#Beau bug taks

[beausbugbiome]

Enjoy these lil guys I find around my home and work place all found in ohio

You wouldn't mind identifying them? Have a nice day/night🪲🐞

Hi, friend! Thank you for gifting me bug photos! I’ll try my best to identify them. 💚 @wingdings41103

The mantis looks like a Carolina Mantis (Stagmomantis carolina). The first moth looks like maybe a Velvetbean caterpillar moth (Anticarsia gemmatalis). The little spiky friend is a North American Wheel Bug (Arilus cristatus). And I think the last moth is a Triton Dagger Moth (Acronicta tritona) or maybe Aconticta radcliffei?

Anyone please feel free to correct me!

[sanwaldeen]

The Olympics

New Post has been published on https://sanwaldeen.com/journal/2019/05/16/the-olympics/

The Olympics

[vc_row row_height_percent=“0” override_padding=“yes” h_padding=“5” top_padding=“1” bottom_padding=“2” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” column_width_percent=“100” shift_y=“0” z_index=“0”][vc_column column_width_percent=“100” position_vertical=“middle” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” medium_width=“0” mobile_width=“0” shift_x=“0” shift_y=“0” shift_y_down=“0” z_index=“0” width=“1/4”][vc_custom_heading auto_text=“yes” heading_semantic=“h1” text_size=“h3”]This is a cus­tom head­ing element.[/vc_custom_heading][vc_button size=“btn-link” border_width=“0”]Print-friendly Version[/vc_button][/vc_column][vc_column column_width_percent=“100” override_padding=“yes” column_padding=“3” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” medium_width=“0” mobile_width=“0” shift_x=“0” shift_y=“0” shift_y_down=“0” z_index=“0” width=“3/4”][vc_column_text el_class=“sanwal”]Maggie and I went to the Olympics over Christ­mas break and stayed at Dew Drop Inn in Forks, Wash­ing­ton. We had been talk­ing about going to the Hot Nation­al For­est for about two years now. Locate din the Olympic Nation­al Park, Hoh is a mossy won­der­land where green touch­es every­thing. All that moss absorbs the sound, mak­ing it feel sur­re­al­is­ti­cal­ly still. So much so that it was list­ed as the qui­etest place on earth.[/vc_column_text][vc_column_text]Naturally, we were quite excit­ed to vis­it, but unfor­tu­nate­ly, Mr. Pres­i­dent declared that the gov­ern­ment shut down, and sad­ly, all the nation­al parks were closed. To make mat­ters worse, intense rain­falls in the weeks lead­ing up to our trip had caused branch­es to break and block the roads; with no one to clear the debris, the parks were left vir­tu­al­ly inac­ces­si­ble, espe­cial­ly in our lit­tle VW bug.

Nonethe­less, we ven­tured onwards. We weren’t going to let our mon­ey spent on the motel go to waste! We arrived in Forks at around 03:00 PM and it was already get­ting dark. We imme­di­ate­ly under­stood why vam­pires like liv­ing there, and also, why every­body seemed so pale.

We woke up the next morn­ing to a thick mist rolling over lush pur­plish fields. The sun, futile in its effort, was try­ing real­ly hard to burn through the clouds, but the clouds were to thick and came back with­in the blink of a shutter.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row row_height_percent=“0” back_color=“color-101613” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” column_width_percent=“100” shift_y=“0” z_index=“0”][vc_column width=“1/2”][vc_single_image media=“79167” media_width_percent=“100”][/vc_column][vc_column width=“1/2”][vc_single_image media=“79166” media_width_percent=“100”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row row_height_percent=“0” override_padding=“yes” h_padding=“5” top_padding=“1” bottom_padding=“2” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” column_width_percent=“100” shift_y=“0” z_index=“0”][vc_column column_width_percent=“100” position_vertical=“middle” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” medium_width=“0” mobile_width=“0” shift_x=“0” shift_y=“0” shift_y_down=“0” z_index=“0” width=“1/4”][/vc_column][vc_column column_width_percent=“100” override_padding=“yes” column_padding=“3” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” medium_width=“0” mobile_width=“0” shift_x=“0” shift_y=“0” shift_y_down=“0” z_index=“0” width=“3/4”][vc_column_text]We start­ed mak­ing our way to the for­est. The deep­er we went the cloudi­er it start­ed to become. Soon, it start­ed to pour. We say a cute lit­tle sou­venir shop that had the best flan­nels in the entire world. And that’s not an over­state­ment.

The lady at the store told us that the park was closed. We looked out­side and the rain was so dense that we couldn’t even see our car. Idi­ot­i­cal­ly, I decid­ed that I want­ed to take a pic­ture, and take it with my large for­mat cam­era. Mag­gie wasn’t feel­ing well (and by this time had had enough of my non­sense) so she retreat­ed in the car while I fum­bled with bulky equip­ment. First, I took out a small yel­low umbrel­la, and start­ed set­ting up my tri­pod; it was per­haps the worst idea I had had until that point because it was impos­si­bly hard open­ing the legs with one hand. The twist knobs kept clench­ing the skin on my fin­gers and mak­ing me shout a lot of curse words.

Once the tri­pod was start­ed set­ting up my Lin­hof. With one hand on the umbrel­la, I care­ful­ly used my oth­er hand to place the cam­era on the tri­pod. That wasn’t too bad. I start­ed unfold­ing the bed and took out the lens. Now, I had to focus.

This was easy, or so I thought.

By this time, the thick clouds had made it impos­si­bly hard to see; even with the aper­ture opened at its largest, I could bare­ly make out shapes as I peered into the ground glass.

To make mat­ters worse, I sur­passed my stu­pid­i­ty and tried to use a mag­ni­fy­ing glass to focus on the trees. Prob­lem was, I was using one hand to hold the umbrel­la and the oth­er to move the lens. I had no more hands left to hold the mag­ni­fy­ing glass. I decid­ed to put pres­sure on the mag­ni­fy­ing glass using only face, and almost tripped the tri­pod.

At this point I was almost in tears and want­ed to kick and scream. Why do I shoot film. It’s so dumb. I could have shot this in less than a minute with my dig­i­tal cam­era, and it would have been sharp­er too.

Frus­trat­ed, I angri­ly insert­ed the film back, closed the aper­ture, took out the dark slide and pressed the shut­ter but­ton. But my trou­bles were not over yet. Rain had got­ten into the dark slide, so as I was try­ing to put the slide back in, it kept get­ting stuck. I just gave up, flipped the film back, dried the hold­er, and tried tak­ing the pic­ture again.

Despite the prob­lems, a part of me had high hopes that the pic­ture would be a mas­ter­piece. Lat­er, when I devel­oped the neg­a­tive, this is how it turned out.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row row_height_percent=“0” back_color=“color-101613” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” column_width_percent=“100” shift_y=“0” z_index=“0”][vc_column width=“1/1”][vc_single_image media=“79186” media_width_percent=“100”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row row_height_percent=“0” override_padding=“yes” h_padding=“5” top_padding=“1” bottom_padding=“2” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” column_width_percent=“100” shift_y=“0” z_index=“0”][vc_column column_width_percent=“100” position_vertical=“middle” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” medium_width=“0” mobile_width=“0” shift_x=“0” shift_y=“0” shift_y_down=“0” z_index=“0” width=“1/4”][/vc_column][vc_column column_width_percent=“100” override_padding=“yes” column_padding=“3” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” medium_width=“0” mobile_width=“0” shift_x=“0” shift_y=“0” shift_y_down=“0” z_index=“0” width=“3/4”][vc_column_text]As you can see, a monkey’s ass would prob­a­bly make a far more inter­est­ing pho­to. Not only did I screw up tak­ing the pic­ture, I screwed up the devel­op­ing as well. The devel­op­ing tank cracked as I was devel­op­ing the film, leak­ing stinky E-6 chem­i­cals every­where. But look­ing at my fail­ure, I under­stand exact­ly why I still shoot film—the process of fail­ing taught me so much about what to do, what not do, how dif­fer­ences in chem­i­cal den­si­ty impacts a neg­a­tive and in turn, the rela­tion­ship of expo­sure to neg­a­tive den­si­ty.

But back to the sto­ry. Defeat­ed from my expe­ri­ence, I stormed into the car like a lit­tle child and drove back to Dew Drop. As we got to the hotel, I was still curi­ous to see how far I could go into the for­est; Mag­gie, feel­ing unwell and tired of my stu­pid­i­ty, decid­ed to relax in the hotel room instead.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row row_height_percent=“0” back_color=“color-101613” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” column_width_percent=“100” shift_y=“0” z_index=“0”][vc_column width=“1/1”][vc_single_image media=“79185” media_width_percent=“100”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row row_height_percent=“0” override_padding=“yes” h_padding=“5” top_padding=“1” bottom_padding=“2” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” column_width_percent=“100” shift_y=“0” z_index=“0”][vc_column column_width_percent=“100” position_vertical=“middle” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” medium_width=“0” mobile_width=“0” shift_x=“0” shift_y=“0” shift_y_down=“0” z_index=“0” width=“1/4”][/vc_column][vc_column column_width_percent=“100” override_padding=“yes” column_padding=“3” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” medium_width=“0” mobile_width=“0” shift_x=“0” shift_y=“0” shift_y_down=“0” z_index=“0” width=“3/4”][vc_column_text]On my way back to Hoh, I saw a beau­ti­ful water­fall drenched in autumn col­ors and decid­ed to take out my large for­mate cam­era again. This time though, the thick for­est canopy served as my umbrel­la. It wasn’t let­ting even a drop through!

Sur­pris­ing­ly, this neg­a­tive came out look­ing a lot bet­ter, despite the fact that it was devel­oped in the same tank as the pre­vi­ous pho­to. It was still under-devel­oped; when you see the neg­a­tive in day­light, it is very hard to make out the details. But still, I was able to recov­er a lot more infor­ma­tion through scanning.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row row_height_percent=“0” back_color=“color-101613” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” column_width_percent=“100” shift_y=“0” z_index=“0”][vc_column width=“1/1”][vc_single_image media=“79158” media_width_percent=“100”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row row_height_percent=“0” override_padding=“yes” h_padding=“5” top_padding=“1” bottom_padding=“2” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” column_width_percent=“100” shift_y=“0” z_index=“0”][vc_column column_width_percent=“100” position_vertical=“middle” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” medium_width=“0” mobile_width=“0” shift_x=“0” shift_y=“0” shift_y_down=“0” z_index=“0” width=“1/4”][/vc_column][vc_column column_width_percent=“100” override_padding=“yes” column_padding=“3” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” medium_width=“0” mobile_width=“0” shift_x=“0” shift_y=“0” shift_y_down=“0” z_index=“0” width=“3/4”][vc_column_text]15 min­utes from the water­fall, I could tell I final­ly arrived at Hoh prop­er. Moss was grow­ing on every­thing but the road. Rain or shine, debris or no debris I was going to get my pic­tures. The deep­er I got, the dark­er it became. Moss grew on every sur­face, light­ing the Spruce and Sitkas in elec­tric green. The deep­er I went, the qui­eter it became. Soon, I stop see­ing any cars and the road comes to an abrupt halt.

With nowhere to go, I got my cam­era out and start to take a walk. The thick coat of moss muf­fled every sound. I couldn’t hear myself walk. Through the vel­vet green shad­ows of ancient droop­ing trees, I notice a stump ris­ing from the ground.

I set up my tri­pod.

The wind began to howl and the leaves start­ed to trem­ble. Soon, the rain start­ed to pat­ter down the quiv­er­ing ferns, and the for­est begins to swell like a wave.

Windswept, the for­est becomes ghoul­ish­ly ani­mat­ed. I start see­ing faces in the hang­ing moss­es. I looked around and noticed the dead limbs of trees sprawled across the cracked road. The rain grew loud­er, but still couldn’t find its way through. I was alone, and the sound of the shut­ter on my cam­era was absorbed by the ancient giants that sur­round­ed me.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row row_height_percent=“0” back_color=“color-101613” overlay_alpha=“50” gutter_size=“3” column_width_percent=“100” shift_y=“0” z_index=“0”][vc_column width=“1/1”][vc_gallery el_id=“gallery-138672” medias=“79180,79179,79178,79177,79176,79175,79174,79173,79172,79171,79170,79169,79168,79167,79166,79165,79164,79163,79162,79161,79160,79159,79158” gutter_size=“3” screen_lg=“1000” screen_md=“600” screen_sm=“480” single_overlay_opacity=“50” single_image_coloration=“desaturated” single_image_color_anim=“yes” single_image_anim_move=“yes” single_padding=“2” single_border=“yes”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=“1/1”][vc_empty_space empty_h=“2”][/vc_column][/vc_row]

[beau7x-blog]

Chapter 5 or 6 or whatever

Shiny frowned sternly at a bent floorboard in the downstairs storage hall. It squeaked loudly as he slowly applied pressure on it with his right foot. His frown grew deeper. He rapidly tapped his foot against the wood, causing the floor to groan in protest. His eyes lit up with an idea and began to frantically run up and down the corridor, stopping every now and then before continuing his linear marathon. He suddenly halted on the tip of his toes before almost colliding with LadybugSheep. "Jeez Shiny, what're you doing?" She cried out, struggling to regain her balance "Sorry, I was just uh-… well, I was uh, testing something. " Ladybug stared at him with raised eyebrows indicating for more information "Um, does the house feel... I dunno, loose to you?" "Loose?" "Like, rattling, like it vibrates a lot?" Ladybug looked around and shook her head, "No can't say it's something I've noticed." "Hmm." Shiny frowned in thought, "I'm not sure if it is the house." "What do you mean?" Shiny huffed and thought for a moment, "I keep like, feeling these movements, or vibrations, pretty much wherever I go.  I feel it in my feet and it rattles all through my body." "Like, whenever you walk around?" "No, it's whenever, no matter what I'm- Shh!" Shiny suddenly froze and stared at the ground, "Do you feel that? Like the ground is moving?" Ladybug didn't respond and he looked up at her, "It's very faint but it's like the ground is shaking." He added "Like an earthquake?" "Exactly! Exactly like an earthquake, but faint, like not as strong." Ladybug paused and stared at the ground, "No, no I haven't felt anything like that." Shiny's shoulders slumped in disappointment. "Hey," Ladybug clapped him on the arm cheerfully, "Maybe you're just more sensitive to this stuff, you know? Like. There's minor teensy tiny earthquakes all the time, we just don't feel them." Shiny shrugged, "Yeah, maybe. Either that or I have a brain tumour." "That's possible too." Ladybug smiled and headed toward the kitchen. The floor continued to rumble under Shiny's feet. Something just didn't feel right. Ladybug had quietly snuck some food from the kitchen fridge and packed it into a small paper bag. Looking around and making sure no one was around to see her, she quietly opened the storeroom door and slipped inside. Normally the room was pretty dark as it had no windows but she could see streams of light coming from under the floorboards near the back of the room. She opened the heavy hatch and called down "Hey Beau, you down there?" "Yeah, I'm here, you can come on down bub." Making sure to close the hatch door after her, she carefully walked down the narrow steps into the cellar to find Beau sitting at the desk stretching her wings open and closed. What she didn't expect was to find Bigfoot sitting on the desk.   "Oh." She stopped in her tracks, "So, I'm gonna guess he remembered, huh?" "Hm?" Beau looked over to her, "Oh, no, it's far more complicated than that." She widened her eyes at Ladybug. "Oh. Grand. Well, I bought you lunch." "Bloody legend!" Beau jumped up out of her seat, her left wing gently slapping Bigfoot across the face.   "Pfftppbbllpt." Bigfoot blew out his tongue and brushed his face "Oh, shit, sorry, Big. I'm still not used to these." She glared at her wings "No, no, it's fine. They're actually really soft, I just didn't want to get any feather particles up my nose." Beau took the bag from Lady bug and sat back down at the desk, "You want to join us for lunch?" She asked Ladybug. "Um, well I am very interested to find out what's going on here." She took a seat on the bed but immediately sprang back up, "Oh, actually, Jules is here right now. Does he know what's going on?" Beau and Bigfoot shook their heads   "No actually he doesn't. This was really recent." Beau looked up at the ceiling "Yeah, this happened like an hour ago." Bigfoot explained. "Mk, I'll go grab him. Anyone else you want to let in on this?" Beau shook her head taking a bite out of a sandwich, "No, I don't think anyone else here knows about it, and my God, this sandwich is good!" "Well, actually a few people know about you Beau." Said Bigfoot. She frowned at him "-ike oo?" Her question muffled by food. "Well, there's us, Jules, Delcake and uh, Deniro too." "How do they all know about it?" "They were there when you exploded." Said Ladybug. "They were? Huh, I don't really remember. I remember Jules trying to take me to the doctor, and I remember seeing Big, but after that, "She shrugged and took another bite, "Itsh jush blan." "Didn't your mother teach you not to talk with food in your mouth?" Ladybug chastised "Yeah, she did." Beau nodded, "She also taught me not to give a fuck, so." "Okay, well Delcake isn't here and Deniro hasn't mentioned any of this so I don't know if he wants to be involved, but I'll go up and grab Jules, okay?" "Sounds good." Bigfoot nodded "Tak yoor tim." Beau called after her, her mouth again filled. Heading back upstairs to the dining hall Ladybug found Jules and Adrianna sitting at a table with drinks waiting for lunch, "Hey, Jules? I'm really sorry to interrupt but I kinda need to talk to you for a minute." "Yeah sure, what's going on?" "Are you okay?" Asked Adrianna "Uh, it's um," she looked towards the kitchen, "It's kinda private." "Oh. Uh-" he looked towards Adrianna,   "It's fine, go ahead."   "Sorry, I'll try to be quick." Ladybug apologized leading Jules towards the storeroom "Just don't expect your food to be here when you get back." Adrianna called after him "Don't touch my fuckin sandwich Adri." He yelled over his shoulder "I'm gonna spit on it!" "No! Leave my sandwich alone!" Ladybug laughed as she opened the storeroom door "Oh, is it one of those kinda talks?" Ladybug shrugged, "Honestly I'm not sure what's going on, but I figured since you own the place you should probably be kept in the loop." She explained leading him down the stairs, Beau's voice echoing through the air. "I actually haven't seen any feathers fall out. And I can't pull them out either. Oh, hi gang! Welcome back to the pit." She called out as they reached the bottom of the stairs "Hey." Jules waved, "Oh, hey Big. You finally remember what happened, huh?" "No, uh, something else happened. I found Beau by accident." Bigfoot explained "What? How? Beau you're meant to stay in the cellar" "I have stayed in the cellar like the fuckin' abomination I am." She replied haughtily. "I heard someone come into the storeroom and not leave so I peeked through the hatch and Bigfoot was bleeding all over the place." she gestured to the bloody bandages still on the desk. "Oh shit, what happened? Are you okay Big?" Bigfoot nodded swaying his feet back and forth under the desk, "I mean, my glasses are cracked and I lost my phone but other than that, I'm not hurt. Anymore." He added Jules looked at Bigfoot, then at the bloody medical equipment and back again a few times, "Wait, what do you mean anymore?" He asked not being able to find any wounds on Bigfoot's body. "Long version or short version?" Beau asked leaning back in her chair with her hands behind her head "Uh, the short one." "Good, cause the long one might take a while. Short version; Big's a mutant too." "Oh, is that the term we're going with now?" Bigfoot asked Beau She shrugged, "Most logical term I can think of. What else could we be?" "Wait, back up, what do you mean? What kind of mutant? Unless he's got a tiny pair of wing under that shirt, he's not like you." Ladybug pointed out "No, he doesn't have wings, but he is mutated. We've been-" Beau was cut off by Bigfoot suddenly sneezing loudly. The room went quiet and everyone's eyes widened as Bigfoot's face – his nose and lips to be exact – were drooping, hanging unnaturally from his face. "What the fuck?!" Jules cried out at the sight while Beau began laughing hysterically. "Ugh, God, what the hell?" Said Ladybug disgusted as his face slowly receded back into its natural position. "What the fuck was that?" Yelled Jules Beau desperately tried to gather herself, giggles still threatening to escape, "He's stretchy." "He's what?" Asked Ladybug. "I'm stretchy." Bigfoot said quietly. "Like um, Luffy. His limbs stretch. Before when I fell in my chair his arm stretched over a meter and a half. But he can't quite control it yet." Beau explained, "Dude, I know that must've felt really weird having your face like that, and you're probably struggling to comprehend what's happened to you, but seriously, that was fuckin funny." She smiled trying not to let more laughter escape. "Beau can we at least pretend to take this seriously?" Jules asked "Nope. It's not happening to you." She shrugged her tone becoming serious. "You guys are perfectly fine, you can go back upstairs and act like this never happened and deny the whole thing, but us, "She gestured to Bigfoot and herself. "We're stuck with this shit. There is literally nothing we can do about what has happened to us. And hell, even Big can go back upstairs right now and no one would know anything was different. Unless he sneezed again that is. Me? I'm trapped down here. I can hardly even leave this cellar to go to the bathroom for Christ's sake, and unless anyone here can think of how to hack off these wings without killing me or want to go through the shit storm of revealing myself to the public, I will continue to be trapped down here, until I either go insane and fuckin murder everyone or kill myself. So, no. I will not take anything seriously because the moment I do, reality drops on me and I want to fucking die." Beau hung her head in her hands after her rant. The room was awkwardly silent, no one knowing what to say. "I miss my family." She said quietly, "I can't even talk to them, to tell them what's happened. I'm going to disappear off the face of the earth, and they're going to spend the rest of their lives looking for me, wondering why I never came home, and there's nothing I can do about it." "Beau-" Jules started but stopped himself realizing he had no idea what he could possibly say "Can't we bring them here?" LadybugSheep asked looking towards Jules "So they can at least see, and know what happened? Maybe they can think of something we can't?" "It's not going to help." Beau replied "It's better if they don't know. "Why?" Ladybug turned to her, "You don't want them to worry, so if-" "Because when the police come asking where I am, they won't have to lie to them." Beau explained. "It says on my visa when I'm due to return, my work is going to wonder where I am and they'll be suspicious of why my family didn't raise alarms when I didn't come home." She sighed, "it's easier if everyone thinks I've disappeared." Jules kneeled down in front of Beau and placed his hands on top of her knees "Hey, look at me." Beau barely raised her head but stared deep into his eyes. Tears of hopeless torment spilled down her cheeks. "We're going to figure something out, okay? I'm not just going to abandon you down here." "What can we do?" Her voice trembled and cracked. "I can't hide forever and when they find out about me God knows what's going to happen. Religious fanatics will hunt me down, governments will abduct me for scientific study, Christ, what if they figure out how to replicate these mutations and try to weaponize them?" "Well, being stretchy isn't really a weapon." Bigfoot said, "More defensive I guess? That would mean less casualties in war?" "Great, a war where soldiers don't die, only civillians." "Well how about your wings? Besides flying I don't see how they can be used as a weapon?" Bigfoot asked. Beau sighed and pulled an apple out of the paper bag and motioned for Jules to back up. Without leaving her chair she smashed the apple against the edge of her right wing slicing it clean in half. "I don't know how but sometimes the edges are razor sharp. I think it's a defense mechanism. When I get scared they open up like this-" Beau suddenly flapped open her wings sitting high on her shoulders fully extended, "If anyone where to suddenly surprise me while standing too close they could easily be knocked back by them opening or heaven forbid sliced open. Maybe I could get a rope or something and tie them back?" She thought aloud looking around the room. "Well, you certainly know how to see the worst possible scenarios." Said Ladybug. "I've been down here by myself with nothing to do but think. I see all scenarios and trust me there are way less good outcomes than bad, and any good outcome is not nearly worth the risk of the bad outcomes. The good outcome, I get to go back to my normal life, or maybe use these things to help people. All the bad outcomes? Someone dies. Usually me or a war starts. And what if we're not the only ones? I'm pretty sure Bigfoot and I aren't going to do anything evil with our powers, but we don't know how or why we got them. This could be happening to people all over the world, I mean the odds that it happened to the both of us are astounding, unless it is confined to this area alone and the odds of that are even smaller." Ladybug looked over at Jules then Bigfoot, "Beau, I think you've been overthinking this a bit too much." "It's all I can do Ladybug. No one can predict the future-" Beau cut herself off and looked up at the ceiling, "...That we know of yet. I'm not the kind of person that can just do something without considering the impact or consequences it might have, and these are huge consequences." "What if you say it's a PR stunt?" Jules suggested. "What do you mean?" "Like, you know how some people have like devil horns surgically implanted into their head? Just say it's something like that. We could trial it, we'll go for a walk in the city tomorrow and see how the public react, and if it looks like things will go south, we can just say it was a really well-done PR stunt." Beau frowned and stared into space as she thought, "That uh- hmm." She began and stopped several times while the other stood in silence staring at her. "That actually... might be able to work." "Yeah? You want to try that? We can go to the mall too and maybe get you some clothes you can actually wear." Jules pointed out Beau looked over her shoulder and smirked. She had cut the back of her tank top in half and crudely pinned the top and bottom together with safety pins. "Yeah, that would be nice actually." She smiled, "Honestly I'm just more excited to get out of this cellar." "We should keep an eye on the others here too." Bigfoot suggested, "In case they start showing weird symptoms or anything, that way we can prepare them before anything happens." Beau nodded in agreement "But what counts as weird symptoms?" Ladybug pointed out, "Beau just had a sore back, there was no way we could have known wings would explode out of it." "Well, no, but that's why we keep an eye on them. Stay near them to give them a safe place and to explain things when these mutations start to actually present themselves." Bigfoot explained "But how could we tell the difference between someone just having a headache and developing a mutation that blow things up with their minds?" "We don't." Beau shrugged, "But, when medicine doesn't seem to work, then it's probably something else. But, then again, that's if they show physical symptoms, what if their mutation has nothing to do with them?" She contradicted herself, "Like, I don't know, the ability to talk to fish or something. And then there's like, if we go out tomorrow, people from here are going to see it 'cause no doubt people are probably going to put it on the internet, and people here will recognize me and realize, 'Hey, we haven't seen Beau in a while, and now she's in this viral video with giant wings what's going on here?'" "We could tell the Jamily?" Ladybug suggested looking at Beau, "That way, you can be free in the house and if anyone else starts to mutate they'll at least have someone to talk to." Bigfoot nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I'm sure if we went out together and calmly explained it to them and that we're trying to find a cause and we just all need to be as supportive as possible-" "But can we really trust everyone in the Jamily?" Beau interrupted looking at the others, "I mean, don't get me wrong I love all of them, but you never really know who a person is until they're put under stress, and there are a lot of people at this café, not just workers but patrons too, and we have no idea how they'll react. And another thing, if we go out in public tomorrow and things go south and we pretend like it's just a PR thing, the cops will know where I was and when I was last seen and anyone with me will be questioned and suspected. Unless the world is okay with these mutations, they'll never let me on a plane, AND there's no telling whether or not anyone will be safe. We can be assaulted and kidnapped at any moment, even if the world knows about us and people notice we've gone missing, who's to say anyone can figure out who did it or where that person is, it will all just be conjecture for political gain and GOD there's so many fucking problems!" Beau groaned and stood up in frustration, her wings flapped forcefully in anger.   "It's alright, calm down, we'll figure something out." Jules said soothingly stepping towards her Beau threw her arms up in frustration, "Have you not been listening to a word I've said? There's too many variables and too many things we have absolutely no power over. We try to ignore it but the fact is our lives are not free, they are controlled and governed and it's what people are used to. People are used to order and when you throw in something they don't understand they panic. If you see an animal you don't recognize your first thought it 'Is it dangerous?' and that's how we've survived. People are going to be threatened by us because they don't know what we're capable of and they're going to attack us out of fear and in trying to defend ourselves they're going to turn us into the monsters they think we are!" her wings flapped open angrily throwing the chair into a wall across the room Bigfoot jumped of the table he was sitting on and took a step towards her, his arms raised defensively, "Alright, calm down Magneto. You don't know that will happen" "No, I don't! We have no idea what will happen and It's fucking terrifying." Beaus voice started to crack, tears welling in her eyes again. Jules firmly placed his hands on her shoulder and looked her in the eyes, "Beau, you need to calm down." Jules cut her off again before she could protest, "You're upset and working yourself into a panic and you won't be able to think rationally. We're going to figure this out." "But how-" "Do you trust me?" He asked sternly Beau paused unsure how to answer. "Do you trust me?" He asked again "Yes." She reluctantly admitted with a quiet squeak. "Good, because I promise we're going to find a way to make this work, to keep everyone safe, okay? Even if we have to go through every possible scenario with a fine-tooth comb, or if we have to flee to Sweden or the Antarctic, or whatever. We're going to do everything we can to make sure this doesn't turn to shit but if they want a war, we'll give them war. No one hurts my Jamily." Bigfoot snickered, "I'm sorry dude, but you can't use that word. It just takes all seriousness out of the situation." "Yeah, I agree." Ladybug chuckled Jules threw his head back dramatically, "Well, whatever! You guys came up with it so stop making fun of me!"