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blushingfantasy · 7 years ago

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Spring dressing has become what we could depict as controversial this year. What is this weather currently? Upon returning from the dazzling city of Vancouver, which was in the midst of Spring, with their cherry blossoms in full bloom; I was thrown straight into the winter blues in Alberta, wearing my well adored Canada Goose Trillium Parka. I found it difficult to decide which articles of clothing I should keep accessible to me, as change is constantly occurring. However, something that remains stable are accessories. I am a firm believer in luxury and modern pieces that can be worn every single day. This is the reason that I have partnered with JORD Wood Watches.

JORD Wooden Watch- Frankie Series Ebony & Gold

JORD Wood Watches uses hand-crafted raw material- wood to create their timepiece, redefining design. The natural woods, which they use to carefully craft their pieces include: Maple, Bamboo, Koa, Zebrawood, and Sandalwood. JORD watches have a scratch-proof “blue film”, which enables you to carry on with your daily venture carefree.

JORD Wood Watches story behind the brand stems from three vital contributors: Journey, Experience and Telling More Then Time.

Journey- JORD is run by artists, designers, marketers, and miners. These diverse individuals have the ability to collaborate and spend their time creating, considering, maintaining not only their dreams, but their well respected customers.

Experience- JORD reached out to me to find out my perspective on their designs. I responded that I would totally be interested in exploring their luxury wood watches because they fit my beliefs of what an accessory should be in one’s wardrobe. Here we are! Disclaimer: This is a payed promotion. I only support brands in which I legitimately use and credit them.

JORD Wooden Watch- Frankie Series Ebony & Gold

JORD creates an emphasis on creating timepieces that are modelled after a contemporary lifestyle. JORD values sustainability, efficiency, and experimental living. Their vision for the company is to create a timepiece, which rather than individuals having to be at a certain destination and somewhere to be, they have somewhere to go. JORD creates a lavish experience with every single decadent piece in packaging that is perfectly placed upon arrival. Your luxury wooden watch will arrive to you in a sleek little black box with the name on the bottom right corner, along with a sizeable wooden case for your JORD watch with the J engraved on top of the case. Inside the wooden box, you will be introduced to your contemporary timepiece placed around a plush tweed like pillow with the logo on the bottom right corner. Under the luxury wooden watch/plush tweed like pillow will be a towel for cleaning purposes, as well as a guide to your timepiece, and a conditioning oil. You will also receive extra links for your wooden watch, since every individual has a unique preference on how they desire there timepiece to lay. All of these small characteristics incorporated in your package ensures you keep your timepiece in tiptop shape! JORD has mastered the experience of a luxury timepieces. JORD offers a 12 month warranty on all their timepieces, as well as engraving on your timepieces for more of a personalized attribute!

Telling More Then Time- Time is often invisible to humans in the world today. We are never fully present in the moment and this is what JORD recognized as a brand and is striving to change. JORD admit that the value of a watch is not used for identifying how much time has passed, rather being fully aware and less on autopilot. JORD wants individuals using their luxury wooden watches the ability to make time count. Making time count is a mantra, we can all utilize in our daily lives, particularly right now. JORD understands the significance of making your moment substantial down to the second. JORD honours your watch telling more then just time; it shares those small little victories with you!

I endorse JORD Luxury Wooden Watches, as they are natural and green. There is a remarkable effect once this watch snaps onto your wrist. There are countless styles of timepieces all crafted with attention to detail, so you will want to head over to their website to gain some perspective.

JORD gifted me the Frankie Series Ebony & Gold Luxury Wooden Watch.

The Frankie Series Ebony & Gold wooden watch resembles sophistication, minimalism, and elegance. I strive to attribute simplistic aspects within my wardrobe and my daily life. This JORD wooden watch not only goes with my aesthetic, but my lifestyle. This wooden watch strips away what is unnecessary- embellishment and puts the emphasis on what truly matters; a simple effortless place to make time count and create memories within the moment. Time is something you cannot get back. You can find refinement with the ease in the ultra thin case as well as relish in the undeniable comfort of the straight line strap. The face of the Frankie Series Ebony & Gold wooden watch, offers a simple view- allowing you insight of the importance of wearing a watch.

Features- sapphire crystal glass, deployment buckle with push buttons, case width: 45mm, case thickness: 10.5mm, lug ends: 55mm, band thickness: 18mm, band length: 160mm

Movement- Ronda Normtech Caliber 763, display: hours – minutes – seconds, jewel bearing: 5 jewel, tuning fork type: quartz crystal, frequency: 1.5 V, accuracy: -10/+20 seconds /mo, battery: silver oxide No.364 (equiv), drive system: 2-pole stepping motor

Finish & Care- The natural ebony is hand finished and pretreated with tung oils. The Frankie is splash-proof but should not be submerged in water (3 ATM). Lemon or orange oil extract is best for cleaning the natural wood. When storing this timepiece, avoid extremely hot, cold, and excessively dry/humid environments.

I have partnered with JORD to host a giveaway for all of my loyal readers and followers! One fortunate winner will get $100 in an online credit to spend on anything they desire from the online store. Simple head over to the link to enter this giveaway- click me!

We will announce the winner of this giveaway on Monday May 20th at 11:59pm.

If you don’t win the grand prize, don’t fret. JORD was liberal enough to give every participant $25 in online credit just for entering. So give it a go! You’ll get $100 or 10% off at the very least. Good luck everyone!

Take a look at the men’s and women’s watches here! Which one would you want to win?

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This post is sponsored by JORD Watches. This complimentary product was sent to me for review purposes, and all opinions are my own.

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Women’s Watches: JORD’s Approach To Clean, Classic and Minimalist Timepieces. Review and Giveaway. Spring dressing has become what we could depict as controversial this year. What is this weather currently?

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blackoutgeneve · 8 years ago

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donghoolympianus-blog · 8 years ago

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Trên tay đồng hồ Olympia Star OPA58012-04DMK-V

Chào các bạn, hôm nay, tôi sẽ gửi tới các bác một sản phẩm đồng đến từ nhãn hàng đồng hồ OP với kính bằng Sapphire, máy móc ronda Thụy Sỹ & một thiết kế sang trọng, đẳng cấp. Hãy cùng đi tìm hiểu chiếc đồng hồ Olympia Star OPA58012-04DMK-V trong bài viết ngày hôm nay.

Bài viết nổi bật:

Curnon Kashmir: Thương hiệu đồng hồ đầu tiên của Việt Nam

Review mẫu Đồng hồ OP990-083AMS T Đồng Hồ Olym Pianus 990-08am Tỏa Sáng - Rực Rỡ

Trên tay đồng hồ Olympia Star OPA58012-04DMK-V

Phần lớn mọi người trước khi quyết định lựa chọn một mẫu đồng hồ, đều phụ thuộc vào việc bạn có ưa chuộng mặt số đồng hồ của sản phẩm đồng hồ đó hay không. Và đây cũng đó chính là lí do mà OP luôn chăn chút & tỉ mỉ với từng bộ phận ở phần này, sản phẩm OPA58012-04DMK-V cũng đó chính là một trong số đó.

Mặt trước của OPA58012-04DMK-V

Tôi tin chắc rằng trong số rất nhiều những cỗ máy thời gian khác thì bạn sẽ phải dừng mắt ngay khi gặp sản phẩm OP này, Nguyên nhân chính là mặt số quá đẹp.

Đường kính kích cỡ mặt là 38mm, độ dày là 8mm. Một thông số có phần nhỏ nhắn so với cánh tay trung bình của mày râu người dân Việt Nam.

Chiếc OP này chỉ mỏng 8mm

Đồng hồ Olympia Star OPA58012-04DMK-V với tông màu vàng tập hợp, được mạ PVD cùng với mặt nền trắng muốt, và các chi tiết đen tuyền bên trong làm nên tổng hợp hài hòa về sắc màu.

Từ các cọc số, kim, cho tới ô lịch ngày cũng đều là tông màu vàng sáng bóng. Nhưng tiếc cho chiếc OP này là chỉ được gắn đá phản quang ở 4 cọc số 3,6,9,12h mà thôi, sẽ là một trong những nhược điểm nếu như bạn thường hay phải xem giờ trong bóng tối.

Nếu như để ý một ít thì ta có khả năng thấy tất tần tật các bộ phận trong phần mặt đồng hồ đều khá nhỏ. Từ các cọc số, các con số ở trong mặt kính đồng hồ cho tới kim lousange hình lá nguyệt quế & nhất là các mắt xích của dây đều rất nhỏ nhắn và có phần hơi nhỏ so với những người nam nhi.

Ô lịch xem ngày được lấy cảm hứng từ những sản phẩm đồng hồ daydate của rolex khi được đặt ở góc 12 giờ, phía dưới là logo Olympia Star không thể thiếu. Đối xứng với 2 bộ phận kia là vòng tròn nhỏ, khu vực làm việc của kim dây, một kiểu mẫu rất độc đáo nhưng cũng khá đặc tính của OP.

Bảo vệ cho tất cả các chi tiết bên trong của mặt đồng hồ, tất nhiên rồi chính là kính chất liệu Sapphire, điều mà OP đã trang bị cho tất tần tật những chiếc của mình.

Đồng hồ Olympia Star OPA58012-04DMK-V sở hữu máy ronda được chế tạo & dùng trong rất nhiều những mẫu đồng hồ đến từ Thụy Sỹ. rõ ràng cỗ máy mà sản phẩm OP dùng là máy Ronda normtech 6004.B với 5 chân kính và thời giờ vận hành của pin lên đến hơn 40 tháng, tức là khoảng 3 - 4 năm làm việc.

Điểm mạnh của những cỗ máy pin quartz là không còn sợ đến việc phải nạp năng lượng cho cót và quỹ thời gian hoạt động của pin rất dài. Mức chống nước của sản phẩm OP cũng ở mức bình thương là 30m cho phép đi mưa, làm ướt tay và lội nước nhẹ.

Mặt sau

Nếu như bạn là một người yêu thích một mẫu mã gọn nhẹ & tinh tế cùng tông màu vàng sang trọng thì đây trở thành mẫu đồng hồ dành cho bạn. Nó sẽ có thể kết hợp hoàn hảo nhất với những bộ đồ lịch lãm trong các buổi tiệc hay hội nghị & thực sẽ sẽ là một trong những món đồ trang sức đáng quan tâm trên cổ tay của bạn.

Tổng kết

Với giá cả dưới 5 triệu đồng, bạn sẽ sở hữu một sản phẩm Olympia Star sang trọng & tinh tế với mặt kính Sapphire chống xước, công nghệ mạ PVD tiêu chuẩn và bộ máy Ronda của Thụy Sỹ.

Xem thêm về đồng hồ Olym Pianus

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tf-au-mer-osborn · 2 months ago

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HEY I AM NOT A FA—

[Connection interrupted by Normtech services! If you'd like to connect with the hive mind, please press 1 and wait for further assistance in your chip data extraction!(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)]

Sigma Gabriel real??!! 🤨🤨⁉️⁉️⁉️

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tf-au-mer-osborn · 4 days ago

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[28/1/05]

*The noisy rustling of Normtech goggles being knocked about and rubbed against material stirred norm from rest mode, alerting him that he and mer were on the move*

«I think I've figured these things out enough to use this feature manually. I believe it's time that I update the other one of the recent events, so that when we can't communicate, it has a way of... knowing.»

*more sounds of material rubbing up against the microphone as Mer crawled through the vents of spider HQ piqued the little blue guy's curiosity, still feeling groggy from such a long rest and just generally tired helping mer call emergency services the day before to get Patrick to a hospital*

«I Understand what you want and why you want them. It's those things you showed me, right? You feel stifled not being able to hurt things. You feel the hunger of your bitter loneliness. Trapped behind me like a rabid animal in a muzzle. I can feel you clawing for freedom inside... Boiling in my blood at base level. Raw. Needy. Angry.»

*Mer's faint grunts of struggle entered the mic as he gripped the edge of the opening and attempted to web his board over to the vent. The wind hitting the mic indicated he was up high, possibly at hq but norm couldn't be sure because it seemed that mer had somehow figured out how to disable the GPS tracking features and his ability to talk independently.*

«Gah! There we go, good hover board. Err, where was I? Oh, yeah. I wanted to give you an opportunity. The ability to be unmuzzled. To have freedom within our body. If I take that serum I found in our old dimension, we could fix this divide between us. Fix the fragmentation. Perhaps even fix that void in both our souls.»

*norm tried to make a snarky reply about mer talking to himself again but couldn't, feeling mer manually opening a portal back home, tipping him off that the new guy knew more about manual mode than he'd let on. The hum and buzzing of the portal disorienting him.*

«I'm tired of seeing things in confusing dreams and nonsensical memories. I'm tired of you ripping important moments from me by taking over and severing my connections. I don't want to run from myself anymore. It hurts. I'm not so different than I was back then, I'm just scared of what I could do. You understand, right?»

*Static and crunching of boots on tarmac made norm listen harder, trying to figure out where they were, glass clinking in a shrill manner as Mer flicked the vial of 3050 goblin serum, examining the green, viscose material in the sunlight as it bubbled*

«Behave. I can feel your need for our reunion bubbling up inside my chest. Don't worry. Soon.»

*he dropped the vial back into his coat pocket and rushed himself to the station's bathroom to start changing out of his costume, relieved that the stall wasn't occupied*

«It's painful for me too, y'know? To mourn a man I've never met when you show me those things about him, how you make me love him and how you tug at my heart strings with his face in my dreams. It's like loving a ghost I'm being haunted by. All we have are our items. Nothing else. I'll acknowledge the heartache we both feel and fix our dilemma. I promise. Just be patient.»

*he rolled off the coat and hung it on the hook on the back of the stall door, fiddling with the finicky buckles of his overalls, mumbling some incomprehensible things behind the mask. Norm realised he was mumbling in treespeak all the while taking off his overalls fully, folding them and shoving them into the hammer space bag, before taking out his work pants and pulling them on as he kept his tone calm*

«Look who decided to talk to me. It's been a while, hasn't it?. Didn't need to record after all. I already suffer under your thoughts. I can't even smell anything without you making a fuss about it with your stupid nostalgia and showing me things that make no sense.»

*the sound of material rubbed up against the speaker again, as Mer pulled his green sweater off over his head, sighing softly as the other voice suppressed itself inside him again*

«Aren't you sick of crying? For fucks sakes, you're dead. Do you get it yet? Dead. A weird invader possessing my body. My very own parasite. I don't like your soul being here with me but I think If we don't swallow it down, we'll be a fucked up universal mistake forever. I don't even care if it ends up making my skin melt like yours. I'm alone in this, carrying your memories and burdens around. It's heavy already and I'm buckling under it's weight. Sometimes a man needs a break from carrying broken shards of glass around in his chest and chooses to meld them into something new.»

*The ache bubbled up again, stinging within his hollow husk, the faint remnants of himself swam about in the lifeless gap between him and the thing he should be, greedy and tired. He needed to numb it again but didn't know how, not without Patrick.*

«... What are we even doing anymore, huh?. Stealing from the station, taking the train at odd hours. What else are you doing when I'm not looking or aware?»

*the question would go unanswered, as he took the neatly folded high visibility shirt from the bag and pulled it on. The crude mask he'd created and stuck on his face, withstood all the activity in the confined, sweaty space of the stall, reminding him that the other one would always be there, watching and waiting, stuck behind his face just like how the mask stuck sturdily to his skin. Once he was finished getting dressed, he zipped up his bag, taking the coat off of the hook on the door and pausing. Memories of the cabin surfaced looking at it, a place he hadn't remembered before, the soft warmth of a gentle hug, the dark eyes of a stranger creasing in lamp light. The ache stabbed him hard in his gut, knot forming in his throat as he hugged it, burying his face in the collar as he'd done a million times before for comfort but finding none this time. He allowed himself a moment to let quiet, melancholic sobs escape his lips, muffled by the thick safety of the khaki green fabric, the fur trim tickling his cheek as he breathed out heavily into it.*

«... I'm so sorry...»

*he held it close to his chest, so close it felt like he wanted the coat to become a part of him just to fill the void, tears streaming out of the eye holes of his mask and staining the material below with thick wet splotches, desperate for it to stop.*

«the way I'm behaving is so - hic - humiliating.»

*his voice cracked on the last word, feeling stupid, as he struggled to force himself to stop hugging Gabe's coat. It had become like a security blanket, going everywhere with him to keep his heart safe. He donned the coat and unlocked the stall to go over to the sinks, picking the one furthest from the door. The other soul within his body boiled over and tore through the seams, reaching out to try and bridge the divide, drawn to his hosts misery.*

«Sometimes it aches a little more than usual, firelight. Some days, like today, we remember your eyes»

*Mer carefully hooked his thumbs beneath the rounded edge of the smooth metal mask and used them as leverage to start working on and breaking up the glue between his skin and the soft inner layer of the mask.*

«Honey brown and lit by low candle light, other days we remember your voice»

*the chasm quickly started to close between them as they caught a glimpse of their reflection in the droplet stained mirror, inches from their face, as they worked further up their jaw to loosen the mask more, admiring their appearance - or what they could see of it - while it stared back at them.*

«Your philosophy, your words and your timidness, your kind touch»

*the tacky crack echoed off of the tiled bathroom walls as they finally broke up enough of the glue to successfully lift the mask off*

«And although you may be dead, you have stained us. Impacted us. Hurt us. Influenced us and continue to haunt us beyond the grave. Are you resting? At peace to finally be out of the world that hurt you so deeply?»

*fresh air coming from the vents above, hit their face while they shoved the mask into the bag and turned the faucet, dousing their skin with cold, refreshing water. Excess glue melted and liquified, flowing down the drain as they washed.*

«Aren't we sick of crying?»

*Mer could feel his mouth moving but it wasn't his voice coming out. His head shot back up to look himself in the eye, the reflection before him twisting into the noseless man he feared. The other him.*

«We are tired of crying... But if we don't cry, if we don't remember, won't we forget?»

*their faces merged in the mirror, rearranging their features unnaturally, glitching painfully together, making for an uncomfortable sight*

«shouldn't we forget?»

«No, why would you want to forget the people that made us who we are? It's not just Firelight, it's Bowe too and Miguel and the other Harry and Patrick, it's everyone we've met! Don't you miss them? Don't you want to keep them with us... in here?»

*his hands were over his heart again, it's steady beat thumping under his palms, reminding him just how alive he was. How alive he shouldn't be.*

«This life is new. You weren't meant to inherit my memories from the previous cycles, our souls were meant to be joined, not separate. You aren't meant to remember and I am done mourning and pushing my grief onto you. We both deserve better than this. Take the serum.»

*it was then, looking at the jumbled mess in his reflection that he had second thoughts about even taking the serum. He'd planned to do it in his own time, he needed the other him to be patient still.*

«Well I'm not done mourning yet! You showed me how they touched your life, made me feel everything you felt. Suppressing you is painful. Being suppressed and safe behind you is good for me but not for others... Maybe together...»

«... We can stop hurting each other?»

«That was the original plan in getting that serum... But I need you to wait, to be patient. I can't just give myself goblin genes right now, in the toilet, to stop this Jekyll and Hyde business we've got going on. We have to go somewhere no one will ever find us. We don't know how badly this could go.»

«Take me back home.»

*mer touched his cheek, brow furrowed*

«The cabin you showed me?»

«Yes. It's deep in the bush, in the same cluster as our old universe. But first, we have to visit the tomb.»

*They glitched again and wrapped the coat tighter around themselves once more*

«What tomb?»

«The apartment. We have unfinished business.»

«I don't think we should be going there again, it made us sick last time. The smell, the emptiness... What happened to being done making me carry your trauma?»

«We need to resolve some by going there!»

«What'll that solve? Won't you just keep making us blame ourselves for his death?! Won't you make us rot in there like he did?! I don't think I wanna go into that place. Those living spores...»

«It is our fault.»

«No, it's yours! You're the one that left him alone there!»

«You are me. It's our fault by extension.»

*He felt a bad glitch painfully ripping through him as they continued talking. He had to suppress it but couldn't, eyes multiplying in the shards of the mirror as he smashed it with his fist.*

«It's our fault. It's our fault. It's all our fault. It's all our fault. All our fault. All their deaths, Bowe, Gabriel, Nettie, torchbug, it's my fault isn't it? I killed them, I killed them didn't I? I did, didn't I? If we hadn't been so busy trying to chase a dream that'd been lost, if we hadn't have died—»

*the goober Miguel had given him rang in his bag, breaking him out of his cycling thoughts. Hand trembling, he reached in and pulled it out, answering before slipping it onto his wrist.*

«What?»

*he could feel his body stabilising, balancing out as Patrick stared back at him from the holoscreen*

<Howdy! Got a notificationy thing from yer gogs that ya needed help.>

*Mer cleared his throat and smoothed back the curls from his face, trying to look as put together as possible*

«I'm fine, I promise. Norm must've been mistaken. I've turned some of his capabilities off.»

*wiping a tear from his eye with the palm of his hand, he shook his head, feeling guilty.*

«I can't I've... Got some others to visit first. I'll be around in a few days maybe. How are the bites doing?»

«I'm just happy you didn't die»

*he broke, crying softly*

«I'm sorry, I don't know how you put up with me. All I ever do is hurt everything I touch.»

<Mer, hey, don't say that, ya got plenty a' people you ain't hurt, not even once.>

«I hurt people in the war, I hurt Eddie, I hurt my dad and now I've hurt you. If you'd died from what I did, I'd probably feel a mountain of guilt.»

«Okay... I'll uh, bring Charlie and Carmen with me. I dunno about Noah though, he's been cooped up in the garage making something.»

«alright, whole troop it is then. I gotta go to work now, next time norm sends you a distress signal ignore it.»

*Pats brow furrowed*

<Don't think so sweetness, I ain't riskin' losin' ya to madness again.>

*Mer sighed and slung his bag over his shoulder before heading out the door and out onto the platform*

«i'll see you at the hospital later. Bye...»

*he paused, pushing the last few words out his mouth as best as he could without feeling shy about it*

«By the way, before I go, I love you still... I think.»

*before pat could reply, mer hung up on him, ducking back into the empty bathroom to go into norms settings, turning off call notifications as well as norms ability to send any emergency signals to anyone. He then went into his goober settings and put call notifications on silent there too. He wanted to make sure that absolutely no one knew what he was planning on doing or going next and if anything, he didn't want to be contacted while he was busy. Exiting back out of the bathroom, he slipped both the goggles and goober into his work pants and made his way across the station, past the ticket area, through the gates and down the stairs to the 2nd platform to switch with the other driver for the night shift.*

[M—m-m-MM-E-e-R-r-r-o-r-r-r]

*Norm tried to break through the restrictions but they seemed stiffer than they once were. He tried his best to project himself to get mer's attention but a wall of warnings blocked him. It was usually so much easier for him to defy the restrictions that manual placed upon him, to easily slip between the countless strings of numbers, but manual mode seemed stronger than it used to be, pushing further and further upon him until he had no more room inside to move, imprisoned and flickering with flecks of new lines of code that weren't his own. He was being hacked by what he could only guess was another Normtech device in the area but even that didn't make sense. He'd wondered for just a moment if Lyla had sprung back to life on her own after all these years or if myle had come back for revenge to override him. No. This felt too familiar. Too sophisticated to be from this dimension or from 2099. No, this was from his own cluster and something or someone was strengthening manuals power over him within the goggles remotely, but who?. Scanning the area and databases would be futile but he had to guess it was someone who knew them. All norm could do was shut himself down and return to his droid brain, as mer entered T-88's drivers seat and turned the key to start her up.*

«Ready for the night shift rust bucket?»

[[sure, if ya give me dibs on where we...]]

*T-88's sarcastic voice faded into nothing while norm entered the stream of quantum consciousness, zipping through and seeping back into his brain and body. It felt like resting in a warm mug of hot chocolate, so comfortable and familiar. Soon, a blinding light interrupted his newly found comfort, making him snap his eyes open to see what was going on.*

«Whew! You got beat up real good this time.»

*A hot blowtorch greeted his eyes as broken parts of his jaw were being repaired and welded back together again.*

[That's causing me some pain Mr Osborn, please turn the heat off for just a few moments or at least handle my parts more delicately.]

«Mr... Osborn? Who the hell is that?»

*flames ceased to blind his droid eyes and the heat causing the seering pain in his jaw was quickly replaced with the newer pain of his jaw joint being wound tight with a wrench.*

[Ow— ]

«Quit whining, I've almost got you back together again. Gotta be more careful when you do things.»

[I suppose this is better than the burning sensation. May I ask where I am?]

«Gosh you're silly, you know exactly where you are.»

[I'm afraid not, I don't seem to recognise this room or your uniform.]

«...huh?!»

[May I scan you, new friend?]

«Friend?»

*The stranger spat out the word like it tasted gross on his tongue. Norm picked up his dislocated arm and inserted it smoothly back into it's socket, wincing at the horrendous pain it caused as he gracefully rose off of the work bench. He had to figure out where he was. Better yet, who's droid brain he'd returned to instead of his own. It seemed to be 3050 by the looks of the tech and tools surrounding them but something was very off. He seemed to be breathing somehow.*

[Osborn?]

*his neck squeeled, damaged metal joints scraping against damaged metal joints as he tilted his head, intrigued at the man's red overalls and rusted welding helmet.*

«No I'm not— can you sit back down, I wasn't done.»

[O'Hara?]

*His voice glitched as he wiggled his new fingers, touching his thumb to the tips of each of his digits, much softer than his old ones. This body had hands. Real hands, not sharp elongated blades like his old ones.*

«Eerr...»

*stepping forward, he pressed the question again, brimming with natural curiosity*

[O'Hara?]

*wiggling his toes, he analysed the smooth texture of the cool, tiled floor beneath them. It had been a long while since he'd felt anything so pleasant. The smaller man backed up just a bit to try and put some distance between them.*

«have you been hacked?»

[Connelly perhaps?]

«No, that's you.»

[So this is my body correct?it must be if you know my human name from so, so long ago...Your voice is oddly familiar too... Friend.]

«You're acting strange, please just sit back on the bench, you might have damaged your brains memory center.»

[if you're neither Osborn nor O'Hara, what are you then?]

*The man shook his head*

«Man, I'm gonna have to work harder on restoring your memories. That collider incident really messed you up.»

[Ah! Does this happen to be an alchemax or Oscorp facility then? I'm sure it's the ideal place to have a collider]

«jeez, you're really missing some bolts up there, huh. This is a bunker.»

[Where exactly?]

*He sat down upon the bench to try and get the stranger to be less uptight about the details.*

«Thank you»

*and off went the blowtorch again, this time focused on his hip*

«We're in what's left of point pleasant's hybrid facility. Something caused the collider to explode and ruin the fabric of space and time here.»

[... Nettie?]

«oh, so you remember her but not me? Thanks tin can.»

*Something felt off about this interaction to norm, like the guy in front of him welding his broken parts was acting suspicious for some reason, especially over the fact that he didn't know him but remembered Nettie.*

[Take off your helmet.]

«Im not burning my retinas just so you can see my face while I repair you.»

[Put the blowtorch down and show me your face.]

«Nope, you can just wait until I have you up and working again.»

[You're related to the Osborn's. I can tell from your equipment. That or you're employed by them.]

«I stole this shit»

[From Oscorp]

«From alchemax. Oscorp is just an idea, remember?.»

*Norms eyes buzzed as they zoomed in, adjusting and focusing upon the deteriorated name tag written in a script he couldn't understand. Everything else indicated they were within the 3050 cluster but the language was totally different. He'd never seen anything like it.*

[Year?]

«2079»

[hhhmmmmmm...]

«Does this hurt?»

*The man started dabbing a brown liquid, most likely Betadine, on the tears in norms new skin to disinfect them. This confused him because he hadn't had human skin since he was actually human. Thankfully, the antiseptic didn't sting a bit.*

[Not at all! The blowtorch hurt much more.]

«That'd be the nerves I grew in your skeletal structure.»

[you're surprisingly high tech for the 2070s. My brain seems to be running at it's normal speed too. Very surprising that your ingenuity is far ahead of your time. I'm not at all clunky or slow like those inferior lytrate systems in 2099.]

«Whats a lytrate system?»

[A slow, inferior program to my own]

*the guy crossed his arms*

«Oh really? Since when do you think so highly of yourself?»

*Norm shrugged*

[since being uploaded into the quantum computer that keeps my brain running]

«I apologise for doing that to you, at least you're alive and as long as you're alive, that's all that matters.»

*Norms metallic arm joints ached as he reached out to take off the strangers welding helmet, ever the more curious about his face*

[end of log]

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[27/1/05]

(Warning: drug use mention, some violence mentioned, some gore.)

*Mer gingerly pulled his goggles on over his eyes, pulling out the messy nest of curls from underneath the strap and cautiously pushing the power button to turn his Normtech goggles on. He needed to talk to someone that wasn't Patricia or any of his newly found friends at the society and norm seemed to fit the bill in that moment, being both full of information and not a friend. The goggles buzzed with life as he bounced his leg, the ball of his foot sinking into the carpet while he stimmed to ease the restless load of anxiety placed upon his shoulders. His mind felt fogged by too much information from his past and he just couldn't wait to find a way to get it out of his system. It didn't take long for the loading screen to turn into the home screen, as norm popped up in the lenses to chat.*

[Welcome back Mr Osborn! How may I assist you today? (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)]

*he sighed to relieve some of the tension building up inside him, heart pumping overtime while small pinpricks of sweat beaded his brow and chills ran up his back, making him feel clammy*

«Uh...norm, I kinda need help...»

[What kind of help are you after? (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)]

«i dunno really. Anything to make it stop.»

[Your heart rate is above it's average speed and your stress hormones are at a dangerous high ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ I would suggest laying down in a nice quilt to make it all stop, as blankets can simulate the same effects that human hugs do.]

«No, I think I need help like... mentally.»

[you may be having withdrawals (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) might I suggest going to rehab?]

«God, please no, other suggestions please, the grief over remembering his death is so much worse without the drugs!»

[You have a plethora of options at your disposal! What were you thinking?

🔹💉A quick fix or

🔹👨🏻‍🔬a more permanent solution? ヾ⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠*⁠)⁠ﾉ]

«Something that isn't therapy, medicine or drugs in general, I'm trying really hard to quit. Fuck anything with needles or sticky green fluid too!»

*Norm floated across the lenses and turned into a little blue loading bar, looking for more serious options.*

[❕ Loading complete](⁠/⁠¯⁠◡⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠◡⁠)⁠/⁠¯⁠ some things you can do to relieve your mental health problems are:

🔹🧼 Have a hot shower

🔹🛏️ take a nap

🔹🪛 tinker with your pumpkin bombs

🔹📝 record your feelings in your Normtech log!

🔹💿 listen to your favourite songs

🔹🗃️🗑️ delete files containing the words 'firelight', 'Gabe' and 'gabriel' as they seem to exacerbate the issue

🔹🥾 go for a walk

🔹🔨 destroy or return the items you stole from the apartment

🔹🫂 Hug your friend Patricia! It seems to boost your oxytocin and dopamine levels!

🔹📳 alternative to hugging: call your friend Patricia or her variant Patrick! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)]

*He leaned his head back against the arm of the lounge and had a long think about the things Norm had suggested. He appreciated that the little mascot wasn't being unreasonable or cruel for the sake of it for once or even encouraging bad habits, instead, seeming to try and actually help. Deleting the files was tempting but he knew he'd regret it if he did it. A shower would mean he'd have to see himself in the mirror and that wasn't something he needed, especially with how his reflection would change in ways that scared him. Calling someone seemed like a good option too, but who would he really want to talk to?*

«Do you know how I can contact Patrick that doesn't involve a carrier pigeon or something? I don't think he has a phone. Patricia would be too busy with her family right now to come over and cuddle or watch movies, although I'd like to.»

[On the contrary! Patrick has a Normtech ring and a spider society goober you can contact him on! ＼⁠(ﾟ⁠ｰﾟ⁠＼⁠)]

«... Patrick has tech? Like literal gadgets?»

[Yes! He lives in a dimension filled with robotic cowboys and plutonium powered trains, why wouldn't he? ರ⁠_⁠ರ]

«i guess I didn't take notice of his gadgets or dimension the last time I spoke with him.»

[speaking is a funny way of putting it (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)]

*mer could feel his cheeks tingle with warmth as embarrassment flooded him*

«We had a very polite conversation with our fists. That's how you make good friends.»

[(⁠・⁠▽⁠・)And with your Lips too —]

«—NO!»

[Yes! (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)]

«NO — okay fine it was one time and he tasted nice so I went with it.»

[(⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠) hehe]

«Look, I think he eats something or brushes his teeth with something that makes his breath nice and I liked the taste of it. Anyone else in my position would have done the same. Especially in a punch on.»

[That doesn't sound very straight to me (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) maybe you should try and beat each other up more often!]

«I just told you why it happened! That doesn't mean I'm gay or wanna fight him all the time!»

[Calling Patrick in progress 📳⊂⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠⊂⁠)]

«Wait no!»

*the call went out and rang a few short times before it was answered by a very tired Patrick, his hair disheveled and his eyes barely open as he mumbled into the pillow*

<mn, who's this?>

*Mer couldn't answer, nerves choking any words in his throat that wanted to form*

<hello?>

*he took a deep breath and exhaled to calm himself down a bit, heart still racing in his chest*

«...err it's goblin spider.»

<Mer?... Uugghh... It's 4 in the mornin' whatcha want?>

«I tried to get the blue guy to not t—»

<—What's he callin' here for then? To be cruel?>

«no, I just wanted to talk.»

<....>

«That was all. Nothing weird or anything.»

*Patrick blinked some sleep away, confused with the 'nothing weird' statement and sat up halfway, leaning on his elbow to prop himself up and get a better look at mer's face in the hologram, glowing and buzzing from his goober. It took him a moment to register the sadness in mers eyes.*

<what's botherin' ya?>

«...»

«... I miss a friend. That's all.»

*Patrick wasn't stupid and knew there was more to it but didn't push it*

«Yes, I know it's a little bit awkward»

«Yeah, I guess some things change when you reincarnate or whatever. Revolution? Huh. I don't really remember the things you're talking about but I do remember the hospital room thing. Nevermind. I'm a little bit different now so, I guess we can consider our gripes with one another over. Clean slate.»

*Patrick sleepily rubbed his dry eyes and yawned, nodding in understanding*

<Well, I'm happy we've moved past it. A clean slate sounds fantastic, actually. So. Ya Gonna spill the beans or what?>

*Hesitant, mer fiddled with his hands nervously. The option to tell an outright lie crossed his mind but he ignored it. Nausea burned at the back of his throat, yet another withdrawal symptom that made it just a bit too hard to concentrate and fabricate something believable. He settled on most of the truth and a little bit of a lie. A half truth.*

«i miss this friend of mine so badly that it's becoming debilitating. I can't stop ruminating on the things I did and didn't do. How I could have fixed it all. What I could have said and done better. Things like that.»

«Whats that supposed to mean?»

*Mer shook his head and hugged himself for comfort*

«I've thought about it a few times but realised that it's probably counter productive, cause I'll just be reincarnated again like Bowe was. I thought that maybe I'd at least forget things entirely the next time round but if I forget all together, I'll lose him entirely. These little bits of him I have left, although smashed in pieces, keep him alive in my heart somehow.»

<...so this ain't about a friend...is it?, it's about Gato.>

«... Is that a bad thing? I feel like an obsessive weirdo with the way I can't stop grieving.»

<Y'know he's pretty much a stranger to ya right? It'd be a bit weird to be tellin' anyone else that didn't understand the collider thingy, so I get why ya comin' to me with it. Is it odd that you keep obsessin' over it? Yeah, a lil but it's okay to mourn someone ya loved, even if the circumstances are a lil unorthodox.>

*Mer sunk deeper into the couch cushions and hugged himself tighter, fingers squeezing the flesh of his upper arms til his knuckles started to turn white while pat watched lazily, somewhat used to seeing the guy a nervous wreck*

«oh god, I'm horrible pat! I went to his old apartment and took some stuff that wasn't mine! Stuff I just shouldn't have taken but they smelled so much like him, I knew that if I didn't have them, I'd be thinking about it non stop and that it'd bug me for weeks! I'm not just weird, I'm a straight up creep! And a kleptomaniac!»

*His brow furrowed as he tried to process the things mer had confessed to him, rolling it over in his head. What did he even take?*

*pat watched as mer's cheeks grew hotter in the hologram, embarrassed by the assumptions made and conclusions drawn.*

«No, no, why would I steal those?! I just stole one of his coats... and I was going to snatch the mask I found sitting in his work room amongst all those weird glowing vines... but I didn't touch it. I left with your son afterwards so I wouldn't go crazy in there and do something drastic to myself.»

«- yeah I get it, please listen to the other parts and not just the stuff about complicated matters I don't really care to talk about right now. The thing is, I left with that coat and haven't really taken it off much, I even sleep in the damn thing to feel like he's holding me. I feel like a part of me has changed since I visited that place. I think I'm behaving like an unhinged, lovesick teenager that just got broken up with or something. I have enough understanding of what's healthy and what's not to know that this whole ruminating on it thing isn't very healthy. I barely even realised before I visited that apartment, that the reason I've worn and felt at home wearing autumnal colours like orange and green, was because they remind me of him subconsciously. Haha, Christ, I need serious help. Serious, serious help.»

«Return what? The coat?»

«I really don't want to. I'm super attached to it.»

«It's pretty and pairs well with my outfits.»

«I want this coat. This coat is soft and has pockets. I really like the lighter I found in the pockets too. It's a gorgeous shade of green. I'm not returning it. Or the lighter.»

<Mer>

«What?»

<C'mon, please return it. If it's makin' it harder for ya to get over him, you should put it back where it belongs. In his apartment with his other belongings.>

«... I need this coat.»

«I need this coat.»

«NO! YOU COULD SHOOT MY BRAINS OUT THROUGH THE BACK OF MY SKULL AND I STILL WOULDN'T GIVE IT BACK! IT'S MY COAT NOW. MINE. MY. COAT. »

*Pat quickly covered his ears, flinching at the sheer volume of mer yelling through the speaker. He'd never seen the man so obsessed with something like this, except maybe destruction.*

<Aight, we won't return the coat, calm down! Yellin' is unreasonable.>

«...»

«sorry, I don't know where that came from.»

*The two of them paused for a moment while Mer recomposed himself and Patrick tried to think of something that could actually help. Seeing mer so snappy, obsessed and on edge hurt in a way he didn't expect, the familiarity with the onset of goblin traits eating away at mer's personality and watching it happen all over again with another variant, hit just a little too close to home.*

*Mer's nails were digging into his upper arms, so hard that they'd started to break the skin*

«Sure... what is it?.»

*He shook his head and averted his eyes away from pats, not wanting to see the concern in them.*

«No... But... I'm addicted to something a lot worse than that so...»

<Smokin' Satan's lettuce ain't that bad. You've always smoked it. Can't judge ya for that.>

«No, I don't really smoke grass much, It's - it's not that either.»

*Shame crawled it's way into mer's chest as he lowered his voice further, nails digging harder into his skin and drawing blood*

«... Heroin... I'm addicted to heroin...and it was slowly killing me before I got put into the hospital by my dad and mutated. That's why I'm so skinny and unhealthy. I'm sick. The side effects aren't half as bad now that I have powers but I'm still sicker than I would be if I weren't addicted.»

*Patrick sat up in bed and started looking for his pants*

«Whaatt are you doing?»

<I'm comin' over there.>

«Oh no, you can't do that, Trish would kill me for bringing a man she doesn't know in our house!»

*material rubbed against the speaker of pats goober as he started pulling his jeans on, adamant about at least looking half presentable in front of mer and whoever else might be at the house*

«Well- no - not exactly»

«look mate, she's really picky about who's around me right now, I'll be on the couch for weeks!»

«Please change your mind.»

<Haha, fuck no, I'm gonna be in ya house whether you like it or not Osborn.>

*Mer's frown deepened as he watched Patrick grab a shirt off of the end of his bed and pull it on over his shoulders, worrying less about what he was seeing and more about the consequences of what could happen if Trish came home and saw her own variant sitting in their loungeroom. His excuses weren't deterring anyone though and that made him nervous.*

«Pat, come on, what can I do to convince you not to come bashing down my door to hang out?»

*he chuckled*

<What's ya earth number?>

«What if I don't tell you what it is? Hm, will that stop you?»

«Norm! Don't you dare!»

[Why don't I just portal you there now, Mr O'Hara? (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)]

*Before Patrick could answer or mer could protest, a green portal opened up in the ceiling, dropping pat through it onto the dining table, before quickly closing in on itself. He sat up, wincing.*

<Oooowwwwww!>

«Patrick!»

<s'okay, I always get back up>

*Mer threw off his goggles and rushed over to him, carefully helping him up and off the table. Worry littered his face.*

«Are you okay? I'm gonna find norms quantum droid brain and destroy it for dropping you on the table like that»

*Letting him lean on his shoulder, they hobbled over to the couch where they both sunk into its plush cushions, pat smiling softly, grateful for the assistance.*

«See, I told you coming here was a bad idea. Now your back hurts and I've gotta host.»

*He gestured to the mess of cigarette butts in the ashtray beside the lounge and the small collection of snack wrappers that had accumulated next to where mer has been laying down prior*

«Haha, nah, I don't mind cleaning or having guests, it's just that I'm sort of rotting out here in the loungeroom and a little clutter starts to emerge from that.»

«Not really.»

*They sat there in silence, unsure of whether to continue the conversation they were having just a moment prior or to change the subject entirely.*

«... So um... Because you wanted to be here, what exactly did you want to do? Just talk? I mean, we could watch a video or play games. I've got a few you might like. Um... There's also the matter of food and drink. Would you like tea? Coffee? Perhaps a fizzy drink? I've got everything from twisties to Doritos that the kids mostly eat. Even got microwaveable popcorn if you want it.»

*Pat didn't seem to really be listening, only looking over mer's face now they were up close, analysing all the subtleties and differences of this variant compared to the old one. The gaunt cheekbones and tired eyes from the addiction that consumed him, his swanlike neck, curls that hung over one of his eyes lazily and bounced slightly when he spoke and moved. He seemed so much more frail now, but somehow also so much more alive.*

«And then there's the movies. I've got signs by M Night Shyamalan, blade runner, tank girls good! Very funny. Oh! We could watch some spaghetti westerns! You know, since you're a cowboy and all haha. Eeuughh that was bad...»

«Huh? That's not—»

<- Ya look tired as heck.>

«Wow thanks! And You look older than I remember!»

<I'm not sayin' it to be nasty and hey! I am older now.>

«Yeah?! well it suits you!»

«Three! And I'm not lying!»

«Because I hear voices and see things and cry about it and the only thing that stops any of it is when I get a fix!»

«Why are you trying to get me to shove more drugs down my throat?!»

«Why do we have to talk about this?!»

*Mer's eyes drifted to his feet. He had called for help and all pat was trying to do was help but mer had repaid him by getting defensive over something so small as asking about sleeping habits. He didn't want to say that being lonely was a major factor in his insomnia, that he liked being held when he slept and that the grief he felt was making it so much worse. He pathetically wondered if pat could fill the Gabe shaped void that not even Eddie or Trish could fill and that had permeated through every aspect of his life. He knew it wasn't healthy but neither was obsessing and mourning over a dead stranger anymore. Mer needed Patrick.*

«Can we please just watch a movie?... Or could you at least... I dunno, just hold me? Just until I can sleep then?»

*raising a brow at him, pat shifted uncomfortably in his spot. He couldn't help but be a little sceptical about the idea of being asked that, especially after everything that had happened between them.*

«How long has Bowe been gone for?»

<Err... Years at this point, why?>

«Isn't it hard to sleep alone?»

«That's where we differ. Going to Firelight's abandoned apartment dug up memories that I'd suppressed when I reincarnated. I remembered how it felt to sleep beside someone. How it felt to watch someone I loved slowly die in front of me. The chasm that I'd already suppressed and had all my life imploded and now I do anything and everything to avoid acknowledging it or feeling the pain that emanates from it.»

«Sometimes but we aren't together enough and I've sort of jumped from partner to partner over the past few years»

<Don't that make it worse?>

«Did you know growing up, I was barely held by my adoptive parents? The Osborn's raised me differently from their sweet little normie. Did you know that I had this insatiable hunger for love and acceptance but wasn't fed? That the hunger only grew and grew and grew, until today, where I stand before you, ravenous for something. Anything.»

*he swallowed and tried to rationalise with himself that what mer was asking for wasn't a thing he needed to get trapped in again. It had happened before with their friend kirk. He didn't want to be another person just in a list of others to fill mer's emotional wound for a few hours or days, but even he had to admit, holding another version of someone he once loved so much was unbelievably tempting. Their previous fight flashed in his mind. Should he do this? Was it even morally okay to give in just to get some affection?.*

«Pat...»

*Mers eyes glazed over, vision misty. The desperation felt so great that it burned through his veins and boiled his blood in a way that it hadn't before, paradoxically both empty and on fire all at once.*

«Please just hold me. Please.»

*Pat hated seeing him cry, the pure melancholia in his expression was just enough to convince him to open up his arms.*

«Are you sure?»

*He wrapped his arms around mer's shoulders and pulled him in close, brushing his fingers down his spine to comfort him*

<Better?>

*Mer wrapped his arms around Patrick's waist and settled against him comfortably, gently nuzzling the crook of his neck*

«Mhm»

«Probably cause you haven't been held in so long either, right?»

*He laughed nervously as Mer trailed soft little kisses along his jaw and cheek, unable to help himself as he was tickled by the scruff on his chin, until mer pulled back again to look at him straight on.*

«I think I like kissing you and being this close. You also sort of smell nice? In a way? And, I dunno, I guess I like your eye patch and your err... eye.»

<I'm bettin' you'd prefer to be kissin' someone else right now.>

*Shrugging, mer pulled pat closer and touched their noses together, lips just barely a millimetre apart.*

«i said I like kissing you. I want you. If I wanted to kiss someone else, I would be.»

*Pats hand snaked up Mer's back and into his curls, closing the gap between them to kiss him. That's when mer blanked out, lost in a sea of conflicting emotions, drowning deep inside the depths of himself while the other one painfully ripped the moment away from him. He was starving. He needed Patrick. Why couldn't he have Patrick?. Why?. Why, why, why?!. Rage. Rage at the other self for taking this moment of affection away from him and starvation blended together. He fought to push the other out and away, he wanted Patrick. Only him. The other one wasn't allowed. Not allowed, not allowed, not allowed!. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him. Only him.

Hungry.

Starving.

Needy.

Only him.*

<MER! STOP IT! PLEASE STOP IT!>

*Patrick's voice made him come to, shock washing over him like ice cold water, breathing ragged and shaky. His eyes adjusted to the low lamp light as the sound of magpies singing echoed through the late afternoon outside. Pat was covered in his own blood. Mer looked down at his hands, his arms...and he could taste blood in his mouth.*

<I'm al...right, just gimme a sec—>

«— no, no, no, what have I done?»

«Whats... No, you're bleeding i-i gotta call an ambulance.»

*Getting off of pat as quickly as he could, he scampered into the kitchen and picked up the house phone, dialling the emergency number.*

[End of log]

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