history and relatively simple animation, so that underpaid workers and over-engineered neural nets can churn out dozens of episodes after another? The fans call the visual glitches weird and mysterious, signs of a deeper plot. The staff has labelled the Support ticket : "Will not fix".
Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
- Location
- Russia
Okay, donating them to a legal firearm organization is potentially a really bad idea... because half of these guns were probably stolen ( even before Liv got her hands on them, I mean ) and half of them got their license numbers sheared off, and another half of them are automatics, which are illegal for a civilian to possess, period.
Admittedly, I don't know much about American gun regulations, but it seems to me those perfectly nice people don't really deserve a big pile of illegal guns to get dropped on their collective laps.
Admittedly, I don't know much about American gun regulations, but it seems to me those perfectly nice people don't really deserve a big pile of illegal guns to get dropped on their collective laps.
Baron Ouroboros
Emerald Leaves and Crimson Petals
- Location
- Vancouver
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Road trip! May's had her license, and there was an anime con in Baltimore she wanted to go. She didn't want to go alone, so she invited you along. You didn't particularly care for anime, but you were excited to be excited about her thing!
Speaking of, what does being a superhero mean to Liv & Athena? They probably consider the comics to be little more than libertarian myths, so they both might have their own ideas of what it means to be a "hero." Perhaps they don't see themselves as "superheroes," despite their appropriation of the aesthetic, but as rebels and revolutionaries who act to help build a better, more just world.
Speaking of the guns, we could melt them down and use their raw materials to help build new gadgets for ourselves.
Speaking of, what does being a superhero mean to Liv & Athena? They probably consider the comics to be little more than libertarian myths, so they both might have their own ideas of what it means to be a "hero." Perhaps they don't see themselves as "superheroes," despite their appropriation of the aesthetic, but as rebels and revolutionaries who act to help build a better, more just world.
Speaking of the guns, we could melt them down and use their raw materials to help build new gadgets for ourselves.
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