#24/7 Security

[kyreniacommentator]

24/7 City Security Starts in Girne Old Harbour

The Girne Municipality City Security Unit has started to provide 24/7 service. With the completion of the restoration of the Ancient Harbour and the acceleration of the Girne Municipality harbour projects, the biggest deficiency in the area, which is security, has been addressed by implementing a 24/7 patrol system. Continue reading 24/7 City Security Starts in Girne Old Harbour

[webdollzz]

how does kendrick go from not giving us a song in 5 years to dropping 4 diss songs in 2 days? this man has had them files WAITING.

[mr-stottlemonk]

made a timeline for monk tv for the folks cause it makes no sense sometimes.

[more in the tags]

[update: stottlemeyer's timeline found here]

[monty-glasses-roxy]

I bet the animatronics have a fucking awful work/life balance. I mean how can you disconnect from your work when you're surrounded by it? You live in a building that's nothing but your work.

It's like being self-employed but your work is in every single room of the house and also you're not allowed to leave the house under any circumstances and if you fuck up too bad someone comes and kill you. Also the only people you can talk to off the clock are your colleagues and a bunch of spiders in the vents that don't like you and a night guard that may or may not like you, and you can be locked in your room designed to sell your shit for the entire night anyway.

How do you even begin to build a balance there? What even are your options? It's weirdly like school systems in that even if the world is ending you still can't leave or deviate too much from what's expected I guess? Where do you even start?

[notlocalbisaster]

That devastating silent rage from quackity was terrifying. The rest of the server better be ready because that man is crafting the worst fate for whoever crosses his path.

[macaroni-rascal]

Chelsea is so deeply, horribly, wildly insecure it's so sad to watch. Like girl, love yourself.

[embryoed]

John Shim is such a loser like imagine being so obsessed with this one dude that you create all these psychological/philosophical scenarios just for him, hype up the idea of him joining your organization so much like you’re literally calling him the hero of your escape room death warehouse and giving him special treatment and irl plot armor, and offer him everything he could ever dream of only for him to say no and decide he’d rather die than keep living after everything you did to him like that’s so funny

[phoenixcatch7]

Okay on the topic of crack treated seriously crossover isekai with mdzs, I've been batting about the daycare attendant from fnaf getting reborn into... Someone.

My first thought was obviously wwx, cuz main character, excellent wild card. I considered lxc, all smiley with a heavy heart and too much responsibility trying to care for everyone even as it ruins him. I considered NHS or jgy for that manic rodent customer service energy, I considered xy for his demonic cultivation and intensity, even jyl if you really wanted to lean into the crack energy, and also Moon snapping would be Excellent crouching tiger energy.

I also considered jc.

The thing about the robot DA, if you don't know,

Half is Sun, a frustrated, overworked, sarcastic mf dealing with his alter ai going insane and trying to kill/kidnap the kids they protect. He's anxiety riddled, pithy to adults, a bit of a control freak trying to scrabble together a semblance of balance in a steadily collapsing situation while trying to maintain himself while being terminally neglected. His sanity is hanging by a thread.

Its alternate, Moon, appears whenever it's naptime - ie, when the lights go out. Moon is an uncanny security guard of the pizza plex (imagine a giant themed mall slash party venue that fails basically every osha compliance) that acrobatically hunts down anything that moves when the other animatronics (basically tortured androids let's be real) are in recharge. Moon is corrupted by a semi computer semi haunted magic virus that makes him evil. Sun is left the responsibility of keeping it locked up in his head by never, ever, resting, or by being in the dark.

By the end of the games, sun and moon, the DA, is a shell of his former self. Despite being a multi million investment as a highly marketed, one of a kind animatronic with a worryingly lifelike ai (or two), the DA is abandoned by its creators and left to rot in the slowly crumbling ruins of the daycare, along with the half destroyed and monstrous forms of its fellow animatronics who aimlessly, sightlessly roam the halls. Sun is huddled in the last beam of light from a jacked generator, and when that finally dies moon is reduced to little more than a manmade beast in the dark as they too slowly run out of power, their powerful battery long stolen and grafted into someone else. Their kingdom boarded up and half destroyed, their own private apocalypse they cannot escape, the DA begs the next person he sees for a total reboot. The combined personality, eclipse, is a gentle and naive thing unable to perceive the reality of its situation. Until it runs out of power, it will be placid and calm, lost in its illusion of the past. It is, essentially, requested euthanasia. It's the kindest send off anything else in the pizza plex gets.

So, a snarky, bitchy guy with huge abandonment issues sick of trying to corral unruly kids without reward, constantly overlooked and frankly neglected in favour of the more successful and popular siblings, with deep rooted trauma about losing his core, too much responsibility and no support, desperately trying to keep himself from lashing out and causing irreparable damage and kinda failing? Who just wants to play stupid games and stop having to shoulder everything himself? Fiercely protective of children but also not immune to pettiness?

Yeah, at that point it's not even a question. Let's give jc an identity disorder and a crippling fear of water.

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[axewchao]

Anyone who wears a hat around Moon is contractually obligated to swap hats with him for at least three minutes.

Dal doesn't remember signing any contracts, and tbh Moon (and any other animatronic) freaks him out a bit... but it's just a hat switch. He can handle that. =w="

[softquietsteadylove]

The president au was so cut :), could you do a part 2 pretty please 🩷

"Next we have to focus on the approaching summit."

"No, we should be focusing on public appearances before the turnover of awards season."

"I'm pretty sure we should be focusing on her relationship with the senate."

Thena rubbed her temples, the entirety of her personal cabinet squawking at each other over her upcoming schedule. She knew how much she had to do--she knew better than anyone.

Well, almost better than anyone.

She looked over to Gil; at least the dust cover of everyone arguing was good for something. Gil met her eyes, instinctively sensing her look. He smiled at her in sympathy, patting the schedule of hers in his hand. He was doing what he could to assure her that he had it in hand.

No one would prioritise her well being amidst all the chaos like Gil would.

"Enough!"

Sersi, Kingo and Phastos all startled as Thena spoke up from behind the desk. Sersi cleared her throat, folding in on herself already, "Th-Thena?"

"I can't do this right now," Thena sighed, looking down at the paperwork on her desk. Every letter was starting to meld together in her vision. She pressed her palms to the desk. "I need at least fifteen minutes with no one speaking to me."

Sersi pinched her lips closed, looking at her colleagues. Kingo zipped his lips closed. Phastos sighed, adjusting his glasses, "I'm sorry T, but today is packed."

"Phastos," she glared.

"You can have ten."

"I'll take it," she snapped it up eagerly, already pointing to the door. "Everyone, all of you, security."

The guards within the office traded looks, "ma'am."

"Ten minutes," she repeated with a certain bite to her tone. Secret service nodded, obeying their order no matter how reluctantly.

"We'll be right outside the door, ma'am."

"Right," she sighed, dropping her head as soon as the door was closed.

No one even noticed that Gil hadn't fallen into the crowd and followed them. "Even me?"

"Not a chance," Thena lifted her head as he snuck over to her. She looked up at him, making him make sure the blinds were closed. "Clear?"

"Clear," he smiled before leaning over, pulling her chin up to kiss her. He touched his forehead to hers, "you doin' okay?"

"This week has been," she paused, letting her sigh suffice. He nodded, kissing her again.

"It's a heavy week," he agreed quietly, mindful that they were only ever so alone, even when they were. "You're doing great."

Thena laughed faintly as he gently pushed her down into her chair again, massaging her shoulders. "You're always coaching me these days."

He kissed the back of her head. "I think I coached you a little before, anyway."

True, even when he was her personal security detail as the Vice President, he still was encouraging her between endless press appearances and meetings with Ikaris and any other requirement of the job.

"At least you could be within five feet of me," she lamented, sighing as he worked her knotted shoulders.

"I could always say my training kicked in," he suggested with a grin, leaning down over her shoulder. "It was instinctive that I dove to cover Madam President with my body."

"Gil," Thena laughed again, which was of course his goal. She turned her head to kiss him again, savouring this little window of bliss when she could just be a woman with her boyfriend instead of the pillar of the country.

"We'll get through this, Thena," he promised, tucking a stray hair or two out of her eyes.

"Hm," she neither argued nor agreed readily. It was as close to pouting as she could get these days.

"Hey," he whispered, nudging the side of her head. "Tonight? You call it a night early and call me on the secure line? I can bring a late night snack to your room."

Thena closed her eyes, already able to imagine the bliss that would be eating leftovers on the floor with her partner. "That sounds perfect."

Gil kissed the shell of her ear, "it's a date, then."

This was what qualified as a date for them, but they were lucky to have even these, they knew.

Thena sighed, looking down at her watch, "time's almost up."

"I know," Gil commiserated, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Don't worry, I'll schedule everything. You'll have time to breathe, if nothing else."

She looked up at him, winding their fingers together, "you're all the air I need."

Gil kissed her forehead, "I love you too, Thena."

She gave up his hand reluctantly.

He gave her a grin, "very poetic, ma'am. Are you sure you need someone to write your speeches for you?"

"Shush," she rolled her eyes, but at least smiled again before he pulled away from her. "Fine, let them in."

He gave her a look from the door. "Twelve more hours."

Twelve more hours until she could actually be with the man she loved.

[4dr3n4lin3]

you already know Bo would have every single one of these

[ask-twin-puppets]

To Flare, I dare you to prank your twin!

..How would that even work-

There's always a way.

ASK 5

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[unhonestlymirror]

Me having favorite character: I would like to award you the highest honour I can bestow *gives my clothes*

[brad-bakshi-loves-bugs]

people say the home is where the heart is. brad knows it's bullshit, though.

home is where you feel safe.

and the only place brad can feel truly safe is his car. whether it's his old beat up silver 2006 toyota corolla or his shiny new white 2020 audi rs 3, he spends more time in his car than his apartment.

well, when he's not sick, at least.

brad bought his corolla new back in 2006. it was his first car, and he still affectionately refers to it as "ol reliable" even though it's pushing 410k miles. the car's nearly undrivable now - there's something wrong with the transmission and the car rattles suspiciously when he drives faster than 60mph in it, but he keeps it anyway because it's the only non-living thing he's ever been attached to. that old car got him away from his father and zack, after all. he saved for years to buy it.

because the thing is - cars are safe. which is ironic, because people die in their cars far more than they die in their homes. but they aren't murdered in their cars. well, not frequently, at least. brad knows that zack knows his address. no matter how often brad moves, zack has always known his new address in a matter of weeks. brad's given up on constantly uprooting his life to hide from the inevitable.

but there isn't a paper trail to follow when brad is in his car. he can drive as long and as far as he wants, and no one can follow him or stop him. that was part of his reason for getting his current car - he knows zack can't afford a faster car than he has, so theres zero chance of zack stalking and hurting him when he's driving. not to mention the fact that brad doesnt have any neighbors when he's driving around, so he can blast his music as loud as he wants and scream when he's pissed off and no one will ever hear or know. it's a great release.

brad isnt a car guy. he's only owned two cars throughout his entire life. but he would rather die than be carless. thats another reason he kept his corolla when he got his audi - one day, his audi may be in need of repair or something that requires it to be taken into a shop, and brad doesnt feel comfortable without an escape plan. better safe than sorry, after all.