#》P.W.. || THREAD

[botanyone]

Has a Plan to Fight Wildfires Gone Up in Smoke?

Has a Plan to Fight Wildfires Gone Up in Smoke? https://ift.tt/BmJV19q Wildfires are getting worse in Europe. Kirkland and colleagues examined 20 years of fire data from northeastern Portugal’s Greater Côa Valley, to see if they could find what causes more severe fires. In particular they investigated claims that abandonment of pastures increased fire risk. Yet, surprisingly, they found that livestock grazing doesn’t necessarily reduce fire risk. The ecologists found that scrubland was the most fire-prone landscape, with 47% burning over the 20-year period. Not surprisingly, the dry conditions in late summer increased the risk of large fires. More surprisingly areas with higher sheep densities were more likely to burn. It appears that sheep trimming the grass did not reduce fire risk. Cattle seem to have no effect either way. Kirkland and colleagues tracked the effect of the fires using satellite data to map fires larger than 1 square kilometre between 2001-2020. They combined this with information on land cover, weather, livestock density, and protected area status. They then statistically analysed the results to determine which factors best explained where fires occurred. Our findings indicate that alone, increasing grazing pressure is unlikely to provide a simple solution, as is sometimes promoted throughout Europe. Only through integrated management strategies that consider various environmental, climatic, and social factors can we mitigate the growing threat of large fires in the Mediterranean while allowing abandoned lands to naturally regenerate and safeguard both the environment and communities at risk. Kirkland, M., Atkinson, P.W., Aliácar, S., Saavedra, D., De Jong, M.C., Dowling, T.P.F., & Ashton-Butt, A. 2024. Protected areas, drought, and grazing regimes influence fire occurrence in a fire-prone Mediterranean region. Fire Ecology 20:88. https://doi.org/10.1186/s42408-024-00320-9 Cross-posted to Bluesky, Mastodon & Threads. The post Has a Plan to Fight Wildfires Gone Up in Smoke? appeared first on Botany One. via Botany One https://botany.one/ October 01, 2024 at 12:30PM

[persyweiss]

location: vievecor city library status: open  @vievecorcitystarters​

Today was a popular day for the library. There was a summer reading program for kids going on, some kids were taking advantage of the study rooms for games, and there was a book club going on in the afternoon. Persy liked it when the library was lively. There were sections were quiet, but there were also areas to hear the children and others speaking and interacting. It was what made the library such a community hub. She was doing a round, walking through sections and rooms to make sure that everything was still safe and under control. 

As she made her way back to her desk, she saw someone waiting in front of it, clearly needing something. The witch hurried over, the carpet quieting her steps. “I’m so sorry to keep you waiting,” she apologized as she approached. There was supposed to be another librarian around, but they must have gone off somewhere. “What can I help you with?”

[persyweiss]

eduardofaukes​:

Eduardo might have been a Naval Officer, having left his days as Longshoreman behind him, but when he returned to Vievecor City, the wolf found it difficult to really allow himself to take a break. He allowed himself the time away from his duties on board to assure that his mother was well back at the farmhouse, that his sister continued to be well taken care of at the Sanatorium and to strategically make the use of Chissob Hills forest during a full moon when he was able— which was far more favourable than trying to find somewhere to change during their brief stints of land— but he still found himself unable to sit still for long.

Eduardo had offered his help back down in The Shipyard’s docks. He easily fell back into the slug of heaving cargo from boat to dock. As a werewolf, it had always taken him far longer to tire than his human counterparts, to their disbelief. He straightened up to wipe the back of his hand against his brow, only pausing when a figure crossed the harbour that undeniably looked like they didn’t belong.

They dropped something and Eduardo moved from his position to pick it up, “Ma’am?” The gravelled voice called out, though given the large coat the person wore, it was hard to tell and so he guessed again, stepping up on the main walkway. “Sir?”

Though she didn’t often go through the Shipyard, she had promised to bring Mercy some of the mochi she had made, a new recipe she was trying out. They two of them often talked about food and recipes they wanted to try, and she had made more than enough for herself and several others, having gotten far too into the time she spent in the kitchen. 

She was taking the long way around, enjoying getting to see the Shipyard and the docks. Persy was too immersed in her own thoughts she almost didn’t hear the voice calling out behind her. “Hmm?” She turned, spotting a man holding her keys and approaching her. “Oh god, thank you so much! I would have been doomed without these!” She rushed over to him, taking them from him with a warm smile. “Can I offer you some ice cream mochi as a thank you?”

[anchorrs]

@trvnches​    /     ∗ ☆  pippa & ronnie

             there's an agitated air around the redhead already, frustration  e v i d e n t  in the way in which she moves; with purpose, with conviction, with anger. it's been another week of terrible press and lectures from daddy dearest, and all pippa wants is to let LOOSE and forget about it. letting loose is never quite as easy as all that, though. if it were any other time, she'd call one of her long-time hook ups and arrange a little sleepover but -- well, she isn't in the mood. that much is clear. when she eventually comes to a stop, propping herself up against the brick wall, she lights a  c i g a r e t t e  almost immediately, taking a drag and trying to RELAX, though the tension of her form doesn't seem to want to leave anytime soon. eyes scanning the horizon, the muscle in her jaw suddenly jumps, gaze  NARROWING  upon a familiar and not entirely welcomed face. it isn't as though she has to greet the other, but she can't help but jump right in anyway, insult  a l r e a d y  loaded on the tip of her tongue, " wow veronica, look at you -- you look even more slutty than usual ! congrats. "

[nlrpgs]

ROUND 3:  FACE YOUR FEARS

the next round was uneven so the twins brought in a random member back in and honey was the (un)lucky winner !

remember, this round is a very different.  before fighting, each contestant is put into a trance that forces them to re-live or live out their worst fear and they will think it is real.  whoever comes to terms with the fear first will snap out of their daze and have an upper hand against their opponent.   that being said, it is also possible for someone to never make it out of their dream state until they are properly knocked out or taken out of the ring.

alex v honey  ( tied, discuss )

eli v levi  ( tied, discuss )

evian v rosie

noire v margo

bold are the predicted winners

the the p.w. are chosen as a result of the stats information we received.   please speak to the person you were paired up with so you can discuss it further because different situations can change the outcome as we don’t know how your character would react in specific scenarios.

if anything changes, message the main to let us know who the new winner is and remember not to thread this but rather post a summary of what happens. that being said, posting what happens is optional as well but it will be fun ! you have until  4/30 11:59pm pst to let us know the new winner(s) as well as posting the summary of the third round !

[lumrahdotcom-blog]

The time is the late ’80s, a crucial period in the history of South Africa. President P.W. Botha is hanging on to power by a thread as the African National...

[persyweiss]

viktor-z​:

@vievecorcitystarters

The lights above the main road cross walk switched to green. Viktor started crossing the wide road, his pace was even but slightly slower than the other pedestrians’. In the middle of the road, a man with a large bear-like dog on a leash passed him by. The dog only grazed Viktor’s side, but the effect this had on him was shocking. In his mind this was not a dog that had brushed past him, but a beast of unnatural proportions. The helldog leapt across the street and turned its head to stare back at him with red, furious eyes, before trotting off, happily waving its tail.

Viktor gasped as a pain shot up through his left leg, locking him in place in the middle of the road. He gripped harder around his walking cane to stay balanced. Blood was rushing from his head, but he had the presence of mind to realise he was having a panic attack. He had to get off the road, but his leg would not budge. Tossing his pride aside he looked up, trying to catch the attention of anyone who could help him walk the rest of the way. “Please…” he gasped, with his breath catching in his throat “Can somebody help me?”

She had meant to get home sooner. Not for any particularly important reason, but she did want to cook up the last of the seafood she had. Her mind was elsewhere, thinking of her plans to cook and wind down watching whatever was on the television. Even as she crossed the street, she should have paying more attention. Her thoughts were waved away like clouds in front of her, a voice pulling her from her daze. She stopped, turning behind her to see a man, stood like a trembling statue in just about the perfect middle of the street. Instinct took over, immediately moving to his side and lifting a hand to rest gently on his shoulder. 

“Let’s get you off of the street. What can I do to help you?”

[persyweiss]

location: Persy’s apartment with: @vivian-ambrose​ 

When Vivian had first started spending long hour at the library, she had very clearly been uncomfortable every time Persy had approached. Slowly, she began to talk to her and ask her, at first, if there were other books she had been looking for. It was a very slow process but she was patient. After all, someone who spent long hours in the library reading was someone the witch couldn’t help liking. Eventually, Persy began to sit with her and they would talk about whatever Vivian was reading, then food and cooking, and soon they talked like good friends. When she’d asked Vivian if she wanted to join her for a day of baking, it seemed like the perfect time to hang out.

She’d made sure to have extra ingredients around and everything was clean in case they needed it. Hearing a knock, Persy opened the door with a smile. “Hi, Viv. Come on in, I was just making sure we have everything.”

[persyweiss]

inquiry | louie & persy

location: the mind’s eye with: @louiegrimaldi

While it wasn’t something she would normally considered, she had already started delving into the dark side of magic and she was worried what other witches in her coven might think if she started looking into potions and spells that numbed or altered her emotions. When she had heard about a particular location that might have what she looked for, Persy went back and forth with herself, even going to the alleyway a few times before she finally committed to the idea. The riddle was a fun challenge for her, as if her way of proving to herself that she could handle this, even though surely everyone who knew her would argue that she, in fact, could not in this situation. 

When she finally gained access, her nerves filled her again but she pressed on, stepping into the beautiful establishment. It was a few minutes for her to take in her surroundings, actually liking it quite a bit despite how uneasy she still felt. Still, Persephone was stubborn and wanted to see this through. She’d already gotten so far, there was little point in turning back now. She ordered herself a drink but she didn’t quite settle, unable to when she was still trying to figure out who it was she had to talk to. When she noticed a tall and broody looking gentleman gazing at her, her instincts told her he was who she was looking for. With the assistance of the little bit of alcohol in her system, she made her way over to him. 

“I heard that if I was looking for something unusual, this would be the place. Is that true?”

[persyweiss]

location: ballroom, near the end of the night with: @eremington

Her mind was filled with thoughts, heartache and confusion swirling and making it difficult to focus on anything. Between kissing Hemi and having Eiji tell her just how much he hated her, she was starting to think all she was doing was making bad choices with her life. And not to mention her encounters with Layla and Izak, which each had their own effects on her thoughts.

 She hadn’t seen Elijah in hours but when she set eyes on him again, she crossed the space with quick steps, almost gliding across the smooth floor. Persy slipped her arm through his and leaned against him, comforted by his presence. When she was with him, she knew she’d be okay, at least for tonight. She could struggle with her thoughts again tomorrow when she didn’t have so much alcohol in her system. 

“Nobody’s dying,” she said softly, remembering the promise he had made to her. Right now, she needed his arms around her, keeping her from spiraling in her own thoughts. “I need you.”

[persyweiss]

makena-harris​:

spaces | persy & makena

“Of course,” Makena grinned and wrapped an arm around Persy’s shoulders as they walked towards the nearest bar and away from the illusion space. “So what have you already been up to this evening? You look like you’re thoroughly, thoroughly enjoying yourself.”

~~~

When Makena put an arm around her and led her away with a new topic of conversation, it was easy for her to miss how quickly the other witch had changed her mind out of concern for her. “I’ve been trying to. I haven’t had a proper night to enjoy myself in a long time, and Elijah didn’t seem to think we should come together so I’ve been doing my best to have all the fun I can without him.” She didn’t mean to voice her complaints so easily, almost as if something had affected her filter. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to start saying the wrong things. 

[persyweiss]

la vie en rose

After a night of not much sleep at all, Persephone thanked Hemi for his kindness in letting her stay with him before returning to her home. It was quiet and dim, almost like the first day she had moved in. She changed clothes and spent some time thinking over what she wanted to say, wanting to be clear and concise and not leave any openings to be manipulated. She was going to settle for nothing but the truth. 

She considered calling him and asking him to come over but soon changed her mind and made her way to the tower. She didn’t spend a lot of time there, spending more of her time in the library than any other coven related location. It was a daunting building but she continued her way to the top, knocking at his door softly. 

“Eli? It’s me. Can I come in?”

@eremington​

[persyweiss]

While she hadn’t actually been hiding, it seemed a lot of people knew where she was. Perhaps most surprising of all was Layla showing up. It wasn’t like they were close friends but they did get along, for the most part. Persy wasn’t about to turn her away, not when the woman was making an effort, even if that effort seemed more geared towards teasing Hemi. At the very least, they both had experiences with relationships and she could use that kind of help at the moment. 

“I can’t imagine what kind of advice you have for me, but I’m all ears.”

@layla-kassin​

[persyweiss]

@hemi-tekoha​​

After her conversation with Kyoko, she had wanted to get as far away as possible, unable to bring herself to see her boyfriend. Somehow, that “far away” place ended up being Vicium. She knew he was probably busy with work or having fun, but she felt safe with him and knew neither of the witches would show up there. She made her way up to his office, familiar with it from their lessons. Persy could hide in there until she felt comfortable enough to leave. He wasn't there when she reached his office but she made herself comfortable in an arm chair, conjuring up a blanket, some tea, and a book. After a while, Hemi came through the door.

"Hey. Sorry. I just needed to get away for a bit. Things are..." She didn't want to lie to him but it was a lot to dump on a guy. "I’m avoiding Elijah right now and this felt like the only safe place to go.” It wasn’t the location that was safe, it was Hemi that made her feel safe.

[persyweiss]

gloriaharwell​:

“You didn’t answer my question,” Gloria noted but didn’t move from Persy’s reach, allowing the gentle touch to sooth her jittery nerves. She knew that tone, knew it intimately, and it usually helped knock her back into her lane but not this time. “A killer being on the lose kind of sounds like a public concern to me. If it were my family, I’d want the story all over the news. I’d want whoever was responsible to be found and brought to justice by any means possible.”

Fingers sliding between the pages she opened the book to a random one, briefly scanning the text before she snapped it shut once more, hugging it close to her chest as she looked to Persy again. “Thank you, that’s very considerate of you. But I wouldn’t want to impose.” Most of all Gloria didn’t want to have to explain why she woke up screaming in the middle of the night or why she needed her ‘allergy medication’ to prevent that from happening, even if the offer itself was one she would’ve gladly taken Persy up on.

Gloria was picking up on her tricks very quickly. “It would probably be better if they made announcements with any kind of details about the killer rather than just the fact that one is out there.” The fact they hadn’t announced anything yet, even several days after, was a little concerning but not enough for her to panic over. If it was a spree killer, they would have killed again. In the party, killing someone randomly would have been seen, so it had to have been planned. At least that’s what she thought. 

“You would never be imposing, Gloria,” she replied, not pushing the offer on her. “I just don’t want you worrying yourself about it to the point of not being able to sleep or relax at all. Driving yourself mad with worry won’t help anyone, especially not you.”

[persyweiss]

location: esme’s home year: 2058 with: @esmeraldabheriya

There were few places she felt safer, and happier, than in Esme's home with her family. The children and her undying affection for Uardo, and his for her, was a warmth and a comfort in an otherwise bleak world. She especially loved being an auntie to their youngest child, although the sweet darling often gave her baby fever, though that wasn't something that was going to happen, not for her. Even if she wanted to bring a child into this world, she didn't think Luke, or even Elijah, would be interested in that with her.

"But how are you doing?" she asked, wanting to make it clear she didn't want to hear any more about the pack or her other children or Eduardo. She needed to know that her friend wasn't becoming overwhelmed by things. "Is there anything I can do for you?"