#Rick Lima

[7h3g3n3r4l]

Ylenia

Rick Lima

[ortodoxiacrista]

"Não importa a situação, DEUS pode invertê-la. Não importa a desesperança que a vida pareça, DEUS produz esperança." Rick Warren

[uwkhj]

If only I could see

Return myself to me

And recognize the poison in my heart

[smillingcartoonist]

The Sacrificers 11 #

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André Lima Araújo joins The Sacrificers as guest artist

André Lima Araújo joins The Sacrificers as guest artist #comics #comicbooks

The Giant Generator series The Sacrificers—by writer Rick Remender and artist Max Fiumara, colorist Dave McCaig, and published by Image Comics—will welcome a guest artist André Lima Araújo to the team. Araújo will be on deck for the series interiors of issues #10-12, the first of which will kick off a new story arc in July. Early uncolored, unlettered inks from the upcoming The Sacrificers…

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The Red Band edition of Marvel's Blood Hunt is way gorier as Blade cuts Doctor Strange in half. André Lima Araújo joins Sacrificers. More news.

The Red Band edition of Blood Hunt #1 ends on a much gorier final page. André Lima Araújo is guest-penciling on Image Comics The Sacrificers. Pete Wentz and Hannah Klein’s upcoming graphic novel is launching a merch line ahead of Free Comic Book Day. All on Comic Book Club News for May 2, 2024. SUBSCRIBE ON RSS, APPLE, ANDROID, SPOTIFY, OR THE APP OF YOUR CHOICE. FOLLOW US ON TWITTER, INSTAGRAM,…

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The Red Band edition of Marvel's Blood Hunt is way gorier as Blade cuts Doctor Strange in half. André Lima Araújo joins Sacrificers. More news.

The Red Band edition of Blood Hunt #1 ends on a much gorier final page. André Lima Araújo is guest-penciling on Image Comics The Sacrificers. Pete Wentz and Hannah Klein’s upcoming graphic novel is launching a merch line ahead of Free Comic Book Day. All on Comic Book Club News for May 2, 2024. SUBSCRIBE ON RSS, APPLE, ANDROID, SPOTIFY, OR THE APP OF YOUR CHOICE. FOLLOW US ON TWITTER, INSTAGRAM,…

[brazilianhotmales]

Henrique Lima

Rick Lima de sunga e cueca pra nós.

[murdrdocs]

tw vomit

thinking abt being so determined to get rick off that you trigger your own gag reflex a few too many times. you should've listened when he told you to slow down, but all you could focus on was the way he said it—the gentle command, the grit in his voice, the way his accent was just a little bit thicker. you were thinking with the pulsating warmth between your legs and look where it got you.

harshly breathing through your nose, swallowing around rick's tip, blinking away the tears in your eyes. it was coming, you could feel it, the tightness in your throat, the threat in your stomach. rick was close to coming, too, you could tell from the way his eyes screwed shut, the harshness behind his fingertips pressed to your skull, the way his cock jerked on its own in your mouth.

you had to decide between releasing the incoming bile, or getting rick off. and you were going to make a decision, any second now, but the option was taken away from you when rick buried your nose into his pubes and kept you there as warmth shot into the back of your throat.

that was it, you couldn't hold it in anymore. you gagged, a loud noise that sounded as uncomfortable as it felt. you saw the alert enter rick's face, the bliss cut short as his eyes shot open.

"woahwoahwoah," he tried to ease you off, tried to help you out, but you lurched to the side and the can of lima beans you ate this morning came up onto the leaves beside you. you could taste the seasoning on the back of your teeth, something you had been so happy to taste earlier as rick gave you the first spoon full, and now as it blended with your bile, you wish it hadn't existed in the first place.

you look up at rick, shyly, timidly almost, the smallest you've felt since this all began. you expect him to be mad, maybe a little frustrated. and he is for all of a second. you see the look on his face—features stern, blue eyes casted down at you, hand swiping across his forehead and his thumb scratching one of his eyebrows.

but then he moves his arm and you can see something else, the amusement woven into his pretty features. he bends down, cradling your face in one large hand.

"i told you to slow down."

[yesterdayandkarma]

Mimi's carving a pumpkin by Rick Lima

[blueboyluca]

Thought I would do a round-up of podcast episodes I've enjoyed lately.

Animal Training Academy Podcast: [Episode 231] Susan Friedman & Rick Hester – Exploring the LIMA model

I could listen to Dr Susan Friedman all day. This episode is all about LIMA, its origins as well as its current and future use. Choice quote:

My latest rant when I'm workingI with people I'm coaching is that they're not even coming to the debriefs with a pencil! It really hurts me! I can’t care more about this more than you do. I can’t care more about training your rhino with the least intrusive principle than you do. Got a pencil, you know? I say, "Well, what did you learn from this meeting?" "Oh, um, I’m overwhelmed." Well, if you had a pencil, you might be less overwhelmed!

I love her sass so much. She reminds me of the women I gravitate to the most. People like my mum, my boss, teachers I've admired in the past. Courageous, assertive, forceful women with great empathy and understanding.

Research Bites: #23 – Dr. Patricia McConnell on intrinsic reinforcement, flow, and agency

This was such an interesting conversation about flow between host Dr Kristina Spaulding and Dr Patricia McConnell. It was fun to listen to two very clever scientists discuss something outside current research. Choice quote:

Here’s an example of I think where a dog might be in absolute flow: when they’re chewing on something. When they’re ripping up a cardboard box. Right? Why would they be thinking about anything else? There’s no stress there – assuming they are allowed to do it. When Maggie is ripping up a little stuffed toy, I don’t know why she wouldn’t be in what we call “flow”.

This quote led into a discussion about enrichment and I thought it was a really beneficial way to think about enrichment and flow and meeting your dog's needs.

The Q Coach Pod: #167 She's singing our mindset song! (Interview with Cynthia Horner!)

I really enjoyed this interview with recent Westminster Agility Champion Cynthia Horner. She has a really interesting attitude toward competition and I got a lot out of it. Choice quote:

You’re going to have great weekends, you’re going to have great runs, and you’re going to have runs that look like you started agility 24 hours ago. And everything in between. You’re not going to be able to be perfect every time you step to the line. And I think that makes you realise that as long as you’re trying your best – and again I go back to the process. I cue my dog to the best of my ability and things should work out in the end if I do my job and I’ve trained my dog to do her job.

Barkology: Agility Fitness and Injuries with Dr Leslie Eide

This podcast isn't that good, but now and then it has quality guests on it. I really liked this episode with Dr Leslie Eide because she talked about agility from her different perspective and made me think about different things. Choice quote:

I’ve seen problems with dogs who maybe started younger doing courses with the bar very low and then going really, really slow to increase height. I think a lot of those dogs actually end up not knowing where they’re supposed to take off. And it can be both ways because if the bar’s really low, they can leap from very far away and still clear it, but they can also go, "Oh, I don’t even need to jump this" and just run up to it and stride over it. So I get both problems, I get dogs who jump late and knock the bar and I get dogs who jump early because they’re like, "This worked when it was little!" And we have to retrain finding the appropriate take-off spot.

This is relevant because I've got dogs in my classes jumping 600 that keep bar knocking and while some of my advice (in relation to handling) is helping, I am now considering that perhaps the problem is going to need retraining with some jump grids. This is where my lack of experience is a real detriment because I've only run with small dogs and when the handling seems OK but the bar is still getting knocked, I've got to find other things to try.

[7h3g3n3r4l]

Mimi's carving a pumpkin

by Rick Lima

[brittanagirlcrush]

2. "Have you lost your damned mind?" For Brittana obvi

Hope you like this :) It's a little different from my normal stuff. I'll post it on FF.Net too :) Thanks for the prompt.

Prompt: Have you lost your damn mind?

Title: Immutable Truths & Unbreakable Rules

A/N: This fits into my Brittana headcanon/canon-adjacent/canon-ish world. Happens shortly after IKAG

xoxoxoxoxo

If you walk the halls of William McKinley High School in Lima, OH, you are immediately made aware of two things: an immutable truth and an unbreakable rule.

The unbreakable rule is unbreakable because of the immutable truth.

The Unbreakable Rule is: Brittany S. Pierce is off-limits for any sort of bullying, harassment, slushying, name-calling, threatening, or anything else that might cause the bubbly blonde to pout, be sad, or upset.

The Immutable Truth is: Santana Lopez is completely, head-over-heels in love with Brittany S. Pierce.

Our story is a story because an idiot failed to remember these two things.

Xoxoxoxoxo

Rick “The Stick” Nelson was, for lack of a better term, an idiot.

He considered himself smart, hot, sexy, irresistible, charismatic, and an all-around catch.

He has told more than one female, with a leer, an eyebrow waggle, and a smarmy grin, that he gave himself the nickname “The Stick” … and not because he plays hockey. (Cue much eye-rolling at this point).

On this particular day, Rick was – as usual – bitching about his loss in the student election to “that stupid blonde bimbo Pierce”. He'd been bitching about it for over a week and his cronies (Rick didn't really have friends) were tired of hearing it.

“Dude, let it go already. Look, Brittany is, like,” Jerry rolled his eyes, “everybody likes Brittany. I mean, seriously, the only votes you probably got were from the hockey team and, I'm pretty sure, a few of them voted for Pierce.”

“Really, man, I mean … god … she's like in the Glee club and hasn't ever been slushied because everybody likes her.” Jack added.

The almost dead hamster in Rick's brain slowly turned on its wheel and Rick came up with a “brilliant” plan. He would slushie Brittany S. Pierce and she would be so humiliated that she'd resign and he'd be president. It was fool proof. (Forgetting, of course, that Kurt Hummel took the second number of votes (after the false votes were removed, of course).)

“I'm gonna slushie her today! Then she'll have to quit cuz she'll be humiliated.”

The was a collective outburst of “Have you lost your damned mind?!?!” to this proclamation.

The was the first utterance of the phrase that would cause that day to become known as the “Have You Lost Your Damned Mind” day.

Xoxoxoxoxo

Rick walked with purpose toward the tall, blonde cheerleader. He held a cherry slushie in his right hand. He saw Brittany notice him and smiled his smarmy grin.

He faltered a bit when Brittany simply shook her head and held up her hand, all five fingers splayed out.

Xoxoxoxoxo

Brittany was minding her own business, waiting for Santana to finish talking to Mr. Kellogg, when she spotted Rick “The Stick” Nelson moving toward her with determination, a slushie in his right hand.

She sighed and shook her head, knowing what was going to happen if he was successful. From the corner of her eye she spotted Santana coming toward her and knew that Rick, most decidedly, was not going to be successful.

She raised her hand, all five fingers splayed out. She slowly tucked her thumb back into her fist, then her pinky, her ring finger, and her middle finger. When the only finger left standing was her pointer finger she pointed it at Rick and slowly pulled it into her fist.

Xoxoxoxox

Rick watched as Brittany … counted down? When she reached one and pointed at him, he was about five steps away from bringing his plan to fruition. When she tucked her pointer in, the slushie cup was popped up into his face and a dark ball of fury slammed him into the lockers behind him with a resounding clang.

A left hook hit his jaw, then a right cross hit his nose with the sound of crunching cartilage. A flurry of blows followed. “Have (punch) you (punch) lost (punch) your (punch) damned (punch) mind (punch)?!”

Rick could barely see but he heard, incredibly softly, in a sing-song voice, “stop the violence.”

The blows stopped with a snarl and the body that had been pinning Rick to the lockers stepped away, allowing Rick to slip to the floor in a puddle of cherry slushie.

Xoxoxoxoxo

Santana was headed toward Britt's locker, happy to have successfully argued her A- up to an A. She was about to call out to Brittany when she saw Britt put her hand up. Santana frowned, looked toward where Britt's eyes were focused, and almost lost her damned mind.

'Oh … Hell to the NO! No me gusta,' she thought as the rage in her chest boiled over and she flew toward the idiot who thought he was going to slushie her girlfriend. She popped the slushie cup up into Rick's face before body slamming him into the lockers. She was going to kill him. A left to the jaw, a right to the nose (she was gratified to hear the crunch of cartilage), and a flurry of blows as she yelled, “Have (punch) you (punch) lost (punch) your (punch) damned (punch) mind (punch)?!”

She would have kept hitting him until he was unrecognizable and unconscious but Brittany's soft sing-songy voice called her back, “stop the violence”.

Santana snarled and stepped away, letting Rick slide down the locker into the puddle of slushie.

She stepped up to Brittany. “Are you okay, Britt?”

Brittany smiled at her. “I'm fine, honey.” She lifted Santana's hands. “You're going to need …”

“What in the devil went down to Georgia is going on here?” Coach Beiste bellowed.

Xoxoxoxoxo

Coach Beiste heard the sounds of a fight and headed toward the noise. She came around the corner and saw Rick “The Stick” Nelson lying in puddle of melting cherry slushie, his nose obviously broken, and his face looking like someone took a meat tenderizer to it.

“What in the devil went down to Georgia is going on here?” She bellowed, looking from Rick to Santana Lopez who was trying very hard not to look guilty.

“Lopez! Have you lost your damned mind?”

Santana shrugged. “He slipped on the slushie he was going to throw on Brittany.”

It took Coach Beiste all of three seconds to realize what had happened. She turned to look at Rick. “Boy, have YOU lost YOUR damned mind? You must be dumber than a sheep in wolves' clothing.” She shook her head.

“Alright! Show's over! I'm sure you all have somewhere to be.” Coach Beiste picked Rick up by the scruff of his neck and veritably dragged him to the nurse's office.

Xoxoxoxoxo

Brittany grabbed hold of Santana's sleeve to drag her to the bathroom without hurting her hands.

She pulled the first aid kit out of her backpack (all the Cheerios carried them due to the number of injuries they suffered) and cleaned, disinfected, put antibiotic ointment on, and wrapped Santana's hands in gauze.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “I did try to warn him and …” she sighed, “I hate that you got hurt and you're probably going to get in trouble and …”

“Britt … hey, listen, everyone knows that if they come after you they'll be dealing with me. They KNOW I'm not going to stand by while someone harasses you. I don't know what that idiot was thinking but …” she shakes her head, “no one gets to hurt you.” She leaned up and captured Brittany's lips in a soft kiss. “I would do it again in a heartbeat before I'd let you get hurt.”

Brittany beamed at her. “I love you, Santana.”

“I love you, too, Britt-Britt,” Santana beamed right back at her.

Xoxoxoxoxo

If you were to walk those same halls after the “Have You Lost Your Damned Mind?” day, you would be made aware of a second Immutable Truth: Rick Nelson is an idiot.

[lilyvandersteen]

Home Away From Home Chapter 1: The Hotel From Hell

Chapter summary:

This chapter is from Kurt's point of view. He's an inspector in this story, and we get some insight as to how that's become his profession. And of course, he likes Blaine at once, but doesn't want to show it because that wouldn't be professional, now would it? 

Many thanks to my beta @hkvoyage!

You can also read this story on AO3.

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Chapter 1: The Hotel from Hell

Kurt wished the manager of the hotel he’d just inspected a good afternoon and promised he’d send her his report and recommendations as soon as possible.

She smiled and thanked him and his colleague Artie.

Artie smiled back. Kurt didn’t.

This hotel had passed their inspection with flying colours, yes, and the manager had been nothing but courteous and accommodating, true, but Kurt still liked to keep his distance. He felt like his function demanded that.

Kurt helped Artie into the van and secured the wheelchair.

“These guys really did their homework, huh?” Artie said. “Nice for a change, not having to lay down the law, because they’re already doing everything they should even without us having to point out this or that during our inspection. Very nice hotel, too. I liked it. Things are going well today. Let’s keep that going.”

Kurt, who was now checking their schedule for the day, groaned.

“Stomach ache?” Artie inquired. “I got antacids here somewhere, hang on.”

But before Artie could dig up the medicine, Kurt shoved the schedule under his nose. “Look where we’re heading next!”

“Lima, Ohio? Ugh, no… Is that…?”

“Yep, the final inspection at the hotel from hell. With that rude guy who seems to think it’s perfectly okay to take money from guests for beds that break their backs, food that might make them ill…”

“And who treats me like I’m subhuman because I use a wheelchair,” Artie added grimly.

“We’re not granting him any more time to fix stuff,” Kurt said. “Last time, he hadn’t done ANYTHING on the very long list of issues he had to deal with. And he just laughed in our face about it. I can’t fathom why our boss gave him another two months’ time.”

Artie shrugged. “Smythe’s father forced the issue. Told Rick in no uncertain terms that he and everyone who worked for him would be replaced if we made trouble for his son.”

Kurt’s eyes narrowed. “So that’s the way it is, is it? Well, that smirky meerkat isn’t the only one with an influential father. I’m going to close down that hotel today, and you will back me up, and if Smythe Jr. so much as dares to breathe in my direction, I’ll sic my father the senator onto him.”

They drove to Lima in silence, each of them lost in thought.

Kurt spent the drive thinking about his father. At sixteen, he’d almost lost his father to a heart attack. Then, Burt had been diagnosed with cancer and had spent years battling it.

After Kurt had graduated high school, he’d chosen to study at Ohio State so he could stay close by.

Yes, Burt had remarried in the meantime, and yes, Carole looked after him well, but Kurt hadn’t wanted to risk moving so far away he wouldn’t be able to make it to the hospital in time if Burt had another episode.

Luckily, Burt’s health improved, and soon, Kurt was happy to be nearby for another reason: Burt ran for office and ended up becoming a senator for Ohio, a feat he’d only managed because his son had run a very successful social media campaign for him.

Through Burt, Kurt scored a government job for himself and his high school friend Artie. Inspecting hotels was not what he’d ever imagined himself doing, but unlike fashion design or acting, it was a steady job with good benefits, which was rare and valuable in this Rust Belt town.

It wasn’t easy work, though. So many hotel managers shrugged off Kurt’s safety concerns and did anything to cut costs, frustrating Kurt no end. There were those, too, that became aggressive when Kurt took away their hotel license, threatening him and sometimes even assaulting him.

Thank heavens Kurt was fit, young and well-versed in self-defence. That had always saved him so far. He couldn’t imagine doing this job until he was in his sixties, though.

When they arrived in Lima, the first thing Kurt noticed when he drove onto the hotel’s parking lot was a van that had mice and cockroaches and other unsavoury beasts depicted on it, and the promise to get rid of that vermin for you, with a phone number under it in big red numbers.

Was it possible that Smythe had turned over a new leaf?

Ugh. Too little, too late, anyway. This hotel would not stay in business one day longer, if Kurt had anything to say about it. And fortunately, he did.

Kurt helped Artie out of the back of the van, and together, they headed towards the hotel.

“Still no ramp,” Artie remarked.

He’d spoken too soon, though. A guy from the hotel staff spotted them, called for two others, and they quickly brought a few sturdy planks Artie could use to get inside.

“Thanks,” Artie said, “though you guys need a permanent ramp here.”

“Working on it, sir,” said the staff member who’d first spotted him, shooting the both of them a brilliant smile. “This is just a temporary measure. The ramp has been ordered and should arrive tomorrow. Do you have a reservation?”

Hmm, never heard anything like that before when I came here… Smythe finally got serious about this, did he? Well, he’s too late, and I’ll tell him so. Too bad for his new employee, though. Polite, welcoming and with a can-do attitude – yes, it’s a pity, all right. I’ll see if I can find another job for him in a hotel nearby. Put in a good word for him.

He couldn’t help but notice that the employee was classically handsome and totally his type. Plus, he’d caught a glimpse of the guy’s ass while he was arranging the temporary ramp for Artie. Delectable! So if the guy was thankful for Kurt’s help finding him a new job, one thing could come from another…

Kurt smothered that line of thought before it caused problems in his pants, and firmly reminded himself to stay professional at all times.

Out loud, Kurt announced that he wasn’t a guest. “I’m Inspector Hummel, and this is Inspector Abrams. My colleague and I are hotel inspectors, and we are here to see Mr. Smythe.”

The staff member’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. Clearly, he had not been informed of their scheduled inspection.

He rallied fast, though, plastering a smile on his face again. “My name is Blaine Anderson, pleased to meet you. You were looking for Mr. Smythe? I’m afraid he no longer owns this hotel. It belongs to my brother now.”

“Yes, we’re here for the final inspection that will decide whether or not this hotel keeps its licence…” Kurt started to say, and then it sank in. “What did you say? The hotel has changed owners? When exactly? And why weren’t we informed of this?”

Anderson managed to keep his smile on. “The sale has only just happened, that’s probably why. My brother bought this property last week, and sent me here to oversee the renovations.”

“Our department should have been informed straight away!” Kurt snapped at him. “By filling in a form on our website, it’s easy as pie. Ugh, why am I even bothering to explain… I’ll fill in the form myself. Identification please. And I’m going to need the ownership documents too.”

Anderson rushed off to get the documents, while Kurt took his laptop out of his briefcase, logged in on the website and found the right form to fill in.

“Artie?” said a female voice behind Kurt.

Both Kurt and Artie turned around.

“Tina!”

Artie sounded glad to see the woman. There was something familiar about her. Where did Kurt know her from?

“Good to see you! It’s been ages – I haven’t seen you since high school!” Artie said to Tina. “How have you been?”

Oh, right. Now Kurt remembered. Tina hadn’t been in the AV club with Artie and Kurt, but she’d dated Artie for almost a whole school year. Then she’d hooked up with someone else during a summer camp, and Artie had been history. He’d been quite broken up about it.

“What are you doing here?” was Artie’s follow-up question, and when Tina told him she was here to help with the renovations, Kurt knew straight away what Artie would say.

And yes, Artie proved just as predictable as Kurt had feared.

“Well, seeing as you’ve only just started renovating, it doesn’t seem fair to inspect the hotel right this minute. Let’s give you some more time to fix all the issues of the place. Maybe…”

“Artie!” Kurt interrupted his colleague. “A word, please.”

He gestured for Artie to come and confer with him.

Artie rolled his eyes, but steered his wheelchair in Kurt’s direction.

“What?”

He sounded belligerent. It looked like it wouldn’t be easy to swerve Artie from his position.

Internally, Kurt groaned, cursing Artie’s love for pretty girls and the stupid decisions he made because of it.

“Artie, you know this hotel should have been closed down months ago! There are so many things wrong here. We can’t in good conscience let this establishment continue to have paying guests when that puts them in danger. And it does, you know it. There’s vermin, the electricity is faulty, it’s actually dangerous for people’s health and safety to spend the night here. We simply can’t let that continue. We CAN’T.”

“The vermin is being seen to at the moment,” Anderson told them, panting a bit from running so hard, and handing Kurt his driver’s licence for identification as well as the ownership documents. “We called in a pest control firm, and they’re dealing with the problem right this minute. The electrician has made his rounds earlier this week, and will start fixing things next Monday. We’ve had a plumber come and look at the place too, but his schedule was too full to start on the repairs right away. Those are scheduled for next month.”

While Anderson explained what his team had been doing so far, Kurt quickly filled in the online form to notify his department of the change of ownership and submitted it.

“Well, there you go! It’s not fair to punish the new owners for everything Smythe did wrong,” Artie argued. “They mean to set things right. They’ve already gotten started, this guy says so – sorry, didn’t catch your name…”

Anderson smiled at Artie, and introduced himself again as Blaine Anderson, brother of Cooper Anderson, the new owner. He shook Artie’s hand, and offered his hand for Kurt to shake it as well, but Kurt just glared at him, displeased with how easily Artie let himself be swayed.

Anderson’s smile faltered, and all at once, he looked less cocksure and very, very young.

“Remember everything Smythe promised us?” Kurt reminded Artie. “Nothing ever came of it.”

He turned to Anderson. “Excuse me for being sceptical, but you seem like another Richie Rich with a silver tongue whose only experience with renovating is playing Homescapes on his cell phone. Why would I believe a word you say? I’m not falling for that again. Trust fund babies like you need to learn that hotels are not playthings. That the guests staying here matter, and deserve a decent place to stay. That there are rules and regulations, and that hotel managers have to toe the line or they’ll lose their licence.”

Anderson’s brow knit, but before he could say a word, Tina came to his aid.

“Blaine is NOTHING like that smarmy Smythe,” Tina yelled at Kurt. “When he says he will do something, he will.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” Kurt said, his voice barely louder than a whisper, but cold as ice.

He turned back to Artie. “We’ve been here twice, to inspect this hotel, and it’s the worst case we’ve ever had on our hands. Safety and health violations in all categories. If it had been up to just me, this place would have been closed down months ago. But Mr. Smythe got extra time to fix things, twice, and today was to be the final inspection. We were clear on that. We’ve always been clear on that. If things were not A-OK today, the hotel licence would be revoked.”

Artie sighed. “I know that, but you could at least give the new owner the benefit of the doubt. And more time to fix things. They’ve only just arrived.”

“I could show you what issues we’ve fixed already?” Anderson offered readily, the smile back on his face. “And I can tell you what’s on the planning for the weeks to come. Obviously, there might be things mentioned in your inspection report that I haven’t thought of so far, but I’m willing to do everything that’s needed to make this a safe and healthy quality establishment, I assure you. We have the same goal.”

Anderson ran to the reception desk and came back with a clipboard, which he shoved under Kurt’s nose.

Kurt saw a checklist not unlike the ones he drew up himself while inspecting hotels. Next to every item was the name of the firm or specialist who would be dealing with the issue, as well as the projected timeframe in which that would happen.

The issues that had been dealt with already had checkmarks next to them, and there were quite a few.

He nodded. “All right, show me.”

Half an hour later, trailing after Anderson, who was taking them on a tour of the hotel to show what had been done so far, Kurt acknowledged that Anderson and his team had certainly not been twiddling his thumbs in the week they’d been here.

The place looked cleaner and smelled a lot better now that the air conditioning was actually working, and the new furniture looked a lot sturdier and better quality.

“Okay,” Kurt conceded, “I can see you’ve been working hard and that matters have already improved, so we’ll compromise. Artie and I will grant you an extra couple of months, Mr. Anderson.”

Anderson nodded like a bobble-head, a thousand-watt smile back on his face, and Tina looked pleased as well, but Kurt wasn’t done speaking.

“We’ll also give you a copy of our last inspection report, with the full list of all the issues that need to be tackled, and we’ll come to check up on you at least once a week, to make sure you actually do the work you’ve promised to do. Deal?”

Anderson didn’t seem daunted at all, still nodding and smiling. Tina seemed less happy at the prospect of being inspected every week, and Artie was shaking his head.

“Every week? That’s overkill, man!” Artie protested. “Make it every month, and we have a deal.”

“Every two weeks then, and that’s final. It’s not like this place is far away, Artie. It’s Lima. We pass by this hotel every day. It’s no big deal to drop in for five minutes. I’ll do the inspection, and you can shoot the breeze with your friend Tina here.”

“All right, then. Deal.”

Kurt turned to Anderson. “I’m going to need your e-mail address, so that I can send you the inspection report and the list of issues that need to be addressed.”

“Certainly, sir, let me jot that down for you. And as soon as you’ve sent me the list, I’ll tackle all the issues I haven’t thought of so far, planning all the work, ordering materials and contacting professionals and so on, and I’ll send you the definitive schedule as soon as I’ve been able to draw it up. That should make the follow-up easier.”

Kurt had to hand it to the guy – he was polite to a fault and perfectly cooperative. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t remain a disaster zone now that it had been taken over by someone who seemed competent.

Here’s hoping…

Ten minutes later, Artie and Kurt arrived at Artie’s place, and Kurt helped him out of the van.

“Well, that was a nice surprise, for sure,” said Artie.

Kurt hummed non-committally.

“Maybe they’ll actually turn this hotel into a nice place.”

Artie sounded hopeful, and Kurt hated to be a downer, but it had to be said. “Let’s just wait and see if Anderson does what he says, or if it’s just empty talk again, like it was with Smythe.”

“Tina wouldn’t be friends with a rat like that!”

“We’ll see. All right, see you tomorrow, bud.”

While Kurt drove on home, he found himself hoping that Artie was right. He thought of Anderson’s warm smile and expressive eyes, and wished that he had shaken his hand instead of refusing to in a fit of pique. Not the best first impression. Yes, he had a job to do, but he could remain civil all the same.

He wondered how long it would take before he got that promised schedule. No matter how long it took, he’d stop by the hotel two weeks from now to check up on things.

A smile crept onto his face at the prospect of seeing Anderson again.

Who’d have ever thought he’d look forward to another inspection of the hotel from hell?

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jogando: stardew valley; coteries of new york; assassin's creed i.

assistindo: chicago fire (temporada dois); one piece (marineford); renascer (episódio sete); mania de você (episódio três).

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sobre o mundo das trevas (vampiro a máscara): movimento anarch, sabá, coteries, jyhad, golconda, arquétipos disponíveis nos livros;

sobre o universo de ordem paranormal;

sobre o universo do rick riordan;

sobre livros-jogos e como criar dinâmicas parecidas nas comunidades do tumblr;

sobre paganismo e como fazer personagens bruxos modernos (em slice);

sobre o espiritismo segundo kardec e como explorar isso em um personagem ou jogo;

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