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embersofhope-if · 8 months ago

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What interactive fiction would you recommend (besides this one)?

oh anon i follow over 150 if blogs let me get you some of my favorites😊 This is very long so all of them are under the cut🫶

some of these you'll probably already have heard of bc of how popular they are, but trust me, they're popular for a reason, lmao

these ones all have demos (if i messed up and some dont uh ignore that)

@infamous-if - "You're going to be a superstar, no matter what it takes." genuinely one of my favorites ifs (seven lawless my beloved please come back home the kids are asking whats taking so long)

@coeluvr - "You play as the only remaining member of the royal family of Vesphire; living in the home of the man who took away everything from you." another ive been obsessed with recently. i will forever love revenge stories (and my pookie helios)

@merrycrisis-if - "As a late 20-something year-old fresh from a recent break-up and struggling to pay rent in New York, life throws up more questions than answers."

@ramonag-if - "When your village is razed to the ground, you're left fleeing with an exiled prince. You can trust no one but each other. Your father's dying wish was to protect the prince, but can you really trust a man who was exiled from his kingdom?"

@nyehilismwriting / Project Hadea - "Set in a distant future, you play the role of an elite operative of Scytha Industries, a private contracting firm. ‘Contracting’, in this case, refers to anything from political assassinations, to private security, to bodyguard services."

@vapolis - "You’re a mercenary, gun for hire, assassin, information extractor, delivery person – call it what you want, because the people that hire you for your services don’t give much of a shit what you call yourself as long as you actually get them what they want."

@godsandvillains-if - "As the only metahuman with the ability to wield the powerful Chaos Magic, your very blood holds the answers to unlocking the secrets behind the control of time and space, but it has the drawback of being almost completely volatile."

@hvllowheart - "LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER is a spy game where you take on the role of an agent under the codename Wraith, who up until two years ago was one of the best agents TERRA has ever made. now the agency returns into your life and pulls you back into the field as agents go missing by the dozens."

@eyesofshan-if - "Years ago, you were uprooted from the only home you had ever known and captured to be sold as a slave. Now, war is at your doorstep once more while you are left in a delicate position — as a commander of the country that invaded your homeland. While investigating a case of illegal human trafficking, you come across a plot that threatens to rip this tentative peace apart."

@apt502-if - "Moving from your small home to New York City was supposed to be a dream. You were supposed to start your new life with your long-distance partner and dive headfirst into full-on adulthood. Everything was supposed to be perfect. How can you not love being in your mid-twenties in the Big Apple?That is until your put-together, white collar partner dumps you the same day you arrive. Fun."

@acourtofserpents - "As the only human in the Kingdom of Faerie, you're no stranger to shining eyes that hold looks filled with hatred, lips painted in the color of forest fruits whispering your name, heads with pointed ears turning at your every step. Though you long for their approval, for a place amongst the wicked immortals, they remind you with every breath you take that as you came from dirt, to dirt you will return."

@softlyopulent-if - "All of King Adder’s children are a mystery to the common folk, but you—you are nothing but a ghost. A ghost, that spends eighteen years locked away in the deepest part of the palace, so that no eyes may lay upon you.And those that do—they do not treat you kindly.And when you are finally of age, at last, you are betrothed to the child of the King of a far away kingdom, to secure an alliance that your father has been seeking for years.And you are swept away to a place even more foreign than your own land, to be wed to a stranger that looks at you with contempt. To live in a kingdom of citizens that despise you. And perhaps, just perhaps, fight a war."

@heromaker-if - "Stories of heroes, legends and chosen ones are commonplace. But you'd never thought it was your child who would have to save the world from the Demon Lord's clutches."

@theabyssal - "In The Abyssal, you assume the control of a powerful deity that was betrayed by their fellow gods. Imprisoned against your will for all eternity, you had a long time to plan your revenge."

@milaswriting - "By birth, and association, you are one of the most famous people in the big city of Lehsa. Your father's the mayor, and you're from a bright, vibrant, bustling city... and yet, until recently, you didn't realise all the secrets yourself and the city held."

@zico-if - "You were supposed to be a sacrifice in order to bring an eldritch god to your realm, a sacrifice that was never supposed to live. Instead of dying and summoning the god intended, you find yourself face to face with an ancient being that was chained and locked away for the horrors they once committed."

@collegetennisoriginstory - "Experience the ups-and-downs of life as a freshman on the Cargill University varsity tennis team amongst a colorful cast of characters."

@disenchantedif - "You used to be a beacon of hope. Now they only know you as the failure, the Unchosen. Will you rise above them? Will you become better or far worse than they could ever imagine?"

@bouncyballcitadel - "Play as a first-year surgery intern at Citadel Health. Will you become the star intern and curry the favor of the chief? Or will you uncover Citadel Health’s secrets and break a story or two? This will be the best and worst year of your life. Don’t forget to save lives and break some hearts along the way."

@leoneliterary - "You play as a thief pressed into the employ of a mysterious nobleman. With the your life, the fate of your guild, and your honor on the line, you'll have to navigate the perils of the royal court and combat a more mystical threat. The story is set in Cusmo, the naturally fortified, desert capital of Hashind, and will showcase the much praised Upper Cusmo, the crime ridden Lower Cusmo, and much more."

@doriana-gray-games - "Play as your version of Sherlock Holmes in this romance detective game!"

@fallenlightsif - "You are the half-sibling of High General Ezrah Rhys and have lived the past twelve years of your life in Kesdon, the capital of Ebia. You've spent most of your time training and honing your skills for the future that awaits you. A future that is entirely your own."

@shai-manahan - "They call you Ripper. It’s a horrendous name to give to a detective like you, and definitely not one you chose for yourself, but you suppose it’s to be expected given your reputation for putting powerful people behind bars. Businesses feared you. The other cops hated you. Local gangs despised your entire existence. Yet, despite all of that, you remained untouched. Until that day, when all the lies and the deception and the foolish mistakes turned your life upside down."

@larkingame - "someone is after you. for over a decade and a half now, you’ve traveled up, down and across the country--running schemes and hunting fiends with your mentor, con-man-by-day, vampire-hunter-by-night, Wyatt Abrams--the prolific vampire slayer and the living descendant of Gregory Abrams, founder and prophet of the Abrams Family, the nomadic vampire-hunting cult that raised you--and was wiped out years ago. carrying the abrams name means also means carrying on it's enemies--but that isn't to say you haven't forged a couple of your own along the way. now, it seems someone is trying to make good on old threats and promises. they've placed a bounty on your head. so you and wyatt do what you do best: you run away. to some little town, out nevada ways, where the title of town preacher is unexpectedly thrust upon you--bringing back years of trauma you thought long tucked away."

@evertidings - "you are a bounty hunter. responsible for taking in rogue supernaturals, you work for IAOS—the international agency of supernaturals—where, alongside your best friend and partner, you two have quickly become the best hunting duo of the branch. after a particularly tricky hunt, you brief your boss, Caine Atheron, and come back to work the next day to find that he has mysteriously disappeared overnight, the company is now in the hands of his best friend, Sebastian Mai. and though no one else seems to question it, something tells you that there's more to the story."

@rotten-games - Regrets Of The Traitor: "You are the Ruler of Hadaria after killing the previous Queens and betraying all who once trusted you. Sat upon the throne with all the power available to you, one would be forgiven for believing you finished with your quest. With a strange figure in your dreams speaking vague prophecies of magical artifacts, a mysterious cult moving into the city, and a group intent on unseating you from your place, perhaps you’re way in over your head for a farmer’s kid. City of Immortals: "You follow a pair of siblings worlds apart as they get accustomed to their new realities in two very different worlds. One trapped in an unnatural desert wasteland where every resource has a scarcity, not knowing if they’ll be the only one left when everything turns to dust, the other working as a private investigator in a sprawling underground metropolis of the undying. Each not knowing the other is alive, will they unravel the mysteries that somehow connect their two new homes?"

@shepherds-of-haven - "Shepherds of Haven is a dark fantasy interactive fiction game. In it, you play as a Mage living in a world where magic is outlawed and your people—those possessing supernatural powers—are oppressed and reviled. The world is ruled by humans who believe in science, technology, and industry: at best, you and your kind are nothing more than a fairytale, and at worst you are the state’s greatest threat."

@someoneverypretty-world - "As a child, growing up in the slums of Hvinir without any guardians, you believed you would not live to see 30. Until Haven, a thief guild, took you in and taught you how to survive. Facing hardships, the guild leader tasks you to sneak into the castle with the mission to take."

@northern-passage - "The Northern Passage is an 18+ horror fantasy CYOA, where you play as a hunter sent up north to investigate a series of missing people along the border of your home country and in the port cities of the Blackwater. Working with your handler, Lea, you will travel north and discover that things are far worse than you ever could have imagined, and that there is something powerful lurking out in the deep, dark sea…"

@thedecoy-if - "♔ The Decoy is a dark fantasy that follows you, a 21st century normal human, kidnapped to an alternate magical universe to play the part of the missing heir to a powerful throne...who also happens to be your doppelgänger. ♔"

@ripperplague - "You are a doctor, a prodigy in hiding. Deep in the underbelly of Valeris, you hide among the shadows. You work hard to wring the blood stains off your palms, your face...your soul. Redemption and revenge are parallel goals, the flames of rage and disgust mingling. How could anyone ever love you?"

These ones dont have a demo yet, but im still absolutely obsessed

@pavedinashes-if - "You're only 20 when suddenly your life goes bam! Throwing you into a whole new city, a different country even. Wasn't part of the plan, but you know how life loves to mess with plans. People happened, stuff happened, and suddenly you're on the move. The new chapter ahead? Buckle up, 'cause it's not gonna be all sunshine and rainbows. And guess what? Your step-mom? Yeah, she's right there in the same city. She's always had this knack for trying to steer your ship, like every decision's a GPS checkpoint. But hey, there's this one thing that's never let you down—your skateboard. It's like the buddy that's been with you through thick and thin, the one that never bails. Among all this craziness it's like your anchor. So, the big question is—can you break out of the loop you got in? Find your place in the world and restart or lose yourself in temptation? Time to find out."

@riptide-if - "Your dad has always said you swim as if your were born to be in the water; the rest of your family has always said that he is the whole reason you turned out like that. So, it's not really a surprise when you had used all the money you got for your 7th birthday to buy a surfboard. And even less of a surprise when you started joining small surf competitions by the time you were 10, later followed by bigger competitions. It seems you are the only one surprised when it turns out you're able to compete in the World Surfer's League's Ultimate Tournament Tour*. Thrown into a mix of fellow surfing prodigies, rookies, and pros, do you really have what it takes to win?"

@weepinwriter - "You are inmate No. 1441, incarcerated in Tartarus, the most notorious prison on the continent. You find yourself imprisoned for a crime that you do not remember committing, leaving you in a state of uncertainty about your own identity and purpose. The first memory you have is awakening to the sensation of a gun being shoved into your mouth."

@whatawaitsus - "Despite being one of the most expensive schools in the nation, nothing particularly interesting has happened at the school in the nine years you've been here— aside from the occasional accidental possession caused by a ghost or the common room getting flooded after a nixie gets too frustrated over their homework. That is until students start to go missing."

@evermount - "Blue-suited guards stand in every corner, but they're no threat—you're under threat. And this is how you keep safe. It's necessary; the council said so themselves. Under no circumstances shall Evermount be left, ever. So, no one has, and no one intends to. Why would you? It's peaceful—you're at peace. You have your spouse, and you have your house; everyone's happy. This is all you've ever known."

@forsakensword-if - "When the Deathless, an Ancient Evil that hasn’t been seen in over two million years, returns to Earth, it threatens the extremely precarious peace that has settled between the warring factions of Heaven and Hell. God, in an effort to protect Humanity from the consequences of a war between the Angels and Demons, sends Heaven’s best warriors to banish the Deathless once more. When that ultimately fails, it is declared that God’s Sworn Sword and Heaven’s Chief Angel will be charged with finding a way to destroy the Deathless once and for all. That Angel is you. The Archangel Michael."

@velena-if - "You wake up in a dark, cold place with no memories of yourself, save for one: the memory of your death. It becomes clear soon enough that you are in the Nav, the domain of the goddess of death, Morana, and the sanctuary of all the evil spirits and monsters. For you, Nav will be the place where your life changes forever."

@countdown-if - "Three months ago, life took a sharp turn. Your mother found herself entangled in a situation so bad, she couldn't dig her way out of it, like usual. This time, the hole was way too deep. She needed help, and the only people capable of aiding her were the same ones she had vowed never to allow back into her life, let alone introduce to you and your younger sibling. Who were they? Your grandparents—a powerful and well-established duo. In short, they did manage to help your mother back on her feet, but not without strings attached—never without strings. Now, you're facing a senior year in a private school, fully funded by none other than grandma and grandpa, dearest. The only task at hand: do what your mother couldn't—graduate."

@dropout-if - "This is your first summer home since you began studying in Stanford. That is what everyone thinks. This is your first summer home since you dropped out of college, thus becoming the biggest disappointment in your neighborhood. That is what only you know. "

@stonewall-if - "Stonewall Military Academy: the most brutal, merciless, and unforgiving boarding school in the country. Most recruits either desert or die by the end of their first year. It is where the fiercest and deadliest killers are trained and molded to be the military's steel fist. And it is not for the faint of heart."

@viperdove-if - "You are the Dove, the heir to one of the most powerful crime families in your country. The grip your family--your father--has on their side of the land is tight, and now that you've reached adulthood it's time for you to be fully absorbed into the machinations of gang warfare. That means opium, mercenaries, assassinations. In this ancient world, blood moves people just as much as money does."

@fallen-if - "You are an individual that has been known by many aliases over the years. Child of the dawn, the original sinner, star of the morning. But no matter the name, your identity remains the same. You are the one that defied the heavens, the one that cast aside the shackles of tradition and broke free from the constraints of the divine. You are Lucifer Morningstar - The Fallen Angel. "

@maboroshi-if - "Maboroshi is an Interactive Fiction Game based in the world of Naruto, however, all events within the story span during the end of the First Shinobi War and the beginning of the Second Shinobi War."

@greatprotector-if - "Forced out of your family's farm against your will, you are now an ocean away from home, and you have somehow been chosen to be the main protector of the heir to some kingdom you’ve hardly even heard of. The spot's only open because the former protector died of old age, so that's probably a good indicator that it won't be as strenuous as it sounds. But despite that, you pour yourself into your work. You can't help it. You feel safer decked out in armour, and you like having something you're trusted to look after. Protect some royalty, cover all your blind spots, and try not to worry about all you've left behind."

@retribution-if - "Retribution, He Cries is a revenge story set in the Dark Ages of the fictional world of [REDACTED] and other realms."

@thescarsilivewith-if - "You were a kind monarch once. After your mother’s brutal reign, you thought your people needed respite. Evidently, they didn’t think the same since their bloodthirst only increased. Three years after your coronation, your mother’s favourite consort dethroned you with the army and the clergy’s support. As you fled from the palace together with your spouse, from an arranged marriage celebrated only three months earlier, you were found by slavers. You managed to save your spouse but not yourself. Four years later, your spouse finds you, though you’re not the same person they knew. You are not changed in spirit alone, however, for your magic grew in your captivity and now you’re unbound. When the crown chose you as its owner, you wanted peace for your kingdom. Now the only thing you crave is revenge."

#thanks anon!#this took me way too long lmao #i was gonna add more but u can only @ 50 blogs in one post🙁#anyways! enjoy🫶#rec list #other ifs.

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sempersirens · 4 months ago

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yes, chef | part four

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this is their song sorry i don't make the rules (yes i do) summary: eight years have passed since you walked out of joel miller's kitchen, now you have your own restaurant in new york city. you're a household name, respected within your own right - but some ghosts are harder to shake than others. pairing: no-outbreak!au, chef!joel x f!reader content/warnings (spoilers): no outbreak, no use of y/n, alcohol consumption, mention of food, pure angst, arguing, swearing, unspecified age gap, cheating if you squint, joel is a prick who can't regulate his emotions, character death.

Fuckin' useless.

You plan on fuckin' your way to the top there too?

You're useless.

Dawn hadn't quite broken yet.

The rattle of the subway shook you loose from the claws of that familiar memory; the one you had to fight during any moment of stillness.

Ladies swallowed by wool scarves and labourers with chins tucked into the necks of their coats littered the seats of the carriage.

You'd hoped the years would ease the drowning; that distance and time would singe away the nerve endings that pricked up at any hint of a Texan accent.

No such luck. The best you could do was filter out any articles including the words chef and Joel Miller on your social media and news apps.

Your apartment was a cosy one-bed in Williamsburg. Most nights you woke reaching for a phantom warmth that your fingers could never find; nails clawing at your fitted sheet in frustration when all you could grasp was cotton. You were grateful for the omnipresent city traffic that lulled you back to sleep.

The first year was the hardest.

He had become a ghost story, haunting you in each sip of coffee or raised voice in the street. You hated yourself for craving his temper; you would've killed to feel the heat pricking at your skin as he barked orders at you.

You missed the games you had played to stay his little secret. Swallowing his poison, letting it decay your self-worth, just so you could be his.

But it was never enough. You were never enough.

"This is an M-line service. The next station is Broadway-Lafayette."

Rising from your seat, you gently shook your head from side to side.

Enough, you thought, inhaling slowly as the doors parted.

Enough.

Only January in New York could rouse gratitude for the stuffy microclimate of the subway. You'd never get used to that first gust of winter air; the one that reddens the tips of your ears before you even have the chance to acclimatise to street level.

It was different here.

Temperature aside, your days were no longer spent walking on a raised edge, willing yourself to remain balanced. For too long, you'd laid blankets over thorn bushes and convinced yourself it was a good enough place to rest your head.

There was pressure; no kitchen worth its Himalayan salt could function without it. But at every blind corner hands were reaching out to steady you, and you them.

It was nice. You were happy - or content, at the very least.

And even if you weren't happy, you only ever had enough hours in the day to clamour your way through service. You hadn't dealt in anything as trivial as love - if you could even call it that - since you'd turned your back on Texas.

It was a short walk from the subway to the restaurant. The streets were mostly empty this early but rushing had become second nature since moving to the city.

A food critic from the New York Times was due to be dining sometime this week, but last night an "unofficial source" you'd fooled around with in college had texted you a heads-up to be on top form this afternoon.

You'd heeded the warning with a smirk; you were always on top form.

Morning beat on with the usual trepidation of pre-service; menus drafted and re-drafted until you were satisfied; table settings scrutinised under three different levels of lighting; reservations checked, then double-checked, for any notable guests. There was nothing left to perfect by the time you opened your doors for lunch.

Your kitchen was a sanctuary of praise and encouragement; only the best went out to the pass, but you did so without raising your voice at even the most tedious mistakes.

"Sauce has congealed, chef. You need to start again, please." You smiled tightly at your sous-chef who repeated your request with a nod.

Allergy notices and orders merged with the sizzling of fish on the griddle pan in a swift symphony. You bit back a smile at the chaos, content with submerging yourself in the music of the kitchen for the rest of your days.

"Chef, one of the guests would like to speak with you." Tom, your newest front-of-house hire, called from the pass.

"Me? Now?" You replied dumbfounded.

"Yeah, he's just had the prosciutto and spinach scallops. Kind of old, Southern, I think."

A familiar feeling pooled in your gut.

"Thanks, Tom. I'll go see what he wants." Untying your apron, you took a deep breath in.

All eyes were fixed on you. Sabrina, your sous-chef, took your apron from your damp palms and rested a hand between your shoulder blades. Sweat beaded at the base of your neck.

"Give him hell. Who even reads the New York Times, anyway?"

A few low hoots echoed around the kitchen as you pushed your shoulders back and made your way toward the dining room.

Your facade melted as soon as you saw him. It infuriated you that he hadn't changed a bit. Only, grey framed his face more prominently now.

Everything else was perfectly the same.

"Joel." You breathed, hovering over the empty chair opposite him.

His face relaxed - not quite into a smile, it was something you'd never been able to put your finger on.

That's what infuriated you about him the most, you thought, you could never quite get him underneath your thumb. He would never give you the privilege.

"New menu each day, huh? Sounds like something I'd do."

"Is that it?" You choked, fighting to keep your voice low and expression neutral. It was so easy for him to get a rise out of you, he didn't even need to try.

"You think I'd come all this way t'just tell you that?"

Before a retort could form around your tongue, you noticed the band on his left ring finger.

You could've been sick there and then.

His gaze met yours, realisation setting into the creases in his forehead.

"I have a kitchen to run. Congratulations, Joel." You managed to murmur before tripping into the still kitchen, hot tears burning in the corner of your eyes.

"So?" Sabrina pressed, evidently expecting what should've been a run-in with the critic.

"Wasn't him." Was the only explanation you could muster.

You excused yourself, leaving the slow mechanics of service to resume in your absence. Clutching your stomach, you pushed your way out into the bite of the afternoon chill.

Had he come all this way to flash that thing in your face? To show you how much better his life had turned out in your absence? Even after all these years, was he still punishing you for daring to love him?

You laughed aloud at nothing, breath forming in puffs of condensation before your face. Of course you'd loved him; you still did.

Eight years of keeping yourself busy enough to forget the smell of his chest, the pressure of his lips against your temple in the middle of the night.

You had searched for the giddy intoxication of his presence in everything you did; working yourself to the bone in some sick, futile desire to replicate the knots in your stomach only he could tie.

All the while he'd moved on and settled down with someone he didn't have to hide.

You were useless, after all.

For the remainder of the day, you'd done your best to subside the embarrassment burning through your bloodstream.

The New York Times critic had arrived shortly after you'd attempted some form of composure; Sabrina had stalled her by talking about the weather while you perfected your illusion of a sane, tempered woman in the reflection of a saucepan.

Compared to your encounter with Joel, the magazine meeting was a breeze. Joel Miller may have crushed your self-worth, but over your dead body would you let him ruin this too.

Once all surfaces were wiped down and stoves cooled off for the night, you finally pulled on your coat and made for the exit. It took a few polite declines to join the others at a bar nearby to celebrate surviving the review, but you finally managed to wriggle out of the social obligation.

You saw the staff off, encouraging them to have a drink for you, before finally locking up.

"S'dangerous walking home alone this time of night." You froze, your back to him still.

Using all willpower, you kept your movements steady and unfazed as you twisted the key in the lock.

Fuck, you silently cursed yourself. Don't cry. Don't give him the satisfaction.

"I'm not walking. I get the subway."

Joel leaned against the low wall opposite the restaurant, his hands idly resting in the pockets of his thick corduroy jacket.

"Your wife not wondering where you've gotten to?" You'd spoken before you could stop yourself.

He cleared his throat, breaking his gaze on you.

"She's back in Austin. M'here on business, she, uh - she couldn't travel with the little one."

"Jesus." You laughed in despair. There was nothing left inside of you now. All those nights spent trying to remember the feel of his chest beneath your head, he had been making a real life for himself.

"What do you want, Joel? You getting a kick out of seeing me like this?" There was no holding back the tears that flowed freely down your cheeks. He looked like he was debating moving closer to you, brows knitted together, shaking his head softly.

"Hey," he whispered lowly. "Don't waste any tears on me, baby."

You scoffed, crossing your arms across your chest and tipping your chin toward the night sky. Joel pushed himself from the wall, closing the distance between you both.

"I loved you."

"I was never good enough for you, sweetheart." Joel smiled sadly, his hand finding a stray piece of hair to tuck behind your ear.

A sob escaped your body as you let yourself lean into his touch.

"I thought the world of you."

"You had a much bigger world to find. Look at you."

"I wanted to find it with you. Why wasn't I enough?" You hated the words tainting the cold air around you. You'd never been the type to beg a man to love you, but eight years of repressed emotion and unanswered questions had finally broken free from your bones.

"You got it all wrong, baby. I'm an old man. You deserved more than to be reduced to some housewife. Could've never had the career you do now with me holding you back."

"Don't pretend you did this for me, Joel."

Suddenly, your heart broke for the woman he had left back in Austin. His wife, the mother of his child. Is that all he saw in her?

"There was a time that I thought you were wonderful. I would hang off your every word, seek your approval in everything I fucking did. And it broke me. The day you told me I was useless - I hear it in the back of my mind every fucking day."

He was shaking his head, muttering it ain't like that softly under his breath.

"Then you come all the way to New York, to my restaurant in the middle of service, acting like you're the reason I am where I am now?"

"I was in town, thought it was the right thing to do. I wanted to see you. I-"

"It's always what you want, Joel. The doting wife. The accolade. You're pathetic. I hope your wife comes to her senses and leaves you, and for the sake of your kid, I pray they grow up to be nothing like you."

Weeks passed in flashes of numbness since Joel's fleeting visit.

For the first time in years, you slept soundly through the night. When the other chefs invited you for drinks, you accepted.

Soon, you laughed and drank too much wine without the aftermath of soaking your pillow in tears.

In moments of stillness, your voice was the only one you could hear, and it was kind. You treated yourself as you treated those around you, taking the time to care for yourself again.

The New York Times published their article on the first week of February. You arrived at the kitchen just as dawn peaked over the skyline, only to be greeted by the entirety of the kitchen staff.

That morning, expensive French champagne flowed freely and the article, written by Helen Anderson, was framed and hung above the door to the kitchen. The headline read:

A New Precedent Is Set In Greenwich Village.

The day fluttered by in flurries of pride, each other ringing through the kitchen with a joyful urgency. Phones buzzed frantically from pockets, messages of congratulations you would pick up after service.

At around 12pm, the UPS delivery man arrived at the back of the kitchen, holding out a tablet for a signature for a bouquet of flowers resting against the doorway.

"Chef of the hour, these are for you!" Sabrina skipped through the kitchen, blue hydrangeas and gypsophila outstretched toward you.

You cradled the bouquet before setting them down in your cupboard of an office. A small, cream card poked out of the side of the arrangement. Messy handwriting scrawled across both inner sides of the folded card.

Sweetheart,

I'm sorry I never found the words to tell you how I feel. I'm a miserable old man who's smoked too many cigarettes and never known a good thing in front of me.

You never needed me, but I needed you. I'll never forget the first time you walked into my kitchen. I'm a coward, and I should've told you I loved you all those years ago.

I'm sorry for treating you the way I did. I know I'm in no position to ask any favours, but please don't make the mistakes I did. Hell, you're too intelligent to live as foolishly as I did, anyway.

Hope you don't mind, Helen is a friend of mine. Told me a couple of days ago how your place is the best she's eaten in New York since Bourdain. Wanted to make sure these arrived on time; God knows I never could've.

Yours,

Joel

You wiped at your eyes with the back of your hand, desperately rummaging around in your pocket for your phone.

Amidst the excitement of the morning, you had entirely neglected the copious buzzing of messages and alerts. Unlocking your phone, your eyes glazed over the most recent notification on your home screen:

Time Magazine Michelin chef, Joel Miller, dies at Austin home aged 57.

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At the Crossroads of Life

It was a sunny day in New York and Alex Cabot, Y/N, and Casey Novak were enjoying a free afternoon after an exhausting week at the office. They decided to take a short trip out of the city to clear their minds. Casey was driving, Alex was in the passenger seat, and Y/N was in the back seat, chatting and laughing, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility.

The music played softly on the radio as the car moved along the road. The atmosphere was relaxed and full of joy. But that tranquility was shattered in an instant when a car ran a red light and crashed into them at full speed.

The impact was devastating. The car spun several times before coming to a sudden stop on the side of the road. Alex, dazed and injured, quickly turned to see how Y/N was. Horror filled her face when she saw her girlfriend unconscious, blood running down her face, and her breathing barely perceptible.

"Y/N!" Alex screamed, trying to get out of the car to reach her. "Casey, Y/N is hurt!"

Casey, also injured and disoriented, managed to get out of the car and ran to the back door to open it. "Oh my God, Y/N!" she exclaimed, seeing the severity of her friend's injuries. With trembling hands, she tried to wake her. "Y/N, please, wake up. Don't leave us!"

Alex managed to get out of the car and knelt beside Y/N, holding her hand desperately. "Y/N, please stay with me," she pleaded, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Don't go. I need you!"

Casey, struggling against panic, called emergency services. "We need an ambulance. We've had an accident. One of us is seriously injured, almost lifeless. Please, hurry!"

While they waited for the ambulance to arrive, Alex and Casey tried to do everything they could to keep Y/N stable. Alex, heartbroken, tried to talk to her softly, reminding her how much she loved her and how much she meant to her.

Finally, the sirens were heard in the distance, and within minutes, the paramedics were there, taking control of the situation. They worked quickly to stabilize Y/N and moved her to the ambulance.

Alex and Casey were taken to the same hospital in a separate ambulance. Alex couldn't stop thinking about Y/N, her mind filled with worry and fear. She couldn't imagine her life without her.

At the hospital, the doctors immediately took Y/N to surgery. The injuries were severe, and every minute counted. Alex and Casey were treated for their injuries, but their real concern was with Y/N.

After what felt like an eternity, a doctor approached Alex and Casey in the waiting room. "Y/N is in critical condition, but we have managed to stabilize her. The next 24 hours will be crucial. We will do everything possible."

Alex nodded, her heart filled with a mix of relief and fear. "Thank you, doctor," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

When they were finally allowed to enter Y/N's room, they found her connected to several machines, her body fragile and pale. Alex sat beside her, carefully taking her hand.

"I love you, Y/N. Please fight. I don't know what I would do without you," Alex whispered, tears falling freely.

Casey stayed close, offering her support and strength. "We will be here with you, Y/N. You are not alone," she said, her voice firm but full of emotion.

The hours passed slowly, but Alex and Casey did not move from Y/N's side. They knew the road to recovery would be long and difficult, but they were willing to face it together. The love and friendship they shared gave them the strength to face any adversity.

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sure, i want the pain to stop

...but i also want to go to new york city and see my online best friend. i want to spend a few nights with my long distance girlfriend. i want to graduate high school. i want to learn to drive. i want to have money to go to conventions. i want to travel across europe and the east coast. i want to go on a really fancy date night. i want to publish a book. i want to see my friend become a famous author. i want to adopt a cat. i want to train a service dog to help me out. i want to move into my own apartment. i want to hug all of my friends. i want to watch all the best movies. i want to go to the weddings of all my friends. i want to be my sister's maid of honour. i want to scream at my mom for all the shit she put me through. i want to be held. i want to love.

#shits rough #but we move forward #because there's nowhere else to go #anti suicide #suicide awareness #actually disabled #disabled queer #disabled posting #disabled #disabled life #positivity #disabled positivity #pride #joy

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magiclilybean · 17 days ago

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Living in a red state? Concerned about your rights in Trump’s America? Able and interested in relocating?

Let me humbly invite you to the great state of New York.

I have often spoken about this before, here on Tumblr, but after the election results it feels more important than ever. Allow me to state my case:

ONE. We signed a "safe haven" law into effect in the summer of 2023. It states we refuse to cooperate with other states’ transphobic laws.

TWO. Other transgender people have been moving here for some time, and our queer communities are growing.

THREE. We just passed a proposal expanding the Equal Rights Amendment of our state constitution. This will extend its protections to cover gender identity, gender expression, sexual orientation, disability, age, reproductive health decisions, and more. Transgender people are now explicitly protected from discrimination by law. Come to our state, you can sue the transphobes! The text of the amendment can be found here.

FOUR. Our state government offers a rare opportunity right now, with a lot of civil service positions open to the public for hiring until May 2025. I can't lay hands on specifics about LGBTQIA+ protections, and the government is BIG and varies from agency to agency, but it's generally a queer-friendly workplace in my experience. Union jobs with good benefits that include a defined benefit pension.

FIVE. We are a big state with lots of places to go. The living expenses upstate are fairly reasonable I think, though still higher than a lot of places. We’ve got the Adirondacks, the Catskills, and the Finger Lakes. If you want to visit NYC, there are plenty of places with lower-than-NYC costs of living that are still within driving distance.

SIX. I just learned, pulling this together, that Ithaca passed its own safe haven law in 2023. I'm not sure how much of a difference it makes legally, given the state law, but it does let you know that the city of Ithaca specifically wants to protect and welcome the transgender community. Ithaca is the home of Cornell University, a hip college town with lots of farm-to-table places and a hippy dippy vibe.

If you can't relocate, or aren't ready to relocate, just know that we care about you. We will keep fighting for you. We are on your side. And we're going to be here, ready to welcome you, for a long, long time.

#new york #proposal 1 #proposition 1 #equal rights #2024 election #lgtbqia+#lgbtq rights #transgender #transgender community #transgender issues #reproductive rights

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TUESDAY JULY 5TH, 2011 (Duck and Cover)

9:39 AM Yearning to begin anew Spinning the labyrinth blue The landscape opens To a refreshing twist Of passion, music, Society sun-kissed! Follow me into civilization Close the door behind You fall deeper, you star sweeper Into the story of mankind There’s nothing like a little bit of Sunsetters to wake you up in the morning, huh, journal? :D

9:53 AM Donnie's found a road map in the lobby. Gotta discuss where we're going next.

9:55 AM "Do you think we'll go through Nebraska?" I mean, we can go anywhere we want. I was actually thinking of checking out New York. It's not too far from here, relatively. "Oh. What's in New York?" Could be many things. Big important city. I'd expect some people, like good guys, still hanging out. "But what's there for you?" Well. There was that book. In that library. It told me I have a friend there. I showed you that log, right? "Yeah! You did. That's as good a reason as any I can think of. I can wait for Nebraska, I'm sure we'll be on the road again before long." Probably! What's in Nebraska? "Nothing, it's fine." You sure? "I'm sure. Let's get moving!"

9:59 AM And off we go, down side roads! Hopefully we can find the motorhighway.

10:10 AM It feels good to be in America again at last. I've missed this, like, general style of road. Trees. Road sign. And with Donnie by my side, I feel like I can take on the world. :D ...she kissed my cheek. we're gonna hold haaaands

10:32 AM I almost miss being on the Exodus. At least it meant we didn’t have to walk to each place. >_>

10:42 AM ..oh my god no way It's a goddamn Rapture Duck! Jesus, look at the size of that thing! quack "They're really cute…" They're monsters. "How can you say that? Look at it, it's a duck!" Just keep it away from my journal. o_o;;

10:53 AM I hear a car in the distance! People! O: "Americans!"

10:54 AM Look, it's a little gray volvo! It's.. it's coming onto the sidewalk. Oh god, LOOK OUT

10:55 AM man, fuck you, and your volvo… what are you doing, don't turn around, just keep driving! for fuck's sake here it comes again dive! run! dive! duck! DUCK! DUCK! RAPTURE DUCK! OH MY GOD FUCK FUCK JUST FUCK OFF

10:56 AM The car's rolling down its window GUN pointing at us "Give us the girl." WHAT donnie "Are you serious?" "Do we look like we're joking?" Well. Hang on, let me take a closer look at you.

11:00 AM So, uh. Donnie was kidnapped by plants. Yeah, literally just. Plant men. Vines and twigs. Driver was just a fucking bush. Gunman had arms of bark. I'm not saying I capitulated at the mere sight of them, I mean they got out of the car and really put up a fight! They.. drove off to the north. Pretty sure that's north. It's the direction we were going anyway. I've gotta... I've gotta go after them.

11:11 AM I wish!!! I wish for Donnie!!!

11:20 AM Walking down quiet highway roads, trying to ignore that ever-prevalent cawing I’ve gotten so used to. quack And that goddamn quacking. Leave me alone! Where were you in all this, huh??? With your fierce beak, you could have eaten those plant dudes! Right? What do ducks eat? Well?? Tell me!!! Why are you just standing there, looking at me like that? ...

11:21 AM RIDING THE RAPTURE DUCK

11:43 AM There! The volvo! It's parked in front of that shack! Thank you, duck! You're alright. Do you want to.. come with me? Can you fit through that door? Have you killed before? quack

11:45 AM Dark hallway. Long hallway. Either that, or we're walking in circles because we can't see anything. The air turned very stale as soon as we came in. I think it's a rabbit hole. It's gotta be.

11:48 AM I hear a faint roar. Gripping Tiger Stripes. There's faint music above the roar... Two big double doors.

11:50 AM “No fireworks, no cameras, no merch, in fact I’d go as far as to say there’s no real quality of service but that still doesn’t change the fact that WE’RE PLAYING TONIGHT– HELLO, CAMPER FESTIVAL!”

12:03 PM Out in the lobby now. I’m sure the Camper Festival means something, something big, but I don’t have time to look around. ..Ms. Desmond? She’s just sitting there, watching the performance. Ooh, over there! Is that Bonnjo Vjonsped?! OwO rightsorrylet’sgo ..they’re missing their guitarist. o__o SORRY OKAY GOING this duck does NOT like loud music

12:08 PM The door opened to a florist, and then past that, a forest. I made sure to ask for some weed-killers on my way out. I mean, she didn't give me any, because I have no money. But I made sure to ask! Man, this shrubbery! Real thick! Why am I still talking

12:11 PM I hear things nearby. Hey duck, can I ride you again? Where are you going?

12:12 PM I swear I just saw something running through the canopy. Duck, where'd you go? :(

12:19 PM I swear a bug's crawled up my trouser leg I hate this so much

12:20 PM I hear voices. And honks! Friend, you're close! :D Just gotta keep.. whacking shrubs out of the way…

12:25 PM hnnnng

12:28 PM Three th a voice speaks to me...

Night I don’t know what time it is. It’s dark, though. Very. I can’t see much, but I can make out vague shapes of the trees around me.

Night (2) Listening for the duck. Listening for the voices. Listening for anything, but there's just, there's nothing. Gonna walk a bit.

Night (3) I can hear faint birds singing. They sound nothing like birds are supposed to. May not even be birds; I’m just guessing at this point. ..the ground here’s suddenly wet. o_o

Night (4) Dry ground again. I hear footsteps nearby.

Night (5) There’s definitely someone there. I can see the vague shape of their body. I’m finding out who it is.

Night (6) I bumped into a tree. I heard the person run off. I don’t know where to go.

Night (7) I’ve been wandering for a really long time; I’m sure it’s been half an hour, at least. My eyes don’t adjust to the darkness, no moon rises to shine light, nothing. The forest remains in its perpetual darkness.

Night (8) I found a piece of paper. I can't read it, but I'll keep it with me. Can read it later.

(Attached: "In the woods there is peace. And the birds, And the woodland animals! On the trail, On my way out from you. And the wind, And the rustling trees hear me.")

Night (9) All the trees look the same. I think. I can barely see any of them anyway.

Night (10) How long have I been out here? Too long.

Night (11) Person again. I think. I see a vague white shape.

Night (12) The person is wearing a theatrical sadface mask and standing there, staring at me. They won’t answer to my shouts.

Night (13) Tree.

Night (14) Walking.

Night (15) I blink and some trees disappear.

Night (16) I blink and some trees appear.

Night (17) The sadface man is in front of me. Under his mask, I am watched. “How will you handle the world crumbling around you?“ do you want to see? ings just ran into a nearby cave. The duck's here and quacking at me.

12:30 PM The cave is filled with plant-men. Flowers and leaves and vines, and. Wait. These things. They’re Treefingers. You're Treefingers! And they’re staring at us welcomingly. Me and the duck. Guess they're not threatened.

12:31 PM I asked one of them where they took Donnie. They’re looking at each other oddly. Do you guys not talk? Do you know any Treefingers who do? I'm being led somewhere now.

12:33 PM This is an arena. You guys do, like, cagefighting here?

12:34 PM One of the Treefingers told me, if I want to see Donnie again, I must challenge “the beast,” for it is the beast that Donnie is being sacrificed to. ..okay I hate these guys again. I’m doing it. For Donnie.

12:36 PM The air’s getting a little thick. I’m coughing a bit. Where are you, beast? Tiger Stripes, give me… ..Treefingers are approaching. They said the beast has been called off. Donnie is being released. o_o Okay. Works for me, I suppose. Do I look that intimidating? ...was it the duck?!

12:39 PM Being taken to Donnie, down into some rooms caked in mud.

12:41 PM DONNIE OH GOD I MISSED THAT HUG. She looks pretty shaken. They didn't hurt her, though. Let's get the hell out of here. Take the duck.

12:45 PM “Someone would like to speak with you before you go.” In a big mud hut, outside. Their leader or something? o_o

12:46 PM Oh dear god. How'd you get the wooden suit back? YES, Mistress! Hello! Oh, how I have completely missed you! "I've come back from my exquisite tour of the Bahamas, and I am so pleased to see you again. I know, I know, you had places to go, and you did a fine job of role-playing with me last time we saw each other, so I forgive you for just ducking and running. But I heard you were in the area, so I thought I'd have you come by and say 'Hello.'" ...hello. "You've managed to hold onto your girl all this time. Haven't broken her heart yet. ..hoho, just a joke!" …what do you want, Harlequin? "Ouch. I did get the message, you know. You.. shut the door on me quite clearly. Both of you!" donnie's not saying a word "These plant guys, they're so much nicer. They give me what I want. They seem to think I have connections? Whatever might have given them that idea?" … "God, look at you. You're so scared of me. Like, actually scared. Listen. I'm not gonna make this any more awkward than this has to be. I saw you were in the area, and I just wanted to give you a word of warning." ... What is it? "I'm not the only bad guy in the world, y'know? And as far as the totem pole of power goes, I'm hardly even on the radar. You made it to America? Took the long way. Put so much work into it. To what, to escape? Sky's still red here. And me, I'm still here. Maybe you did escape something, but you're just so... clueless about it! "So that's my warning: You don't know what you're running from, and that means you don't know what you're running into either. You just don't know." Yeah… "Yeah? So, you'd better find someone who does." giggle donnie "Thanks for the advice. Can we go now?" waves her hand "You have cities to see, drugs to take, a job to do, worlds to save, whatever." Well. Uh. she's looking right at me now. with that unmoving mask of a face. ...bye? o_o; silence ...

2:39 PM We.. got moving after that. That was.. weird. I even kinda forgot it happened and wasn't a fever dream until I picked up my journal to update it and saw it really written there. Donnie definitely didn't want to talk about it. I don't know what we'd even say about it. And now we’re getting close to New York. Duck travel is good travel.

3:21 PM Most of the creatures around here are zombies. It’s getting pretty dull.

4:04 PM …wow, a spidercat!!! VARIETY!

4:27 PM We’ve come across a large body of water. God, we're gonna need a boat. Wait no. Boating’s for squares. Get with the circles. Better yet, get with the rhombi. "Jordan, what the fuck are you talking about?" We need a rabbit hole! "Jordan, we're on a giant duck."

4:28 PM went right into the water, no problem. quack Well. Okay, I feel silly.

5:25 PM yeah yeah we made it across no problem, but guess where we found our way to now? Broadway Street! We’re in New York City! Skyscrapers piercing the red sky with their manmade majesty, streets as empty as London’s were. Okay okay okay, where to now? Shit, that’s a really good question. I know I (should) have a very good friend here, but this is a fucking huge city. who knows if she’s still here.

5:28 PM ..graffiti on the side of a clothes shop! “embracethearchangel“ I’ve seen this message before. Still no spacebar, but it’s significant. “RAPTURE IS COMING, CAN’T YOU FEEL IT, IT’S COMING AND IT’S COMING SOON” “A voice speaks to me: Would you like to see?” “NORTH OF TOWN IS PLAGUE TERRITORY, STAY OUT” “What did Doctor Cloud discover in the Genera?” “But it’s all in a mouse’s night to take on all those who fight” ..someone’s coming.

5:31 PM It’s an older man, long black hair going grey, a mustache, trenchcoat. He’s wearing one red glove. o_o

5:32 PM “Welcome to America, White Jester. You’ve got a lot of work to do.” Um. Alright. And who are you? “Oh, you’ll get to know. All in good time. But you're gonna want to know, you're expected at the Soho Grand Hotel." Expected? How do you know me? "Pfft. White Jester? Arsonist of Paris? You're known." Wait, that wasn't me! "And furthermore, do you not know you're being followed?" I'm what? We're what? "I did my job. You know where to go. Watch your back." walks away Well. Okay. o_o Guess we'll go look for a building by DAMN NAME and NO ADDRESS!!!

5:50 PM Soho Grand Hotel. Parked our duck outside. The lobby’s huge. Broken glass everywhere, chairs overturned, doors closing DOOR AFTER THAT DOOR

5:51 PM The world has too many hallways. I see a mirror at the end of the hall. Damn, my suit is nice. :3 Staircase up here.

5:52 PM ‘Nother mirror down there. Seriously, I love that suit. .w. Have I gotten taller? We’re calling out for my friend. If she hears us, she’ll come out.

5:53 PM Up these stairs! I take it all these halls have mirrors. Beautiful suit, Jordan. Fits you much too well. >w> .why am I the only one up h oh, I’m not. Donnie's right there. ..then where’s her OH THAT'S NOT A MIRROR THAT'S THE FUCKING SLENDER MAN WHAT DO WE DO IN THIS SITUATION, DO WE MAKE A LOT OF NOISE? WAVE OUR ARMS? that's bears, DO WE HIDE IN A ROOM? DO WE RUN DOWN THE STAIRS? "GET DOWN!" FUCK budda budda budda

5:57 PM We're in a hotel room now. A dude in big fuck-off military gear escorted us to safety. Donnie's asking the man if he really just shot at the slender man with a high-powered rifle. "Yes, ma'am. That's policy." Hey, it worked! donnie "It scared it off, sure! But that thing didn't bleed. You can't kill it! What if you just pissed it off?" "Then I pissed it off. You two didn't." "Okay, your funeral." You say this is 'policy?' The government's? "That's right." Huh. Are we, like. Okay? Did we walk into a top-secret base or anything? "You're fine. This is civilian property. We do a routine sweep every day, as the Soho's one of the places we've designated a safe zone." 'We,' like, the military? "Yep." donnie "We were told we were expected here? Were you expecting us?" "It's a routine sweep of a hotel. I expect civilians, but I do not know who you specifically are." "..huh." "Dinner's in the restaurant below around 8. Scream if you see any more monsters; someone will hear you. Goodnight."

6:00 PM What just happened? Did we just, like, get lucky? "Maybe we're still expected. He said this was a safe zone, and this room looks pretty clean. There may be lots of people staying here." Yeah... probably!

6:22 PM Nothing. No one's at reception. There were some cooks in the restaurant getting set up, so people are definitely here, but the cooks hadn't heard anything. They pointed us to a small office on the ground floor that was being used as reception, and.. no one's there! Are we supposed to go knocking on every door in this hotel?

6:57 PM this is stupid "look, we'll just try a few more, and then take a break." I would much rather be chilling in our hotel room "we can do that later! after dinner!" but that's an hour away! :C "do it for me? ;)" …

8:10 PM Fuck yeah, dinner! I'm having pizza! :D

8:50 PM GOODNIGHT, JOURNAL!

(Attached: “Jordan's arrival in America is hard to make sense of, about to get harder. There are two different angles to consider: the American gods curious about the boy who stood up to a Fear; and Jordan's own background, which he tries to avoid focusing on. We have a lot to get through, so I'll clarify what I can when I can. Watch for song lyrics.”)

[PREV LOG] [TABLE OF CONTENTS] [NEXT LOG]

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The Unsolved Killing of Georgette Bauerdorf

Georgette Bauerdorf was a young socialite with a grand future—until 1944, when her life was cut short in the dead of the night. Born to an oil tycoon in New York City in 1924, Georgette lived a life of privilege. She and her older sister attended a convent school on Long Island, where they were trained in goodness and propriety. When the girls’ mother died in 1935, the Bauerdorf siblings and their father moved to California, where Georgette was once again enrolled in a school that befit her place in society—alumnae of the Westlake School for Girls in Los Angeles included Shirley Temple and Myrna Loy.

Upon graduation in 1941, Georgette moved to West Hollywood to pursue an acting career. By the age of 20, she found work at the Los Angeles Times in the Women’s Service Bureau and at the Hollywood Canteen—a dining and dancing club that catered to young men in uniform. Georgette called El Palacia her home, a grand Spanish-style house that played host to numerous celebrities. Her evenings were filled with nights out on the town; she was courted often and enjoyed the attention of her many suitors.

Exactly what happened on the night of October 11, 1944 remains a mystery. It was a Wednesday; Georgette was at the Canteen, where her role as a Junior Hostess meant she danced with and entertained the servicemen on layover in Los Angeles. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary that night. At the end of her shift, she climbed into her sister’s Pontiac coupe and drove home. At 11:00 a.m. that following morning, Georgette’s maid and a janitor arrived to clean her apartment. They were met with an unlocked front door. The cleaners entered and found Georgette’s lifeless body face down in her bathtub, the water still running.

She was wearing the top part of a pajama set. Her hair floated in the water. When police surveyed the scene, they found little evidence of a struggle—though the coroner later confirmed the bruises on Georgette’s body suggested she put up a fight before her death. A partially unscrewed light bulb outside her front door led investigators to believe that her killer had hidden in the darkness, perhaps even entering the apartment before Georgette arrived, lying in wait to make a move.

Police assembled a rough timeline of Georgette’s final moments: They believe she came home late, ate a snack in her kitchen, and was then killed by someone who may or may not have been a stranger. A downstairs neighbor heard screaming at about 2:30 a.m., along with shouts of “Stop! You’re killing me!” The neighbor assumed it was a domestic dispute and returned to sleep. The janitor himself claimed he heard the sounds of high-heeled footsteps from Georgette’s apartment, and then a crash—as if something had been dropped—yet he couldn’t confirm if there had been a second person in her apartment. Whatever occurred, Georgette’s last moments were certainly a desperate attempt to save her own life.

In the days following the murder, police received a letter from a Sergeant Gordon Aadland. Aadland claimed that a woman matching Georgette’s description gave him a lift through Hollywood on the night of October 11. In the letter, he described the woman as appearing quite nervous, though he would downplay this claim in later years. The killer, meanwhile, vanished into the night after the slaying, driving off in Georgette’s car. The vehicle was found some distance away, abandoned and out of gas. It was the last trace of the killer in a case that quickly went cold. Georgette

Some speculators associate Georgette’s death with that of Elizabeth Short, a.k.a. the Black Dahlia, claiming that the same man murdered the two Hollywood hopefuls. Implicated in this theory is a tall individual with a limp named Jack Anderson Wilson, who plays a part—although peripherally—in both stories. The murder remains a mystery to this day. Seventy years from that fateful night, there’s little chance that Georgette’s death will ever be solved.

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The Unsolved Killing of Georgette Bauerdorf

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Tiny sci-fi in the form of a news blurb from the September edition of Astounding Stories of Super-Science

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Mechanical Voices For Phone Numbers

New developments whereby science goes still farther in its assumption of human attributes were described and demonstrated recently by Sergius P. Grace, Assistant Vice-President of Bell Telephone Laboratories, where the developments were conceived and worked out.

One development described, and soon to be put into service in New York, transforms a telephone number dialed by a subscriber into speech. Although the subscriber says not a word the number dialed is spoken aloud to the operator.

The device is expected to simplify and speed the hooking together of automatic and voice-hand-operated telephone exchanges, and also to speed long-distance calls from automatic phones through rural exchanges.

The numbers which can thus be spoken are recorded on talkie films and those which are to go into use here have already been made, all by an Irish girl said to have the best voice among the city's "number, please" girls.

Mr. Grace demonstrated this device by carrying into the audience a telephone with a long cord connected with a loud speaker on the stand, which represented central. A member of the audience was requested to dial a number, and choose 5551-T, the letter T representing the exchange.

This number the spectator dialed on the phone Mr. Grace carried. There was no sound but the clicking of the dial. Then, two seconds later, the loudspeaker spoke up clearly, in an almost human voice, "5551 T."

As for the recording of the sound films, there is a film for each of the ten Arabic numerals from zero to nine, and these wound on revolving drums. The dial on the telephone automatically sets in action the drum corresponding to the numeral moved on the dial.

Another development which sounds promising for bashful suitors and other timid souls, enables a person to store within himself electrically a message he desires to deliver and then to deliver it without speaking, simply by putting a finger to the ear of the person for whom the message is intended.

This Mr. Grace demonstrated. He spoke into a telephone transmitter and his words were clearly heard by all in the audience, by means of amplifiers. At the same time a part of the electrical current from the amplifier, representing the sentence he voiced, was stored in a "delay circuit," another recent invention of the laboratories. After being stored four and a half seconds this current was transformed to a high voltage and passed into Mr. Grace's body. He then put his finger against the ear of a member of the audience, who heard in his brain the same sentence. The ear drum and surrounding tissues are made to act as one plate of a condenser-receiver, Mr. Grace explained, with the vibrations of the drum interpreted by the brain.

A new magnetic metal, "perminvar," and a new insulating material, "para gutta," which make possible construction of a telephone cable across the Atlantic to supplement the radio systems, were also described. Actual construction of the cable is expected to be started in 1930, Mr. Grace said.

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NYC Movers Reviews! Your Must-Have Powerful Resources for Selecting Movers

Finding reliable movers in New York City can be challenging. With so many options, it’s crucial to base your choice on solid reviews. This guide explores good movers reviews NYC, offering insights into top-rated moving companies and essential tips for making a well-informed decision.

Why Reviews Matter

When hiring movers, reviews offer a glimpse into a company’s reliability and quality of service. According to a 2024 report by Gitnux, 88% of moving is done using professional moving services. In NYC, where moving services are abundant, it’s vital to sift through movers reviews to find trustworthy companies.

Top Sources for Movers Reviews in NYC

1. Yelp

Yelp is a popular source for NYC moving companies reviews. Many users share detailed experiences, helping you gauge the reliability of movers. For instance, NYC-based company Piece of Cake Moving & Storage has a 4.7-star rating on Yelp, with over 1.9K reviews highlighting their efficient service.

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2. Google Reviews

Google Reviews is another excellent platform. You can find a range of feedback from real customers. For example, Brooklyn Moving Company JP Urban Moving boasts a 4.9-star rating based on 220+ Google reviews, indicating high customer satisfaction.

3. Better Business Bureau (BBB)

BBB reviews provide a more formal evaluation of a company’s reliability and trustworthiness. Top-rated NYC movers often have A+ ratings, showcasing their commitment to customer service. For instance, NYC Great Movers has a 4.9-star rating with over 70 reviews , showing that people using their services – really like the company.

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Best Movers with Good Reviews in NYC

Local Movers

Local moving companies often have an advantage of an established reputation and knowledge of the area.

ABC Movers consistently receives high praise for their punctuality and careful handling of items. With a 4.8-star rating on Google Reviews, this company is renowned for its reliable service and competitive pricing.

Roadway Moving stands out for its good service and competitive prices. Some Reddit reviews show them being lower in budget comparing to other movers for up to $700 – 1,300. With a 4.6-star rating based on almost 500 reviews on Yelp, their customers frequently commend their professionalism and efficiency.

Long Distance Movers with Good Reviews

Nation wide companies like Allied Van Lines, United Van Lines, Atlas Van Lines, Two Men and a Truck, Mayflower, etc often specialize in long-distance moving. Big established company like OZ Moving, specializing in short-distance moving, long-distance moving, and even international moving has 90% recommendation rate on Facebook. Such a high number of satisfied customers – definitely means a lot.

With a solid 4.9-star rating based on 400+ Yelp Reviews, Get There Moving is known for its excellent service in long-distance relocations. They offer great service and according to some reviews – are efficient, and pleasant to work with.

Cheap Movers with Good Reviews

Finding cheap movers with good reviews can be a bit tricky. However, several companies stand out for providing affordable services without compromising quality.

NYC Moves with a 4.8-star rating with 200+ Yelp Reviews can offer cost-effective solutions and reliable service. They also offer special services like commercial moving and senior moving.

Small Fast Moves has an excellent rating of 5.0-star on Yelp, based on 85 reviews. The moving company can offer their services for just $80 per hour. It is budget friendly, comparing to regular prices per hour for NYC moving companies.

Key Factors Influencing Movers Reviews

Cost

According to a 2024 survey, the average cost of moving in NYC ranges from $800 to $3,200. Factors affecting the price include the distance of the move, the size of the home, and additional services required. Usually, cheaper price – equals more satisfied customer willing to leave a positive review.

Service Quality

High-quality service is reflected in the movers reviews. A recent report found that 70% of customers who had a positive moving experience rated their movers based on punctuality, care in handling items, and overall professionalism.

Transparency

Transparent pricing is crucial. Hidden fees can lead to dissatisfaction. A recent survey indicates that more than 80% of satisfied customers wrote positive reviews because they liked clear and upfront pricing.

Getting Moving Quotes

Before committing to a moving company, obtain detailed moving quotes. This helps you understand the cost and services included. Most reputable companies offer free quotes online or over the phone.

Conclusion

In NYC, finding the best movers requires careful consideration of movers reviews. By exploring reliable sources and comparing ratings, you can make an informed choice. Whether you need local movers, long-distance movers with good reviews, or cheap movers with good reviews, there are plenty of options to suit your needs.

Utilize platforms like Yelp, Google Reviews, and BBB to find top-rated NYC moving companies. Be sure to compare moving quotes and check the average movers cost NYC to ensure you’re getting the best value for your money. If you want to save money and valuable time – get free estimates on our platform BLC Moving. Happy moving!

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