#Sophia Quince

[squishidoodles]

My (late again) 2022 Year in Reveiw!!

We got covid in January, and it took me till a while into February to recover, since I already had bronchitis before I got covid, so I didn't really draw a lot in those two months. My phone screen cracked, so @roger-dear told me to make my lockscreen a pic of Kinsai punching where the crack was, so that's what that is on February. I didnt do much in March either.

By the end of March, I had an idea that led to a whole ton of new concepts, and spend the next three months mostly exploring those, and then in July, it was ArtFight time 👊😎🤜

In August both and September I didn't do a ton of drawing, but did some more designs for overthewaves characters and stuff in August, and then I started an animatic to 'Darken' by ZUTOMAYO in September... and never finished it, obviously xD

I did some Inktober drawings in October, with little snippets of writing with most of them, and that's pretty much it, since I started working on a sewing project as well then.

I mostly just worked on that sewing project through November and December (I got covid again in Dec, which kept me from doing much for almost two weeks :( ), so I mostly just doodled some James in November, and doodled the characters I was sewing to help me figure them out in December.

And so here we are, 2023. Yup.

[lackoftrumpets]

Decided to go all out with another massive attack this year. I went around the artfight website and other online places I frequent to gather characters I thought looked neat. I hope the attack looks alright because my monitor has been compressing it when ever I try to look at it outside aseprite. Scale and size might be a bit awkward in the attack because I draw most sprites in 36x36, so I'm sorry if some details look a bit strange. It was an interesting and fun challenge to draw some characters that had so many small pieces that added a lot to their design. Below is a list of where the characters are all located on the mass attack. If I accidently missed you or made a credit mistake, feel free to reach out so I can fix it! I hope you all enjoy the attack as much as I had making it! Link to the attack! Ship Beam: Kailani (@something-paranormal), Nous (TheQueenOfSpades), K.E.R.F (Kerfus)

Beach (Right Side): See Lion (axowotls), Perri (xazzy), Kal of the Sile Forent (KRoland2000), Hewei-Mota (@cobaliuu), Jowan (SpaceMermaid001),

Beach (Left Side): Icho (@metsaahenki), Typhon (@xenoscribbles), Starseeker (Itsa_ArtfightAccount), Lime (Paraclipse), Iris and Benjamyn (@plaguedogs123), Llanite (@spiralflute), Beach House: Tony (@130bpmnot2slow), Toshi (ceoofsilliness), Aza (MauDarling), Kai (@uyukat), Mr Midnight (Trashpandaowo), Cate (@snipdoodle), Dock: Pancho (Astro_Eastie), Savour and Sammy (@kittyknight), Seltur (Kosys) Beach Sky: Bane (AsimiLykos), Scareye (@ivi-ivisek), Hue (@maple-and-pie), Quill (Esmont), Sparkle Puff (Winelys11) Ocean (Left Side): Dave (@katicin), Reid (@spetatler), Pod (abhorror), Shard (@trikstergodessstudio), Samantha (cleoziep), Lorelei (@that-space-ace), Jellyfish Princess Oe (O3Oyh), Spotty (MonSonia_Gator),

Ocean (Right Side): Abyss (@themermaidslagoon), Lunar Tides (yewrunner), River (@jokester71), Seavarin (Merlebirb), R'lyeh (TheKraut), Vanilquana (_0liM4ma_), Seafood (ToxicElysium), Do-Ve (@ebony-the-dork), Poogie (DragonThatDraws), Beam Room: Tania (niachic), Landon (kadothorne), Beau (goosejohn), Nova (SZ11) Window Room 1: Nas (Karlach), Nova (@tem-tem-timmy), Mono (@apolloprophecy), Bastion (RatBoulevard), ORBIT-3 (folykl) Ship Engine: Kai (Argo_Chicken), Kara (Karacreations), Goldshine (@iridiss) Greenhouse: Larimar (Januzs_), Tetra (@neonwabbit), Quinn (GhostCats) Cafeteria: Benjamin (@saveraedae), Billy B. (GUARDTEN), Echo (Khryso), Cat (SilverTheCat), Red Mungus/Cooper (@sillypotatochipz), Goople (Sashi The Okapoi), Jupiter (@sillybr3ad), Maroon (Freighter), Tia [Mogus] (ManaketeSilver), Frostbite (YoshiKid141) Vents: Radi (Mooncaller), Suri (@to-much-a-thing), Monotone (@sillypotatochipz), Ricochet (eggtoasty), Reni (adenator) Main Deck: Howell "Wiz" Larson and Sophia "Fi" Gilmartin (@kayspaceprinceart), Fletcher (@deepspaceart), Quince (@beakerhoneydew), T'Sel (@cattrek) Window Room 2: Nova (eggtoasty), Luna (EllaPlay), Anya (@jinxedjay) Computer Room: Pudim (Clearth), Somni (@takonyatchi) Andromeda (Elizadesu), Osmium (@astronomalyy), [] (Spoopybug), Hannie (Hanniebaby) Window Room 3: Anpu (Lxylia), Echo (@darkecho17), Diz (DizSlime),

On Top Of The Ship: Pleiades (Xephina The Eleven), Cosminior (@npc-arts), The Lich (@meemrasmus-stash)

[beatrixcandy]

febuwhump prompts topics

Mostly here for my own reference, but if you want to know what I'm gonna be doing here it is. If you have any ideas for the ones I haven't done yet or one of the alt prompts, feel free to send an ask or chat about it, whether you know me or not. I can't guarantee I'll write it, but I'll take it into account for sure.

28/28 conceptualized, 2/28 completed

DAY 1: touchstarved - Teen Titans Animated, Terra-centric, one-sided Terra/All-the-Titans, post-canon

DAY 2: flinching - Revolutionary Girl Utena, Anthy-centric, Utena/Anthy, post-canon

DAY 3: muzzled ALT PROMPT 5: time loop - Gravity Falls, Mabel-centric, Mabel & All-the-Pines-family, canon divergence

DAY 4: knife to the throat - Revolutionary Girl Utena, OC-centric, one-sided OC/Anthy, pre-canon

DAY 5: “that’s gonna scar” - Revolutionary Girl Utena, Anthy-centric, unhealthy Akio/Anthy, pre-canon

DAY 6: secrets revealed - Hamefura, Sophia-centric, Sophia & Nicol, canon divergence

DAY 7: made to watch - Original, OC-centric, OC / OC, modern

DAY 8: panic - Elsinore, Ophelia-centric, Ophelia/Guildenstern/Rosencrantz, post-Sacrifice Responsibility for Indulgence Ending

DAY 9: voice loss - Original, OC-centric, OC / OC, modern

DAY 10: difficulty breathing - Ace Attorney, Miles-centric, Phoenix/Miles, technically-could-be-canon

DAY 11: fever - Ace Attorney, Phoenix-centric, Phoenix/Miles, canon divergence

DAY 12: “can you hear me?” - Hamefura, Katarina-centric, Katarina/Everyone, canon divergence

DAY 13: forced to hurt a loved one - Teen Titans Animated, Terra-centric, Terra/Beast Boy, post-canon

DAY 14: captivity - Elsinore, Quince-centric, Ophelia & Quince, post-Sacrifice Choice for Revenge Ending

DAY 15: self-sacrifice - Elsinore, Ophelia-centric, Ophelia & Quince, post-Sacrifice Choice for Revenge Ending

DAY 16: semi-conscious - Original, OC-centric, OC / OC, modern

DAY 17: silent tears - Revolutionary Girl Utena, Juri-centric, one-sided(?) Juri/Shiori, Pirates AU

DAY 18: can’t stay awake - Revolutionary Girl Utena, Touga-centric, Touga/Saionji, Pirates AU

DAY 19: “you deserve this” - Revolutionary Girl Utena, Saionji-centric, Touga/Saionji, Pirates AU

DAY 20: knife wound - Revolutionary Girl Utena, OC-Centric, OC & OC, pre-canon

DAY 21: shackled - Revolutionary Girl Utena, Utena-centric, Utena/Anthy, Pirates AU

DAY 22: can’t scream - Revolutionary Girl Utena, Shiori-centric, one-sided (or zero-sided?) Shiori/Ruka, Pirates AU

DAY 23: “you’ll have to go through me” - Teen Titans Animated, Terra-centric, Terra & Amber & Dionne

DAY 24: bloody clothes - Original, OC-centric, OC / OC, fantasy

DAY 25: assumed dead - Ace Attorney, Phoenix-centric, Phoenix/Miles, Canon divergence

DAY 26: forced to choose - Original, OC-centric, OC / OC, modern

DAY 27: survivor’s guilt - Elsinore, Hamlet-centric, past Ophelia/Hamlet, Post-failed Exeunt All

DAY 28: “you’re safe now” - Revolutionary Girl Utena, Anthy-centric, Utena/Anthy, post-canon

[tinyshe]

Garden Report 22.03.12

Doing some late fruit tree pruning of quince and pears. Rains came before we could finish more pruning.

Made beds, transplanted and mulched white currents. Doing and experiment with old maitake and portabella spores. Didn’t have peat moss but had steer manure that had high content of wood grindings. Made mat of wheat straw, layered / nestled in spores then light layer of composted manure.

Another experiment in recycling for the permaculture landscaping: sweet meadow grass for chickens (for them to eat and avairy floor mop when its too damp); pull out into patio holding area, turning daily; drier bedding gets pulled to the area where the old dog urinates -- instead of constant hosing with water which adds to the big damp slop spot, use the spent chicken hay for mop/sponge. When that is dampened, it is then moved to mulch and finish composting around bigger/ more established plantings (trees, currents, blackberries, etc etc). Its like quadrupling the use: chicken feed >avairy floor mop> dog mop > mulch/ compost.

The seabuckthorn are starting to bloom. They remind me of stunted witch hazel (which I always wanted but not the room). The red fleshed apple is budding up. The Asian pear is blooming. The plums are blooming. The raspberries are starting to show a little leaf. The alpine strawberries are starting to bloom as are the blueberries.

Items I am shuffling around getting ready to plant trays or direct sow:

pink chines celery, french sorrel, arugula, mache, broccoli, mix of beetroots, Swiss chard, collard greens, red radish, red Russian/ragged jack kale, Italian/flat leaf parsley, coriander (it always bolts in the spring so this is for seed harvest), dill, purple leaf  mustard, Japanese mizuna (Japanese heirloom brassica), purple flowering snap peas, cascadia variety peas, white horehound (medicinal herb) , roman chamomile, dwarf nasturtiums, cosmos, Peshawar white poppies, sophia marigolds, basil.

Let’s hope the little thug birds stay way and any other vermin. I’ll so a half plant out (sacrificial planting)  to see how it goes at transplant time.

[gavin-grey]

Double Trouble

Who: @jeremyjjb, @imanidarbandi, @sophiacarlson, & @gavin-grey What: After finding out the Gavin had never been on a date before, Jeremy suggests they go on a double date for some experience. However, things get a little messy when the couples arrive and discover Gavin had asked Imani, and Jeremy had asked Sophia.

GAVIN Even though Jeremy had proposed the group date as a way to ease Gavin into the dating world, he was still nervous as all get out as he walked into the bowling alley next to Imani. Jeremy told him to pick someone he fancied. Well, there were two girls on his mind a lot recently. His aunt had told him to listen to his heart. Gavin had flipped a coin. It made Gavin feel very guilty, but he knew he would have a baller time with Imani and Jeremy and whoever he brought along. Gavin stopped in front of the shoe rental desk, where they had all agreed to meet and smiled over at Imani.

IMANI To say she was excited would be an understatement.  It was something simple she knew, and could very well mean nothing but it didn't stop her from putting just a bit more though into her outfit, and her make up. Regardless of where the night took them she knew it would be fun because she'd at least be with him. "Thanks for inviting me by the way." she said as she returned his smile before giving him a small nudge. "Paper rock scissors to see who has to where the uglies shoes they have in this joint?" She really did waste know time in becoming playful.

SOPHIA Sophia was excited. She had been told by Jeremy that a group was going bowling and she was always down to meet new people and to spend time with Jeremy too. He had told her to meet at the shoe counter and so she made her way there stopping a little bit before she got to the counter when she saw Gavin adn Imaini talking and interacting, Not quite sure what to make of the situation right now or anything she hung back slightly wondering how many toliet breaks she could legally get away with here. Eventually turning her gaze away from the two at the counter she turned to Jeremy. "So ready to loose at bowling?"

JEREMY Jer carried a smile all the way through the building, excited to be here in a group setting, doing something he hadn't done in... Well, a few years probably. He spots Gavin and his 'date', Imani to his happy surprise, and his smile turns into a grin. Jer's gaze falls on Sophia and his brows furrow."Me? Lose? Never," he shakes his head with a laugh. He carries on toward the shoe counter, raising a hand to wave at Gavin and Imani. "Hey, hey, hey," he chimes and turns to Sophia with a wink, more than ready to bowl.

GAVIN Gavin chuckled, holding his hand out to play rock paper scissors with Imani, and was in the middle of throwing down some scissors when Jeremy and Sophia walked up. "Sophia!" Gavin greeted his voice cracking slightly. Gavin dropped his hands and looked between Sophia, Imani, and Jeremy. And looked at all of them again. And one more time. When Jeremy said he knew some great ladies, Gavin hadn't realized he would ask Sophia. Did she think this was a double date? Gavin looked at Imani. Did she think it was a date? Wait, he needed to acknowledge Jeremy was here too. "Jeremy! Hi. Hello. Howdy. What a party we've got here, huh? Who's ready to bowl the ole' bowling ball?" He mumbled nervously.

IMANI The way in which Gavin nearly shouted the other's name momentarily startled her. Though, she chucked it up to him being startled by their approach and let out a small laugh. It was clear that Gavin was nervous about something. Could it be Sophia being there? It was the only thing that made sense. She didn't want to think on it too long, this night was suppose to be fun. "What's this man, can't beat me on the dance floor so you think you'd try your hand at bowling? You might be right about that one." She laughed as held at her first to dap Jeremy up as a form of greeting before turning to Sophia. "Howdy girlie." She couldn't resist. "It's good to see you again. Quincy's right, this is quite the party."

SOPHIA When her name was called, Sophia gave a wave and a soft smile. "Gavin  Hey." She said looking at him. She had no idea if this was meant to be a double date. And if this was meant to be a double date then that meant Gavin had somehow made up his mind, doubting he'd been forced into this, and his mind hadn't included her which didn't sit quite right with Sophia. However Imani started talking and Sophis turned to smile at her. They were here for bowling and she could act her way up through this if she had to. "Hey. Good to see you too. Yep should be a fun night all round." She nodded.

JEREMY "Been ready, man, he exclaims excitedly. He leans against the shoe counter, grinning wide and is feeling his energy rise in anticipation. Then he lets out a good chuckle at Imani, "I can do both. You'll see soon enough.", He's quick to make the suggestion to get their shoes and begin once greetings are exchanged, pointing to the racks of shoes. "Shall we?" He asks with raised brows. "I'm about to blow you all outta the water," he adds, winking.

GAVIN Gavin was also surprised at the friendly way Imani and Jeremy interacted. And Imani and Sophia. Sure, it made sense that his friends all had other friends, but seeing them actually interact was shocking. Maybe a bit overwhelming? Or, it was possible, that Gavin's issue stemmed from the fact he had flipped a coin to decide whether to ask Imani or Sophia. Wow, how did he become a trash playboy without even trying? "Well, why don't you guys grab the shows. I'm a size ten. I'll go set up the game!" He didn't even wait for confirmation before he darted off to the lane they rented before Sophia and Jeremy showed up.

IMANI Her confusion morphed into concern with a quickness as he ran off. A move they both knew well, and one that solidified how nervous he was. Caught between wanting to be friendly, and wanting to check on him --- checking on him won out in the end. "I'll be right back." She promised with a small smile and a glance before trailing after him. "Q... Quince... Quincy..." She approached him in a light tone not wanting to startle him as she placed a hand on his arm in attempt to get him to look at her. "What's going on? Are you okay?" Eyes flashed back to Jeremy and Sophia before looking at him once again. "Is it Jeremy? Did something happen? I thought you and Sophia were cool...--- am i missing something?"

SOPHIA Sophia watched as Gavin sprinted off. Having seen him do that before, her first instinct was to make sure he was OK. However with Imani here with him and her literally walking after him all she could do was just stand there watching them for a beat before looking back at Jeremy. "So we should probably grab the shoes right? Gavin saiid he's a size 10 and well I'm not sure about Imani but we could maybe guess?...." her voice trailed off.

JEREMY Jeremy hadn't thought too much into Gavin's rushed exit until Imani followed. His eyes lingered on those two until he heard Sophia speaking to him, smile long gone as he began to worry. He knew Gavin would be nervous, the very conversation about anxiety on dates is what brought them here in the first place. He hoped it was just the jitters from the reality of actually following through, but snaps himself out of his thoughts quickly to respond to Sophia, smiling at her softly. "For sure," he nods. "We could get two pairs in your size and hope for the best?" He can't help his eyes falling on them again, he hoped this date didn't turn into a nightmare for the guy. He'd do whatever it took to prevent it but he had to admit there were a lot of things beyond his control. Although, he was in good hands with Imani. He knew that to be the truth.

GAVIN At his name, Gavin looked over his shoulder. He had just gotten to their lane and was actually working to set up the game as he said he would. At her questions, he turned his focus back on the letters and shrugged. "Jeremy is great. The outing is his idea. I would have agreed to it if I didn't like him. And Sophia and I are cool." He said. And they were before this evening. Maybe he was overthinking things. This was just a group outing. They all seemed to get along. He was just making up issues that weren't even there. "I was just excited to get started, is all," he lied to Imani. "I suck at bowling and I wanted to make sure I was last on the line-up so I can observe everyone else." He shrugged and turned to see if Sophia and Jeremy were done grabbing shoes.

IMANI It didn’t feel like the right time to press, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. Though, maybe this wasn’t the best time to bring it up. The fact that he wouldn’t look at her only aided in fueling that thought process. “Okay...” she trailed unsure of whether or not she should try to approach him again but decided to let her hands hang at her sides instead. “Yknow whenever you don’t want to talk about something it’s okay to tell me that, you don’t have to lie. Whatever is bugging you if you don’t want to tell me that’s fine, just...— well I’m here for you is all.” She finished with a small smile one that was more for her own benefit than his. Trying to remind herself that this was suppose to be fun. “C’mon slow pokes! Showing your walking speed isn’t going to stop your inevitable defeat!” She called out to them in a joking manner, stealing one last glance at Gavin before turning away.

SOPHIA she chanced another look back at the two, wanting to make sure that Gavin was alright and that he hadn't done a runner from Imani. In fact she had a feeling that if he was to do a runner from anyone it might be her again for some weird reason. Turning back before the other two could notice, she looked at Jeremy,  and was determined that he at the very least have a good night. "Sounds like a plan. We should totally get the brightest most creative ones for Imani or do you think she'd like the ugliest ones instead?" . Eventually the person behind the counter came back with the shoes and Sophia thanked them. Feeling eyes on them. Sophia looked over to see that Gavin was staring back at them turning back to the shoes making a quick decision.  "You take imani's shoes, I'll take Gavins." Before Jeremy could disagree she had picked up the size 10 shoes and walked over to the other two. "We're just letting you guys have some time before you loose." She joked back before stopping in front of Gavin holding out the shoes for him to take. "My name better be Soph on the board." She told him quietly pretty sure that the others couldn't hear but hoping what she said calmed Gavin down slightly.

JEREMY Sophia looking over to make sure Gavin was okay reinforced his own thoughts. It seemed his concern was well placed. Alas, they were here for a good time, not a stressful one. He turns to Sophia with a grin, "she'd love the most colorful ones definitely. Have you seen her kicks?" He shakes his head, mostly a rhetorical question though. His brows furrow when Sophia offers, or tells him rather that she's to take Gavin's shoes but he wasn't going to protest either way. He grabs Imani's along with his own and walks to catch up with Soph, keeping his eyes on Imani as she calls out to them. "What she said," he agrees with Sophia, grinning. He reaches out an arm to extend the shoes to Imani, brows raising but he tries to keep a light tone. "Is he okay?" He asks quietly, looking over at Soph and Gavin. He wondered for a moment just how well they knew each other but decides it's not his business. A good time, not a stressful one, he reminds himself.

GAVIN With a small sigh, Gavin finally looked up at Imani, a small smile on his face. "I know you are. I'm good, buddy. Promise!" And he could play it cool, he told himself. He just had to get through a few rounds of bowling and then he could go home and vent to his Aunt. "You both talk a big game, but you're not wrong. I suck at bowling. Still not sure why I suggested it," he said with a small chuckle. Maybe because Jeremy had suggested going to a club, which was an even worse idea. He ducked his head conspiratorially when Sophia brought over his shoes. "Oh, I put Sophia, but I can definitely change it?" He offered kindly, looking between her and the scoreboard, his hands resting on the ugly bowling shoes.

IMANI If there was any question on whether or not it was a date, his use of the word buddy quickly helped squash. She tried not to let the though disappoint her too much. But she didn't push Gavin any further. Instead turning to Jeremy as he approached with some shoes for her; her eyes momentarily following his before she glances back at him. "Yeah. Yeah. I think so...-- hope so." It was all she could offer him as he hadn't really given her a lot previously. "These shoes are something serious though aren't they?" She said with a laugh as she looked at the splash of color spread across all of them before sitting down and beginning to untie the sneakers she had on. "So how are we doing this?" She spoke a little louder, as it was something meant to be heard by everyone. "What's the order?"

SOPHIA She hadn't meant to dictate who took which pair if shoes. However she had seen an opportunity to talk to Gavin for 2 seconds and took it. "Sophia is fine, Grey." She told him before snapping her head up to look at Imani. "We didn't know your size so we got my size. I hope that's OK?" She said before trying to peer at the screen, but not wanting to get in Gavin's personal space  "I have no idea, just happy to go wherever." She said as she sat down to put on her shoes.

JEREMY Jer nods and offers a smile to Imani but says nothing more, happy to turn his attention to the colorful shoes. "We thought you'd like those best," he tells her, grinning. He'd almost forgotten they didn't originally know her size so he's glad Soph brought it up. At her question, he turns toward Gavin, wondering the same thing. Although, he wouldn't care whatever order they went in so long as everyone would enjoy themselves.

GAVIN Let out a relieved chuckle at the use of his last name. He finally took the bowling shoes from her hands and took a step to the side so everyone could look at the screen instead of him. So many eyes on him just made him nervous. "Um, well... Ladies first, so first up, I put Imani. Then Soph. Followed by Jeremy. And I'm bringing up the rear." He smiled at everyone before going to sit on the other side of their lane so he could put on his shoes.

IMANI "You completely thought right, thanks to the both of you." She finished lacing them up with a laugh; sure to shoot both Jeremy and Sophia a quick smile as she stood up. "I swear he's out to embarrass me." Imani teased, making her way over to grab a bowling ball that was a bit heavier than she intended. It nearly ended up on the floor if it hadn't been for her other coming to cup the bottom. "We don't have to talk about that." She spoke cooly as she made her way over to the lane. There was no run up start but rather her cupping the ball with both hands and very awkwardly and lightly rolling the ball down the lane. The sound of it clanking with the ground at first making her jump, but she was sincerely surprised when she managed to hit at least one pin.

SOPHIA Sophia gave a grin at Gavin's chuckle figuring if they were going to make it through the awkwardness of tonight, Gavin's nervousness was not going to help. Although she did wonder why he was so nervous if he was here with Imain in the first place. She shook her head at that thought and shot Imani a smile back before trying her best not laugh as she picked up the heavy bowling ball, a smile was on her face though. "talk about what?" she asked like she hadn't noticed it. she watched as the other bowled before clapping as she hit down one pin. Not quite sure if it constituted a cheer or not.

JEREMY Jer nods his head with a small smile at Imani before he turns his attention to the group again. "First rounds a warm up anyway," he responds. Glad they could finally begin. He places his fingers over his lips to hide a chuckle, though. "I didn't see anything," he tells her with a shrug. Another chuckle actually does manage to escape at Sophia's encouragement and he joins in for a moment, forgetting about any tension or awkwardness from before.

GAVIN As the pin fell, Gavin clapped, smiling over at Sophia as she clapped as well. He gave Imani two thumbs up for trying anyways. "So glad I invited someone just as bad as me at bowling," he teased playfully.

IMANI She turned to bow at the praise, laughing as she came up. "Thank you, thank you. My below average skills and I thank you all." She added a mock pageant wave as she walked back over to her seat. "I told you, Q. We're linked. So I'm definitely blaming you for my being bad at bowling." She teased right back before clasping her hands together. "Alright, Sophia go forth and embarrass the hell out of me." She laughed anticipating anyone to be better than her after that.

SOPHIA Feeling eyes on her, Sophia turned and smiled at Gavin as they were clapping before turning back and laughing as Imani came back doing her mock pageant wave. Her laughter dying down as she noticed the nickname given to Gavin and how Imani said they were linked. A pit forming in her stomach that maybe she wasn't the only one here with feelings. However she was broken out of the thought when Imani called her name. "I don't know about embarrassing you but I'm hoping to at least knock down two." She grinned as she picked up the ball, checking the weight of it, having learnt from Imani's first go and headed towards the lane, throwing the ball down it in a slightly better form the Imani, surprising the girl when she knocked down three. "Does that count as embarrassing her?" She joked.

JEREMY He watches the interactions unfold in front of him, grinning wildly. He's glad to see that Gavin at least appears more at ease now and feels a laugh coming on when Imani waves. Jer's interest is peaked when Imani responds to Gavin, eyes lingering on them for a moment before they finally land on Soph. "You got this, I've got faith in you." He encourages her with a wink, grinning long after as he watches her now. He finds his hands clapping yet again when she's successfully hit the pins. "Shit, I think we've got some serious competition here with you," he responds.

GAVIN Gavin chuckled at Imani, shaking his head playfully. "I am not the reason you're bad at bowling, Imani. Nice try though." As Sophia knocked down three pins, Gavin clapped supportively. "Nice one, Soph! At least we're showing improvement as a group!" He chuckled, cheering on Sophia without trying to put Imani down.

IMANI "Yeah probably, but I like my narrative better." She couldn't help but tease before giving her full attention to Sophia. Trying her best to keep quiet so she wouldn't distract the other, which is a difficult feat in and of itself for imani. "Oh I'm thoroughly embarrassed girlie good job." Imani said playfully with a laugh as Sophia turned to face them. "If at least one of us don't get a strike I think we should formally apologized to the establishment for letting us in here."

SOPHIA She knew she wasn't about to win any bowling trophies and that was probably going to be her highest number for the night so she relished in all the cheers and whoops. "I told you guys, I could win this thing." she grinned at Jeremy, before turning to the others. "It can only go up from here, Grey." She said mostly cause the boys hadn't been yet and they couldn't be any worse. "Agreed. Give them a free pizza or something to make up for our bad bowling."

JEREMY Jer smiles, nodding at Soph when their eyes meet. The mention of pizza in particular is what grabs his attention right away. "Nah, it's us that deserve the pizza. Win or lose," he raises his brows to the group, chuckling softly. "Who's in?"

GAVIN "I'm all for pizza that's not contingent on whether I bowl well or not! Because I'm not going to bowl well. And I really want pizza." He chuckled, his stomach growling softly at the thought of pizza. With a cough, Gavin jumped to his feet thinking it was his turn to bowl. He even grabbed a bowling ball and was ready to go when he realized it was Jeremy's name flashing. He turned to his friend. "You were so focused on pizza, you forgot it was your turn to bowl! I could have sabotaged this whole game just now! It's official, the girls are going to beat us because we're too distracted by food," he teased walking over and handing Jer the ball. "Wait, Soph, was this your evil plan all along? Were you in on it, Imani?"

IMANI There's an easy laugh that falls from her lips at Gavin's words. "I agree. If we bowl well, which I don't think will happen unless you have something up your sleeve Jeremy, then we'd be rewarding ourselves for a game well played. But if we don't play well, then we're using pizza to make us feel better and either way I am so in." She concluded. "Firstly, the fact that you think I would be able to keep a secret plan a secret is very touching. But if there was a plan you'd both know by now, if she's got some evil plan going it's in her best interest to keep it from me." She offered with a laugh.

SOPHIA When she catches Jeremy's eyes she smiles back before agreeing "Oh I am so in. Be it as a reward or as a consolation prize. Either way it sounds like a perfect way to end the night." she agreed before turning to look a Gavin, "She's right. No offence to Imani but she would be the last person I let in on my secret plans. But that's not to say I might have a few tricks up my sleeve." She teased. She really didn't and tonight was very much based on luck more than anything else. "So Jeremy I actually believe it's your turn now."

JEREMY He was more than glad that everyone was on board with the pizza plan. Especially the win or lose part since he didn't see any winning in their future either. "A date after the date, then. I can't promise I do have anything up my sleeve though. We might just end up crying into the pizza," he chuckles. At Gavin's reminder, his eyes do widen and he laughs at himself. "Shit, you're right. Food is the best distraction," he chuckles softly before secret plans are mentioned and he turns toward Soph now. "It's 'sneaky cute coffee girl' from now on," he teases as he takes the ball from Gavin. He places himself in what he believes is the correct position and sends the ball rolling, fingers crossed for a strike. Alas, only five pins come tumbling down.

GAVIN After handing the ball over to Jeremy, he went over and stood by Imani. “Yeah, I should have known. You can’t keep a secret,” he teased her quietly so the others couldn’t hear. Hearing Jeremy call this a date, Gavin slightly cringed and tried to focus on the pizza. “Now the question is, what kind of crust? New York thin? Deep dish Chicago? Being from Chicago, I am biased.” He said pointing to himself. Hearing Jeremy call Sophia ‘cute’ caused Gavin to look between the two, wondering if there was more going on there than was spoken. He had asked her here tonight. On a date. Pushing thoughts from his mind, Gavin cleared his throat and went to grab a ball to take his turn. With a swing, he shot the ball down the lane, knocking down only five pins like Jer.

IMANI Gavin's words instantly solicit a small laugh from her as she nudges him. "What can I say? You've always had a face I want to tell all my secrets to." Her voice dipped just as low as his as she gave him a sweet smile before looking between Jeremy and Sophia. It was in her nature to be nosey but given the way Gavin reacted she wasn't entirely sure it was something she should comment on. Though she couldn't help herself from glancing between Jeremy and Sophia a few times, wondering. After realizing she was probably staring for a beat too long she cleared her throat and watching as Gavin went up to bowl. "Having gone to school in Chicago, I'm with Quincy on this one. The thin crust has nothing on the deep dish." She announced just as Gavin's pins fell.

SOPHIA Her heart plummeted to her stomach at the word date. So it had been one, and he had asked Imani, who was now whispering and smiling sweetly at Gavin. And making Sophia question how close they actually were. Were they dating and was she left with movie nights as just friends? Although she had room to talk when she had at some stage flirted with both boys (or tried to) herself. Looking over at Jeremy her first instinct was to flirt with him to make Gavin jealous but she didn't see that working. "And don't you forget that cute coffee boy." She said smiling at Jeremy before hearing that nickname again. "Deep dish Chicago is fine with me." She agreed. I'm actually going to get some water." She said standing up and headed to the little food and drink kiosk needing a second to sort out her thoughts.

JEREMY His eyes linger on Soph as a chuckle escapes him, though he couldn't help but to feel tension among the group grow. He glances at Imani and Gavin, making note of a slight discomfort. "I won't, don't you worry," he quips back cheerfully, winking to Soph. He nods once in agreement to the group then, "all pizza is good pizza to me." At Sophia's word, he glances back at Imani and Gavin before turning on a heel. "I think I'd like some water too," he tells them, already a few steps away. He took it as his responsibility now to make sure Sophia was okay. "Hey, make that two waters," he says once he catches up to her. "Everything good? It's a bit... Tense in here, hey?" He tries to be cheerful.

GAVIN Gavin stared after Sophia, and then Jeremy, as they went to get water. The suddenness of it made Gavin a little confused. He wondered if he should follow them, but he tried not to think too much into it. He overthought everything though, so he turned himself towards Imani - She helped quiet his mind when it was thinking too much. “So... I guess it’s your turn again? Or do you think we should wait for them to come back? Do you want anything to drink? Should I text them and ask them to get us water? You know what, I’ll go get us drinks when they get back. Go ahead and bowl.” He stammered before flashing a big smile at her.

IMANI There was definitely something off happening but she couldn't figure it out. And by the way everyone else seemed to be acting either they didn't want to talk about it, or were also in just as much of a state of confusion as she was. But then Gavin was smiling and it seemed that was all that mattered to her. "I'm fine Quincy, thank you though. However, look who's trying to sabotage the game now. Having me bowl while the other's are getting their drinks, tsk tsk. I'm disappointed." She teased as she looked out to the bowling alley. Though she was curious about one thing though... "You, totally don't have to answer this but...--- Gavin is this meant to be a date?"

SOPHIA when Jeremy caught up to her she had no idea weather she should lie or tell the truth. She looked over at the other two quickly before turning to him. "Were you telling the truth? Was this meant to be a date. Because I've kind of been the worst date." She admitted evading the question trying to figure out if he should know. Then decided he should know. At least so he wasn't confused for the rest of the night. "Remember how I told you I kissed a boy at the gala." She looked back over at gavin before back at Jeremy. "I'll be fine. I promise."

JEREMY Her question causes his brows to knit but only for a moment before he's shaking his head, chuckling. "Definitely not the worst date, believe me," he smiles politely but means it. "Besides, I mostly suggested it to help Gavin get comfortable in date settings. You totally don't have to think of this as a date date, if you don't want to." He was beginning to question whether that was the reason things became a little strange. Should he have bit his tongue all along? Although, at her next words his answer is suddenly clear. There was more to this than he'd thought. Way more. His lips part, making way for a long inhale as he glances at Imani and Gavin briefly. "I- uh... I'm sorry, Soph. If I'd known..." he allows the thought to trail off before he places a supporting hand on her shoulder for just a moment, allowing it to then fall at his side. "I know you say you'll be fine but for what it's worth, I don't think any harm was meant. We're just a group of friends enjoying bowling, alright?" He puts on his best cheeky grin in hopes of lightening her spirits.

GAVIN "It is your turn. So, I wouldn't exactly call that sabotage. Just moving the game along." He smirked. Gavin's heart dropped out of his ass at her question though, and the smirk turned into a small, thoughtful frown. He rocked back and forth on his feet, wondering how much he should say. Finally, he nodded. "It was Jeremy's idea. A double date, a group date, to try and help me get more comfortable in a date setting. I've been trying to get out of my comfort zone a little, so I thought it was a good idea. Especially considering two of my friends have expressed – romantic feelings." Gavin pointed at Imani, and then after a few moments pointed towards Sophia.

IMANI The surprise was evident on her face. This had just went from slightly tense to really fucking awkward. "Oh. Oh.." Is all she manages at first, not wanting to look back at Jeremy and Sophia in case they were also looking over so instead she settles for looking at the ground for a moment.  "Shit Quincy, I'm sorry. This has to be so uncomfortable for you, oh my god." While she still had questions she'd liked answered, his headspace mattered most to her. "Well --- uh... firstly, i'm proud of you. Like really proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone, but i'm totally willing to act like i dropped a bowling ball on my foot if you're looking for an escape plan. Just say the word." She tried her best at keeping the tone light, but she couldn't help but feel a little (okay a lot) awkward knowing sophia could be watching them.

SOPHIA "I mean I haven't gone to stage 5 clinger or like really weird so your probably right there could have been worse." She joked. "I'm sorry. I feel awful about this and I'm going to make it up to you. I'll wingwoman so that you can get a date with someone you really want to go out with.....not that I'm saying you didn't want to go out with me, but you know what I meant." She grinned. "You didn't know. I've only told one other person who it was, but I figured you had a right to know especially if everything goes south." She really hoped it didn't go south but she had a gut feeling Imani liked Gavin and if she found out then Jeremy at least had a right to be in the know instead of left totally in the dark. "Oh no harm meant at all just you know not the first person he thinks of even when trying to come up with a psuedo date.....it's fne though." she really just needed to rant for a second and since Jeremy was there he had become the unsuspecting victim. "Your right though it's just a group of friends bowling and then getting pizza. No big deal at all."

JEREMY He chuckles softly, "how many stages are there?" His brows raise as he grins, intrigued. "You haven't done anything wrong so there's nothing to make up for. I do like the sound of a wingwoman, though. Very superhero-esque," he nods along a moment. Though he means everything he says. "As much as I believe this won't go south, if you start to feel uncomfortable just signal to me and we can make a run for it. No shame in it," he says it with a grin but he would do it, even if he felt bad for ditching afterwards. He was a firm believer in having his friends backs, in situations like this, he liked to think it'd come in handy. "Your feelings are completely valid" he peaks a glance at Imani and Gavin before returning his gaze to Soph. "While I can't tell you why Gavin didn't think of you first, I can say I'm glad you came. I'm sure he is too, past the awkwardness of it all," he hoped that was the right thing to say. "Exactly. Besides, pizza is a happy food, we've got this," he reaches to pay for the waters, carrying them in one arm. "You ready?" He asks, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, offering his free arm for her to take if she'd like. And of course, a grin.

GAVIN He laughed mirthlessly at Imani telling him she was proud of him. Sure he was stepping out of his comfort zone, but what good did that do him when the group date turned out to be way more awkward than a one on one date would have been in the first place. “I might have to take you up on that offer...” He chuckled looking over at Jeremy and Sophia from the corner of his eye. He turned back to Imani, a mischievous look on his face. “Or we could just...” Gavin walked over to the screen and pressed a few buttons, causing the game to error out. “Welp, either we can talk to the employee or we can just go straight to pizza!” If they were stuffing their faces, there was less of a chance for him to say something stupid.

IMANI "Just say the word..." She spoke in more a sing song of a voice. "I've already set the ground work for being a weakling earlier. It would totally be believable." She laughed, though based on the look on his face he clearly had other intentions. With a confused yet amused look on her face she followed him to the screen, giving him a soft laugh and a few short claps. "An evil mastermind. Tacking that on to the things i didn't know about you --- I'm all for pizza though. Oh! We should get the stuffed crust with extra cheese keep everyone's mouth busy for a time. Maybe help smooth the awkwardness down a bit."

SOPHIA She smiled gratefully at Jeremy. "I mean I don't know how many stages there are but I've watched a lot of bachelor in paradise and that seems to be the key word for an obsessed person." she grinned. "You just name who and I'll try and be your superhero. Seriously though thank you." She didn't know if she was thanking him for being so cool while she was ranting or for putting up with her in general tonight. Chancing a look back to the other two out of the corner of her eyes she made up her mind. "No. I would feel awfu doing that so we are going back there and we are going to have fun because we all deserve that tonight right? But thank you for the offer though." She said. "Wait until the end of the night, You might be the only one that thinks that." She half joked but with the way Gavin was acting and if Imani found out  about her feelings, She could very well be the least welcomed person here tonight. She nodded her head telling herself she had this and took his arm and grinned up at him. Both arriving to hear the end bit before looking at the scoreboard. "Guys I only went to get water and hydrate myself, no need to stuff up the game for that reason." She figured joking might ease any tension until she realized it now meant pizza and them all sitting across from each other. "So I'm thinking we get a cheese Pizza and Vegetarian. What do you guys reckon?"

JEREMY "I can't say I've seen it but now you've got me curious," he tells with a smile. "Captain Sophia has a ring to it, hey?" He teases, shoving his elbow into the air playfully. "Anytime though, anytime." He nods once, giving her a friendly grin. He's glad she's willing to stick this out, hoping that she does feel better by the end of the night. In fact, he wants all four of them to have a good time, despite the history between them. He wondered for a moment if Imani knew that Sophia kissed Gavin, he hadn't really thought that far ahead yet. "Don't say that," he chuckles softly. "You're perfectly welcome. Odd situation or not," he adds with a grin. As they walk, he feels another chuckle leave him, witnessing the chaos that is their ruined game. "The game just knew they'd lose," he teases. The mention of pizza does make his stomach rumble, though. He would always perk up at the mention of food. "Anything you guys want is good by me," Jer jumps in.

GAVIN "I wouldn't call myself an evil mastermind..." He trailed off with a small chuckle before looking up to see where the others were. Gavin nodded a tight-lipped smile as Imani spoke, noticing how Sophia and Jeremy were coming back. The last thing he wanted to do was point out how awkward things were currently. "Yeah, sorry guys. I'm not sure what happened here. I can go ask someone," Gavin offered half-heartedly, "but I'm down and ready for pizza. So, cheese and veggies sounds perfect. With stuffed crust!" He smiled over at Imani. "There's that deep dish pizza place just down the street? We can walk there in like 15 minutes. Let's go!" Gavin started walking towards the door before realizing he was still wearing his bowling shoes. He dramatically turned right back around, put back on his normal shoes, and announced "I'm going to return these and then let's go get some pizza!"

IMANI "I completely knew I was going to lose, I never denied that." Imani admitted with a casual shrug before offering a small laugh. Hands clapping together to show her elation for eating pizza instead of continuing to bowl. Smiling as Gavin ran off at the mouth once more, and watching as he took off in his bowling shoes. Looking down at her wrist at a watch that was not there, she released an amused sigh."3...2..." And just as she would have said one he turned around. "We knew you'd get there Quincy." She laughed as she took her own rented shoes off and slid her Nikes back on.

SOPHIA if there was any doubt that she was the one making him nervous, watching Gavin run off, with his bowling shoes still on pretty much confirmed it for her. She knew she needed a second to calm him down if they were to survive the rest of the night but with imani there and the situation they were all in she knew she stood no chance. "He does realize we all have to give our shoes back to right?"  She asked taking off her own bowling shoes and replacing them with the ones she arrived in. "Hey grey, we need to return our shoes too." She joked.

JEREMY He chuckles in response, not minding at all that they'd be stuffing their faces instead of finishing the game. Who could say no to food, anyway? He watches, intrigued as they all watch Gavin forget the shoes. Jeremy, already busy removing the rentals to put on his own, finding them much more comfortable. "He does now," he adds with a slight chuckle as he prepares to head toward the counter.

GAVIN He pulled off the gross bowling shoes and switched them out for his real shoes. To give himself something to do, and ignore the utter embarrassment he’d just exposed himself to, he collected everyone’s shoes and announced “Ill return these and be right back!” Arms full of oily bowling shoes, he left the group to chat amongst themselves. It only took a few minutes and he was back and ready for pizza.

IMANI There's not much else she could do much laugh as he stalks back off again; bowling shoes in hand. Bright smile stuck on her face as she watched him before remembering where they were. But more specifically who they were with. "So... pizza!" She declared with a quick clearing of her throat as made her way towards the door, giving Gavin a light nudge as she passed him. "Also somebody should definitely lead the way because I have no idea where i'm going." She called over her shoulder as she walked.

SOPHIA She could already tell that this was going to be a long night but the idea of pizza did lighten the mood and really these were some of her favorite people to hang out with when there wasn't a ton of awkward in the ait. "Pizza it is." she followed Imani to the door smiling at Gavin as she passed him. "Yeah I'm not leading the way unless you want to end up in some alley somewhere." Sophia joked. Being the newest resident of the group she was still getting use to where everything was.

JEREMY He nods a thanks as Gavin takes all of their shoes, smiling softly at the the girls. "I highly doubt there's a food better than pizza," he comments, offering a grin to lighten the mood. Hopefully. He follows close behind, thinking on how to get to the nearest pizza joint from the bowling alley. It couldn't be far, he figured. "Thank God for Google, huh?" He asks as he pulls out his phone to check. "Ten or fifteen minute walk? Not too bad, huh?" He raises his brows, offering the group a chance to decline, if they so wanted.

GAVIN Since he was a pro at navigating the city on foot, he knew where they we’re headed, but was thankful Jeremy had also pulled up the instructions on his phone since he didn’t want to be the one to lead the way. “Yeah, that’s not a bad walk. Let’s do it. Imani, Sophia - You’re going to take a right out of the bowling alley and walk until you hit Carpenter Street. Then you’ll take a left, he called after them, hanging out in the back of the group where he was comfortable.

IMANI Imani was grateful to have direction, and also breathed a sigh of relief to put outside. The cool night air helping to suppress the awkward tension she had felt inside, though she was still sure to keep a small distance. Just enough to keep herself from letting her mind spiral with questions she hadn't asked.  "A right on carpenter got it!" She declared with a teasing tone. "Kidding, kidding." She was quick to assure as she took the left once the street came up.

SOPHIA she walked a little behind Imani not even quite sure what to say to the girl right now, or if she would want to speak to her and a bit ahead of the boys. The cool air finally giving her a chance to think for a few minutes. A chance to give herself a pep talk as to why she shouldn't just keep walking past the pizza joint and to the first bus stop she can find. She laughed as Imani teased about the directions. "I thought it was straight ahead and then a left at the next street." She joked along before turning left a few beats after imani.

JEREMY He follows the girls lead, eyes falling to the directions on his phone every once in a while. A chuckle leaves him as the girls contradict Gavin's instructions, he turns to the other man to shake his head at the girls before refocusing on their walk. "Thank God we have Gavin then, you two would have us lost in no time," he jabs with another chuckle.

GAVIN As Jeremy looked back at Gavin, he rolled his eyes at the other man, but was obviously far from actually annoyed. He knew the girls were just teasing, but wow did he feel like they were double-teaming him.  Still, Gavin took everything in stride and let out a small chuckle before yelling "If you get us lost, there won't be any pizza!" At that, he jogged to catch-up with everyone, and passed the girls so he could take the lead since everyone else seemed a little directionless. In no time they had arrived at Giordano's pizza. The hostess led them to a booth, and Gavin scooted all the way in against the wall. They were all about to be squished together in a 6x6 booth... Maybe this hadn't been the best idea...

IMANI She'd been so lost in her own swirl of thoughts that she hadn't noticed Gavin zooming forward until he was in front of her. There's a soft laugh that comes from her lips but she offers no comment, instead continues to follow. Once there she slides in next to him her shoulder pressing against his as she watches the other two slide in.  Her own fingers fidgeting with the menu to give herself something to do before she leaned to Gavin to whisper. "Do you think I could get my headscarf back after this?"

SOPHIA She watched Gavin Zoom past, smiling at him as did so before she realized probably her biggest issue of the night. Imani was in fornt of her meaning that not only would she have to deal with everyone in a confined booth but the fact that the other girl would be next to Gavin. However what she hadn't been prepared for was for how close the other sat to him/ Her heart gave a tight squeeze as she saw them huddled up close, Imani whispering to him and made an instinctual move, She stood at the edge of the booth, so Jeremy could slide in first, in case she had to make some excuse to up and leave during what she had dubbed dategate in her head now. "I'll just call over a waitress shall I?"

JEREMY At the sight of Gavin bolting ahead, Jer called it quits on google and put his phone into his back pocket. He follows everyone into the restaurant, nodding with a small smile at Soph when she offers for him to go first. Eyes do fall on Gavin and Imani for a brief second, taking in their 'secret chat' before he looks to Soph. He instantly feels his heart drop a little for her. "Good idea," he inserts himself, giving her a small nod.

GAVIN Gavin pulled away and gave Imani a small nod. "Yeah, sure. I think it's still at my aunt's house," he said quietly. When Sophia spoke up, he looked up and nodded with Jeremy. "Yeah, sounds good," he agreed. "Although, I think she's already likely heard my stomach growling," he joked trying to cut through some of the tension that had returned to the table. He looked between Sophia and Imani, and then finally to Jeremy. "Sorry that bowling was such a fail. If we ever do this again, we'll have to think of something else..." Gavin knew this would likely never happen again though.

IMANI "Cool." Is all she offered before falling back in her seat, dropping the menu from her hands. Doing her best to keep a cool nature about her as if she hadn't noticed his actions. Scooting away to try and keep herself from thinking too much. Taking a braid in her hand and instead busying herself with unbraiding and rebraiding the end. "Wasn't your fault, faulty wiring in the system or something probably." She offered with a shrug of her shoulders, though keeps her eyes locked on her hair. Also careful not to offer suggestions because she didn't think this was something she'd ever want to feel again.

SOPHIA "I'm pretty sure all of Vesta can hear your stomach growling." Sophia teased Gavin with a smile before signalling the waitress over and placing their order waiting to see if anyone wanted sodas. Once the order was given she turned back to the others noticing the distance between the two now. "I think we can all agree that bowling is not our thing." She hardly wanted to mention that maybe double dating wasn’t their thing either and that it would be a cold day in hell before she put herself through the roller coaster that had been tonight.

JEREMY He chuckles softly but says nothing for a moment. Eyes fall on the menu until they're ready to place their order, then he turns to look between the three others. "Agreed, we aren't bowling people," he laughs softly, shaking his head. "But hey, we can say we tried," he adds, trying to keep conversation light.

GAVIN He couldn’t help but frown lightly at Imani’s terse response. He wasn’t sure what he said or did wrong, but now it seemed that both girls were going to be upset with him this evening. He should have ran the second he saw that Jeremy invited Sophia and dealt with that fallout. No, he should have never agreed to the double date in the first place. Especially since he was very unsure about this area of his life. After ordering a Sprite with the pizza, he looked around at all his companions in their uncomfortable silence. Decided it was better to say nothing than anything at all, Gavin played with the red flakes shaker on the table, whistling softly to himself.

IMANI It was a rash, and rather brute response she'd admit. And she had already felt bad about it. Though it was like the rules between them had suddenly changed and she didn't know how to proceed. The braiding helped. It gave her something else to focus on, something else to look at. And though she knew she had a safety net to back out to sat. Taking a breath and peering over at Jeremy though she continued to focus on her hair. "Hey how are those shoes holding up by the way? Has the spray paint starting chipping yet? Because I told you you needed another coat, and you refused to listen." She put on her best bright tone before leaning forward to take a sip of her water.

SOPHIA She frowned slightly, she had been 90% sure that the two were together or at the very least liked each other, enough for Gavin to break out of his shell and ask her on a date. But yet now it seemed liked there was some weird tension between the entire group. She watched Jeremy and Imani talk for a second before checking that Gavin was OK. She offered him a small smile and checked with him. "You ok?"

JEREMY It was an awkward silence to say the least, he sat there with his words resting on his tongue. About to break the silence when Imani catches his attention, he releases a soft sigh before he cracks a smile. "Well, I still love 'em," he begins. "And as much as I hate to admit, you were maybe, a little bit, right. A second coat would have helped," he chuckles softly with the shake of his head. "Note to self, trust the artist."

GAVIN Gavin glanced up for a moment when he felt Sophia's attention on him. He gave a slight nod as he ran a hand down his face. "Yeah, this evening has just been... exhausting," He admitted honestly. Plus he was starting to feel bad for the tension created between the group since he felt like it was his fault. In a way. Since they were both his friends and he hadn't made a decision yet. Then again, he hadn't realized he would have to make any kind of decision until this moment. Which is why he had flipped a coin... There wasn't anything to really decide yet. "Just kinda lost my appetite," he said quietly. Then his stomach growled just to show everyone he was lying.

IMANI "What was that? I was one thousand percent correct? Love to say I told you so, and I absolutely told you so." She spoke lightly with a soft laugh leaning back in her seat as the Gavin and Sophia began to speak. Forcing herself to stay quiet as she figured it wasn't a conversation open to all with the information he'd given her earlier. Unsure of what else she could do as she leaned forward to take another sip of her water before biting her lip to keep herself from laughing at the growl of his stomach. "Liar liar pants for hire." She couldn't resist, she spoke in a sing song voice trying her best to get herself back to a lighter state of mind. But she still couldn't bring herself to look at him as she said it.

SOPHIA  Even though Gavin was saying he was fine his actions were proving otherwise. "Who knew bowling could be so draining? And to knock over what 3? 4 pins?" She joked. She knew that this wasn't about the bowling though and something else was troubling him. "Seriously though you know that if it was anything else that;s up were all here for you right?"  Her eyebrows raised though when his stomach contridicted exactly what he had been saying and after a beat found herself cracking up.  Maybe it was the tension that did it, or the way Imani said it or even the fact the she had never heard that saying before only the pants on fire one. "I'm sorry but I've never heard that saying before." She explained still in giggles.

JEREMY He playfully rolls his eyes at Imani's comments, chuckling softly as he feels just a little bit of the tension roll off of him. It wasn't long before he realized it never left, though. He wished he'd never suggested this, what worse of a way to try to show someone that dates aren't humiliating. After a moment, though, he is laughing along, not hearing the saying quite like that before either. "Pants for hire?" He repeats, raising his brows and looking between the others.

GAVIN Let out a small chuckle. "I'm pretty sure I knocked down five pins, but okay..." He joked, but the smile quickly faded. Then tension around the four of the was still bubbling up even though they were all cracking jokes. "Pants for hire... Ha. That is a new one. At least my pants aren't on fire." Although that would give him an excuse to leave. Unable to take the pressure building anymore, Gavin asked, "Should we address the elephant in the room?"

IMANI "Have none of you watched spongebob? The lack of taste..." She trailed off shaking her head in playful disapproval. But at the suddenness of Gavin's question she found the lightness she had been gaining back weighted once again. Her straw awkwardly twirling in the glass that was half empty. And she opened her mouth to speak but closed it just as quickly, deciding to sip on her drink instead looking down at the table. Her stomach having the same weird feeling she hated from earlier.

SOPHIA Her childhood had been less about spongebob and more about everything else giving her absolutely no knowledge of the cartoon. "What can I say apparently I'm tasteless." She shrugged before turning towards Gavin. Did she really want to hear the elephant in the room? Was he about to admit he was dating Imani in front of everyone? Although one look at the girl and clearly she seemed to be attempting to avoid the elephant in the room. Curious now as to what Gavin was talking about (and the closet person to the exit so she could make a runner if need be)  she opened her mouth to agree before realizing if it was that, she wanted a few more minutes to pretend so instead closed her mouth and just nodded once.

JEREMY His chuckles fade as the commentary does and he tries his hardest not to look as troubled as the others. His eyes fall on the girls first, suddenly feeling bad for how uncomfortable they must feel. Then Gavin, and he hates that the other has to be in this position at all. There was a beat of silence after his question and while Jer felt it wasn't his place to answer, he figured his was going to be the only voice willing. "I'm sure we're all willing to hear what you need to say," he offers with empathetic eyes and a polite smile, trying to keep his tone light. His fingers tap the table softly and he looks to meet the girls' gaze, checking if they're alright too.

GAVIN Gavin glanced from Jeremy, who seemed supportive right now, to the girls. No one spoke up and Gavin couldn't help but curse under his breath. "Yeah, I was really hoping someone was going to jump in there," he said quietly. He was not great with confrontation, but he couldn't stand the tension. He realized more than anything, he didn't want his best friends to be upset with him. If they could fix everything now, that would be better... Right? "Um, so, we're all friends, obviously. And well, with the exception of Jeremy, there have been some romantic feelings that have expressed... And I have not instantly reciprocated those feelings because I- I- I'm confused. Which is probably causing plenty of confusion for both of you and that's obviously not fair to you and was never my goal-" He was rambling now. Not looking at either of them, he tried to get back on track. "Anyways, I'm assuming that's what is causing the tension and if I'm wrong please just put me out of my misery now.

IMANI The shock of him so openly talking about her feelings left her choking on the water she'd been anxiously chugging. Patting herself on the chest as she peered over to him though she didn't say anything. Letting him speak, and his words only leaving her more confused. Sort of wishing she didn't listen to Niji and just lived with her feelings in silence while waiting for him to find someone to force her to move on. But she hadn't done that and it left her where she was sitting now. A sigh coming from her lips as she did her best to put those aside and be a best friend first. Though she slides her phone out of her pocket just in case a getaway was needed. "Gavin I don't...--- you don't owe me anything just because I... y'know..." She trailed avoiding eye contact once again.  Wanting to say more, but not liking the fact that this conversation was being had with an audience.

SOPHIA she had been bracing herself for the worst but the fact that he so openly admitted how he was feeling and to a group as well made her heart swell with pride. She knew how difficult it must have been for him to say that. And if her and Imani were confused then what Gavin must have been feeling would have been 100 times worse.. "You owe neither of us anything. " And honestly in all this she couldn't blame Imani either. She had a feeling this was the first either girl was hearing about this and she out of everyone could understand catching feelings for Gavin. "Can I ask a question though and it might be kinda dumb and you don;t have to answer it but if your so confused why did you ask Imani here tonight?" she stopped for a second to look at Imani. "Not that I'm blaming you or any of you for this but Jeremy said it was a date and well that kind of makes it less confusing for you in my eyes."(edited)

JEREMY His eyes slowly fall to the table and back up to Gavin as he speaks. He can't help but feel as though this isn't a conversation he's meant to be apart of, but how's he to excuse himself from the innerside of the booth? He supposed it'd be less awkward to listen, to offer support, and to be silent. Part of him is happy that Gavin, so willingly, shared how he was feeling with the group. It couldn't have been easy, it wouldn't have been even for himself. He wasn't sure how the others were feeling at this moment, his lips purse a moment, especially at the word 'date.' However, he chooses to stay quiet, allow them to talk it out.

GAVIN He could lie. But he ran the different excuses he could use through his head, and there wasn't a scenario where he didn't hurt someone. Gavin didn't want to hurt anyone... so maybe being honest and hurting both of them was the best, worst option. They could then decide his fate. He forced himself to look at Sophia and Imani for a moment before looking back down at the table and admitting "I couldn't decide, so... I flipped a coin."

IMANI That wasn't the answer he had been expecting. An answer that left her with nothing but more questions as she thought back to her birthday and what she could remember of that night. A bitter laugh coming out at of pure surprise before she shook her head. "I'm sorry I just.." she trailed off grabbing her phone and texting out a phrase she hadn't used since high school. "Wow that's crazy. A coin. Okay." She nodded thinking she had had enough embarrassment for one night. Thankful when the korean characters popped up on her screen. "Well this has been... something. But I'm going to head out. I'll take care of the bill on the way and out don't worry Enjoy the food as best you can. I'm really sorry, but i'll wait for my ride outside for... obvious reasons." Her default was to speak in a lighthearted cool tone when all she wanted to do was scream. Hopping out of the booth without sparing a glance, cheeks reddening with embarrassment as she made quick to pay the bill and head outside hoping Ezra didn't take too long.

SOPHIA For the first time all night Sophia felt both happy and annoyed at the same time. Happy because it meant she hadn't been some second thought or whatever but pissed off because the entire fate as to who Gavin invited along had laid on some coin that clearly had it out for her. Memories back to the movie night and hamilton played in her head and she had to wonder for a second if she had been played all along. If the reason Gavin had run from the kiss was because of Imani. Questions flooded her head but they stopped when Imani all but jumped out of the booth taking away her idea of a quick departure. She offered the girl a slight wave that she was pretty sure wasn't seen before turning back to Gavin. "A coin? Really? This entire night I've been questioning myself as to if I had done something wrong and yet the whole thing rested on a coin?" She turned to a window to see if Imani was still there not being able to see her. "I'm the last person to be judging you right now Gavin but I need some time to think. I'll text you later?" Turning to Jeremy she gave him a smile. "I'm so sorry about tonight again. I'll text you later and we can figure out an idea for what we were talking about earlier." She was talking about the wingwomaning or whatever Jeremy wanted but at this point she really didn't care what way Gavin took it before grabbing her bag and headed for the bus stop outside

GAVIN He had expected this outcome. Honestly, if it had gone any differently he would have been surprised, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell. He didn't look at either girl as they said their piece and ran off. He just nodded in agreement. It was all well deserved after all. When it was just Jeremy and Gavin left, Gavin placed his napkin on the table and cleared his throat. "Um, I've actually lost my appetite this time," he admitted, his voice cracking even though he had cleared his throat moments before. "I don't think the whole dating thing is for me, but uh...  I don't think that matters now anyways. Thanks for trying, Jer. I'm, um. I'm gonna go now." Gavin wiped at his nose once before getting out of the booth just as the waitress came over with their pizza. Gavin pulled out a few bucks and tipped her generously. "Have a good night, ma'am." With that, he left out the front door once he checked to make sure neither of the girls were around, and ran home.

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              Allison Thorne ☆ 20 años ☆ Coreana / Americana

Hija de un padre coreano y madre estadounidense, Allison nació en California, USA un día 21 de marzo, siendo aries de signo zodiacal.

Creció en una familia disfuncional y por demás de decadente. Su padre era adicto al juego y su madre a las drogas, cosa que le hizo prácticamente valerse por sí misma desde que era muy pequeña o al menos, intentar sobrevivir con lo que podía.

No tiene exactamente buenos y claros recuerdos de su infancia, ni de cómo comenzó a prácticamente vagar por las calles, viviendo de sobras y de cualquier muestra de afecto que pudiese darle alguien por ahí. Su vida prácticamente inició cuando tenía cinco años, y un amable sujeto de temple agradable se acercó a ella en los callejones de la ciudad, Ernest Thorne decidió comprarle una comida y también, algo de ropa. Luego de horas hablando con el hombre, este decidió llevarle consigo hasta su familia.

Luego de algunos días de investigación por parte del Thorne y usando los medios que su apellido y estatus sociales le daban, se dio a conocer que su padre había sido asesinado y de su madre, no había ni un rastro. Allison estaba completamente sola en el mundo, cosa que enterneció el gentil corazón de Ernest, que usando sus propios medios logró adoptarle bajo el apellido “Thorne” como su hija.

Allison creció entre los cuatro hijos de Harrison, el hermano mayor de Ernest, volviéndose inseparable de los dos hijos menores, Jayden y Carter. Solía admirar a Jayden como el hermano mayor que nunca tuvo, y este siempre le protegía como tal. En cambio con Carter, en aquel tiempo Sophia, era prácticamente su mejor amigo y con quien pasaba la gran mayoría del tiempo.

Al ser influenciada por Ernest, su padre, en todo lo relacionado a automóviles y mecánica, Allison comenzó a trabajar arduamente para aprender la labor. Cuando tenía quince años, Allison ya podía desarmar y desmantelar un motor por sí sola, y volverlo a colocar en su lugar sin problema. Tiene especial afinidad por las cosas eléctricas en un auto.

Quiere aprender electromecánica como es debido, por ende, iniciará la universidad en esta ingeniería gracias a que Ernest insiste en que lo haga. Allison quería perseguir el mismo camino de Jayden, pero al final fue convencida de seguir estudiando.

Es parte de la banda clandestina de carreras “Quicksilver” liderada por su primo. Allison consiguió su puesto en la banda por los medios normales, ganándole al líder en una carrera. No utilizó nunca su apellido o su relación filial para ello.

Maneja un ford focus rs 350 cv, de color azul eléctrico, que ha mejorado ella misma desde que su padre se lo regaló apenas cumplió 20 años. Solía manejar otros automóviles antes de eso, conduciendo desde los 16 años.

Tiene una personalidad risueña y encantadora, todo gracias al imposible amor que Ernest siempre le dio. Allison no guarda rencores, no contra sus padres ni contra el mundo, al contrario; decidió ser mejor para agradecerle a su padre todo lo que hizo por ella. Puede tener su carácter fuerte cuando le hacen enojar y explotar, arrasando con quien sea que esté en su camino, pero es algo que no sucede con habitualidad.

Está muy agradecida con los Thorne, incluso cuando el hermano mayor y sus dos hijos mayores nunca fueron exactamente muy allegados a ella. Aun así, siempre le permitieron comer en su mesa, dormir bajo su techo y le presentaron por su apellido a la sociedad; es algo que siempre recodará y agradecerá.

+ @microcosmcs​

[joseandrestabarnia]

Jarrón funerario monumental decorado con un friso de quince jinetes. Contemplados probablemente los descansos del día. Encontrado en Pérgamo, durante el reinado del sultán Murad I (1359-1389). Contenía dos urnas de alabastro llenas de oro guardadas hoy en Hagia Sophia en Estambul. Mármol, siglo II a.C. Obsequio del sultán Mahmoud II al rey Luis Felipe, 1737. Musée du Louvre. LP 1739. Ma 2905.

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Enero 31, 2017

Quince días atrás, comentamos la novedad respecto a los planes de la actual Alcaldesa, Sophia Delorose, respecto a dar por fin caza a los subversivos terroristas autoproclamados como “The Rebels”. En medio de un profundo secretismo, gracias al cual hemos podido hacernos con la mínima cantidad de información, tenemos el agrado de informarles que ha llegado el día en que estos malvivientes han caído. Así es, como han leído: Shepard y su patrulla han conseguido dar con la guarida —no tan secreta— y por fin apresarlos a todos ellos (o la mayoría).

Hago un punto en eso de “no tan secreta”; muchos han de conocer la mansión abandonada que se encuentra en el terreno aledaño a Saint Lorene, ¿verdad? Pues ahí mismo resultó ser el escondite de estos sujetos. Curioso resulta que hasta entonces se haya podido desentrañar su paradero real, pero démosles algo de crédito a nuestros oficiales ante el triunfo conseguido.

Porque así es, estimados lectores, esto supone un triunfo absoluto para Delorose y compañía. Toca hacer especial hincapié, también, en los pueblerinos que prestaron colaboración en los diferentes grupos de investigación que se conformaron para llevar a cabo la recolección de pruebas y entrevistas a testigos, y cuyas identidades están bajo protección por seguridad; sin ellos, nada de esto hubiera sido posible. Una muestra más de que, entre todos, podemos sacar a flote a nuestro maltratado Sakura Town.

Hemos podido saber que los apresados son un total de cinco miembros de la conocida banda de atacantes, y que su líder —aparentemente conocido como “Any”— consiguió escapar junto a otro secuaz. Quedará confiar en que, con el correr de los días, se conseguirá dar también con estas personas. Tengamos fe en la buena racha de Constance y sus subordinados, ¿no creen?

Se adjunta a continuación la nómina correspondiente a los mencionados detenidos y sus respectivas funciones dentro de la organización:

Dimitri Levallois, miembro secundario. Función: revelación de afectados.

Jack A. Dwerryhouse, miembro principal. Función: alteración de papeles en La Alcaldía.

Jeannine Vimeux, miembro secundario. Función: secuestro de personas.

Kendrew O´ Donell, miembro principal. Función: control de la policía, datos.

Xing Wan, miembro principal. Función: recolección de información.

Como siempre, los mantendremos al tanto de las novedades que surjan en torno a ésta y otras noticias.

Por lo pronto, respiremos un poco más tranquilos hoy.

Claire Sellers.

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Sophia's second outfit during her quince session! -#misquince #quinceanera #quinceañeraphotography #tus15tv #mis15 #planningmyquince #quinceaneradress #sacramentophotographer #sacramento #sanfranciscophotographer #roseville #folsom #Quinceañera #rocklin #quinceaneraphotography (at Sacramento, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZscU9UPTrg/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Upcoming Summer Book Releases By Latinx Authors

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Hello! May is almost over, which means that in Puerto Rico summer’s arrived (officially... it’s hot all the time). Therefore, I gathered a list of books that will be released from June 1st to August 31st, just in time for you to catch up with your Summer Reads. This is by no means comprehensive, just some I could find in various genres and reading categories (there’s some LitFic, YA, MG, along with some other ones in this list). 

Bruja Born (Brooklyn Brujas #2) by Zoraida Cordova: The sequel to the critically acclaimed Labyrinth Lost, this book follows Lula Mortiz’s struggle with the fact that she came back scarred (...quite literally) after her unwanted stay in Los Lagos as well as the fact that her boyfriend and her classmates die in a car accident. That’s A Lot! But with her healing powers, she’s trying to fix things! If fixing things means bringing them back from the dead, that is. And sometimes things don’t want to come back... (Release Date: June 5th, 2018)

Fruit of the Drunken Tree by Ingrid Rojas Contreras: Set in Colombia during the 1990′s reign of Pablo Escobar, two different girls come of age in a world surrounded by violence, sacrifice, and betrayal. This is Rojas Contreras’s debut novel, and the cover and plot look lush and enticing. (Release Date: July 31st, 2018)

Lucky Luna by Diana Lopez: This middle grade deals with Luna Ramos, a mischievous fifth grader who loves her hats (*Funky Hat from Wizards of Waverly Place starts playing*). However, after acting naughty during her cousin’s Quinces, she’s banned by her family from ever wearing hats (NOOOO!). To make matters worse, Luna’s cousin, Claudia, is transferring to her class. (Release Date: August 28th, 2018)

Love War Stories by Ivelisse Rodriguez: A collection of stories written by a Puerto Rican author (wepaaa!), this collection deals with love, heartbreak, hope, and survival in the face of trauma. Most importantly, the book deals with the power that Puerto Rican women have in each other and in their stories. (Release Date: July 10th, 2018)

Sweet Black Waves by Kristina Perez: This YA retelling of the tale of Tristan and Eseult is told from the perspective of Branwen. In this novel, Branwen is a lady-in-waiting for the princess when her healing powers are awakened, leading to dreams of peace as well as possible betrayal. (Release Date: June 5th, 2018) 

The Fall of Innocence by Jenny Torres Sanchez: A Contemporary YA dealing with the repercussions of trauma and assault, this text is incredibly important at this time. There aren’t many books that deal with a Latina teen’s experiences with assault, which is actually a part of the systemic machista culture we’re brought up with. I’m looking forward to this book. (Release date: June 12th, 2018)

Flor and Miranda Steal the Show by Jennifer Torres: In this middle-grade about family and friendship, Flor and Miranda have opposite desires: Flor is the daughter of a zoo owner on the brink of downsizing to make room for a music group’s stage; and Miranda is the lead singer of said music group. Will they be able to sabotage each other’s wants and still be friends? Or will they be willing to risk it all? (Release Date: June 12th, 2018)

My Year in the Middle by Lila Quintero Weaver: Lu Olivera sits in the middle row in Miss Garrett’s 6th Grade classroom. In the 1970′s, when Black and White segregation was still pretty explicit and enforced, Lu must decide whether to literally cross the racial divide by befriending Belinda Gresham, or continue maintaining the status quo. An interesting take on race and the intersections of oppression, this is one historical fiction I’ll have my eyes out for. (Release Date: July 10th, 2018)

A Gift from Abuela by Cecilia Ruiz: This picture book deals with the love and connection between an Abuela and her grandchild. It seems full of tender moments and the art was done by the author as well! (We love a multi-threat Latina) [Release Date: August 7th, 2018 (MY BIRTHDAY!)]

Marcus Vega Doesn't Speak Spanish by Pablo Cartaya: If Cartaya’s name sounds familiar, it’s because he’s the one who wrote the widely lauded The Epic Fail of Arturo Zamora. Marcus Vega’s story follows him as his family travels to Puerto Rico and they road trip around the island in search of Marcus’s father. This is a middle-grade novel you don’t want to miss. (Release Date: August 21st, 2018)

There’s No Base Like Home by Jessica Mendoza and Alana Mendoza Dusan: Written by a dynamic-duo of hermanas, this Middle-Grade novel explores friendship, following in your sibling’s footsteps, and fitting in a new environment. Sophia Maria Garcia is entering middle school and trying out for the softball team, just like her sister did! Except not everything is going according to plan, and her best friend is ignoring her because Boys? I feel like this book could be a fascinating study into gendered sports and many other themes that aren’t often explored with Latinx characters. (Release Date: June 19th, 2018)

The Hidden City (Garza Twins #3) by David Bowles: The third in a sprawling middle-grade fantasy series, The Hidden City once again follows the adventures of twins Carol and Johnny in their search for the Ollamat in a rain god’s paradise (Exciting!!!). Except maybe they have a new foe? And it may be family?? WHAT!? (Release Date: August 14th, 2018)

The Carrying by Ada Limon: A poetry collection that is sure to kick you in the chest, and Limon is never known to pull her punches. Her word punches. I loved Bright Dead Things and this one is guaranteed to make you feel things as well. (Release Date: August 14th, 2018)

Stripped by Zoey Castile: Listen, this Adult Romance has a stripper falling in love with a schoolteacher, and they’re neighbors as well! This Maybe Unrequited Pining story is sure to hit all the things you want to read about. (Release Date: August 28th, 2018)

*updated to add The Hidden City on 05/28/2018*

**updated to add The Carrying & Stripped on 05/29/2018**

If you know of a book that will be published within the time frame mentioned above, please let me know so I can boost it. In the meantime, I hope you found this helpful and are interested in these fantastic books. 

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Comercial Souza

Para la consigna 2, Sophia construye una historia en tres capítulos en torno a una tienda de barrio pretenciosamente llamada “Comercial Souza” y su joven dependiente, Pedro. A los clientes, dice Souza, se les reconoce por lo que piden.

COMERCIAL SOUZA

I.

Buscó, de rutina, el lapicero apoyado en su oreja derecha y su mano se desorientó al no encontrarlo. Igual, no lo necesitaba. El viejo Ramírez confiaba en él. Pedro confiaba mucho más en su propia capacidad. Hizo el cálculo mientras colocaba la gaseosa mediana, la chata de ron y una cajetilla chica de Premier rojo en una bolsa negra, reservada exclusivamente para los tres tipos de pedido que exigían discreción: botellas pequeñas de licor compradas de día, dulces comprados por diabéticos y toallas higiénicas compradas por cualquiera.

- Son nueve ochenta, maestro.

- Complétame con dos caramelitos de limón. Ya sabes, hay que ser elegantes.

Pedro sonrío al saber que no tendría que darle vuelto. El viejo Ramírez tenía la manía de extender la mano sobre el mostrador para recibir las monedas sobrantes de su compra. Su palma escamosa y agrietada le recordaban los rumores que se decían sobre él: había sufrido lepra en su juventud. Pedro nunca había visto a nadie con lepra y se inclinaba a creer que el aspecto del viejo Ramírez – y no solo sus manos- eran producto de su mal disimulado alcoholismo, pero ¿quién era él para rechazar lo que decía el barrio?

Ya en la puerta, la voz del viejo preguntó lo mismo de siempre

- ¿Candela?

- A su izquierda, míster.

Le señaló el encendedor azul, atado a la manija de la congeladora.

Pedro vio su cuerpo inclinado entre la congeladora y las bolsas de menestras al peso, reducido en su intento de encender el primer cigarro de la tarde. En ese ángulo, la luz del sol caía sobre la nuca del viejo. Un brillo intenso se reflejó en la tela de su ropa y recién en ese momento, notó que el viejo Ramírez tenía puesto un saco oscuro y raído.  

- Qué buena percha la de hoy, señor Ramírez ¿Está de fiesta?

El rostro del viejo se detuvo por unos segundos. Pedro se hizo un extraño ante sus ojos. Con una energía nueva, caminó de regreso hacia él. Botó el humo lanzando un bufido, sacó una tarjeta y la tiró en el mostrador. Pedro vio la dirección. En letras cursivas, el nombre.

- El señor Souza va a ir cuando cierre, ¿tú no?

Su pregunta raspó la tranquilidad de la tarde.

II.

Cuando el señor Souza no estaba, lo que ocurría las tardes en las que iba a comprar mercadería para la tienda, Pedro se subía al banco de fierro y tanteaba con sus dedos el dial de la radio. En cuatro movimientos largos hacia la izquierda, encontraba su emisora: música de los ochentas en la década del 2000. Después de dos horas, recorría el mismo trayecto, se subía al banco, colocaba el fluorescente que alumbraba la entrada de la tienda y, de paso, regresaba el dial a la emisora de antes. La música clásica inauguraba el inicio de la noche.

Pedro tenía la confianza que solo da la juventud y la calma de las pequeñas certezas. Sus días comenzaban, invariablemente, a las 6 de la mañana, con una ducha fría, en un baño de azulejos aún más fríos. A las 6.30, el pan con torreja. Luego, quince minutos de caminata. A las 6.45, se sentaba al borde de la grada a esperar la llegada del señor Souza. A las 7, la nariz de la combi amarilla asomaba al inicio de la cuadra. El señor Souza hacía sonar el claxon tres veces, que para él eran un “buenos días, Pedro”. Con el peso del primer candado entre sus manos, asomaban los clientes, los saludos y los pedidos para el desayuno. Esa era la señal del inicio del día.

Si a Pedro le faltó lugar y un padre más de la mitad de su vida, la tienda y el señor Souza eran un intento de hogar; y el mandil, con el logotipo Comercial Souza, su escudo de familia. Solo aquellos que pasan muchas horas de su vida detrás del mostrador de un negocio familiar saben la difusa relación que se establece con los clientes. De la inicial distancia ante un desconocido, las horas, los días y los años crean un territorio intermedio, un camino entre la amistad, la complicidad y el respeto. Y también, como en toda familia, se abre la trocha sutil y delgada del horror.

Sus arrugas son mis arrugas, era la respuesta del señor Souza cuando Pedro le preguntaba cómo hacía para tratar con tanta simpatía a todos los clientes. Algunos, los más cercanos, llegaban a la tienda como quien visitaba a un ser querido. La lista de compras era un pretexto para conversar de la familia, las noticias del día o la inseguridad del barrio, tema que se hablaba incluso con quienes hacían de la cuadra un lugar inseguro.

Pedro miraba al señor Souza y, sin saberlo, aprendía. De palabra fácil, buscaba conversación a los clientes, quienes halagaban los modales en un joven de su edad.  Su torpeza solo aparecía con aquellos esquivos a la gentileza. Ni clientes, ni visitantes: compradores que buscaban saciar su necesidad de turno sin perder la jerarquía de un poder ficticio o personas distanciadas de todo y de todos. A estos últimos, Pedro no podía identificarlos. En este último grupo, estaba la señora Mirta.

Decirle señora era algo impreciso: el título no aludía a su edad sino a su extrañeza. Iba a la tienda dejando un día, antes de las 12. Solo el señor Souza la atendía. Su voz giraba hacia un tono solemne y educado. Buenos días señora, ¿qué se le ofrece?, era la fórmula, protocolar y distante, para recibirla. Pedro, que a esa hora se dedicaba a pesar kilos de azúcar, miraba la escena sintiéndose un intruso. Los ojos de la señora Mirta nunca se posaban en él. Siempre de perfil, conocía de ella el color oliva de su piel, el parpadeo constante de su mirada y el hilo de temblor que acompañaba el movimiento de sus manos. Con el tiempo, identificó una cosa más: el olor a cigarro como un halo que anunciaba su presencia a las 11 de la mañana.

El señor Souza decía que se podía conocer a los clientes por los pedidos que hacían. La señora Mirta, a pesar de su distancia, no era la excepción: una cajetilla grande de Winston rojo, una lata de filete de atún, una bolsa de pan y un té. Solo a fin de mes, agregaba algunos productos extras a su magro pedido. Todos productos embolsados. La posibilidad del azar era, para ella, una aversión que evitaba a toda costa.

Por eso, el día que la rutina se rompió, el olor a cigarro a esa hora de la tarde no le dio pistas a Pedro sobre su presencia sino hasta que la tuvo delante de él.

III.

El viejo Ramírez había dejado una estela de humo espesa en el aire. Pedro rogó a sus dioses por unos minutos solo y se sentó en el sillón que utilizaba el señor Souza para descansar en la trastienda. Apoyó los codos en las rodillas y reposó la cabeza sobre sus palmas. Separó sus labios para intentar una plegaria, pero solo encontró saliva amarga en su boca.  

***

- ¿Quién eres tú?

La señora Mirta lo escrutó con el detalle de la novedad. Pedro, que la tenía frente a él por primera vez, pudo ver el sudor sobre sus labios crispados.

- Dame velas. Necesito velas.

Al escuchar el pedido, Pedro sintió una ola de calma.

Las reglas siempre encuentran una fisura, un intersticio que las prueban necesarias. Una llamada telefónica, un pequeño temblor, una carta que no llega. Para la señora Mirta, la grieta que significaba su presencia a esas horas tenía una explicación eléctrica: desde la mañana, algunos departamentos del edificio en donde se ubicaba la tienda habían sufrido un corte de luz.

Pedro se sorprendió haciendo una reverencia y, del estante inferior al mostrador, sacó el paquete de velas.

- ¿Algo más, señora?

La mujer no le contestó. Acumulaba monedas en su palma derecha y las contaba en un murmuro confuso.

- ¿El teléfono?

Pedro señaló hacia el exterior de la tienda. La señora Mirta dio unos pasos apurados, molestos, y descolgó el auricular. A esa distancia, Pedro solo podía escuchar la canción ochentera de la radio- un solo de guitarras y letras en inglés- pero sí vio el golpe del auricular al teléfono, cuando la señora Mirta colgó su llamada.

Pedro frunció las cejas. Recibió a la señora Mirta en el mostrador con esa expresión en su rostro.

- Dame tres velas más. Apúrate.

En ese instante, Pedro dudó. Desde la mañana había separado dos velas en su mochila, temiendo que su cuarto- ubicado a 15 cuadras- también hubiese sufrido el corte de luz.

- Apúrate mocoso. ¿O no me escuchas? Esa música de mierda te tiene los oídos atrofiados. Tres velas, ahora.

La posibilidad de una pequeña venganza.

- Señora, solo me queda una. ¿Se le ofrece algo más?

La señora Mirta empalideció. Arrancó las velas del mostrador y lanzó un par de monedas. Esquivó a las clientas que ingresaban a la tienda y se fue. El olor a cigarro permaneció por algunos minutos en el aire.

La siguiente media hora, los despachos lo mantuvieron distraído. Era ese momento del día en el que los estudiantes salen del colegio y demoran su llegada a casa. Unos chicles, un chupete, una gaseosa. Pedro se reía con ellos. Era un espejismo de amistad.

Cuando los uniformes escolares desaparecían, Pedro miraba la hora. Se tomaba unos minutos para lavarse la cara y las manos. Según sus cálculos, el señor Souza llegaría pronto.

Pedro tomó el fluorescente, se subió al banco y lo instaló. Arrastró el mismo banco un par de metros y, una vez arriba, tanteó con sus dedos el dial del radio. En el tercer movimiento hacia la derecha la vio: una silueta recorrió el aire y cayó frente a él.

Pedro no recordaba cómo bajó del banco, ni los minutos siguientes. Tampoco su llamada a los bomberos, ni la llegada del señor Souza. Una sola imagen ocupaba su mente: el charco del pavimento y sus manos manchadas en el intento de ayudar a la señora Mirta. Y también, de fondo, el ruido de una radio mal sintonizada.

***

El claxon de la combi le avisó que el señor Souza estaba de regreso. Miró el reloj en la pared: el tiempo se había detenido. Se paró de un salto, lavó sus manos y salió a su encuentro para descargar la mercadería. La tenue luz del sol daba a la calle un aura de abandono.

- Muchacho, ¿estás bien?

El dedo del señor Souza temblaba señalando hacia Pedro. Sus cejas erizadas enmarcaban el terror de su mirada.

Pedro, llevó la mano hacia su pecho y bajó la vista: una mancha oscura y deforme apareció en su delantal. Por un instante, no supo si era su sangre o la de ella. Sus piernas perdieron fuerza y cayó de rodillas en la vereda.

El señor Souza lo ayudó a sentarse. Sus manos, tibias y precisas, le quitaron el delantal y con este, la agonía: del bolsillo sacó un lapicero reventado. Pedro, avergonzado, se paró rechazando la ayuda del señor Souza.  

- Disculpe el descuido, no volverá a pasar.

Apretó el paso hacia la combi y abrió la puerta. El señor Souza lo atajó.

- ¿Pedro?

- Yo lo lavo, señor Souza. No se preocupe.

Pedro agachó la cabeza y apretó los puños.

-Déjalo, hijo. No fue tu culpa.

La voz del señor Souza, en la oscuridad de la noche, le sonó desconocida.

AUTORA: Sophia Gómez

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MÁS DE LO QUE MERECES (#wtsdevo #gracia)

Porque por gracia sois salvos por medio de la fe; y esto no de vosotros, pues es don de Dios; no por obras, para que nadie se gloríe.

-      Efesios 2:8-9

Hablar de jaris (griego) o gratia (latin) es hablar de un “Regalo Inmerecido o Inmérito.”

La gracia de Dios es un banquete al cual hemos sido convidados y en donde no nos ajusta para pagar la cuenta, puesto que por las obras de la ley nadie es salvo sino solamente por la fe puesta en la obra consumada de Cristo en la cruz del calvario. Cuando hablamos de gracia debemos hablar de justicia y en esta otra mano tenemos algo que nos llevaría a los méritos sin embargo cuando comparamos nuestras buenas obras con las de Cristo nos damos cuenta que no alcanzamos a pagar tan exquisito banquete que el Señor a preparado para nosotros y es entonces que necesitamos desesperadamente de la gracias de Dios.

La gracia la encontramos en las prerrogativas, facultades o derechos de Jesús pero no es un requisito. No es un requisito para la Deidad tener que darse en sacrificio por ti y por mí para que Dios siga siendo digno de adoración. La gracia excede los estándares establecidos y despliega la esencia de un Dios omnipotente que no solo da sino que se da a si mismo por amor de su nombre y gloria. Contemplar la hermosura de su persona y obra es sublime.

Somos salvados por gracia de Dios mismo; es decir, somos salvados de tener que enfrentar a Dios en su ira el Dios del juicio. Dios es al mismo tiempo salvador y aquel de quien somos salvados por gracia.

Terminamos el día de hoy con un hermoso relato: “El banquete de Babette”

Karen Blixen, danesa de nacimiento, se casó con un barón y pasó desde el 1914 hasta el 1931 administrando una plantación de café en el África Oriental Británica (su obra Out of Africa, [Desde África] habla de estos años). Después de divorciarse, regresó a Dinamarca y comenzó a escribir en inglés bajo el seudónimo de Isak Dinesen. Uno de sus relatos, “El banquete de Babette”, se convirtió en una obra clásica sectaria después de que se hiciera una película con él en la década de 1980.

              La señora Dinesen sitúa su relato en Noruega, pero los autores daneses de la película cambiaron su ubicación a una empobrecida aldea de pescadores en las costas de Dinamarca; un poblado de calles repletas de lodo y casuchas con el techo de paja. En este lúgubre escenario, un deán de blanca barba dirigía un grupo de fieles dentro de una austera secta luterana.

              Esta secta había renunciado a los pocos placeres mundanos que podían tentar a un hombre del pueblo en Norre Vosburg. Todos vestían de negro. Su dieta consistía en bacalao hervido y unas gachas hechas hirviendo pan en agua fortalecida con un chorro de cerveza. En el día sabático, el grupo se reunía para cantar de “Jerusalén, mi feliz hogar, nombre tan querido para mí”. Tenían su brújula fija en la Nueva Jerusalén, mientras toleraban la vida en la tierra como una manera de llegar a ella.

              El anciano deán, que era viudo, tenía dos hijas adolescentes: Martine, llamada así en honor de Martín Lutero, y Philippa, cuyo nombre honraba a Felipe Melanchton, el discípulo de Lutero. Los aldeanos solían asistir a la iglesia sólo para deleitar sus ojos en estas dos jovencitas, cuya radiante belleza era imposible de suprimir, a pesar de los grandes esfuerzos de ambas hermanas.

              Martine cautivó los ojos de un elegante y joven oficial de caballería. Cuando ella logró resistirse a sus proposiciones —al fin y al cabo, ¿quién cuidaría de su anciano padre?—, él se marchó para casarse con una dama de compañía de la reina Sophia.

              Philippa no sólo era bella, sino que tenía la voz de un ruiseñor. Cuando cantaba sobre Jerusalén, parecían aparecer resplandecientes visiones de la ciudad celestial. Así fue como llegó a conocer al cantante de óperas más famoso de su tiempo, el francés Achille Papin, quien estaba pasando una temporada en la costa por razones de salud. Mientras caminaba por los senderos de tierra de una escondida aldea, Papin oyó asombrado una voz digna de la Gran Ópera de París.

              Permítame que le enseñe a cantar correctamente, le rogó a Philippa, y toda Francia caerá a sus pies. La realeza hará fila para conocerla, y acudirá en un carruaje tirado por caballos al magnífico Café Anglais para cenar. Halagada, Philippa consintió en recibir unas cuantas lecciones, pero sólo unas cuantas. Los cantos acerca del amor la ponían nerviosa; los aleteos que sentía por dentro la preocupaban aun más, y cuando terminó un aria de Don Giovanni abrazada a Papin, con los labios de éste rozando los suyos, supo sin lugar a dudas que tendría que renunciar a estos nuevos placeres. Su padre escribió una nota en la que rechazaba todas las lecciones futuras, y Achille Papin regresó a París, tan desconsolado como si hubiera perdido un billete ganador de la lotería.

              Pasaron quince años, y muchas cosas cambiaron en aquella aldea. Las dos hermanas, convertidas en solteras de mediana edad, habían tratado de seguir con la misión de su padre, ya fallecido, pero sin su fuerte liderazgo la secta sufrió terribles divisiones. Un hermano le guardaba rencor a otro por unas cuestiones de negocios. Corría el rumor de que dos de los miembros estaban envueltos en amoríos desde hacía treinta años. Dos damas de edad no se habían dirigido la palabra en diez años. Aunque la secta se seguía reuniendo en el día sabático y cantando los viejos himnos, sólo un puñado de ellos se molestaban en asistir, y la música había perdido todo su brillo. A pesar de todos estos problemas, las dos hijas del deán permanecían fieles, organizando los cultos e hirviendo el pan para los desdentados ancianos del poblado.

              Una noche demasiado lluviosa para que nadie se aventurara a atravesar las calles llenas de lodo, las hermanas oyeron un pesado golpe en la puerta. Cuando la abrieron, una mujer se desplomó desmayada. Al reanimarla, descubrieron que no hablaba danés. Les entregó una carta de Achille Papin. Al ver su nombre, Philippa se sonrojó, y le temblaba la mano mientras leía aquella carta de presentación. La mujer se llamaba Babette, y había perdido a su esposo y su hijo en Francia durante la guerra civil. Su vida corría peligro y tuvo que huir; Papin le había hallado sitio en un barco, con la esperanza de que en esta aldea tuvieran misericordia de ella. “Babette sabe cocinar”, decía la carta.

              Las hermanas no tenían dinero para pagarle a Babette, y en primer lugar, sentían dudas en cuanto a contratar a una criada. No confiaban en su forma de cocinar; ¿acaso no eran los franceses los que comían caballos y ranas? Sin embargo, por medio de gestos y súplicas, Babette les ablandó el corazón. Haría lo que fuera necesario, a cambio de cuarto y comida.

              Durante los doce años siguientes, Babette trabajó para las hermanas. La primera vez que Martine le enseñó a cortar el bacalao y cocer las gachas, levantó una ceja y se le arrugó un poco la nariz, pero no protestó ni una sola vez por lo que le mandaban hacer. Alimentaba a los pobres del poblado y se hacía cargo de todas las tareas de la casa. Hasta ayudaba en los cultos sabáticos. Todos estaban de acuerdo en que Babette había llevado nueva vida a aquella estancada comunidad.

              Puesto que Babette nunca hablaba de su vida pasada en Francia, Martine y Philippa se llevaron una gran sorpresa cuando un día, después de doce años, le llegó su primera carta. Babette la leyó, levantó la vista para encontrar la de ambas hermanas, que la observaban, y les anunció con toda tranquilidad que le había sucedido algo maravilloso. Todos los años, un amigo de París le había renovado su número en la lotería francesa. Este año, su billete había ganado. ¡Diez mil francos!

              Las hermanas tomaron a Babette de las manos para felicitarla, pero interiormente, sintieron que se les partía el corazón. Se daban cuenta de que muy pronto, Babette se marcharía.

              Coincidió que Babette ganó la lotería en el mismo momento en que las hermanas estaban preparando una celebración en honor del centenario del nacimiento de su padre. Babette acudió a ellas con una petición. En doce años no les he pedido nada, comenzó diciendo. Ellas asintieron. Sin embargo, ahora tengo una petición: Quisiera preparar la comida para el culto de aniversario. Me gustaría cocinarles una verdadera cena francesa.

              Aunque las hermanas tenían graves reparos con respecto a este plan, era cierto que Babette no les había pedido favores en doce años. ¿Qué podían hacer, sino aceptar?

              Cuando llegó de Francia el dinero, Babette hizo una breve salida para hacer los arreglos de la cena. Durante las semanas siguientes a su regreso, los residentes de Norre Vosburg disfrutaron de la asombrosa vista de barcas que llegaban al muelle uno tras otro para descargar provisiones con destino a la cocina de Babette. Los trabajadores empujaban carretillas cargadas con cajas donde había pequeñas aves. Pronto aparecieron las cajas de champaña —¡champaña!— y de vino. Una cabeza entera de vaca, vegetales frescos, trufas, faisanes, jamones, criaturas marinas de extraño aspecto, una inmensa tortuga aún viva que movía de un lado a otro su cabeza como de serpiente; todos ellos terminaron en la cocina de las hermanas, gobernada ahora con toda firmeza por Babette.

              Martine y Philippa, alarmadas ante aquello que más bien parecía un brebaje de brujas, les explicaron su situación a los miembros de la secta, ya ancianos y canosos, y sólo once en número. Todos se rieron para sus adentros, comprensivos. Después de alguna discusión, aceptaron comer la cena francesa, sin hacer ningún comentario sobre ella, para que Babette no se hiciera una idea equivocada. La lengua era para alabar y dar gracias; no para deleitarse en sabores exóticos.

              El quince de diciembre, el día de la cena, nevó, lo que hizo resplandecer el aburrido poblado con un brillo blanco. A las hermanas les encantó saber que una huésped inesperada se les uniría: la señorita Loewenhielm, de noventa años de edad, quien vendría acompañada por su sobrino, el oficial de caballería que había cortejado a Martina tiempo atrás, quien era ya general y prestaba sus servicios en el palacio real.

              Babette se las había arreglado para conseguir suficiente vajilla y cristalería, y había decorado la habitación con velas y hojas de encina. La mesa tenía un aspecto encantador. Cuando comenzó la cena, todos los aldeanos recordaron lo acordado y se sentaron en silencio, como tortugas alrededor de un charco. Sólo el general hizo observaciones acerca de la comida y la bebida. “¡Amontillado!”, exclamó al levantar el primer vaso. “¡Y el mejor Amontillado que haya probado jamás!” Cuando probó la primera cucharada de sopa, el general habría jurado que era sopa de tortuga pero, ¿cómo se habría podido encontrar una cosa así en las costas de Jutlandia?

              “¡Increíble!”, dijo el general al probar el siguiente plato. “¡Es Blinis Demidoff!” Todos los demás huéspedes, con la cara surcada por profundas arrugas, estaban comiendo las mismas raras exquisiteces sin expresiones ni comentarios. Cuando el general hizo el elogio del champaña, un Viuda Cliquot de 1860, Babette le ordenó a su pinche de cocina que mantuviera siempre lleno su vaso. Sólo él parecía apreciar lo que tenía delante.

              Aunque nadie más hablaba de la comida o la bebida, el banquete fue obrando gradualmente un efecto mágico sobre los burdos aldeanos. Se les calentó la sangre. Se les soltó la lengua. Hablaron de los viejos tiempos, cuando el deán aún vivía, y de la Navidad en el año en que se congeló la bahía. El hermano que le había hecho trampas al otro en un negocio, terminó confesando, y las dos mujeres que habían estado peleadas, conversaron. Una mujer eructó, y el hermano que tenía al lado dijo sin pensarlo: “¡Aleluya!”

              En cambio, el general sólo podía hablar de la comida. Cuando el pinche de cocina sacó el coup de grâce (de nuevo la palabra), pichón de codorniz preparado en Sarcophage, el general exclamó que sólo había visto aquel plato en un lugar de Europa, el famoso Café Anglais de París, el restaurante que había sido famoso por la mujer que era su jefa de cocina.

              Medio embriagado con el vino, con los sentidos embotados, incapaz de contenerse, el general se levantó para pronunciar un discurso. “La misericordia y la verdad, amigos míos, se han encontrado”, comenzó diciendo. “La justicia y la bienaventuranza se besarán”. Entonces tuvo que hacer una pausa, “porque tenía el hábito de formar con cuidado sus discursos, consciente de su propósito, pero aquí, en medio de la sencilla congregación del deán, era como si la figura entera del general Loewenhielm, con el pecho cubierto de condecoraciones, sólo fuera el vocero de un mensaje que era necesario presentar”. El mensaje del general era la gracia.

              Aunque los hermanos y hermanas de la secta no entendían por completo el discurso del general, en aquel momento “las vanas ilusiones de esta tierra se habían disuelto ante los ojos de ellos como el humo, y habían visto el universo como es en realidad”. El pequeño grupo se deshizo y se marchó de vuelta a un pueblo cubierto por una nieve brillante, bajo un cielo encendido de estrellas.

              “El banquete de Babette” termina con dos escenas. Afuera, los ancianos se toman las manos alrededor de la fuente, y cantan con energía los viejos cánticos de su fe. Es una escena de comunión: el banquete de Babette había abierto la puerta, y la gracia se había colado. Se sentían, añade Isak Dinesen, “como si de veras sus pecados hubieran sido lavados tan blancos como la nieve, y en este atuendo de inocencia recuperada, estuvieran brincando como corderillos”.

              La escena final tiene lugar dentro, en medio del desastre de una cocina llena de inmensas pilas de platos sin lavar, cazuelas grasientas, conchas, caparazones, huesos cartilaginosos, cajas rotas, cortes de vegetales y botellas vacías. Babette se sienta en medio de aquel desorden, con un aspecto de agotamiento semejante al de la noche en que había llegado, doce años antes. De pronto, las hermanas se dan cuenta de que, en cumplimiento del voto, nadie le había hablado a Babette de la cena.

              “Babette, fue una cena encantadora”, dice Martine indecisa.

              Babette parece estar muy lejos. Después de un tiempo, les dice: “Yo fui cocinera del Café Anglais”.

              “Babette, todos recordaremos esta noche cuando hayas regresado a París”, añade Martine, como si no la hubiera escuchado.

              Babette les dice que no va a regresar a París. Todos sus amigos y parientes han muerto o están en prisión. Y, por supuesto, sería costoso regresar a París.

              “Pero, ¿y los diez mil francos?”, le preguntan las hermanas.

              Entonces Babette deja caer la bomba. Se ha gastado todo lo que había ganado, hasta el último de los diez mil francos del premio, en el banquete que ellos acaban de consumir. No se asombren, les dice. Eso es lo que cuesta una buena cena para doce personas en el Café Anglais.

              En el discurso del general, Isak Dinesen no deja duda alguna de que ha escrito “El banquete de Babette” no sólo como un cuento sobre una gran cena, sino como una parábola sobre la gracia; un regalo que le cuesta todo al dador y nada al que lo recibe. Esto es lo que les dijo el general Loewenhielm a los fieles de sombrío rostro reunidos a su alrededor en la mesa de Babette:

              A todos nosotros se nos ha dicho que hay que hallar la gracia en el universo. Sin embargo, en nuestra necedad y miopía nos imaginamos que la gracia divina es finita … Con todo, llega un momento en que la gracia es infinita. La gracia, amigos míos, no exige de nosotros sino que la esperemos con confianza y la reconozcamos con gratitud.

              Doce años antes, Babette había aparecido en medio de gente carente de gracia. Seguidores de Lutero, escuchaban sermones sobre la gracia casi todos los domingos, y el resto de la semana, trataban de ganarse el favor de Dios con sus piedades y renunciamientos. La gracia les llegó bajo la forma de un banquete; el banquete de Babette, la mejor comida de toda su vida, ofrecida con liberalidad a los que no la habían ganado en absoluto, y que apenas poseían las facultades necesarias para recibirla. La gracia llegó a Norre Vosburg como siempre llega: sin costo alguno, sin compromiso ulterior, y pagada por su dador.

              ¡Oh gracia momentánea de los hombres mortales,

              que nosotros perseguimos más que la gracia de Dios!

              Shakespeare, Ricardo III

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Serie devocional: Jardines Internos (#wtsedevo #JardinesInternos #gracia)

Publicado por: Jessie Sauza // Personal // Walk The Same Español

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Noticias de series de la semana: Tráiler de 'Game of Thrones'

Renovaciones

BBC One ha renovado Call the Midwife por una décima y una undécima temporada

ITV ha renovado Vera por una décima temporada

ITV ha renovado Endeavour por una séptima temporada

CBS All Access ha renovado No Activity por una tercera temporada

NBC ha renovado Superstore por una quinta temporada

Spectrum encarga revival de Mad About You como limited series. Será su octava temporada.

USA Network ha renovado The Sinner por una tercera temporada

Movistar+ ha renovado Mira lo que has hecho por una tercera temporada

Movistar+ ha renovado Vergüenza por una tercera temporada

Cancelaciones

La octava temporada de Arrow (The CW), de diez episodios, será la última

HBO ha cancelado Crashing tras su tercera temporada

Netflix ha cancelado Degrassi: Next Class tras su cuarta temporada

Showtime ha cancelado SMILF tras su segunda temporada

Noticias cortas

Alexa Nisenson (Charlie) será regular en la quinta temporada de Fear The Walking Dead.

Un técnico de la tercera temporada de Mr. Mercedes se electrocutó conectando luces bajo la lluvia. Sufrió quemaduras en pies y manos pero se espera que se recupere totalmente.

Se ha detenido indefinidamente la producción de Riverdale tras la muerte de Luke Perry.

ABC Studios ha suspendido sin sueldo su acuerdo con Frankie Shaw (SMILF) por las denuncias de mala conducta en el set.

Incorporaciones y fichajes

Matt Bomer (White Collar, American Horror Story) protagonizará la tercera temporada de The Sinner. Será Jamie, un residente de Dorchester que busca la ayuda de Ambrose (Bill Pullman) tras un accidente.

Cobie Smulders (How I Met Your Mother, Friends from College) y Taran Killam (Single Parents, Angie Tribeca) serán las versiones jóvenes de Lucille (Jessica Walter) y George Sr. (Jeffrey Tambor) en varios episodios de la segunda parte de la quinta temporada de Arrested Development.

Ron Perlman (Hellboy, Hand of God), Famke Janssen (X-Men, How to Get Away with Murder), Laura Haddock (Guardians of the Galaxy, Da Vinci's Demons), Ben Miles (The Crown, Collateral), Lia Williams (The Crown, Kiri), Sophia Brown (Clique, Marcella), Paul Ritter (No Offence, Friday Night Dinner), Adelayo Adedayo (Origin, Timewasters) y Ralph Ineson (Game of Thrones, Absentia) se unen a The Capture.

Karen David (Once Upon a Time, Galavant) se une como regular a la quinta temporada de Fear The Walking Dead.

Brian Cox (Succession, X-Men 2) pondrá voz a la Muerte en Good Omens.

Alfie Allen (Game of Thrones, Close to the Enemy), Ash Hunter (Hamilton, The Secret Agent) y Alex  Sawyer (Get Shorty, The End of the F***ing World) se unen a la tercera temporada de Harlots. Serán los hermanos Isaac y Hal Pincher y Jack Lively, estrella del show de boxeo de North (Danny Sapani).

Adriana Barraza (The Strain, Babel) será Maria Vega, la matriarca de la familia de Tiago (Daniel Zovatto), en Penny Dreadful: City of Angels.

Alexandra Daddario (Percy Jackson, True Detective) será Jade, la amante lesbiana de la esposa de Eli (Reid Scott), en Why Women Kill. Sam Jaeger (Parenthood, Tell Me a Story) será Rob, el marido del personaje interpretado por Ginnifer Goodwin.

Santiago Cabrera (Heroes, Salvation) y Michelle Hurd (Blindspot, Devious Maids) se unen al spin-off de Star Trek protagonizado por Picard (Patrick Stewart).

Sam Trammell (True Blood, The Order) se une a la octava y última temporada de Homeland. Será Benjamin Hayes, vicepresidente de Estados Unidos.

Siobhan Finneran (Happy Valley, Donwton Abbey) y Hannah John-Kamen (Ready Player One, Ant Man and the Wasp) protagonizarán The Stranger junto a Richard Armitage. Serán la detective Johanna Griffin y una extraña que expone los secretos de la gente.

Vincent Rodriguez III (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend) se une como recurrente a la segunda temporada de Insatiable. Se desconocen detalles.

Zazie Beetz (Atlanta, Deadpool 2) y Betty Gabriel (Counterpart, Westworld) protagonizarán un episodio de The Twilight Zone.

Marielle Scott (Lady Bird) y Chris D'Elia (Undateable, Alone Together) serán recurrentes en la segunda temporada de You como Lucy, una agente literaria; y Henderson, un famoso comediante.

Georgina Reilly (Murdoch Mysteries) será recurrente en City on a Hill como Corie Struthers, la madre de los hijos de Jimmy (Mark O'Brien).

Sarayu Blue (I Feel Bad, No Tomorrow) se une como recurrente a Medical Police.

Michael Braun será recurrente en la quinta y última temporada de The Affair como EJ, un enigmático científico que Joanie (Anna Paquin) conoce en Montauk.

Jon Beavers (The Long Road Home) y Grant Harvey (The Crossing) serán recurrentes en la cuarta temporada de Animal Kingdom como Jake y Colin, parte de una banda criminal.

Devon Terrel (Barry), Gustaf Skarsgard (Westworld, Vikings), Daniel Sharman (Fear The Walking Dead, Medici), Peter Mullan (Ozark), Lily Newmark (Pin Cushion), Shalom Brune-Franklin (The State, Our Girl), Sebastian Armesto (Poldark, Broadchurch), Emily Coates (Flack), Catherine Walker (Versailles) y Billy Jenkins (The Crown, Humans) se unen a Cursed.

Madison Curry (Us) sustituye a Christine Offley como Cherry, hija de Terry (Pam Grier), en Bless This Mess.

Kris D. Lofton (Ballers) sustituye a Brooks Brantley como Todd en Unrelated, antes conocida como Besties.

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HBO encarga Run, comedia creada y escrita por Vicky Jones (Killing Eve, Fleabag) y producida por Phoebe Waller-Bridge (Killing Eve, Fleabag), sobre una mujer que vive una existencia monótona hasta que recibe un mensaje de su antiguo amor, un irlandés adinerado, para cumplir el pacto de amor verdadero y reinvención propia que hicieron hace quince años. Protagonizada por Merritt Wever (Godless, Nurse Jackie) y Domhnall Gleeson (About Time, Ex Machina). Waller-Bridge será recurrente con un personaje llamado Flick.

Luz verde directa en Apple a un drama sobre una agente encubierta de la CIA. Producida y protagonizada por Brie Larson (Captain Marvel, Room) y basada en las memorias de Amaryrillis Fox.

Netflix España adaptará Cien años de soledad, la novela de Gabriel García Márquez (1967).

Isabel Coixet (Mi vida sin mí, La librería) dirigirá y escribirá Foodie Love, sobre un chico y una chica que se conocen en una app de ligues para amantes de la gastrononmía, para HBO Europa.

Akshay Kumar (Singh Is Kinng) protagonizará el thriller The End para Amazon.

Fechas

The Bay se estrena en ITV el 20 de marzo

La segunda temporada de On My Block llega a Netflix el 29 de marzo

No Good Nick llega a Netflix el 15 de abril

La segunda temporada de Cobra Kai llega a YouTube Premium el 24 de abril

The Spanish Princess se estrena en Starz el 5 de mayo

La segunda temporada de She's Gotta Have It llega a Netflix el 24 de mayo

Perpetual Grace, LTD (antes conocida como Our Lady, LTD) se estrena en Epix el 2 de junio

La tercera temporada de Harlots se estrena en Hulu el 10 de julio

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Tráilers y promos

Game of Thrones - Temporada 8 y última

The Act

Line of Duty - Temporada 5

Motherland: Fort Salem

Good Omens

Dead Pixels

Cobra Kai - Temporada 2

Killing Eve - Temporada 2

Perpetual Grace, LTD

The Spanish Princess

Warrior

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Jamming With Aplomb: Old Fashioned European Style Sugar Plum Jam

Sugar Plums are in season now and they're abundant. If you come across some jamming fruit (i.e. imperfect fruit or fruit that needs to be eaten quickly) then buy up and make this incredible European style plum jam. There's no need for pectin, lemon rind or seeds to make this jam. Just one interesting method that takes time but no effort (trust me on this). And it creates the most wonderful, deep magenta coloured sugar plum jam!

I usually make jam the same way. I boil the fruit with a muslin bag of lemon peels and seeds. But when I came across a bargain for sugar plums at $2 a kilo that needed to be used within a couple of days and I forgot to buy lemon then I decided to make this style of plum jam!

The key to this recipe is to let the fruit sit with the sugar for an hour and then to boil it for 10 minutes and then cool it to room temperature. You do this for a total of 3 times. That's what I mean when I say it takes time but no effort.

I actually thought half way through this that it wouldn't work. But then I figured that spending $1.80 on the fruit and a nominal amount for the sugar wasn't going to break the bank and even if it didn't work out as a jam Mr NQN would eat it anyway. But then it transformed into the most beautiful dark magenta hue and came together perfectly. I actually screamed with delight (okay more squealed alarmingly) when I saw how perfect it was and then I baked some scones to go with them.

Speaking of screaming, one night I was out with my friend Sophia. We were sitting outside a restaurant in the city and we were the only table outside as the other tables had left. We were talking about television shows we liked and I was explaining about the new Ted Bundy show on Netflix and how I didn't like it because it was too creepy. She didn't know much about him and I told her all about him.

"Are you ready for dessert?" our waitress said coming up behind me.

"Arrrrgghhhh!!!!" I screamed, letting out an almighty scream that echoed down the long, corridor street. I swear I had worked myself up so much that I thought that Bundy himself had crept up behind me and asked me about dessert.

"Oh my god sorry!" she said.

"No, it's me! We were talking about serial killers..." I said.

Of course everyone in the restaurant thought I was crazy. And maybe they're right. Maybe I get so caught up that I have trouble distinguishing fantasy from reality. Maybe they're right that jam isn't worth squealing or screaming over.

But they haven't tried this jam ;)

So tell me Dear Reader, do you make jam often? Are you interested in true crime or serial killers?

An Original Recipe by Lorraine Elliott

Preparation time: 15 minutes

Cooking time: 40 minutes plus cooling time

Makes 3x365ml/13oz. jars of jam

800g/28.3ozs. sugar plums

400g/14ozs. white sugar

Note: this jam method works best with high pectin fruit like cranberries, pears, apples, guavas, apricots, quince, plums, gooseberries and citrus fruit. Fruit like cherries, grapes and berries contain less pectin and may produce a looser jam.

Step 1 - Cut the plums in half and remove the pit. Mix with the sugar and cover and sit at room temperature for 1 hour. Heat a thick bottomed pot with a lid on medium to high heat (6 out of 10) and then place the plums and sugar in this. Bring to a boil and simmer for 10 minutes. Then turn off the heat and allow to come to room temperature. Repeat two more times (and this can sit on the benchtop with the lid on overnight if you've got to go to bed).

Step 2 - On the third time boiling keep simmering until it is thickened and becomes a consistent dark magenta shade and becomes jammy in consistency. You can also put a metal plate in the freezer and then when you think it's ready spoon a little liquid in it and run the handle of a spoon through it and if the line holds then it is ready.

Step 3 - I usually heat some glass jamming jars in the oven for 10 minutes at 180C/350F. When they're ready and still hot take them out of the oven ,pour in the hot jam into the hot jars (if the jam is cold the glass may crack and vice versa) leaving 1cm/1/2 an inch space on top. Using a tea towel, screw on the lids and turn the jars upside down and cool.

Source: https://www.notquitenigella.com/2019/02/23/plum-jam-no-pectin-lemon/

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Diego Ricol Freyre recomienda: Diego Ricol Freyre recomienda: The Rasmus: “Antes nos robaban las plumas, y ahora nos las regalan de a docenas”

El cantante Lauri Ylönen habla sobre su símbolo insignia y los problemas que sufrió con él en Latinoamérica. También charla sobre la metafísica de “Dark matters” y cuenta que se avergüenza de algunas de sus viejas canciones, antes de tocar el viernes en el Teatro Vorterix.

“Leer sobre universos paralelos te ayuda a poner los pies sobre la tierra, irónicamente. Ves cuán pequeño sos y lo insignificantes que son tus problemas -explica Lauri Ylönen antes de dar el último show de su gira europea-. A veces te centrás demasiado en vos mismo y te tomás las cosas muy a pecho, y está bueno irte al espacio, mirarte a vos mismo y fijarte qué es realmente valioso. Por eso me fascina la ciencia, y por otro lado me da bronca que aún no comprendamos muchas cosas”.

Esos pensamientos inspiraron fuertemente a Lauri: el título de “Dark matters” (2017), el último disco de The Rasmus, hace referencia tanto a las situaciones sombrías como a la materia oscura, esa energía del universo relacionada con la metafísica y la cosmología.

En los cinco años que pasaron entre “The Rasmus” (2012) y su nuevo lanzamiento, sucedió de todo en la vida de él y sus compañeros. El propio cantante se mudó a Los Ángeles, mientras que el bajista Eero Heinonen se trasladó de Helsinki a Sydney para estudiar una de sus grandes pasiones: el cine.

“Es importante que cada uno aproveche su vida al 100%. De hecho, lo alenté a Eero para que se anotara en esa escuela, aunque ahora todo es complicado porque él vive en Australia, yo en los Estados Unidos y el resto en Finlandia -se ríe el vocalista-. A veces, antes de tocar una canción en un programa de televisión, tenemos que volar desde distintas partes del mundo para ensayar algo que termina durando tres minutos”.

Del otro lado del teléfono, Lauri cuenta que siempre tuvo el sueño de mudarse a otro país. “Pasé mucho tiempo en varios lugares, pero nunca los pude llamar ‘mi hogar’. Elegí Los Ángeles porque es una capital musical muy grande, así como de todo tipo de artes. En los últimos sesenta años desarrollaron un montón la arquitectura, y me encanta. También tengo muchos conocidos que trabajan en el negocio del cine, como directores o compositores. En ese sentido me fue fácil mudarme, pero cambió mi manera de ver el planeta. Ahora aprecio mucho más la belleza de Finlandia. Es gracioso cómo funcionamos los humanos. También puedo observar los problemas del mundo de una forma distinta, porque los experimento yo mismo”.

-¿Por ejemplo?

-El accionar del presidente norteamericano (risas). Si sólo leyera lo que dicen los medios, mi visión sería sesgada. Ahora tengo amigos que me cuentan sus opiniones, charlo con ellos y vivo sus conflictos en carne propia. En cuanto a Finlandia, al alejarme entendí más los prejuicios que existen, porque soy finés y mi mentalidad es de allá. Es una manera de ser muy diferente de la norteamericana, no puedo explicarla.

-Recién nombrabas tu pasión por la arquitectura. Tenés varios proyectos, como una colección de diseños para la empresa Vallila. ¿Cuán importante es hacer algo paralelo a la banda?

-Es mi manera de relajarme, la llevo adentro y me encanta leer sobre eso. Cuando viajo me hago un tiempo para observar edificios históricos o interesantes. En la arquitectura hay una conexión con la música, porque son dos ramas diferentes del arte. Cuando creo un boceto me fijo por qué lo hago, qué impulsos me mueven. Pasa igual con las canciones, es sorprendente cómo una idea tan chiquita se transforma en un disco o en un edificio. Si empiezo a diseñar una casa, puedo tener un borrador para una esquina del living, pero arranco a dibujarlo y se convierte en algo diferente. En la música, a veces junto tres pedacitos muy pequeños de melodías o sólo un par de palabras, las repito, las doy vuelta y sale una canción. Eso es lo divertido: que nunca sabés en qué va a terminar, y tenés que experimentar para lograr algo copado. Aunque parezca simple porque sólo es rock y pop, es un proceso muy artístico.

MI AMIGA, LA OSCURIDAD

El último disco de The Rasmus no sólo significó una vuelta al ruedo, sino también a sus raíces clásicas. Aunque el grupo se haya formado en 1994 y salieron otros ocho álbumes antes de “Dark matters”, recién en 2001 -con “Into”- se metieron a fondo con los sintetizadores y los sonidos melancólicos. Luego llegó el exitoso “Dead letters” (2003), que los terminó de consagrar en el mundo con canciones como “In the shadows”, “Guilty” y “First day of my life”.

Aún quince años después de su grabación y con varios lanzamientos en el medio, no sorprende que hayan vuelto a usar el viejo logo y una imagen lo-fi en la tapa. “En el fondo de nuestras mentes, nos sentimos como cuando escribimos ese disco y ‘Hide from the sun’ (2005). Las influencias de los 2000 estuvieron ahí, casi sin ser conscientes”.

-Escribiste “Black days” sobre estar alejado de tu hijo mientras te vas de gira. ¿Cómo lidiás con eso en tours tan largos como el actual?

-(Piensa). Hoy todos en la banda tenemos familias. Es muy diferente a hace varios años, que sólo me preocupaba por mí. Ahora me toca encargarme de la vida de alguien más, y es una responsabilidad muy grande. Me genera un montón de emociones hermosas y también estrés. Pero por ejemplo, recién me mandaron un video de mi hijo haciendo por primera vez “rrrrrrrrrr-rrrrrrrr” (imita el sonido). Me reí mucho, porque hace más de un mes que no lo veo. Es una “tristeza positiva”, y me da la energía necesaria para hacer más conciertos. Son sentimientos muy fuertes para escribir letras, y cuando estoy lejos de las cosas aprendo a apreciarlas más. Es también lo que te decía sobre Finlandia. Llego a pensar: “¿Qué pasa si lo pierdo?”, y me doy cuenta de la importancia. Durante esta gira europea estuvimos escribiendo un montón de canciones, y fue genial y muy inspirador pasar tanto tiempo con los fans. Incluso ahora, al hablar con vos, estoy cerca del lugar del show y ellos me miran mientras hacen la fila, pensando: “¿Por qué carajos se queda frente al colectivo de gira?” (risas). Creo que estos cuatro o cinco temas suenan como el viejo Rasmus. Me encanta eso, y está bueno tener los pies sobre la tierra. Tocar en estos lugares rockeros e íntimos es ‘la posta’”.

-Entonces, imagino que no falta demasiado para el nuevo disco.

-(Piensa). Sí, pero cada vez que prometo algo tarda en concretarse, aunque ya hay varios conceptos. Lo que también es importante, aparte de las canciones, es que el grupo se sienta bien. Todos los días hablamos sobre las posibles portadas y los videos, así que no creo que falte tanto, pero con nuestra banda siempre lleva más tiempo. Por ejemplo, vamos a lanzar el álbum en varios países y trataremos de coordinar para que en todos se estrene al mismo tiempo. Cuando se termine de grabar, van a pasar al menos seis meses hasta que se lance. Es algo bastante ridículo en un mundo en el que todo avanza tan rápido.

-Claro. Los sellos siempre evalúan la mejor fecha para que salga desde el punto de vista del marketing, así que cuando empezás a girar, las canciones ya son “viejas”.

-Exacto, totalmente de acuerdo. Pero por otro lado, en este tour hay temas con veinticinco años, y eso es verdaderamente antiguo (risas). A veces me averguenzo de algunas canciones porque pienso que las letras eran demasiado infantiles, o siento que no están buenas. Por otro lado, tenía quince o dieciséis cuando las escribí: aunque soy la misma persona, estaba arrancando mi vida y no sabía mucho. Ahora tienen otro significado en lugares como el Reino Unido, porque ellos entienden las letras al 100%. Hay un tema en el que hablo de no ir a la escuela cada lunes -se refiere a “F-F-F-F-Falling”-, y no compondría eso ahora, pero debo aceptarlo porque es parte de mi juventud y de lo que fui.

-¿Y seguís disfrutando de cantarlos en vivo?

-Sí, y hay una parte acústica en la mitad del show donde nos ponemos a hacer cosas que nos piden los fans, generalmente a través de carteles o cantitos.

-Como “Sophia”, ¿verdad?

-Claro. Esa fue complicada porque nadie se la acordaba, pero nos divierte improvisar sobre el escenario y aflojarnos. Después hay otra enteramente en finés, que la escribimos en una fiesta casera muy borrachos a los quince (risas). Es una letra muy divertida sobre sexo, y fue muy gracioso ver a los ingleses intentando cantarla. Nuestro público intenta pasarla bien, más que cortarse las muñecas. Aparte de que tengamos letras oscuras, la música trata de levantarte el ánimo. Hablamos de cosas muy tristes y dolorosas, pero si tenés problemas y escuchás música feliz, por lo general te sentís peor. En muchas canciones podés encontrar un alma gemela o un compañero, y es muy reconfortante. Esa emoción termina sacándote adelante y dándote alas, como me pasó a mí con el videito de mi hijo.

-Ya que mencionás las alas, ¿cómo fue que empezaste a ponerte plumas en la cabeza?

-Creo que la primera vez fue hace veinticinco años, tenía el pelo blanco y eran del mismo color. Para mí son un símbolo de libertad, casi una herramienta mágica. Cuando las uso hago cosas que en la vida real no puedo, son como mi especie de alter-ego de superhéroe (risas). Hace bastante que no me las pongo, pero ahora tengo una colgando del cuello. El colectivo está lleno de plumas y de objetos relacionados con los cuervos, porque todas las noches los fans me regalan eso. Así que tengo una pila de plumas que no sé dónde poner (más risas).

-¿Es verdad que en un momento te las robaban?

-Sí, de hecho pasó la primera vez que fuimos a Latinoamérica. Ahí se me abalanzaron y me empezaron a tirar del pelo para arrancármelas. Fue con buenas intenciones, aunque en ese momento sentí que era demasiado (risas). Una vez también robaron mi sombrero y me enojé mucho. ¡Si realmente querés a alguien, no hacés esas cosas! Puede ser “cool” tener algo así… pero es cruzar un límite.

-En conclusión, lograste algo increíble: al principio los fans te arrancaban las plumas de la cabeza, y ahora te las regalan de a docenas.

-(Carcajadas). ¡Buen remate! Y estoy muy ansioso por volver a la Argentina, más que nada porque en la gira europea dimos unos seis shows por semana, despertándonos cada día en una ciudad distinta. Así que vamos a llegar allá muy afilados.

The Rasmus presentará “Dark matters” el viernes 9 de noviembre en el Teatro Vorterix, con Le Temps como invitados. Las entradas se consiguen a través de AllAccess.

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Urna funeraria en forma de dinos, llamada "urna Pergamon". Siglo II a.C., Pérgamo. Mármol. H.: 97,4 cm.; D.: 167 cm.

La monumental urna está decorada con lenguas, bandas de hojas y trenzas, así como un friso de quince jinetes. El objeto es similar a las urnas funerarias de mármol del ático del siglo IV a.C. Probablemente contenía los restos del difunto. Encontrado en Pérgamo durante el reinado del sultán Mourad I (1359-1389), contenía dos urnas de alabastro llenas de oro, hoy conservadas en Hagia Sophia en Estambul.

Donación del sultán Mahmoud II al rey Luis Felipe, 1837

Departamento de antigüedades griegas, etruscas y romanas del Musée du Louvre

Número de entrada LP 1739

(habitual no Ma 2905)

Información del museo.