#The Kleo Hotel

[thekleohotel]

Why The Kleo is the Best Hotel in Chandigarh | Comfort & Luxury Combined

The Kleo Hotel offers the perfect blend of comfort and luxury, making it the best place to stay in Chandigarh. Enjoy premium amenities, exceptional service, and a convenient location for both business and leisure travelers.

[lemonykleonella]

HAZBIN HOTEL? ON MY GERMAN NEWSPAPER?

[lowqualitygarbage]

Established in the early 2000s, the Carmine family manufacturing business had been a powerhouse even before the Great War, garnering lucrative weapons contracts with the government and profiting from civilians stockpiling during the escalating economic stresses. The apocalypse was a minor set-back, and 200-some years later, Carmine weapons are the most trusted source for anything a Wastelander could need to kill someone - from ammo to auto-turrets.

Carmilla Carmine, the current family matriarch and one of the most respected Overlords of the Wastelands, had set her sights on a new resource to provide even more firepower to the masses and caps to line her coffers: the cutting-edge technology of the Army of the Righteous. 

After their exterminations, Wastelanders had learned to give those areas a wide berth, as the Army seeded the area with traps before leaving. Any supplies that weren’t outright destroyed were likely to have a lethal surprise for any scavengers foolhardy enough to try and comb the area. Carmilla spent years studying and analyzing anything she could regarding the Army of the Righteous, and Carmine Weapons Manufacturing has developed secret techniques to go through the No Man’s Land left behind and gather precious resources like broken or abandoned weapons and armor.

[juliensorelapologist]

I finished Kleo on Netflix, and her and Sven made me insane so I wrote a little something

Around an hour after their latest fight / murder attempt, she opens her hotel room door to find Sven standing up in front of her. He doesn’t even look scared, just tired.

“I left all my clothes here. And my money.”

“I could kill you right now.”

“Yeah well. So could a lot of people. I discovered there’s a lot more murderous spies running around than you would think.”

She thinks about it. He’s a fucking traitor - and capitalist scum. He doesn’t believe in anything. It would be so easy to close the door in his face, or to shoot him in the head. Except. Well.

She doesn’t say anything, only stands on the side to let him get in.

He doesn’t even grab his jeans, just lays down on the bed. She lays down beside him, letting a centimeter of space between their bodies. Kleo stares at the ceiling.

“Shouldn’t you go back to your wife and your son?”

“I’m not… We’re probably gonna… they don’t need me right now.”

She's not even jealous. She had been so jealous of Andi’s wife, pregnant and happy and normal, for stealing the life that should have been hers. Probably no reason to feel jealous now since being a KGB spy and shooting her kid’s dad in the head had never been in Kleo’s dreams of a cozy life.

“You’re not a really good dad, are you?”

“I… that’s not really fair, yeah! I love my son!”

And you ditched him to run across the world with a murderer. But yes, it probably isn't fair. He is a better father than most parents she knows, at least than the adults in her life. Had her mother been good? Maybe. She had been so sure of it before that damn last meeting. But she could never imagine discarding so easily a child she had once truly loved. So maybe her mom had never loved her, or maybe she had.

The thing about the past is : she can remember the color of a suitcase at a meeting four years ago, and the face of a woman she barely saw in a corridor, but the other things, the important things, or maybe the details feel like they're all the same sometimes. The house she grew up in and the house she learned to kill in and Jorge and Andi whispering “your grand dad is a great man, you know?”, her grand dad’s hand on her shoulder at ten and at twenty and him pointing a gun towards her and Andi’s shooting her and them dead, looking straight into nothing.

The past all feels the same, and it felt like it was never gonna let her go, until it did. Giving up the suitcase had felt freeing, but it had been for nothing. And here she is, aimless, laying on a bed, laying next to someone who embodied everything she despised in the West. 

She thinks about the story Ramona told her, about dead women and vengeful sirens, and then she thinks about that one movie she watched with Theo.

“I think I shouldn’t have gotten out of prison.” and then, because it isn’t true, she says “I think I’m dead. Like the ghosts in those Japanese stories.”

Somehow, he gets what she says, which is weird because she doesn’t think he watches the same type of movies Theo watches.

“Like the… the vengeful Geisha.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s not. That’s not true. They’re just here for revenge and you. Well you didn’t kill Ramona and you didn’t really want to kill the BND woman, it just… happened.”

He’s pressed on his elbows, surplombing her, his eyes oh so sweet and filled with affection and isn’t that funny? The number of men who looked at her this way before stabbing her in the back?

He struggles with his words a bit more before grabbing her wrist. She holds back the instinct of kicking him in the stomach.

“See? I couldn’t do that to a ghost, yeah? You’re real. You’re real.”

He’s saying it like it’s the most important thing in the world, and maybe it is. A part of her is still angry at him, at everything, kicking and snarling at the world. It’s the part of her that was trained, that’s paranoid, that kept her alive all these years. But she’s not sure what’s the use of a survival instinct now that she doesn’t have anything to survive for, and Sven already betrayed her the only way a guy like him, that throws up when he sees a dead body, ever could, so she puts her head against his chest, and throws an arm across his body and drags him close. He hugs her back, far too comfortable with someone who ran after him with a gun barely an hour before.

She closes her eyes, and breathes deep.

[stinastar]

WIP Wednesday

Here’s a bit from the Bond version of the 5+1 00Q fic, I’m about 1/2 through the first draft.

They’d met with their contact, Kleo, who was both devastatingly gorgeous and tragically immune to James’s charms, and were now getting settled in their rooms in a “quaint, historic” hotel. Q seemed to be quite enamoured with the place on their way in. James felt it was a bit shit, nowhere near his normal standards, but Kleo had assured them it was the best option for their location and needs. His room at least had a minibar, even if it didn’t stock his preferred brands. He had removed his suit jacket and just poured himself a generous glass of whiskey when there was a knock at his door.

“Q! Fancy a drink?” James asked, opening his door to let the other man in.

Q gave a half smile. “Um, no, thank you. What I am after is a good cup of tea, and while this hotel is beautiful and full of history, it is sadly lacking in the refreshments department.”

James smirked. “Oh really?”

“Yes, really. So, while you may be happy to throw back whiskey that is surely several steps below your preferred brands, I have standards. I’m off to the shops in search of proper tea and biscuits. Do you need anything while I’m out?”

James gazed at him with an amused look. “Only your delightful company.”

“Right. I’m sure. Well, I’ll see you when I’m back.”

“Can’t wait!”

Q frowned at him before turning on his heel and leaving the room.

“Do hurry back!” James called after him.

-

@mi6-cafe

[oraclekleo]

Hi lovely how's your trip so far? Does it involve massage/spa? That's what I thought of when people mention they want to relax on a trip 😁

Hello 👋

It's my last day today. I'm going home this afternoon.

I'm indeed in hotel & spa. It's my first and probably last time. I don't like people touching me so any type of massage isn't relaxing at all for me. And it's got and I have to follow the spa procedures schedules and there are so many children in the hotel... I'm looking forward to be back home and with my baby doggies. I'm so exhausted already. I would need another vacation to recover from this vacation 😂

I'm not "normal" vacation type of person, clearly. I'll have to find the type of vacation that actually boosts my energy.

It's not all bad though. My best friend lives locally so we meet every day. Ice cream is good and I had delicious ginger-mint-lime lemonade yesterday. I also finally went to hairdresser an I have new haircut and highlights (light vanilla colour). Today I go for manicure before leaving. I'll come back home prettier 😂

So yeah, for other people massage might be relaxing but it's not for me.

😊

Kleo 🦄

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Power Armor Punch Part Thirty Five

Masterlist

Nick: I see, doll... I see.

Geneveve: So this is Goodneighbor... *freezes when she sees the stage towards the back end of the town with rotten tatoes splattered against the back wall and in the center a crucified and stripped gen 2 synth* Suddenly I don't feel welcome...

Lucille: Hm? Oh gees... yeah, I wouldn't worry. They're petty heavy handed about the Institute but rogue synths are welcome here.

Nick: They probably wouldn't let either of us in of they hated us that much.

Jasmine: (Looking around the town with wide alert eyes, taking in everyone and everything)

Lucille: *walking past the guy still trying to restore an old motorcycle, Daisy's, and Kleo's shop then a man trying to persuade passerby into playing a game of chance* No thanks. I'll take my lot with the wasteland. *smirks*

Nick: *readily following her* So what's the plan?

Lucille: We check in with the mayor and see if he can help persuade Mags to take Geneveve under her wing.

Nick: Right... and you're sure Magnolia would be okay with this...?

Lucille: Please, I'm sure she'd listen to an old flame. *confidently waves her hand*

Nick: *rolls his eyes* You spent one night together- I'd hardly call you an "old flame".

Jasmine: (Glances at Lucille and Geneveve. She figures its a good fit for them to be a singer, they don't seem to like violence… She quickly puts back down her head again, still reeling from the sharp blow)

Geneveve: *looks worried. Worried about what they're going to do if they can't learn to perform from Magnolia. Is there another singer in the Commonwealth they can learn from? Will it be back to the candy shop for them? Back to being derided for being a Synth selling sweets?*

Lucille: *already at the door of the old state house*

Nick: I'm going to rent a room at Rexford so I can tend to Jas's wounds. Take your time. *starts walking off with the teen*

Lucille: Right. Thank you, Nick.

Jasmine: (Holds onto Nick a little tighter, weakly lifting her head once again to nervously glance around at their surroundings. She knows Nick will do his damned best to keep her safe while she is vulnerable and weakened, but she still feels very uneasy… and scared if she was being honest) (Quietly to herself) “Breathe… Dad is here…”

Nick: *nods as they head into Rexford to rent a room*

Lucille: Hey, Han? You in?

Hancock: *was lounging on the couch but he perks up as soon as he hears Lucille call while walking up the stairs* Well look who it is! Come to get into some trouble? Hopefully not disturbing the peace too much in my quaint little slice of paradise- *Sees Geneveve* And who's this lovely lady? Oh- don't tell me- you got Nicky to cross dress. *wide joking grin*

Geneveve: I'm afraid the detective is busy checking in at the hotel-

Hancock: *wraps an arm around Gen's shoulder* Don't worry, I'm just joking. Your face is too fresh to be his beat up mug. And the voice? Way too... how do I put it? Crisp? We'll go with that for now...

Geneveve: *looks at Lucille. Uncertain*

Lucille: Don't worry. He's a friend.

Jasmine: (Closes her eyes tightly and hides her face back in his shoulder, taking in slow breaths so she can stay calm as they enter) (Mumbling) “Raiders got a few good hits in…”

Nick: *whispers to her* I know, doll... *to the receptionist* Room for two, please. *puts down enough caps to cover a night*

Hancock: So what brings you two to Goodneighbor?

Lucille: We're hoping Mags will teach Geneveve how to sing-

Hancock: Magnolia? A teacher?? Either you're joking or I'm incredibly high right now.

Lucille: Hancock, you're always incredibly high.

Hancock: Oh- you wound me, sister. How the hell would I keep this place going if I were?

Geneveve: *raises an eyebrow. Goodneighbor seemed very much full of crime and vice to her. Just a step above gunners according to her system files* You have an interesting definition of that phrase.

Hancock: You think you can run a town? It's a lot of work. A lot of people to keep safe from tyrants, raiders, and the occasional hotshot gunner. It ain't no paradise but at least the people here? They're free. *pats her shoulder* So anyway. You want to try your luck with Magnolia at the Third Rail, huh?

Geneveve: That's right. I want to try singing. Performing on stage.

Hancock: How are you with crowds...?

Geneveve: Crowds?

Hancock: Yeah. Crowds. You'd be in front of a bunch of people. Some might not like ya.

Geneveve: ...I think I can handle them.

Jasmine: (Stays still and quiet, trying to calm the dull pounding in her head and body with her steady breaths. Thats the only thing she can do for the pain from the fight at this point... At the very least she ain’t crying)

Nick: *already taking her to the room*

Hancock: Then you miiight do alright. *starts leading her down the stairs*

Lucille: *follows. Concerned* I hope no one gives her any trouble...

Hancock: I'll give Charlie and Ham some incentive to keep an eye on her... if she gets the part.

Geneveve: Is that the same method you'll use on Magnolia, too? *raises a skeptical eyebrow*

Hancock: If it comes to it, yeah. You seem like a good fit appearance wise in Goodneighbor. We just gotta get you to sing. Or find something else to do on these lovely streets.

Lucille: *suspicious glare*

Hancock: *while leading the synth out the door* Don't give me that. I'm just being coy. Daisy, Kleo, or the fine folks at the Memory Den might be hiring. *smirks*

Jasmine: (Quietly, pain in her voice) “Ughhh… shit…” (She doesn’t think she is injured all THAT bad, although it’s always been hard to tell. Even more so with her sensitivity to pain being way overly frisky for her own liking. Knocked her off her fighting course when a simple punch felt like being smacked by a motorbike)

Nick: *gently lays her out on the bed* Alright doll... let's have a look at those wounds.*glances at her for permission to check, especially the stitches*

Geneveve: *eyes flicker around the part of town they're in, then the subway entrance leading into the doors of the Third Rail* Interesting place for a pub...

Hancock: Well what else are you going to do with an old train station? Practically screaming "Bar," you know?

Jasmine: (Nods her head in affirmation) (Whispering, but with confidence in her voice) “I trust you, you would never hurt me on purpose.” (Closes her eyes and hisses in pain a bit)

Nick: *quiet nod as he lifts her shirt and frowns seeing the dirt on the bandages* Might need to change these. *starts digging into his bag for the necessities*

Geneveve: *her eyes catch Ham's as Hancock escorts her down*

Ham: *warily glances at the synth but nods at the mayor*

Lucille: Ham. *nods*

Ham: Wanderer. *nods back*

Jasmine: (Keeping her eyes tightly closed with the occasional hissy breath between her teeth. She mentally tries to pinpoint her injured spots, but again it’s barely of any use) (Mumbling in a daze) “An angry red head is not going to come in to yell and hit me, right? Oh God please do not let her, I really tried…” (Making sure her hands are kept far away from her body, that urge to scratch is strong)

Nick: Trust me. I'll knock em out the moment they walk in. *gentle smile at her as he steadily replaces the bandages*

Geneveve: *gasps at the sight of the Third Rail as they finally get down the stairs* I suppose I was wrong. A subway station can make a decent bar.

Hancock: What did I tell ya? Beautiful, isn't it?

Magnolia: *nods at the newcomers as she sings her song*

Lucille: *smiles fondly at the singer*

Jasmine: (Nods her head without a smile back, moving both her hands to check her sore shoulder where someone had gotten a good hit. Luckily it didn’t feel popped out of place, although she can do that on command) (Quietly) “Just break her red whistle please…” (Starts checking the rest of her joints for anything out of place, like where the last raider had kneeled on her after almost knocking her out)

Nick: I'll smash it to bits. *gently cleaning the old wounds- luckily her shirt and bandages helped keep the stitches clean for the most part.*

Magnolia: *finishes the song and makes her way back to the bar*

Hancock: Hey, Magnolia. How's the performance business been treating you?

Magnolia: *huffs jokingly* Come to collect taxes? Not like you, Hancock. You're usually less upfront about that. *lights a cigarette*

Hancock: Heh. No. Actually, I was hoping you'd do me a little favor. See- my friend here is looking to learn how to sing-

Magnolia: Sorry- as much as this place needs new talent, I'm not much of a teacher. Besides, they can either sing or not. And other than that charming detective from Diamond City, generation two voices sound like nails on a chalk board. *hasn't even looked in Gen's direction*

Geneveve: You haven't even heard me speak-

Magnolia: *caught off guard by the more smooth nature in Gen's voice. It sounds less processed and stilted- more like a Charlie's speed if she were to compare the two class of robots* Or maybe I'm wrong. *sighs out a puff of smoke* Still, I'm afraid the answer is no.

Jasmine: (Sighs and gently touches her bruised neck with her hands, frowning at how tender it feels. Actually, her entire body is sore to the bone and her head is spinning like a top, but it’s better than feeling shredded to bits. Good thing she put great care into making her jacket so sturdy, that’s why it’s her favorite one) (Quietly) “Good… I really attempted to fight my best…” (Hisses at little at the contact, shuffling a bit)

Nick: Ssh... It'll be alright, kiddo. *redressing her stitches with fresh bandages then starts taking stock of any new open wounds or internal bleeding* You did good out there. *reassuring smile*

Hancock: Ah come on, Magnolia. What if I sweeten the deal for ya?

Magnolia: *raises an eyebrow* In what way?

Hancock: Caps. I pay generously for this lovely lady's singing lessons, you provide 'em. Consider it an investment or support of the town's small entertainment industry. What do you say?

Magnolia: Mm... *still seems hesitant but she's considering it*

Lucille: Wouldn't it be good to have someone on that stage when you're taking a break? Someone to fill the silence?

Magnolia: ...I suppose you have a point.

Jasmine: (Stares up at him with confused look and her hand gently rubbing her sore throat. She gestures over her bruised and bloodied self with her other hand, shaking her head)

Nick: Yes. I'm aware of the damage, but you're still mostly in one piece and very much alive. I would prefer unharmed, but... *regretful sigh* I can't do anything about that.

Magnolia: We'll meet tomorrow morning in the vip lounge- when everyone's gone home to bed or passed out drunk in the street. I need to hear what I'm working with first before we settle anything. *to Hancock* I'll be taking my payment upfront.

Hancock: Of course! You know I'm a man of my word, Mags. *cheeky grin as he hands over a bag of caps* How's 400 sound?

Magnolia: Throw in a drink and you have a deal.

Hancock: *slips a couple of caps towards Charlie* You heard the lady. Get her the usual.

Jasmine: (Weakly nods her head, nervously glancing at the door with her eyes. She opens her mouth to say something, but quickly closes it and looks back down at herself. One of her hands covers the area on her head where the raider had hit, the other is around her waist)

Nick: *starts cleaning the new open wounds. Quietly frowning as he silently blames himself for some of them*

Geneveve: *to Hancock* Why are you helping me so much?

Hancock: Cause I'm just that kind of guy. Plus Goodneighbor can get kind of boring without fresh talent.

Geneveve: *skeptical eyebrow raise*

Hancock: Trust me, you don't want a bunch of chem heads getting bored. Not a pretty sight.

Jasmine: (Hisses again between her teeth and squirms around a little, her grip tightening on herself. She honestly always blames herself for every little mistake that is done, especially during combat. Maybe the Trainer was a perfectionist or just really like putting people down, because no matter how efficient she was, there was always something she got berated for. Always something she could do better… That’s why she kept looking at the door. As if the Trainer would burst in any second with that stick and whistles of hers)

Nick: It's okay, doll... Nobody's coming for you. *being very gentle with her wounds*

Magnolia: I do try my best to keep the masses entertained- don't let the mayor fool you.

Hancock: And the Third Rail wouldn't be the same without you.

Magnolia: *raises an eyebrow* The more you try to flatter me, the more I wonder if this was a whole ploy to replace me.

Geneveve: Wh- That isn't my intention-

Magnolia: Calm down, kid. We're just joking around. *pats Gen's back*

Jasmine: (Hums in response, finding that her voice has stopped working again partly due to the pain of being choked out. Very annoying and frustrating especially when she just had it, but there is nothing she can do but wait for it to comeback. She gives the door one final glance before setting her eyes back on her Dad, blinking slowly)

Nick: *finally gets her patched up and starts putting the supplies away* There. All patched up.

Geneveve: So what now?

Lucille: *dreamily looking at Magnolia* We listen to music and take in the night life of the town.

Magnolia: *rolls her eyes at the thinly veiled flirt* Listen to music I can give you. But that's all. *gets up from the stool and walks to the stage*

Hancock: I'm glad Curie wasn't here to see that. *whistles* Lucille, you dog! *devilish grin*

Lucille: Oh shut up, Han. Just cause I ogle doesn't mean I'd betray Curie's trust like that.

Hancock: Make whatever excuse you want. Your wife isn't here to stop you. *still grinning, taunting now*

Lucille: What's that supposed to mean?

Hancock: Exactly what you think it means.

Lucille: Hancock, I'm not you. I don't sleep around.

Geneveve: *raises her eyebrows* So this isn't a normal occurrence?

Lucille: And why would it be?

Geneveve: Because of your infatuation with Magnolia-

Lucille: *goes to sit down on the red couches near the stage* That's all it is, sweetheart. A passing infatuation that'll never come to be. It's very common out here in the wasteland and if you get this gig, you'll understand that well enough.

Magnolia: *starts to sing*

Geneveve: *watches the singer intently*

Jasmine: (Lifts her head and shoulders to unbraid her hair, figuring her scalp needs to breathe some more after being tied up and yanked so fucking hard) (Signing) “I lost it.” (Gestures at her bruised throat with a frown) (Signing) “Thank you, feels better.” (She returns back to undoing her hair and fluffing up her treasured curls)

Nick: You're welcome. *nods silently as he pulls up a chair next to her bed to sit in*

Jasmine: (Stares at the ceiling for what feels like an eternity to her, thoughts bouncing everywhere, never lingering in one place) “……….….” (She suddenly turns her head to Nick after a moment, realizing that she is slipping away) (Signing) “Do something with me?”

Nick: Hm? *snaps out of his daze once he realizes what she said* Sure, doll... What is it?

Geneveve: I've never had alcohol, I have files on it, but the taste...?

Lucille: It doesn't taste good. But you might have a different opinion. *hands her some caps* Try some. Not like you can get drunk. I've seen Nick drink enough of that stuff to kill a horse and he went completely unphased.

Geneveve: Mama, not to be wise, but I don't imagine alcohol would be good for prewar horses. *walks off to the bar*

Jasmine: (Winces as she sits upright and hangs her legs over the side of the bed, laying down isn’t something she wants to be doing) (Signing) “Tell me something that you’re grateful for, even if it’s something small.”

Nick: *leans back and rubs the back of his head in thought* That's a tough one. *tilts his head* S'pose the obvious ones would be the Agency, Ellie, being able to live among humans and be treated as such. *shrugs* Course there's you, Lucille, and anyone I can count on let alone call a good friend. *small thoughtful smile at the girl* What about you? Got anything you're grateful for, kiddo?

Geneveve: What's your best spirit.

Charlie: A bit of this. A bit of that. Whiskey, bourbon... vodka.

Geneveve: Wine?

Charlie: *sigh* Yes. Wine. Is that what you want?

Geneveve: I would like to try it, yes.

Charlie: Coming right up. *turns and starts preparing a glass of red wine for her*

Jasmine: (Blinks down at her hands, thinking it over. Her mind immediately draws blanks and blasts her with, “you don’t deserve it” or “you deserve all the hell thats happened to you.” She shakes just her head and shoved it away for now) (Signing) “That you caught me before I spiraled too far down…”

Nick: *just quietly looks up at her from under his hat with a sort of half smile. He isn't sure how to respond to that admission*

Charlie: Here you are, miss. *carefully sets the glass of wine down*

Geneveve: Thank you. *places the caps she owes down and takes a sip* Interesting flavor... *looks into the glass*

Jasmine: (Her eyes lock to the door, other hand going into her jacket pocket to grip her pocket knife) (Softly) “That you saved me, did not leave me to die…”

Nick: *taken aback by that. He couldn't just leave her there. That would go against everything he stood for*

Geneveve: *finding she likes the flavor. It's... complex to her*

Jasmine: (Takes her eyes off the door to stare at her feet, stamping them a little to pull herself from the flashbacks) (Signing) “Also for Winnie.”

Nick: *blinks* Winnie?

Geneveve: *smiles as she continues to watch Magnolia sing*

Jasmine: (Clasps her hands over her mouth even though she didn’t speak. Slowly, she reaches down into her bag and pulls out her stuffed bear, showing it to Nick with a small sparkle in her eyes)

Nick: *raises his eyebrows with a small smile* Good name.

Jasmine: (Gives a sweet smile back and nods, holding the adorable plush toy close) (Signing) “Your turn again.”

Nick: Eh? Again? Hold on let me think. *looks up in thought* Well I guess being in one piece for starters... definitely been in worse shape.

Jasmine: (Clicks her tongue, rubbing her still sore and bruised neck) (Signing) “You always appreciate a healthy body when you see it at its worst…”

Nick: True... true. *leans back again in his chair*

Jasmine: (Signing) “Better when you can be put back together piece by piece or heal very fast, lucky us.” (Face scrunches a little and she draws in a breath between her teeth, burying her face into Winnie’s head to hide the wince)

Nick: Well, that would be easy for us to say. Important to remember that's not the case for everyone, however.

Jasmine: (Lifts her head and blinks at the ground again, her shoulders shaking a little) (Hoarsely) “I know that!”

Nick: Didn't mean to lecture ya. *pats her shoulder reassuringly with his bad hand*

Jasmine: (Sighs to herself at her outburst then carefully scoots off the bed and moves so she is sitting on the floor by the chair) (Signing) “I don’t like sitting up there, makes me feel like a target.”

Nick: Understood. *jokingly* But between you and me, Jas, I'd be the first shot.

Lucille: *finishes listening to Magnolia's song*

Geneveve: *sipping scotch*

Lucille: *approaches Geneveve* Alright, time to turn in for the night.

Charlie: Ah ah-! Not before you pay the tab. *presents Geneveve with the bill*

Geneveve: *takes it and looks up at Lucille*

Lucille: Overspent, huh? *puts a few caps on the bar* Lets hope you can get that singing practice.

Geneveve: *quiet doubtful sighs*

Jasmine: (Nods her head at the unfortunate truth and reaches her hand for Nicks, but hesitates midway. She draws it back and hugs her knees, resting her chin on them and casting her eyes at the ground. It’s not a good time to be a needy baby…)

Nick: *examining his exposed hand curiously*

Jasmine: (Realizes she is still holding Winnie like a small child seeking comfort would, so she gently puts the bear back into her bag then goes back into her protective position)

Nick: Don't put it up on my account. Kid like you should be allowed their stuff toy in quiet moments like this.

Jasmine: (Blinks at him, then points to herself and her bruised hands from punching) (Signing) “What do you mean? I’m 15 years old, not a baby.”

Geneveve: *walking behind Lucille to the Rexford hotel* Do you really think I'll get the part...?

Lucille: I can't say. But as long as you give it your best, I don't see why not.

@lucilleandherrobots

[abajuramarelo]

Ronaldinho Gaúcho passou por mim

17/07/23

Talvez foi o fato mais relevante do final de semana, mas vamos de história…

Minha viagem começa com um voo com conexão em Guarulhos, que vida sofrida, teria sido melhor um voo direto, porém a passagem estava mais cara e escolhemos a mais barata, tudo tranquilo no voo, até pousarmos em Goiânia quando eu juro, alguém deu um grito tão alto daqueles que parecia o apocalipse, como se fossemos todos morrer, a princípio houve um silêncio no avião, tipo vamos morrer? Depois de uns 5 segundos, uma gargalhada coletiva, sério, eu comecei a rir muito da situação, não morremos, mas depois de ver o Ronaldinho Gaúcho, passar por essa pérola, a viagem estava prometendo muito. Odeio criar expectativas, porque sempre há decepção, não me decepcionei, mas talvez me arrependa de não ter ficado bêbada ao extremo.

Chegamos no sábado de manhã, fomos pro Hotel e morremos, dormimos até o horário de almoço, fomos para um restaurante japonês para comer rodízio de sushi, uma delícia. Voltamos pro Hotel, tomamos banho e corremos para a maquiagem, tudo passou tão rápido que hoje já é segunda e ontem parecia sexta kkkk cá estou no estágio escrevendo sobre o final de semana que passara em um piscar dos olhos. Depois da maquiagem fomos pra festa.

22h10 chegamos e não tinham liberado ainda, então havia uma pequena fila de pessoas todas em roupas de festa no meio da rua kkkk entramos umas 22h25, o salão de festa era enorme, entrava umas mil pessoas tranquilamente. A decoração em tons de dourado, flores bonitas, 4 ilhas de comida, 4 ilhas de drink, cerveja a vontade, whiskey a vontade e muita muita comida. Tinha um mini hamburguer que simplesmente era uma delícia, aparentemente é de um bar famoso de Goiânia chamado Bahrem. Era muito bom, a comida tava excelente, o atendimento, tudo, muito bom, não é à toa que é uma festa de medicina, então isso tudo no final era o mínimo de uma festa med. Ainda bem que existe mais duas festas med para ir nos anos seguintes, ano que vem do meu outro primo e em 2025 do meu cunhado. De modo geral, a estrutura da festa estava impecável. Logo no começo tocou "Baby 95" da Liniker e eu fui feliz. Eu literalmente fui a primeira pessoa a estrear o buffet, sério, ninguém tinha ido comer ainda, eu fui a primeira pelo menos da ilha, cheguei na mesa e todo mundo espantado como eu sou rápida para essas coisas, fome é algo que não se brinca comigo. Enquanto eu já tinha comido horrores, comecei a beber, era cerveja, era champanhe, drinks (aperol, dudalina, passion sei la o que, moscow mule), eu tava bebendo, mas com muita moderação, provei um gole de whiskey da galera, fui bebendo, mas não queria dar pt igual o meu primo, eu queria aproveitar toda a festa, que ia até 9 da manhã, praticamente 11h bebendo sem parar. Não fiquei muito bêbada, equilibrei com água, eu tive um autocontrole enorme, inclusive fui a última a ir embora da festa junto com o meu primo formando e o irmão dele, meu outro primo que é dentista. Mas meu primo formando dormiu no rolê, então tecnicamente eu e o meu outro primo dentista que aproveitou mais, porque ficamos o tempo todo acordados e bebendo.

As músicas da festa estavam boas, a atração principal era um cara chamado Kleo Dibas, ele tem até um feat com a Malária Mendonça (Perdão Marília, culpa o LP por isso). Não beijei ninguém na festa, tinha até um amigo do meu primo que cogitei beijar, porém, não sei, não rolou, mas foi divertido, dois caras bêbados vieram dar em cima de mim, porém fugi, não eram bonitos o suficiente para eu beijar alguém na frente dos meus parentes, eu tenho essa questão também, acho que não consigo ficar louca louca, e ser realmente quem eu realmente sou nas festas perto da minha família, existe um autocontrole bem grande, então descartei a chance de beijar alguém naquela festa e arranjar um médico na minha vida, turururu.

Era 7 da manhã e meu celular tava tipo 10% de bateria, eu queria morrer, e queria ir embora, mas já que estava lá, o que era mais 2h de festa... Este exato motivo fez eu ficar lá para falar que aproveitei horrores, mas nem tanto.

9h15 - fomos embora, meu primo tava mais bêbado do que tudo, mas também já era o 20º copo de whisky, eu bebi no total uns 12 copos de álcool, ele bebeu bem mais, meu celular estava somente com 6% de bateria, socorro, ainda eu que tive que chamar o uber, porque meu primo mal raciocinava, nessa hora eu quase fiquei estressada, só sobrou os bêbados naquela festa, sério, o que tinha de gente na sarjeta...

Cheguei no hotel 9h30 e meus pais haviam acabado de acordar, resolvi tomar café-da-manhã com eles né, porque não acordaria tão cedo. Pois não acordei mesmo, comi e dormi até o almoço que foi bem tarde e não deu mais tempo para nada, só mais uma passada no shopping e adeus Goiânia.

Sim, foi só narração do meu final de semana, como eu disse, o ponto mais empolgante foi p Ronaldinho gaúcho ter passado por mim, tinha um influencer também na festa, mas eu nem o conhecia então, é isso. Comecei a escrever o doc do LP, ainda não terminei, mas já deixo aqui o aviso kkkk vamos ver se amanhã ele dá sinal de vida.

Hoje fiquei me indagando se todos os homens são iguais? Tipo eu tô meio que endeusando o LP, mas provavelmente ele só é um homem, minha colega de trabalho falou que nunca se deve confiar em homem, mas aí fiquei pensando, confiar em que sentido? O que o LP tem para me esconder?

O mundo é dos espertos, mas nessas questões, eu sou ingênua e burra. Quais questões? Nem eu sei, mas existe alguma questão aí… kkkkkk eu vou continuar sendo eu e é isso, ele não me deu nenhuma atenção hoje, mas nao adianta reclamar aqui.

Vadio, eu juro, tô aqui escrevendo sobre ele e ele vai lá e curte o meu story. Só porque eu falei que ele não estava me dando uma gota de atenção hoje…. Ele já vai viajar na quarta, turururu. Por que que eu sou assim? Eu reclamo de mim, mas continuo querendo ser eu, porque não tem como ser outra pessoa. O sono está me afetando, não estou conseguindo conectar os pontos, parece que só falei coisas soltas né. Boa noite.

[letsankara0648]

Short Profile of the Project and Firm:

As We are.......,We have been dealing with hotel &hospital equipment supply for more than 15 years in Turkey.

 We have sizing more than 2000 Corperated Customers as our references and number is counting on daily.

 With our most attention and Professional knowledge on Hotel &Hospital Supplies Industry, we are highly motivated to hire or purchase a real estate of which will be center of the hotel industry in İstanbul.

 We are aiming to meet both domestic and international wholebuyers of hotel equipments on unique base to enable them to have their all kind of requirements of hotel &hospital equipments.

 In additionally,Named Real Estate (Showroom) will face the wholebuyers,hotel industry’S leaders together to establish long lasting business relationship with them.

 In fact the real estate will be the  center of the importers,wholebuyers from All over the world.

 Real estate will be seperated for the different products to let our customers to see,analyize and form their orders directly.Every department has their own Professional sales representative of whose are able to bilingual and have university degree and expert on hotel supplies industry.

 Place will be the meeting area of the hotel&hospital equipment in the Heart of the İstanbul.

 As we have more than 15 years experiences and knowledge on the named business ,we are highly motivated to achive the named Project by having available funds.

 If the projects should come into live,more than 60 individuals will be hired (sales team,technical support,managerial possitions,service providers,logistic operations etc) and we are seeking for the area of minimum 3500-5000 square meter to perform our Project.

  Capital Need : 3 Million Euro ,Roi :%30-35

 Chance Risk Analysis:

Probabilty of the Competitors Investmens on the same Sector

Probabilty of the International’s Suppliers establishment activities in Turkey

Fact of Prc and low costed products

 Use of Proceeds :

Hiring or Purchasing of Real Estate  %40-50

Personnal Expenses:%2-5

Fixture ExpensesDemirbas Giderleri  :%20-25

Product Purchase:%20-30

Business Expenses: %20-30

 The Industry :

 Durable consumer goods,hotel&hospital supplies such as (minibar,mini cooler,fridge,freezer,safe box,hotel textile,electronic equipments,Office

supply,camera&security systems,white goods,built in hobs and so on)

 The Market and Competition:

 Main role player on the Market is .....(Our Company) and Emta .There are so many secondry hotel equipments supplier based in Turkey and sharing the %20 of the total sales.

 ......is dominating the total yearly sales of 40% of domestic market.Aiming to obtain the 80% of the domestic market within 5 years.

 Marketing Strategy:

 E-commerce,Google,Fairs,Exhibitions,Catalogue,Newspaper Ads,Hiring Qualified Staffs.

 Company Data:

 Headoffice:...................Company is holding their business from its Headoffice.For the time being ,The company do not considirate to open Representative Offices in Turkey.

Year of Foundation: 2006

Start of Activity: Company was established on 1999 as a individual company and the type of the entity changed into Limited on 2006

Share Capital: $ 13800 per Share Holder

Share Holders: 50% .........,50% ..........

Directors: ......... (Managing Director),Mehmet Ali Bilen (Project &Commerce Director),

Number of Employees:5

Freelancers : 285  (140 active freelancers are registered on our home Office projects at

http://finance.groups.yahoo.com/group/homeofisisler (this is our Company’s group for our freelancers)

Management Team:

........... (Managing Director),University Degree,Work Experience:26 years (on Related Industry)

............... (Project&Commerce Director):University Degree (Administration),Advanced English Level,Advanced Computer Skills,E-Commerce,Trade,Human Resources,Project Management

Highlights of the business partners:To obtain the Marmara Region Representation of the following brands. (Kleo,Vestel,Whirlpool,Truvasafe,Mavigard,Termikel)

 Company Numbers:

 Revenue Planning: (estimated as a year period)

First Year:280,000-370,000 euros

Second Year:385,000-450,000 euros

Third Year: 470,000-530,000 euros

4.th.Year:550,000-585,000 euros

5.th Year:600,000-640,000 euros

 Contact:

 Company: ...........

Tel:+90 ...........

Fax:+90 ........ 41

E-Mail:............

Web:www............n.com.tr

Hakan Yildirim: +90 ...... 41

Mehmet Ali Bilen: +90 ....... 14

 Additional Informations About Company Numbers (Figures)

01st-jan-2010/30th.Sept.2010 : Sales Total: $ 1.915.777

2009 Sales Total:$ 979.934

2008 Sales Total:$ 288.652

[cicadas-epiphany]

HEW

*slams door*

WO

[thekleohotel]

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[lemonykleonella]

Here she is!!

[eternally--mortal]

Percy Jackson as Achilles:

So for years I’ve lived with this theory in my head based on a class I took on Greek Mythology. Apparently when Zeus locked Prometheus onto that rock to be tortured for all eternity or whatever, it was because Prometheus gave Zeus a prophecy that Zeus wasn’t particularly fond of. (The one major prophecy in Greek mythology that was never fulfilled in the myths.)

It went like this:

Zeus was going to have a kid with Thetis, and this kid was going to grow up and do to Zeus what Zeus did to his own father, killing him and overthrowing him.

Understandably, Zeus totally freaked out. He ordered that the gods withdraw from the mortal world and stop having kids. He set up this war (you might have heard of it. It involves this place named Troy) so that all of their demigod children and descendants would be slaughtered. He ordered that the gods not assist them. That they could advance the war, but they couldn’t save their kids. Zeus also forced Aphrodite to fall in love with a mortal and have a son, Aeneas (all to get her to stop forcing gods to fall in love with mortals, because Zeus doesn’t want them having kids anymore).

And somewhere in there he married Thetis off to this guy, Pelius.

Here we meet their kid, Achilles.

I honestly don’t know a ton about Achilles. I know for a while as a kid his parents had to hide him and he spent most of his childhood dressed like a girl. And then he ended up becoming leader of one of the most renowned groups of Greek fighters out there (ha . . . what that says about the struggles of little girls in Ancient Greece, I don’t know).

Anyway, throughout the Iliad Achilles displays these traits that put him higher up on the ‘god’ scale than the other characters. Unlike a lot of the soldiers, Achilles is an actual demigod. He does god-type stuff like fighting rivers, which should be impossible. He’s obsessed with obtaining Kleos, or glory (the stories other people tell about you), and because of that he piles up trophies and possessions. He’s fixated on them. This, I would argue, is because Achilles knows he’s Supposed To Be A God. He can feel it in his blood—this thing, this Parentage that was stolen from him. And he wants it back.

Fast forward to the Odyssey, Odysseus heads to the Underworld and meets Achilles there. He tells Achilles about his son living in the mortal world, and Achilles expresses sorrow at having fixated on Kleos, only to wind up dead. He no longer wants glory. He just wants to live a good life.

Which sets a Great scene for Percy. Jackson.

Here’s the gist of it:

In this little AU, Achilles and Patroclus decide to be reborn together, but when Achilles gets to the Lethe, they won’t let him through. Patroclus is reborn, and Achilles is delayed because apparently Zeus has decided that rebirth and Achilles don’t mix.

While Achilles is rampaging through the underworld looking for a back door, Zeus is freaking out. Zeus knows that he can’t afford to have a kid right now, just in case Achilles escapes the underworld and ends up as his son, completing the portion of the prophecy that states that he is a child of both Thetis and Zeus. Because he’s terrible as accountability and he’s a selfish bastard, Zeus orders that the Big Three stop having children, using WWII as an excuse.

At the same time, a recently reborn Patroclus, now in the form of a young Italian boy, is stashed with his older sister in a hotel where time stands still.

Eventually Achilles finds his way out of the Underworld to be reborn (maybe the Furies took pity, since they uphold family justice and despise the fact that Zeus used patricide to take the throne. Maybe Hades agreed to release him as long as he would protect Patroclus. Who knows). In any case, he’s dunked in the Lethe and ushered into a new life with a new body.

Now, rebirth isn’t exactly as blank-slate as you might think. It takes into account the growth from your previous life. Achilles had Ached for glory in his last life. He ate up Kleos on his path toward godhood, only to realize that what really mattered to him was protecting the people he loved and living a full life, like his son had. So in his new life, Achilles isn’t born into glory, but into poverty. A family marred by the hand of Zeus—grandparents struck down in a storm. Here Achilles is still a child to be hidden—disguised by the stench of the mortal world around him to keep him safe, just like when he was dressed as a girl in his first life. He is born with a mother who would teach him the lessons of love and protection. And Achilles, always a child of the sea, is reborn not as a son of Thetis this time, but as a son of Poseidon.

His mother names him after a son of Zeus.

Perseus Jackson.

From a young age, Percy is a powerful half-blood. His mother struggles to keep him safe, to hide his scent, to protect him from the power of his own secrets when he instinctually strangles snakes in kindergarten and accidentally drops whole grade school classes into shark tanks. This boy is chaos. He is rebellion. He is protective love so fierce it will swallow him whole.

It swallows him when his mother’s kidnapped and whisked off to the underworld.

On his first quest, after he falls off an exploding, golden monument, Percy meets a Naiad who bears a gift from his father. He notes that she reminds him of his mother. She doesn’t really look like Sally Jackson.

Percy doesn’t realize that he’s staring into the eyes of Thetis, the mother who bore him, blessed him, and closed her eyes against his cries as she held him in the Styx—a river that even the gods fear, bridging the line between the world of the living and the dead. A river that might protect him from his would-be-Father, Zeus.

The Styx is a haunting note in Percy’s life. It comes back around again when Nico di Angelo appears out of nowhere to lure him back to its familiar, icy grip. Nico di Angelo, who stood by the waters as they conjured an image of himself as a warning: Patroclus in all his glory, saying “These waters are not for you. Find him. Bring him back to us.”

When Percy sees the figure of Achilles standing by the river, he thinks nothing of it. It must be a ghost, stationed here as a warning, he thinks. He never deigns to imagine that the river shows you an image of yourself. That this line between life and death shows you where you have been and warns you of where you must go.

Patroclus watches Achilles submerge. He watches Achilles anchor himself to someone else.

He watches as Achilles wins a war. They live this time.

Zeus has by now long suspected that this powerful demigod is something more than he should be. He has voted for years to kill the boy where he stands, curious and terrified to find out whether the soul that leaves his body and re-enters the underworld is one belonging to his would-be son. Zeus has been out-voted in the past. It becomes clear to him in a moment that killing this child may be impossible without inciting the wrath of the demigod children and of the Sea itself that reasserts itself constantly within Percy Jackson. Within Achilles.

A power that will not be controlled.

Must be controlled.

Zeus offers him immortality.

Achilles can’t be reborn as a son of Zeus if he becomes immortal. There is no re-birth in immortality. Only living, suffering, Fading.

Percy Jackson turns the offer down. And spits in Zeus’s face for good measure with demands that the gods make oaths on the Styx.

Always the Styx with this child. Playing with a the power of a deity that even the gods fear. Oaths, that if broken, will mean the sleep of temporary death—of non-existence for a year—or more—compiled further as oaths grow careless. For a god, who relies on the attentions of mortals to survive and thrive and feel power, to not exist means to be forgotten. To be forgotten means to fade.

But Percy Jackson has been bathing in the blood of this god-eater. Achilles has done it twice now. And he refuses to be beholden to it by becoming immortal.

Percy Jackson goes back to his little mortal life, and Zeus once again calls for the gods to withdraw. If Achilles is going to remain a thorn in Zeus’ side, then he will have to try again. Let their children fight without the help of the gods. Let Achilles be the reason that they die in the streets, all because he was stubborn enough to exist.

Percy goes back to camp with love and hope in his heart. He just wants a good mortal life. He wants to protect. He is tired of the gods and their games and their votes and their selfishness. He is done with them.

But they are not done with him.

Hera steals Percy Jackson away in the night. He sleeps for months, he fights for months, he struggles at being thrown into a war he can’t remember, only for the memories of the old war to be shaken awake by trauma. Everything wants to kill him. Everything wants to kill the people he loves. The earth wants to swallow him, and Zeus is punishing him for turning down his ‘gift’ of immortality.

Zeus wants Percy Jackson to feel that this is All His Fault. That suffering will follow him through this world and beyond if he fails to fall in line.

Even into Tartarus.

Especially into Tartarus.

Percy Jackson is tired. He is angry. He wanted to live a good life, and now he finds more and more that he Just Wants to Die. Something inside him cracks when he is trapped there in the pit, unable to protect the person that he loves as she wanders blindly in the dark Right Beside him.

He thinks about how Nico was alone down here.

How Annabeth was almost alone.

Achilles rages. And so does Percy Jackson.

And when the hollow light of the sky finds his tired face again, and he stands on the earth that has once again become an empty husk—Gaea’s dead shell—as Zeus once again withdraws the Olympians, Percy rages.

Achilles rages.

Even as peace settles, there is something dark—an understanding that Luke had something right. That maybe someone else did too, so long ago in the Underworld when he decided that being thrust into glory was a curse and not a blessing. That heroes should fight for love and for protection, or else not fight at all.

Achilles begins to awaken.

[jjba-fragmented-star]

Name: Grace Bhraghad

Birthname: Hariklia McJohan

Namesake:

Hariklia/Chariklia(Greek)= Hari/Χάρη(Grace) + Kleos/Κλέος(Glory)= Glory of Grace, Great Glory

Alias: Hari, Grace, Ace, Mother, Aunt Ace

Stand: Unstoppable(Unstoppable by Sia)

Nationality: Scottish/Greek

Birthday: 10 November 1974

Zodiac/Chinese Zodiac: Scorpio/Tiger

Age:

14(Part 3)

19(Post-Part 3/1993)

25(Part 4)

27(Part 5)

37(Part 6)

44(Post-Part 6/2018)

Gender: Female

Height: 5,7 ft/1,76 cm(Part 3/14 years old), 6,3 ft/1,93 cm(Post-Part 3/17 years old)

Weight: 77 kg

Blood Type: 0+

Species: Human

Occupation: Baker, Formely; Military(Special Forces)

Personality:

Brave, Passionate, Resourceful, Caring, Protective, Strict, Overconfident, Suspicious, Stubborn, Angry.

Likes:

Family, Baking, Physical Exercise, Challenges, Fighting, Spicy food, Truth, Being Right, Teasing, Volley.

Dislikes:

Dishonesty, Betrayal, Her family getting hurt, Laziness, Unfinished chores, Avocado, Jotaro.

Relatives:

Diogenes McJohan(Father)

Amanda Smith/McJohan(Mother)

Chemaya Alley(Great-Great-Great Uncle)

Ambrogio McJohan(Younger Brother)

Bernard Braghad(Husband)

Orestes Bhraghad(Older Son)

Oswald Bhraghad(Younger Son)

Kyriaki Callas/McJohan(Sister-in-Law)

Isaac McJohan(Nephew)

Giorgia McJohan(Niece)

Background Information:

Original Timeline/Fragmented Star AU(Post-EOH game Timeline)

-In her early years Grace was a rebellious girl who would get easily angered and get into fights, she and her younger brother, Ambrogio, where in the same school and she would protect him from bullies. Grace manifested her stand, Unstoppable, when she was 16 years old.

-In 1992, her father, Diogenes McJohan, decides to enroll Grace in the Military to teach her to have a better behavior, he has a friend there who is a stand user and leads a special forces division of stand and asks him to take her in. She joins in the age of 18 and works for the military for 8 years.

- She married an other stand user named Bernard Bhraghad in 1994 and had two twin boys, Orestes and Oswald Bhraghad, the next year. In 2000 she leaves the military and decides to become a baker and open her own business and spend more time with her family.

-Grace had an encounter with Jotaro Kujo in New Orleans, America in the summer of 1994, she went for a vacation here with her husband, her brother and his girlfriend, Kyriaki Callas. She met him when she and Kyriaki were separated from the and where asking directions for their hotel and accidentally bumped to Jotaro and went to apologize but he screamed at her and Grace punched him in the face. Jotaro was on a mission by SPW in New Orleans to find a stand user in which Grace helps and learns he is a Joestar. She never saw him after this encounter.

-It is unknown what happened to her in the original timeline but she lives a normal life(as a stand user) in a post-Stone Ocean AU(Fragmented Star AU).

EXTRA

-The original colour of Grace's shirt was green and her left hand had a scar which I switched to her right. The reason is her niece, Giorgia, wears a green hoodie jacket and half of her left arm is white referencing Joseph of losing his left arm from Kars.

-Grace found about Jotaro being a Joestar when she saw the star birthmark in his left shoulder (which she also has) during the battle with the enemy stand user. She never said anything about or mention it because she wanted to keep his family away from hers. Her family, the McJohan, are distant relatives of the Joestars and are unaware of their existence, they have have a history with them that starts from the 19th century.

STAND

Name: Unstoppable

Namesake: Unstoppable(Song by Sia)

Stand Type: Wearable Stand

Stats:

Destructive Power: A

Speed: A

Range: E

Persistence: A

Precision: C

Development Potential: E

Appearance:

Unstoppable has the appearance of a green, yellow armor and a red cloth back in the waist, the helmet has blue visors.

Abilities:

Physical Enhancement and Protection: The armor provides protection and boost the power and speed of its user.

Weapon Creation: It can absorb any kind of metal or mineral and the user can make any weapon they want from it(Sword, Gun, whip etc.).

Weaknesses:

The stand doesn't work under water, the user can use its ability and the armor becomes heavy and the wearer might drown if they don't deactivate the armor quickly.

EXTRA:

-The helmet is based from an ancient greek helmet.

-The knight/armor themed stands runs in the McJohan family, the other known family members are Panajotis McJohan and Giorgia McJohan.

[architectnews]

Chicago Architecture Center: CAC

Chicago Architecture Center Building, CAC Illinois, Drake Family Skyscraper Gallery, USA Architectural News

Chicago Architecture Center

May 25, 2021

Chicago Architecture Center Building

Location: Chicago, Illinois, USA

Chicago Architecture Center Opens with New Exhibits and Tours in Time for Memorial Day Weekend Summer Kick-off

New tours downtown, in neighborhoods and more departures on the Chicago River;

New exhibits spotlight changing Chicago neighborhoods and cutting-edge home designs that are affordable, accessible, and flexible for every stage of our lives

CHICAGO – With the Memorial Day Weekend summer kick-off just days away, the Chicago Architecture Center (CAC) has re-opened with all-new and updated exhibits in its 10,000 square feet of galleries full of scale models of new building designs from Chicago and around the world. The Chicago Gallery, home to the Chicago City Model Experience, is completely overhauled and all-new exhibits on Current Chicago Projects, Chicago Chicago’s neighborhoods and the new home design exhibit, Housing for a Changing Nation.

The “Building Tall” exhibition in the Chicago Architecture Center’s Drake Family Skyscraper Gallery features scale models of high-rise towers around the world—as well as picture-perfect views of Chicago’s own iconic skyline: photo : James Steinkamp

These new exhibits cap CAC’s spring 2021 reopening that began with the April launch of new CAC Walking Tours and the Chicago Architecture Foundation Center (CAFC) River Cruise aboard Chicago’s First Lady. Both walking tours and the cruise have been popular options for Chicagoans and visitors eager to rediscover the beauty and inspiration of Chicago architecture.

“All CAC exhibits have been updated with new scale models of exciting architectural designs and we’ve created an all-new exhibit on cutting-edge, affordable, flexible home designs,” said Lynn Osmond, President and CEO of the CAC. “The new exhibit in the Chicago Gallery, Housing for a Changing Nation, highlights innovative architects who are creating homes for a diverse range of needs from live/work spaces to multigenerational families to cohousing.”

CAC EXHIBIT GALLERIES open May 22; Hours: 10m to 5pm, Thursday through Monday

The “Building Tall” exhibition in the Chicago Architecture Center’s Drake Family Skyscraper Gallery features scale models of high-rise towers around the world—as well as picture-perfect views of Chicago’s own iconic skyline: photo : James Steinkamp

THE CHICAGO GALLERY returns with new exhibits throughout.

• BRAND NEW FOR MAY 2021: Housing for a Changing Nation Exhibit is an entirely new installation, sponsored by AARP Illinois and the AARP Foundation, that explores how architects are replacing outdated 19th and 20th century housing with homes designed for fast-changing, diverse, multigenerational communities that need flexible, accessible and affordable housing:

o 100 YEAR LOT – a multi-generational home in Mexican and European influenced Pilsen by Canopy neighborhood splicing together a Chicago two-flat with a new two-story structure;

o MAKERS SPACE – a five-lot, live/work, micro-housing complex with shared community kitchen by Landon Bone Baker and retail marketplace and cottage-industry scaled workspace for South Chicago’s “maker” community;

o FLIP THE STRIP – strip malls and vacant storefronts transformed into flexible live/workspaces by UrbanLab—a contemporary update on the old concept of “living above the store”—for a new generation of small business entrepreneurs

o A NEW COURTYARD – a compact, pedestrian-orientated, affordable apartment building in Los Angeles that updates a familiar, sprawl-fighting California style by Brooks + Scarpa— a design that shares elements familiar to Chicagoans whose Chicago courtyard apartment buildings provided affordable housing to residents in the early 20th century.

• BRAND NEW FOR MAY 2021: The City in Change: Chicago Neighborhoods Exhibit introduces visitors to Chicagoans from some of the city’s 77 diverse, architecturally distinct and constantly changing communities.

• Chicago City Model Experience, featuring more than 4,250 buildings, returns with thirty new models of buildings under construction in 2020 and 2021—including St. Regis (Vista) Tower and Bank of America Building (110 North Wacker). Features a newly updated seven-minute video summarizing the city’s dynamic history, fascinating present and promising future.

• Current Chicago Projects Exhibit opens with new, cutting-edge Chicago projects and all new scale models.

The Chicago Architecture Center’s Drake Family Skyscraper Gallery features a line of scale models along the windows, each of which was at one time the world’s tallest building: photo : James Steinkamp

Projects include:

o 75th Street Boardwalk, The Nest, PopCourts! by ARC Community Design Initiative; o Cabrini-Green Redevelopment by Gensler, JGMA and Studio Dwell; o Steppenwolf Theatre Expansion by Adrian Smith + Gordon Gill Architecture; o Auburn Gresham Healthy Lifestyle Hub by MKB Architects; o The Obama Presidential Center by Tod Williams Billie Tsien Architects Partners, Michael Van Valkenburgh Associates, Interactive Design Architects; o Chicago Park District Headquarters and Park 596 by John Ronan Architects and site design group; o Fulton East by Lamar Johnson Collaborative and Clayco; o Tribune Tower Residences by Solomon Cordwell Buenz (renovation architect) and John Mead Howells and Raymond Hood (original architects); o SURGE Esports Stadium & VR Arenas by KOO; o KLEO Art Residences by JGMA; o 800 Fulton by Skidmore, Owings & Merrill (SOM).

THE DRAKE FAMILY SKYSCRAPER GALLERY featuring “Building Tall” reopens with seven new scale models of towers from Bangkok, Chicago, New York, Taipei and Tianjin and other skyscrapers from around the world and “Race to the Top” featuring oversized scale models of skyscrapers that were each tallest in the world when built.

New scale models in the Skyscraper Gallery include:

o 1000M, Chicago, JAHN, est. 2022 o CTF Finance Centre, Tianjin, SOM, 2019 o King Power MahaNakhon, Bangkok, Büro Ole Scheeren, 2016 o NEMA Chicago, Rafael Viñoly Architects, 2019 o Sendero Verde, New York, Handel Architects, est. 2022 o Solstice on the Park, Chicago, Studio Gang, 2019 o Taipei 101, C.Y. Lee & Partners Architects / Planners, 2004

In April, the CAC rolled out its downtown and neighborhood CAC Walking Tours for Chicagoans eager to rediscover their city’s classic architecture and diverse neighborhoods. The popular, always changing walking tours and CAFC River Cruise are led by a corps of 400 expert CAC docents, who in June 2021 celebrate the 50th anniversary of the 1971 first CAC docent class.

CAFC RIVER CRUISES departures Thursday through Monday starting May 22

On April 17, the #1 boat tour in Chicago based on TripAdvisor user reviews and the only Chicago finalist for Best Boat Tour for USA Today’s 10Best Readers’ Choice Award, Chicago Architecture Foundation Center (CAFC) River Cruise aboard Chicago’s First Lady (CFL) launched its 2021 cruise season along Chicago River’s canyon of architecture. Led by CAC docents, guests will hear stories of the visionaries who have designed more than 50 architecturally significant buildings along the Chicago River as well as the Chicago Riverwalk and the 13 bascule bridges on the cruise route.

The 90-minute CAFC River Cruise is the most in-depth, authentic architecture river cruise available and is lauded as a “must-do” activity when visiting Chicago. Exciting new buildings with cutting edge design elements continue to rise along the river including the recently completed St. Regis (Vista) Tower, the city’s third tallest structure, and the refurbished riverfront Old Post Office. Tour guests will leave the cruise inspired by the city’s wide variety of architectural styles—– which glide by as you travel up and down all three branches of the Chicago River—including art deco, neoclassicism, mid-century modernism, and postmodernism.

Chicago’s First Lady’s luxury fleet is the finest on the Chicago River and now includes the new, brass and mahogany trimmed Chicago’s Emerald Lady. Full-service bars on board each vessel. Cruises will initially limit capacities following the guidelines from federal public health officials. As passenger vessels under federal jurisdiction, cruises follow the current federal face covering mandate. Reservations are recommended and tickets are available at cruisechicago.com.

CAC WALKING TOURS departing from the CAC, Thursday through Monday starting May 22

Favorite Downtown CAC Walking Tours returned April 17 include:

– Art Deco Skyscrapers: The Loop Art Deco masterpieces built in Chicago’s financial district during the Roaring ’20s – Chicago Architecture: A Walk Through Time Chicago’s early skyscrapers to supertall high rises – Must See Chicago Chicago’s most famous buildings and more: Wrigley Building, Tribune Tower, Art Institute, Willis Tower – Historic Treasures of Chicago’s Golden Age architectural landmarks of Michigan Avenue and State Street 1890 to 1930 – Chicago Icons: Connecting Past and Present see how architectural styes from the 1890s connect to today’s skyline – Mid-Century Modern Skyscrapers Chicago’s modernist masters, Mies, Goldberg and Graham, set the stage for the modern city center – Lights, Camera, Architecture! see architecture that starred in Ferris Bueller, Batman, the Blues Brothers and other films

Neighborhood CAC Walking Tours returned April 17 include:

– Fulton-Randolph Market 150-year evolution from food wholesaling and meatpacking to gourmet restaurants, technology hubs and boutique hotels – Northwestern University Campus a stunning, wooded campus on Lake Michigan with 19th Century Collegiate Gothic to cutting-edge designs – Kenwood the stately neighborhood, home to early industrialists, modern-day innovators and President Barack Obama – Hyde Park home to the 1893 World’s Fair, the University of Chicago and Frank Lloyd Wright’s masterpiece, Robie House, pre-Chicago Fire houses and the famous Midway. – Evanston Along the Lake one of Chicago’s most desirable suburbs, with many homes and churches with notable designs, where Daniel Burnham established his “country retreat”

Drake Family Skyscraper Gallery, Chicago Architecture Center, Illinois – Building Information

Drake Family Skyscraper Gallery images:

The Chicago Architecture Center’s spacious Drake Family Skyscraper Gallery reopens with seven new models on display, on loan from acclaimed design firms worldwide including

Chicago’s forthcoming 1000M by JAHN: rendering courtesy of JAHN

King Power MahaNakhon in Bangkok, Thailand by Büro Ole Scheeren: photo by Wison Tungthunya

NEMA Chicago by Rafael Viñoly Architects: photo courtesy of Rafael Viñoly Architects

Taipei 101 by C.Y. Lee & Partners Architects / Planners: photo courtesy of the Taipei Economic and Cultural Office in Chicago

Sendero Verde in East Harlem, New York City: rendering by Volley, courtesy of Handel Architects

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