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Being organized and protecting your crucial documents are essential in today's corporate world. A dependable office filing cabinet is a need whether you're running a busy corporate office or working from home. Steel filing cupboards have become incredibly popular among the many materials used to make office furniture because of their toughness, security features, and slick looks.

This blog post will discuss the top 10 steel office filing cupboard that not only offer plenty of storage but also guarantee the security and safety of your priceless papers.

1. 3-drawer steel file cabinet by Hirsh Industries

A 3-drawer steel file cabinet by Hirsh Industries combines cost and security. It's a great option for individuals wishing to secure their files on a budget thanks to its lockable drawers and sturdy steel structure.

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2. Lorell Lateral File Cabinet with 2 Drawers

For offices with little space, the Lorell 2-drawer lateral file cabinet is ideal. The drawers have locks for enhanced security, and the steel body and interlocking mechanism assure stability.

3. Sandusky Lee Lateral File Cabinet, 600 Series

The Sandusky Lee 600 Series Lateral File Cabinet features multiple drawers and a strong steel frame. For high-capacity storage requirements, its anti-tip feature and robust locking system make it ideal.

4. Office Dimensions Metal 3-Drawer File Cabinet

The Office Dimensions 3-Drawer Metal File Cabinet is a standout option if you're looking for a clean and contemporary alternative. Its steel design guarantees longevity, and the drawers can be locked to protect documents.

5. HON Vertical 4-Drawer File Cabinet

The HON 4-Drawer Vertical File Cabinet is renowned for its space-saving vertical design. It guarantees both functionality and security with its steel ball-bearing suspension and lock system.

6. 4-Drawer Fire-Resistant File Cabinet from FireKing Patriot

The FireKing Patriot 4-Drawer Fire-Resistant File Cabinet is a top choice for protecting your documents from fire risks. It has a strong steel frame and provides fire protection for your valuable documents.

7. Steel Lateral File Cabinet 2-Drawer Space Solutions

An easy-access, well-organized 2-drawer steel lateral file cabinet is available from Space Solutions. Your documents are kept safe and well-organized by its steel body and reliable locking system.

8. Poppin Stow 2-Drawer File Cabinet

The Poppin Stow 2-Drawer File Cabinet is a sleek steel alternative for a filing cabinet that is both fashionable and practical. It comes in a range of colors to match your office decor and has a contemporary design with safe locking drawers.

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9. 4-Drawer Steel File Cabinet from Scranton & Co.

The 4-Drawer Steel File Cabinet from Scranton & Co. is a sturdy alternative with plenty of room for your paperwork. Peace of mind is offered by its steel construction and safe locking mechanism.

10. Premium Vertical File Cabinet by Realspace

The Realspace Premium Vertical File Cabinet brings our list to a close. It provides vertical storage, has a strong lock, and is made of sturdy steel, making it a dependable option for protecting your data.

Conclusion

Organization and document security can both benefit from a steel office filing cupboard. Think about things like storage capacity, security features, and aesthetics when choosing one for your workstation. These top 10 steel filing cabinets are made to accommodate a range of requirements, ensuring that your crucial documents are always safe and easily accessible.

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From sleek and modern designs to timeless classics, the steel furniture manufacturers in UAE offer a wide range of options to suit every style and preference. Whether you're furnishing your home, office, or commercial space, their expertly crafted pieces will elevate your space with their impeccable craftsmanship and unparalleled quality.

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it's maid day so here's 621 in a maid dress and rusty suffering

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Every so often, Rusty would manage to convince Raven to "meet up" outside of sorties to "hang out".

The reason for the quotation marks there was that Raven didn't know that they met up to hang out. Rusty usually had to couch his requests in mission speak... and, admittedly, pay Raven afterwards to maintain the innocent deception. It was always a pittance, and Raven was under the impression that he was doing Rusty a favour by giving him a "buddy discount" (his words, not Rusty's), which made it seem like it was Raven manufacturing reasons to "meet up" by accepting clearly bogus missions for 100 COAM a piece-

Okay, this is getting complicated.

To simplify: they were both two very messed up guys who had no idea how to make friends normally, so Rusty did triple layers of subterfuge to hang out with the one person who was unrelated to the tangled hot mess that was his spy life on Rubicon, while Raven was unable to socialise outside of mission objectives and parameters.

They went on a lot of 'geographical surveys' together, is what he's saying.

It was enough to have the Vespers notice, but not exactly suspicious. From what Rusty had gleaned from Pater's sly jibes and Hawkin's poorly concealed smiles, they thought he and Raven were running off to secluded areas to have wild, passionate sex in each other's cockpits. Technically it was against company policy, but they were out on the frontiers. It was likely considered an acceptable misdemeanour to let Rusty blow off steam harmlessly - and a potential hook to sway Raven more towards an Arquebus bias.

Rusty didn't disabuse them of their assumption. It made things easier, really. He said 'I'm going on another geological survey with Raven, he requested my presence' and O'Keeffe would wave him off with 'okay just don't take all night again'. Snail would take one look at 'geological survey' and 'V.IV Rusty' and 'Raven' on the mission report and promptly lose interest - by now it was a short hand for 'V.IV is making a booty call'.

It let him take his time. He'd meet Raven, but then move on and spend a few hours elsewhere without needing to think of an excuse - because everyone would assume he was fucking Raven.

Honestly - he wished.

But no, their meetings were as chaste as things could be. They had scoped out a few good locations to meet - shielded from the wind, the snow, and allowing them to spend a few hours outside of their ACs - but they made sure to alternate them in a random pattern, just in case Balam or some enterprising independent mercenary got any ideas. Every time they met up, Rusty would bring what little he could for entertainment, a few bottles of smuggled Rubicon moonshine, and they would just... talk and chill.

...and then one meet up, Raven turned up in a dress.

-

The meeting spot they chose this time was an old yet mostly intact building situated in the shadow of a sky grid. The building was built of concrete and insulating material, the interior lukewarm compared to the frigid climes outside, and had likely been a school, once upon a time.

Rooms with desks and chairs, hallways with lockers, an old gym where the wooden floors had long since rotted and the ceiling half-caved in, and dark labratories where the chemical cabinets had been broken into, their contents long since emptied and leaving bare shelves and discoloured, empty glass jars.

It was one of their more favourite meeting spots, and Rusty had arrived first this frigid evening. He had parked STEEL HAZE outside the building, the AC sat in a low squat and partially concealed behind the multi-story building. Rusty had clambered out and trudged his way inside, makign for their usual meeting spot inside: the headmaster's office.

It was still relatively intact. An old, oaken desk that had withstood the ravages of time, a sofa where the springs had gone flat but wasn't moth-eaten, and a large window where the glass was frosted over but still intact. The carpet was stained, though, and the bookcases lining the wall were lacking books - moisture had gotten in here at some point, and the books had decayed into something mushy, but otherwise the room was serviceable for their meeting.

Rusty sat down on the sofa, resting his boots on the creaking coffee table, and stared out the window. The building sighed and creaked around him, the wind howling as it rattled the window, giving a sense of lonely isolation. Rusty just cracked open one of the moonshines he had brought with him, drinking straight from the bottle. He didn't like thinking about why Rubiconian settlements were so eerily abandoned.

He got through half the bottle by the time he heard the telltale growl and rumble of an arriving AC. His confirmation came when a data exchange request zipped to his implants, coming from Network ID: 04-23-621. Raven.

Rusty accepted it. There was no verbal communication or anything like that, and admittedly Raven was the first and only time he'd ever used his implants like this, but it was just an.. acknowledgement? Regardless, he accepted the request, Rusty felt a vague sort of 'okay', and the connection dropped as quickly as it was formed. Raven's way of saying 'hello', he supposed.

Made him wonder if there was a level of incompatibility between Old and New Gen. Rusty had heard Old Gen had a weird sort of 'telepathy' capability with each other, but no such thing existed with the New Gens. Rusty didn't know the science behind it, but Coral was well known for being able to store insane amounts of data and transporting it near-instantaneously across vast distances, whereas the 'Coral Substitute' used in New Gens could... not do that. A fact that the UEG was eternally sour over, after Arquebus had unveiled it with much fanfare.

(In fact, the 'Coral Substitute' was barely a substitute at all. The only thing it could do was successfully augment a human... to a fraction of what an Old Gen's performance was like, yes, but it was still something. The massive amount of energy, data storage, and quantum characteristics were still a work in progress)

In any case, the "telepathy" would've been useful to have, but ultimately Rusty was relieved. There were all kind of horror stories about Old Gens being susceptible to 'neural-hacks', and Rusty quite liked having complete control over his own mind and thoughts, thank you. It was the only thing he could claim to actually own in this capitalistic hellscape of a galaxy.

He continued sipping through his bottle of moonshine as he waited. It was quiet, Raven no doubt parking up STALKER beside STEEL HAZE and likely making his way up here. He was a slow walker - incredibly slow - so Rusty had all but finished the bottle by the time he heard footsteps shuffle towards the office.

Rusty felt loose and relaxed, pleasantly warm, and he slid his boots off the coffee table and set the empty bottle down on it just as the door creaked open. Tone light and slightly drawling, he looked up with a: "About time you-"

He stopped.

Raven stood in the doorway, staring at him with that bland, emotionless stare of his. That wasn't what gave Rusty pause. It was his- outfit.

"Uh, buddy. Your... clothes..." Rusty said very slowly, his gaze fixed on Raven's torso. The moonshine hadn't been that strong, had it? He knew some batches could cause hallucinogenic effects, but Rusty was Rubiconian. It'd take more than one bottle to cause that in him.

Raven looked down and plucked at said clothes, black fabric pinched between gloved fingers.

It looked cheap - the sort you'd find on the rack at a local supermarket on Earth. It was too shiny, and Rusty could see how the fabric had creased horribly from where it had been neatly folded up in its packaging, giving it the look of a crisp packet or something similar. It didn't fit right either - a bit too baggy at the chest, since Raven lacked the assets to fill it, and loose around the hips, since he barely had any. It was long at the knee too, the skirt stopping just shy of an inch above his ankle - not that it showed any skin, as Raven was still wearing his usual steel-capped combat boots, the laces loosely tied up and dangling messily.

After another few seconds of shocked staring, Rusty belatedly realised that Raven was in some fascimile of a maid outfit. The 'sexy' kind, except it was clearly for someone taller and, um, curvier than him, so it negated the 'sexy' and came across as homely instead. Either way, the effect was the same: stunning Rusty into silence.

Raven looked up, his blank expression saying he saw nothing strange about all this. He pulled at the hem of his gloves - his usual ones, black leather with steel stitched over the knuckles - before crossing his arms. The only saving grace was that he was wearing a jacket, unzipped of course, but it just clashed with the whole ensemble.

Weirdly, Rusty couldn't help but be reminded of those animated shows Pater covertly watched in the office when Snail wasn't around: anime? He was pretty sure he saw a character in one of his shows dressed like this, except it had been a female maid armed with an ancient AK-47 shooting zombies, not an AC pilot.

"Um," Rusty tried. After another pause, he cleared his throat and said: "What's with... the outfit?"

Raven just shrugged, and unfolded his arms to shuffle towards the sofa. Rusty just watched as Raven sat down on the other end... and slouched, his legs spreading. Rusty had to fight the urge to lean over and pull the hem of his skirt down from where it hitched up.

Thankfully, it at least revealled he was wearing thick, woollen stockings underneath... Raven wasn't wandering around without any form of pants, thank god.

After a pause, Raven dug into his jacket pocket and typed languidly on his communication's device: "I was told this is customary to wear on 'Maid Day'."

Rusty didn't know where to begin.

"Who- told you that?" Actually, he knew exactly where to begin. "Walter? Did- did Walter put you in that?"

He knew there was something skeevy going on between him and Raven, but to think he was forcing Raven - who had no choice but to obey him, thanks to his indentured servitude - to dress up to satisfy his desires... was he even-!?

"No." Raven gave him an odd look. "It was the men."

"The- men?"

"The men."

Rusty stared. Raven did not elaborate.

just leave it alone, Rusty, a voice that sounded a lot like Uncle muttered, just leave it alone...

He couldn't, though. Once you dumped a mystery, no matter how bizarre or comical, Rusty was compelled to peel it apart and devour it. He had to know what the fuck was up with all this.

"What men?" Rusty pressed. "Do you know how many men are on this planet? You're not narrowing it down."

Raven shrugged again, but he did, thankfully, elaborate this time: "The men Walter hires to maintain my AC. They belong to RaD."

Oh, okay. That makes se- no wait.

"So, those RaD guys put you in that dress?"

"They told me it was traditional."

"Were they wearing maid dresses?"

"Some of them."

Well, at least it wasn't a pack of perverts ganging up on the clearly very attractive yet naive Raven, Rusty thought darkly. Though, they could still be perverts. Did Walter not vet any of his hires? Then again, pickings were slim on Rubicon if you wanted neutral workers that wouldn't rob you blind the moment you had your back turned...

"Is that all they did?"

Raven just looked increasingly confused. "...is there more to this day? Did they forget to do something?"

"No, no, just..." Rusty sighed. "I wanted to make sure they hadn't done anything, uh... like, you know..."

He dithered over his words. Raven blinked guilelessly at him.

"...inappropriate," Rusty finished in a mumble.

Raven made a small noise of acknowledgement. "I see. No, they didn't sexually harrass me or anything like that. Walter would kill them."

"Ah. Um." Well, okay, maybe Raven wasn't as naive as he thought. "Well. Um. Good?"

Raven gave him a somewhat evaluating look. "Do you like it?"

"Ah?"

"The dress."

"Well, it..." Rusty faltered, then decided he needed another bottle of moonshine for this. He fished out two, handing one over to Raven while keeping the other for himself. "They clearly didn't get your size right."

"It is baggy in places."

"Uh, yeah, I noticed."

"Around the chest."

"Yeah..."

"And the hips."

Rusty coughed. "I noticed."

Raven was staring very intently at him at this point, like he was trying to telepathically convey something to him through sheer force of will, yet was coming up against the impenetrable wall that was called 'frustrating obliviousness'.

"It's basically falling off. The zip doesn't go up all the way on the back."

"Really? I can give you my jacket if you need-"

Raven cut him off with a loud, gusty sigh, and took a large swig of his moonshine. Rusty felt like he'd missed something embarrassingly obvious.

For a few moments, nothing but the howling wind could be heard. Rusty frowned as he sipped his own drink, peeking at Raven and his ill-fitting maid outfit and the general weirdness of the whole thing.

These meetings tended to go like this: they'd sit together, share a few drinks, and Raven would ask him rather strange yet innocent questions about perfectly normal things like they were incredibly alien. What was it like going to school? What was his fondest childhood memory? Had he ever pet a cat before? What was it like working in an office?

Rusty vaguely understood that Gen Fours didn't have pleasant lives in this galaxy, but those kind of questions... it made it seem like Raven had never had a normal life at all, not even a childhood. It made him uneasy to think about, but he indulged Raven all the same. He fed him a pack of lies of course, spinning a yarn about his days growing up on one of the Tau Ceti colonies, but Raven ate it up all the same. It seemed harmless, Raven's curiosity and Rusty's blatant lies.

So this? This was outside the norm. Or it could be Rusty overthinking things. It was probably some silly prank the RaD lot pulled on Raven, unaware that the pilot didn't comprehend the concept of 'social shame'. Raven also lacked social skills, and on more than on occasion accidentally said things that sounded inappropriate, but was just him either being too literal, too blunt, or just unaware of the double entrente he came out with. This was likely one of those times.

"They called this a date."

"..." Okay, well. So much for that. "Those RaD guys?"

"Yes."

Rusty lowered his bottle, resting it against his thigh. He stared straight ahead, thinking about the pointed comments of the other Vespers. It was just that, except Raven lacked social awareness. That's all.

"...this is a geographical survey."

"We're in a building drinking illegal moonshine together."

"We're surveying the interior of this building very intently," Rusty continued, not daring to let himself think this was what he was suspecting it to be. He'd told himself, from the first time he and Raven had met face-to-face and fully understanding just how lacking in agency he was, that he wouldn't dare cross a single line with him. Not like that in any case.

"I even pay you," he added belatedly. He could see Raven typing on his communication device in his periphery. "Because this is a mission."

"I assumed it to be pleasure escort pay."

Oh god. Was that what Raven had thought this was the whole time-!?

"But you don't need to pay me anymore," Raven continued while Rusty internally disintegrated out of sheer horrified mortification (and bewilderment that Raven willingly accepted such low payments he was definitely worth a hundred times what Rusty paid for pleasure escorting). "I enjoy our time together. It's mutually enjoyable. So, it's a date now. That's what the men said."

The men knew too much about Rusty and Raven's personal affairs what the fuck.

"It's okay if you're shy. I'll go as slow as you like, Rusty."

Rusty couldn't even say anything in defence of himself, mute with embarrassment and bright red from mortification. Raven turned his body slightly towards him, and gently rested a hand on his arm.

"I'm sorry if using the dress as a seduction attempt was too risque for you, though. The men said guys like you would like it, and I trusted their judgement."

The men knew too much about Rusty and Raven's personal affairs what the fuck.

"I... uhhh..." Rusty somehow managed to engage his brain. "Um, like- fine. Okay. That's okay. The dress is good. Okay."

Raven's blank expression gained a minutely baffled edge to it.

Good god he wasn't going to be able to look at anyone in the face after this. Rusty rarely misjudged a social situation, and never did he do so this disastrously. He was going to crawl into STEEL HAZE and not come out for days after this.

"I mean." Rusty forced out a sigh. "I'm- you just took me off guard. I'm. Fine with this. Date. Yup. This is a date now. If that's how we'll roll it, I'm cool with that. Cool, cool."

"Rusty. You do not sound or look cool."

"Totally cool," Rusty said tightly, his face feeling hot enough to fry an egg on it. "As a cucumber."

"It's okay, Rusty. I don't mind you being uncool."

Girl, help.

"I thought I was being slick," he suddenly said, unable to keep up the act(?) any longer. "I had it planned out, that you thought these were missions and we both had plausible deniability about the whole thing. We're not emotionally well-adjusted at all, buddy. We're supposed to be weird about this."

"I know."

"But you turned up in a maid dress."

"It is maid day."

"Why didn't you say anything about me paying you like you're a- a feelings prostitute?"

"Because we're not emotionally well-adjusted."

Rusty had no argument against that. He just admitted it, after all.

"It's okay." Raven patted his arm and then leaned back. "We've communicated now, like the men told me too. Next time, we can progress. I'd like to try hand holding."

"...okay," Rusty said, because what do you say in response to such earnestness? He was still grappling with the realisation that Raven thought he was being paid like a prostitute for the past few months.

Raven nodded, like that was that. "I was hoping you would dress up, though."

"For maid day." Rusty didn't say it as a question.

"You would look cute."

"Cute."

"And attractive. You have the waist and hips for it. In fact, this maid dress could fit you? It would be tight, though."

"Raven."

"Hold on. Let me strip."

"Raven-!"

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Can I Follow You Home? - Traitor Primarch Ver. (Modern AU)

If you ask Can I Follow You Home...

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Magnus

If you want to visit Magnus at his mansion in the New Capital, he might scrutinize your email with pursed lips for a while. From the subject line to the signature, and even the style and wording of the text—if you're lucky and what you propose happens to pique his interest, he might allow you to come by with a research proposal for consultation.

Magnus's mansion truly lives up to its original meaning. He won't greet you at the door; instead, he'll instruct you via email which room to go to, explicitly marking areas off-limits without permission. You have to tread carefully as soon as Amon opens the door for you, as you'll sense the space is filled with various antiques, rare books, specimens, and other collectibles. Whether it's hand-copied manuscripts with ink still fresh or prayer books adorned with jewels, the cabinets display a vast array, while numerous scrolls and carvings are sealed behind thick glass.

Amon will lead you to the reception room on the second floor, which, to be honest, leaves hardly any space to walk. The carpet is thick and soft, giving you the sensation of walking on sand. You can be sure there are cats in the house, as you spot cat hair on the couch and objects. However, unfortunately, the mansion is too large, and all the cats have hidden away. Magnus sits on the innermost sofa in the reception room, waiting for you to present your research report. During this time, you can smell the sweet aroma of wine and beeswax, a scent compounded with the heavy dust in the air, almost dizzying.

While he peruses your work, it's strongly advised not to let your gaze linger on areas of the room obviously concealed. If you were to discreetly lift a blanket or push a cabinet to reveal the modern lighting and the opposite cabinet, you'd find various movie props, first edition comics, signed posters by game designers, and perhaps even his secluded gaming den filled with numerous controllers, game boxes, and Blu-ray discs. If you were to really do that... Well, okay, okay, Amon, please show the guest out.

Perturabo

It's hard to imagine Perturabo introducing his house to anyone, but if there's anywhere in the world that brings him peace of mind, it's probably his own steel-reinforced safe house. This house is located at a secret address, accessible only through a long, narrow underground passage.

If you were to actually enter it, you might find yourself completely in the dark. That's because this place requires Perturabo's personal authentication to activate, and there's even an Iron Circle robot at the entrance—whether it can be activated or not is uncertain, but it looks quite formidable. Additionally, there's a rather intimidating set of exoskeletons, making you feel like you've stepped onto a movie set.

After navigating through various security measures, you finally reach an explosion-proof door. Behind this door lies a small room equipped with a separate escape hatch and water pump system, doubling as a precision mechanical workshop. From here, Perturabo can monitor all the activities in his main residence. It's like a doomsday bunker with comprehensive systems for any contingency. Here, Perturabo contemplates or crafts devices in absolute safety and silence, free from any possible disturbance, making it one of the few places where he can find complete tranquility. Sometimes, he spends entire weekends here alone, dedicating his time to constructing and manufacturing machinery. He even manages sleep on a mechanical bench or a hardboard bed. Then, at the beginning of the week, he returns to his regular duties, and of course, the items he manufactures here are never given to anyone.

If you find the space a bit cramped, you can activate the artificial scenery function on the multi-panel screens to display realistic landscapes. However, there's one obvious drawback: Perturabo hasn't equipped the house with any kitchen facilities, so if you're really hungry, you might have to make do with a few biscuits and water.

Fulgrim

Imagine visiting Fulgrim's mansion— which one, though? Let's go with the one he's been favoring lately. The walls of this mansion are painted in dazzling purple, and the satin on the velvet couches shimmers with a soft, enticing glow, but none of this compares to how he looks when he opens the door wearing his cozy housecoat. No more high-heeled boots or leather shoes, just bare feet adorned with a pair of fuzzy deep purple slippers. As you step inside, he'll surely ask you what music you'd like to listen to, and as you ponder which record suits this warm, radiant evening, he'll inquire about your drink preferences and if you'd like some snacks—too many choices might leave you a bit overwhelmed, but Fulgrim has already selected a few that he's perfected. Herbal tea, mille-feuille, a selection of classical recordings from the La Fenice Theater—the needle of the record player gently drops, and you never imagined you'd hear his collection in the home of this opera master.

You might find yourself sitting on a couch that's unbelievably soft, not as tidy as you'd imagine, adorned with dried flowers and fabric samples. But the pillows and cushions you hold emit delightful scents, and he promises to send you home with a sample of his handmade incense. And because the snacks are so delicious, you have to be careful not to eat too quickly. If you're full, you might explore the dressing rooms on the second floor—or should I say, the entire second floor is dressing rooms. Each room has floor-length mirrors and professional lighting fixtures, showcasing a variety of costumes, identical to those seen on the opera stage, down to the hand-sewn details. He'll show you the rooms for shoes and hats, the sheer volume from floor to ceiling is staggering, and you realize Fulgrim can clearly recall which designer or era each piece is from.

And if you're having a delightful conversation with him at this moment, he'd be more than happy to show you his clothing design sketches in the studio on the third floor. But as you step into the study, you might inhale sharply— the room is filled with numerous magazines and movie posters, all featuring his various personas. However, you can't help but admit that none of the pictures in the books seem as vivid and lifelike as the person standing before you.

Lorgar Aurelian

You initially prepared to visit Lorgar and expected it to be a public display, but you ended up at his private residence instead. He waits at the door for you before your arrival, claiming he anticipated this.

Lorgar's actual room is quite modest, even modern. People often forget his profession and find it hard to imagine his modern side. The room is so standard it could pass for a rental in the city, with some potted plants on the balcony. You gaze at him in his high-neck sweater, feeling a bit surprised—it's an uncommon sight.

There's still a faint scent of incense in the air, much like what you often smell in Word Bearer churches. Under Lorgar's gaze, you might need to change into slippers and shoe covers before entering. His bookshelf isn't stocked with books but scattered with wooden or metal ornaments, making you realize he has a habit of discarding or burning books after reading them. Interestingly, there are some modern-looking self-help and popular psychology books on the shelf, which Lorgar might explain are for Angron.

There are very few electronic devices in his home, not even digital clock screens, still relying on a very quaint chiming clock and occasionally using an old laptop and a fax machine for work. Judging by the dust, it seems Lorgar doesn't use them often. When you inquire about this, he mentions he still prefers handwritten letters. If you ask, he might even show you the Word Bearer seal. Interestingly, the ink pens and other items he uses daily are all handmade. As you approach the desk, you can smell a distinct classical ink scent. However, he expresses regret that he can't offer you any souvenirs—after all, his handwriting and signature are too precious, and you wouldn't know what to do with a true relic.

Angron

The idea of visiting Angron's home was rather nerve-wracking, to say the least. Honestly, if it weren't for the TV station's insane idea of doing this special program, chances are you wouldn't have had the opportunity to explore. However, what was likely aired on the show probably wasn't what you truly saw today. The Nuceria Wrestling League probably wanted to stage more stimulating scenes for the audience, so they might have taken away some items from here later and set them up elsewhere for shooting.

You shift your gaze back to the house in front of you, evidently arranged by Nuceria as Angron's residence, a luxurious apartment. Angron storms out of the bathroom, still dripping with water. He seems entirely unwilling to bother drying himself off. You can see water seeping onto the floor, clearly cleaned regularly by Nuceria's arranged personnel, replacing the vases and cabinets Angron smashes with new ones. No matter how roughly he treats the space he occupies, it returns to its original state after a while—you even feel that might be the reason for his anger.

You glance at the dining table, where Angron's previously endorsed cereals and protein bars lie. But you're pretty sure he doesn't eat them himself. Even the entire kitchen looks brand new, untouched by him, but you know another wrestler, Kharn, and their agent, Ms. Sarrin, sometimes use it to prepare simple meals.

The bathroom Angron just came out of doesn't have many bathing supplies; instead, it's stocked with bandages and painkillers you wouldn't typically find in a household. Next door is an entire home gym, a rarity, with a variety of exercise equipment dazzling the eyes, and the battered punching bag makes you shudder. Angron would smirk and say this place is just for show, with only the punching bag being somewhat useful. His real training is obviously in a more professional gym, and this place is probably just an assumption made by Nuceria.

You're surprised to see a cramped compartment, seemingly originally used as a small storage room. But when you discreetly open the door, you discover a hidden world inside. There are many scribbled to-do lists and tips from counseling centers, and a few crumpled manuals on the table. There's a pen holder made from a crushed soda can, with two or three stubby pencils inside. Before you can figure out what exactly this place is for, Angron grabs you by the scruff like a rabbit and drags you out.

Konrad Curze

In a sense, his home could even be considered a tourist attraction—if you're a fan of urban legends or folk horror radio shows, you've probably heard of the infamous haunted mansion at 50 Berkeley Square. Its notoriety isn't just historical; it's also connected to Konrad Curze. Some say he lived there, while others claim Curze himself is the source of the eerie tales about the mansion... Urban legends only get more mysterious as they circulate. If you're a social media influencer or a haunted house explorer, or even if you're looking to invest in real estate and have enough courage, perhaps you could try entering.

Of course, the faint-hearted should go during the day, but the brave, unafraid of death, can choose nighttime. The atmosphere and the gusts of fog alone are enough to make one gulp down a pot of tea, and as you shiver while trying to push open the mansion's front door, only to find it immovable, you might need a helping hand or a ladder to climb through the broken window on the east side—actually, Curze usually exits from here; he doesn't have much of a concept of using the front door, but he's rather fond of the gargoyle on the roof.

There are appliances in the house, and you can even try turning on the lights, but you must be wary of potential electrical hazards, as you have no idea where the wires are connected, definitely not to code. There are suspicious marks on the wooden floorboards—let's refuse to ponder whether they're claw marks or bloodstains, carefully avoiding all hazardous areas, and you'll find that the mansion is like a massive secret chamber or maze. Many of the upholstered or leather furniture pieces are either covered in dust or in a state of disrepair. A large portion of them is even strewn across the floor, blocking your path. After finally maneuvering past the creaky floorboards and reaching the kitchen, you're pleasantly surprised to find that not only are the lights functioning, but the fridge is also plugged in! However, after noticing the suspicious traces seeping from the fridge and cabinets, perhaps it's better not to open them...

You turn to look at the kitchen utensils on the countertop—they're quite new, most likely brought over by Fulgrim, who is always dedicated to getting Curze's life back on track. You're certain the bath salts strewn everywhere in the bathroom and the torn bath bombs are also his doing. As you contemplate further exploration of the other rooms in the house, Curze, who has suddenly appeared on the sofa, emits a hissing sound, forcing you to stop in your tracks. He blends completely into the darkness, using the unplugged wires to tell you he doesn't like too much light in the house. Curze curls up on the torn sofa, the once black and yellow fuzz now darkened and scattered from the overturned cushions.

Mortarion

If you're one of his trusted Deathshroud laboratory assistants, you might get the chance to visit his private residence. You'd disembark in the backyard, not at the front gate. Upon entering, you might initially think it's a karesansui garden. However, upon closer inspection, you'd discover that the tiered flower beds and foliage are actually arranged in intricate geometric patterns, following the mysterious Fibonacci sequence found in nature. You'd notice many plants with peculiar shapes or overly vibrant colors, and your intuition would tell you to stay far away from them. Mortarion breathes in the air of the courtyard through his mask, his fingers almost grazing the plants.

After circling the garden, you'd enter his home. It's eerily quiet, to the point where you can hear the chirping of insects from the courtyard. Mortarion is wearing nothing but a thin plain robe indoors, which obscures his overly pale skin, giving off an unsettling chill.

He would draw the curtains when the sun rises, shrouding the interior in dim shadows. You might find yourself unable to resist looking at the printed numerical sequences on the walls of his room, as well as the insects and plant specimens framed in display cases. And the darker the environment, the more lifelike they appear. If you stare long enough, you might almost feel as if they're about to flutter their wings at any moment. As you walk along the walls, you'd come across a fish tank illuminated only by scenery and a dim green light, devoid of any fish. Just as you can't help but wonder what happened in there, you catch a faint whiff of formaldehyde from the closed door nearby.

At that moment, dusk sets in. Mortarion suddenly pulls back the curtains, startling everyone present. Yet, he casually produces homemade wine from the courtyard. If you're lucky enough, you might be treated to these drinks alongside other visiting Deathshroud members—you all instinctively don't think to refuse such a possibility.

Horus Lupercal

Horus's current residence is the result of a black market deal after a fire many years ago, but now it's deemed 'completely legitimate and legal,' with records in the Luna Wolves' archives even documenting the hefty property taxes they dutifully pay.

The overall style of the house bears a striking resemblance to the Wolves' old home in Sicily, likely because Sejanus and others brought over a fair amount of furniture from there. They even had a massive oven installed for occasional nostalgic pizzas or bread reminiscent of home. Whenever Horus needs to meet privately with the Mournival, it's almost always held in the ground floor of this house. They would sit around a long table, surrounded by paintings by artists who once owed substantial debts, hanging on the walls and ceiling. Torgaddon once quipped that while meetings in this environment were bearable, eating was out of the question—prompting an immediate reprimand from Abaddon.

If you're one of Horus's trusted confidants, you might have the chance to see the final painting in that series, displayed alone in his living room. Surprisingly, his room doesn't entirely adhere to the style of the rest of the house; it's more minimalistic, with fewer decorative furnishings, featuring only a bookcase, a bed, a clothes rack, a drinks cabinet, and a table. The bookcase holds a collection of epic, literary, and historical works. If you catch him in a good mood, he might allow you to pour a drink or help him hang up his suit jacket. Whether to add ice, how much ice to add, whether to send it to the dry cleaners, and where to hang it all become matters of importance. And if you get it right, Horus might relax a bit, loosen his tie, and share the story behind the painting with you. But the test has only just begun; either stay silent and listen carefully or ask the most precise questions to help him tell the story he's told a thousand times before. And if you happen to mention some keywords he doesn't like, then all efforts will be in vain. Remember, caution is key.

Alpharius

You walk into a room.

As for what kind of room it is, you feel it's a bit like an employee dormitory, yet also reminiscent of a single room in a budget hotel.

It looks completely fine. Neat, clean, with items that are ninety percent new, not overly pristine to make it difficult to use, yet appropriately lacking a sense of warmth. You attempt to turn on the lights in the room, only to discover that all the power sockets perfectly match your lifestyle, requiring almost no additional adapters or special interfaces. Speaking of interfaces... where is your phone? Realizing this, you glance at the coffee table and the cabinet above it, noticing that the room is not equipped with any telephones.

You suspect your phone might be in the pocket of your coat, so you try to open the wardrobe in the room. Inside, there are three hangers, each holding your outerwear for different seasons, perfectly matching your size and dressing habits. However, they are all brand new, without any signs of being worn.

Despite thinking it's impossible, you still check the pockets of these clothes. In the inner pocket of your winter coat, you find a business card. There's only one name on the card.

You feel a dizzy spell. How long has it been since you last ate? A wave of weakness washes over you, and you collapse onto the unwrinkled bed.

You wake up to the sound of your own phone ringing. As you regain consciousness, you find yourself lying in your most familiar bed. The scent, the pillows, the blankets all make you feel incredibly safe. You sigh with relief, realizing you've just had a strange dream - but it's all over now, isn't it? You pick up your phone, intending to freshen up.

After a moment, you realize there seems to be something under your phone.

It's a business card.

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The lost village street of Penn Yan

By Jonathan Monfiletto

From the site of a planing mill that produced grape baskets, caskets, and furniture to a short existence as an even shorter Penn Yan village street to a private driveway for a private residence – in a nutshell, that is the story of Hopkins Place.

You probably wouldn’t know it now by looking at the Penn Yan Public Library building, but once upon a time there was a street on the south side of the library – created when the library was built in 1905 – from which sprang a lively neighborhood in the first half of the 20th century. Before the library’s construction, though, the site was not any less lively, as it was the location of the Hopkins brothers’ works.

Elisha G. Hopkins was born in Whitestown, Oneida County, but came to Penn Yan as an adult and established his business along Main Street in 1828 on a parcel near the intersection with Chapel Street. The factory started out manufacturing cabinets and chairs and later produced grape baskets and then caskets for the Hopkins undertaking business.

Hopkins’ sons, Fletcher and Edward, succeeded their father at the helm of the business in 1868, just three years before Elisha died. At age 78, the elder Hopkins apparently died while working at the planing mill in 1871. In 1884, the brothers removed the old shop their father built and erected a new office and warehouse for the undertaking business, with the planing mill and lumber storage at the back of the shop.

Indeed, the 1886 Sanborn map of Penn Yan labels the parcel as the “Hopkins Bro’s Coffin Fac.” and depicts a frame building labeled “undertaker” on Main Street with a larger wooden building – labeled as containing woodworking on the first floor and storage on the second floor, with a stone addition – behind it. A frame dwelling adjacent to the undertaking building on the south side was the home of Elisha Hopkins’ widow until her death in 1894.

Edward Hopkins tore down the home in 1900 and replaced it with the current home, presently addressed as 210 Main Street. In 1903, the undertaking business was sold to the Corcoran brothers, and the planing mill was torn down. In 1904, the site of the undertaking building was chosen as the location for the public library – which steel magnate Andrew Carnegie had agreed to finance the year before – as the community banded together purchase the property and donate it for the library.

During the library’s construction, the undertaking building was moved to the rear of the property and renovated into a home that became addressed as 5 Hopkins Place. Two more homes were built behind the library to create a neighborhood on a street called Hopkins Place. The 1909 Sanborn map of Penn Yan shows the three homes behind the library but not the street; the 1922 Sanborn map appears to be the first to depict Hopkins Place.

All in a line behind the library, the homes were initially addressed as 1, 2, and 3 Hopkins Place, but later the addressed were changed to all odd numbers so the homes became 1, 3, and 5 Hopkins Place. All that remained of the Hopkins brothers’ property was a carpenter shop and a carriage house, but those were torn down in the 1930s to make room for a three-car garage at No. 5.

With the public library opened in 1905, the first newspaper reference to Hopkins Place as a village street comes from the Penn Yan Express of April 22, 1914 with a notice of a meeting of the Flower Committee of Penn Yan First Baptist Church at Mrs. Milton Rapalee’s home on Hopkins Place. The following year, the Loyalty Class of Penn Yan Presbyterian Church held its social and business meeting at Mrs. Clarence Messenger’s home on Hopkins Place. Another time, later in 1915, the Loyalty Class met at Mrs. William Snyder’s home, also on Hopkins Place; yet another time, in 1920, the Loyalty Class gathered on Hopkins Place at the home of Mrs. Titus.

Later on in the 1920s, Mrs. Lucy Price hosted a gathering of the Foreign Missionary Society of Penn Yan Methodist Episcopal Church at her home on Hopkins Place. Mrs. Price hosted several more meetings of the Foreign Missionary Society over the years, and meetings of the Dickens Club also took place in her home. The social and personal sections of the newspapers are sprinkled with references to the happenings on Hopkins Place – who was eating dinner with whom, who was going where on vacation, who was moving to and from the street, and other comings and goings of the people.

In a roundup of the village Christmas decorations in The Chronicle-Express of December 26, 1929, Hopkins Places was highlighted as “among the shorter thoroughfares which are gaily attired for the holidays.” The Dickens Club and the Foreign Missionary Society continued to meet at Mrs. Price’s house during the 1930s, and the Ladies Aid Society from the Methodist Episcopal Church met at Miss Ada Smith’s home on Hopkins Place in 1936.

In the 1940s, two sons from Hopkins Place went overseas for military service during World War II. In February 1940 – before America officially entered the war – 20-year-old Harold Jensen sailed to Hawaii aboard the USS Republic to be stationed at Hickam Field with the Army Air Corps. December 1940 found Fred Goundrey at Fort Jackson in Columbia, South Carolina with the Army. Jensen was a witness to the Japanese attack on the Pearl Harbor naval base near Hickam Field. Meanwhile, Goundrey, 28 years old, was killed in action in France on July 17, 1944. 1959, another Hopkins Place resident and fellow service member, Barbara Hoose, joined the Women’s Army Corps.

In 1971, the Penn Yan Pubic Library purchased the homes behind its building in order to demolish them and install a parking lot. At that point, Hopkins Place changed from a residential street to an entryway to the library. In December 1974, the Penn Yan village board announced a public hearing set for the following month to consider discontinuing maintenance on Hopkins Place, which had never been officially dedicated to the village. The library board, however, asked the village to continue maintaining the street since village residents use it to access the library. In April 1975, the library conveyed a strip of its property to the village so the village could widen the street and maintain it.

According to The Chronicle-Express of February 1, 1989, the village board once again set a public hearing to consider discontinuing Hopkins Place, calling it “a village-owned street that is no longer in use” and in fact was blocked off by two adjoining property owners. The village board appears to have succeeded in discontinuing Hopkins Place this time around, as this is the last mention of Hopkins Place in the newspapers and Hopkins Place is no longer a village street nowadays. What once was a village street is now the driveway for the home next door to the library on its south side, where the Hopkins family once lived.

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What is main things to clean a kitchen?

Keeping your kitchen clean is essential for maintaining a healthy and pleasant cooking environment. Regular cleaning not only ensures that your kitchen remains hygienic but also helps prevent the buildup of grime, which can lead to unpleasant odors and potential health hazards. To efficiently clean your kitchen, it's important to focus on several key areas and use the right tools and techniques. This guide will walk you through the main tasks involved in kitchen cleaning, offering tips and answering common questions to help you maintain a spotless kitchen.

What is the Necessary Things You Need In The Kitchen

Counters and Surfaces: Start by clearing off all countertops, including any small appliances, utensils, and food items. Use a kitchen cleaner or a mix of mild soap and water to wipe down surfaces. Pay attention to areas around the sink, stove, and backsplash where spills and splatters can accumulate.

Sink: The sink often harbors bacteria and food particles. Scrub the sink with a non-abrasive cleaner or a mixture of baking soda and water. For a sparkling finish, you can also use a solution of vinegar and water. Don’t forget to clean the faucet and handles, as these are frequently touched areas.

Stovetop: Remove burner grates and knobs if you have a gas stove. Soak them in soapy water and scrub away any grease or residue. For electric stoves, wipe down the surface with a suitable cleaner, ensuring you don’t use excessive moisture that could damage electrical components.

Oven: Clean the interior of the oven periodically to avoid the buildup of burnt food and grease. Use an oven cleaner or a homemade paste of baking soda and water. For self-cleaning ovens, follow the manufacturer’s instructions to activate the cleaning cycle.

Refrigerator: Empty the refrigerator and discard any expired or unwanted food. Wipe down shelves and drawers with a mixture of water and mild detergent. Clean the exterior and handles with an all-purpose cleaner.

Flooring: Sweep or vacuum the kitchen floor to remove crumbs and debris. Mop the floor using a cleaner suitable for your flooring type (tile, laminate, etc.). Make sure to rinse the mop frequently to avoid spreading dirt around.

Garbage and Recycling: Regularly empty the trash and recycling bins to prevent odors and bacterial growth. Clean the bins themselves with soap and water to remove any residual grime.

Small Appliances: Wipe down small appliances like toasters, microwaves, and coffee makers. For appliances with removable parts, such as toaster trays or microwave turntables, wash them separately.

Frequently Asked Question

How often should I clean my kitchen?

It’s best to do a quick clean daily—wipe down surfaces, wash dishes, and sweep the floor. A more thorough cleaning should be done weekly, including scrubbing the sink, stovetop, and refrigerator. Monthly or quarterly, address deep cleaning tasks like oven cleaning and organizing cabinets.

What’s the best way to clean greasy kitchen cabinets?

To clean greasy cabinets, use a mixture of warm water and dish soap. For stubborn grease, add a bit of baking soda to the solution. Apply with a soft cloth or sponge, and wipe with a clean, damp cloth to remove any soap residue.

How do I get rid of odors in my garbage disposal?

To eliminate odors, grind up lemon peels or ice cubes in the disposal. You can also use a mixture of baking soda and vinegar, letting it sit for a few minutes before running water through the disposal.

Can I use bleach to clean my kitchen?

While bleach is effective for disinfecting, it’s often too harsh for regular kitchen cleaning. Use it sparingly and always dilute it according to the manufacturer’s instructions. For routine cleaning, stick to milder cleaners to avoid damaging surfaces.

What’s the best way to clean stainless steel appliances?

To clean stainless steel appliances, use a dedicated stainless steel cleaner or a mixture of water and vinegar. Wipe in the direction of the grain and dry with a soft cloth to avoid streaks and water spots.

Conclusion

A clean kitchen is the cornerstone of a healthy and enjoyable cooking experience. By regularly addressing key areas such as countertops, sinks, stovetops, and floors, and utilizing the right cleaning tools and techniques, you can maintain a space that is not only visually appealing but also hygienic. Remember that consistency is key—daily tidying, weekly deep cleaning, and periodic maintenance will keep your kitchen in top shape. By incorporating these practices into your routine and addressing common questions and concerns, you'll ensure that your kitchen remains a safe, efficient, and pleasant place to prepare meals. Happy cleaning!