#bali clinic

[malewife-overlord]

Six Cycles Later -- Part II

no one asked for this. i wrote it anyways. for anyone who has not seen the fucking big as chunk of writing that was the part I, you can find it here. for anyone actually invested, welcome to part II! it picks up right where part I left off :)

if youre new here, six cycles later is a tf oc fic im writing about a seeker left behind on earth after the attack on autobot city, and a certain autobot who arrived on earth after going missing at the very start of the war-- both of whom are linked by the same desire to escape, and more alike than they'd think.

i consider this chapter to be a bit of a "transition" chapter, because it's a chapter where you kinda move from point a to b to get to c, lol. promise action and some delicious goodies are coming up in Part III :3 but we've gotta get there first.

word count: 7471

fic below cut! as usual, any nice comments or likes are appreciated u///u sorry it took so long to post this, im balancing writing with commissions and a full time job, so. idie a little but its okay

summary: invert goes to bali. she hates it. luster goes to the clinic. he hates it.

“Victory, cmon!” Invert stood before the double doors of the weapons vault, a frown etched on her faceplate. “Open the weapons vault! It’s an emergency!” 

Emergency protocol not engaged. Clearance level 3 required to access weapons vault. Present clearance level: 1. Weapons vault cannot be accessed.

“Victory!” She pouted, shaking a fist. “Come on! It’s me! I’m the only ‘con on this ship, I should have maximum clearance!”

Clearance level: 1. Weapons vault cannot be accessed.

“Victory!”

The ship gave her no response. Invert growled and tried the keypad again, then the scanner, then the keycard. Nothing. As if in warning, a loud buzzer sounded at the end, a illuminating a red light above the vault.

“How am I going to rescue my fellow Decepticons if I don’t have a weapon?” She asked aloud, glaring up, as if Victory would answer her. “I don’t even have proper blasters anymore!” 

Silence. Maddening, maddening silence. 

“Fine! Fine. I’ll make due. I’ll just run headlong into the Autobots and die, and no one will be left to maintain you! Then what?”

Nothing. 

A groan escaped her. “Really? …really. Fine.” 

She turned on her heel and stomped for her room, where she knew at least one weapon was waiting. It was dangerous, and could possibly blow up in her face again, and hadn’t seen actual use since the first test, but…well, it was better than nothing! And sure, she could access the weapons collection Starscream had in his habsuit, or the rare crafts Megatron had in his, but…

The punishment for even touching any of those would be far worse than anything the Autobots could do to her. She shivered and pushed the idea aside. Nope, not risking that. If she touched anything in their rooms, when they returned, they’d kill her. 

Then again, if she died on this mission, she wouldn’t have to worry about them killing her. 

Her personal pet project was in her habsuit, resting on the tiny desk she’d dragged into it. Her habsuit was at the very end of all the others–the Constructicons had had no desire to build it, so they’d shoved her in what had been the previous broom closet. The fact that she fit at all was a miracle, as was that they let her get away with stealing a desk for it. 

Perhaps after seeing what she’d started to make, they’d decided against reclaiming it. After all, not many bots could say they got to personally observe Shockwave working in his lab, and even fewer could mimic his proficiency with crafting weapons. 

She was not one of those fewer, but she had watched him work in the past. Being his personal lab assistant/slave had been eye opening in that way. And furthermore, it had led to her accumulating a few parts that would otherwise be impossible to acquire on Earth.

All of those factors combined to let her craft her own weapon. The intention was for it to be a sniper class with a greatly extended range starting at ten miles. That was to start. If everything went according to her dreams, it would be able to fire more than twice that on both planets and the cold void of space. 

Dreams, however, didn’t guarantee results. The prototype she kept in her habsuit had been her pride and joy until its original test fire had caused the damnable thing to blow up in her face, right in front of her fellow Decepticons. If anything had wounded her ego, that was it. 

And since then, she hadn’t bothered to fire it once. 

She stepped into her habsuit and observed her experimental weapon for only a moment before picking it up. This would be the second time it’d be in the field. She’d tweaked it over and over since that embarrassing day, changing the scope, the trigger, the barrel, the energon pump, and even provided ii the ability to transform. The latter wasn’t anything particularly impressive–the scope and barrel disengaged anyways to permit carrying it, and without the barrel the rifle was the same size as a blaster. Furthermore, despite its simplicity, the rifle had to be manually transformed, something that even simple blasters could pull off otherwise.

But it was her first attempt, her first real, genuine attempt, at making a weapon, and she felt she’d done a decent job for someone who’d never previously handled tools. 

It took a few seconds to convert the rifle, which was almost as long as she was tall, to its smaller, spike shaped form, which she then attached to her forearm via its magnetic underside. Utilizing it in jet mode would be impossible like this, but it was better to know she had a weapon than be a sitting quasiduck on her mission. 

Her blasters had been sacrificed to make the rifle. She sincerely hoped that the investment would pay off. 

“Alright!” She yelled, throwing her arms out. “That’s all I get, Victory! Just one experimental weapon! No blasters! No grenades! No fusion cannons! No null rays or swords or electric staves! All of which I could use if you’d just open the weapons vault! Are you really going to send me off with only this?”

Judging from the lack of response, it seemed that yes, it was. 

Frag this. She kicked the doorframe and stormed Skywarp’s habsuit. He was bigger than her and would make her life a living hell for two chords, but he’d get over it. Besides. She could punch him back without anyone giving her trouble for it. What occurred between Skywarp and whoever punched him stayed there. 

His habsuit was sparsely decorated, and what existed in it was usually so filthy no one else would touch it. Today she lowered her standards and grabbed one of the blasters she knew he kept under his berth in the hopes that no one would find them; considering how often he had his own revoked, and how much the others hated him, Skywarp had found it necessary to maintain some form of private collection, if only for self-defense from revenge that was absolutely earned. 

And now his constant need to misbehave was paying off: she wouldn’t be entirely unarmed for this flight, and having a sidearm was better than gauging her hopes on an experimental rifle. 

Attaching the blaster to her other forearm, she made for the hangar. Her tank felt like it was fluttering with each step. A quick diagnostic scan revealed nothing unusual–nothing besides her own wiring. For this first time ever, she was going to visit the hangar and take off from it.

The idea that she was flightless was, in truth, only partially correct. Invert, like all Seekers, had been forged with wings on her back. Yes, they were upside down, and yes, when she transformed, they pointed the wrong way, with the delicate trailing edge leading as opposed to the leading edge itself. This caused the angle her wings made to work against her, and normally kept her out of the air. But a messed up angle alone was not enough to keep her grounded forever. 

An Earth plane would struggle and stay put, never to dream of the sky. A Cybertronian would reason that with enough Energon and determination, anything could be done. And that was exactly how she intended to fly to Bali. 

She could fly. The force from her thrusters alone, once in the air, could keep her going upwards, though they would consume Energon at a rapid rate. For this reason she visited the Energon vault and procured five additional cubes–her present fuel levels were adequate enough she felt no need to recharge. As long as she kept her thrusters engaged and made sure to ride the wind currents of Earth perfectly, she calculated a likely path to Bali that only had a 32.6% chance of her crashing and dying in the process. 

Odds of 67.4 percent seemed favorable enough to her. She paused before the double doors of the hangar, vented, and opened them, stepping in.

“Victory, elevate the hangar.” The entire structure rumbled as it rose, the whoosh of water outside indicating they’d broken the surface of the ocean. She could hear waves beating against the metal. “Open. When I leave, return to the bottom of the ocean. I’ll be back. Even if you don’t seem to want me to.” 

She grumbled that last part.

The hangar doors opened. Bright sunlight poured in, causing her optics to readjust. She blinked a few times and took several steps forward, gazing out at the outside world. 

The ocean seemed to go on for eternity. Its color was a deep blue. White peaks formed and faded away as they crashed over and over against on the hangar. 

Above, the sky was cloudless. The winds were strong, rushing past her and howling in the enclosed metal environment. It was a good day for a flight. 

Invert returned to the back of the hangar and pulled up the coordinates in her hub. Approximately 8,502 miles. She’d cross it in a few earth hours if everything went well. 

If.

The Energon cubes felt heavy in her chassis as she transformed, lowering to the ground. The movement of her wings, shifting to her sides, becoming the things she’d have to rely on, felt wrong. It always did–like going from standing on two steady pedes to posing on one’s servos. One was natural, normal, comfortable, done without even thinking. The other required precise balance, intense focus, and a constant consumption of energy to maintain. 

She’d be more used to it if they let her practice more or gave her some lessons, perhaps. Perhaps they would do just that when they came back. And when they came back, they’d be proud, perhaps, of what she pulled off while they were gone. 

Giving her fuel supply one final check over, she engaged her thrusters and charged forward. 

Just like what you’ve seen Starscream do. Engage, shoot forward—

And she plummeted, shooting right into the ocean instead of the air. Spluttering, Invert turned back and barely managed to regain her balance before smashing into the seabed. A school of fish shot away from her, followed by some of the many legged organics and one of the squishy, color changing ones. 

She groaned, knocked a fist against her helm, and turned back to Victory, determined to try again. She’d get this right. She had to. 

She wouldn’t stop until she did.

—

Eight hours was all it took to reach Bali with the speed she maintained once airborne. High above the cruising altitude any human plane would comfortably fly at, she watched the unbroken ocean, speckled ever so slightly by the white peaks of breaking waves, and read over the logs on Insecticons. According to the writer of the Decepticon database, Insecticons were about as useful as unrefined Energon and equally likely to explode. Good to know. 

They were also incredibly disloyal. Of the three, Shrapnel, Kickback, and Bombshell, none had any kind of investment in the Decepticon cause. Their adaptations had given them the ability to consume organic matter and drastically increased their hunger. All they cared about was food. 

That would be troublesome, if she took them back to Victory immediately. With how low the Energon supply was getting, even one of them deciding to stuff himself could mean that the Decepticon cause on Earth died, permanently.

She’d have to approach them cautiously, without the same hospitality she’d extend to her fellow ‘cons (a good punch to the face, usually). What approach she’d provide, she’d have to decide, soon, since the coastline of the island nation had just manifested on the horizon–

When a warning suddenly appeared on her hub, covering almost her entire vision in red:

LOW POWER. ENERGON LEVEL: 10%. SEEK IMMEDIATE FUEL SOURCE. 

She cursed, but before the word could even escape her, her body convulsed, forcibly transforming back into its robot mode. Her nose cone dipped before turning back to her chassis and head, leaving her plummeting head over pedes. Her balance modulator began to scream in its efforts to right her, only to immediately disable as the rest of her forcibly entered power saving mode. 

The ocean was coming up fast. The wind whistled past, blocking out her audials. Tumbling over herself, Invert tried to use the boosters in her struts in an effort to slow her descent–and their force promptly made her tumble even faster. The world became a blur of blue as her systems flashed every warning under the sun. 

Then she hit the ocean, and the impact was so painful she momentarily offlined. Something cracked. Pain shot all throughout her frame, a damage report automatically pulling up in her hub as she sank below the greenish water, straight to the bottom below. 

It wasn’t a long drop, but just the act of hitting the sandy bottom exacerbated the pains shooting through her frame. She may as well have hit a wall at full speed. Blinking her optics several times, her damage report finally came into proper view. 

It wasn’t particularly savage, but neither was it promising. As she moved her arms to pull herself from her prone position on the seafloor they creaked ominously, the sound accompanied by broken glass spilling from her cockpit onto the sandy bottom. Glowing Energon joined it. 

That got her up. She practically leaped to her pedes, grabbing the cubes and stuffing them back into her chassis, cursing a storm as two of them began to leak. Cracks were apparent in both, and the delicate energy they provided bled out into the ocean currents. Two would be an entire recharge for her–she couldn’t let them go to waste. 

Pressing her servos against the cracks and praying that would be enough, she swiveled her helm, searching for the shore. The water was shallow–only about fifty feet, if her depth meter was to be trusted–but the open area she’d found herself in was still miles from shore. 

Miles she would not make without more Energon. Grimacing, already aware of just how poorly this would fare for her tanks, she brought the first of the cubes to her dermas and forcibly gulped it down, taking in far too much seawater in the process. Warnings popped up about contaminated fuel, followed by analysis of the contents: 96.5% water, 2.5% salts, .2% inorganic particulates, .8% organic particulates. 

The latter part almost made her purge what she’d consumed, but she kept it down. It was energy enough, she wouldn’t have to do it again and once she was back on land she’d purge anyways and forget that this ever happened. Tossing the empty cube aside and pocketing the second, she checked her map again for which way was land. 

North. She took off in that direction, the sandy floor gradually turning into some kind of living rock formation. Slimy looking organics of odd shapes populated the colorful stones, darting away as she stepped on and crunched them with ease. They left slime on her plating, which did not help her growing desire to purge. Stepping over what seemed to be an entire shelf of the organics, her helm finally broke water.

Ahead of her was a beach densely populated with humans. Around her, gasping and shrieking as they swam away, were more humans, all of whom had been previously enjoying themselves, somehow, in the ocean. 

She gave a dirty look to the closest ones and stomped forward, gradually rising out of the water as she approached the beach. The humans occupying it screamed and scattered, abandoning their little colorful fabrics and strange striped pole structures. A few foolish ones froze in place, staring at her in awe. 

Dripping with saltwater, covered in slime, and with a broken, gaping cockpit on display, Invert didn’t have the time nor patience to put up with any of them. Decepticons hardly had any concern for humans anyways, but it was generally discouraged to avoid stepping on them–it ruined your paint. 

Considering the damage her beautiful lime green had already attained, she didn’t think she could care less now. 

“Hey!” 

With her map pulled up in her main hub, she hadn’t noticed the one human that, as opposed to running in fear, had frozen up and stood their ground. She glanced down, spotting a tanned one just by her pedes. 

“Are you one of those Autobots?” 

The question actually made her pause for a moment, considering the Decepticon brand on her wings. If she were feeling a bit more patient or playful, she might tell him yes, she was, and he and all his friends should absolutely be fine with her holding a few of them for potential hostage situations later. Perhaps she could convince them to take her to her quarry without even an ounce of concern that they might call for help. It was an action that would make strategic sense, that any intellectual Decepticon would leap at. 

Invert, however, was tired, cranky, and not particularly fond of anything made of metal at the moment. 

She bent and flicked the human aside, not paying any attention as to just where the hell it might have landed. Humans. Worthless, bold, idiotic creatures. So tiny and delicate. And yet they still thought they could talk to beings like her. 

“How much longer till I get there?” She asked her systems as she headed off the beach, crunching a few human structures along the way. It responded with a calculation of the remaining distance to her quarry: halfway across the island, nestled in a ‘mangrove swamp’. Another thirty minutes of walking. 

Her pedes crushed plants and bent concrete as she followed the straightest path, ignoring whatever might have been built upon it. Humans panicked and ran in all directions to avoid her, their tiny screams grating on her audials. They were turned down in response, muting any potential crunching that may have occurred as she kicked aside a wooden structure marked with the image of a cone. The humans and their worthless, useless, delicate structures, were left behind in no time. 

And foolishly, she did not once consider that one of those screaming, fleeing humans might have called for help.

—---------------------

The coordinates lead her to a swamp. After a good ten minutes of walking, Invert found that the island gave way to less populated areas, rife only with animal and plant based organics. They were no more pleasant to deal with, but they didn’t scream nearly as much, and their movement patterns were relatively predictable. They fled to the undergrowth and hid there, as if they were praying she’d leave them alone. 

Good organics. They knew where they belonged. 

As she neared the swamp the dirt moistened, sticking to her pedes, and the water made its damnable return, flooding the land and forming pools that ran up her cadulens. The trees lifted themselves upon their roots as if they intended to walk away, forming cages which entrapped more organics within them. It seemed to her like a great prison, formed by the rejects of the Earth itself.  

Her map suddenly lit up, providing her with a name for the place she’d stepped into–the “Demon Swamp”. An informational packet came along with it, indicating that the Insecticon ship was nearby and that her Decepticon brethren had visited this place prior. She ignored everything except the part about the Insecticons. 

Invert was hasty, but not stupid. She done her research on the three of them during her flight–it had been difficult with the amount of focus she’d had to maintain at all times, but she’d pulled it off, because unlike some other one trick mechaponies in the cause, she could be taught how to do more than one thing. 

Of the three Insecticons, her greatest interest was in Shrapnel. They all seemed like frankly awful comrades, but the ability to produce clones was undeniably powerful. It wouldn’t matter if she was the last Decepticon on Earth. It wouldn’t matter if she only found him. It wouldn’t even matter if he could only make a few clones–a clone was still another robot, and numbers were what they needed more than anything. 

Silently, she hoped that he was the one who had created the distress signal, and that maybe, because of his electricity powers, he’d caused that infernal buzzing. It made sense. What else could have?

She made her way through the Demon Swamp cautiously.. For all she knew, Autobot soldiers were waiting around every corner. But more than that, the environment itself was actively hostile to her kind. 

The water was brackish, and sediment easily gathered between plating. The air was humid, which could clog vents. Organics constantly chirped in the background, distracting audials. The foliage from the mangrove trees moved constantly in the wind, requiring constant optic adjustments for lighting. And the water she waded through gave her position away to anything with ears in the general vicinity.

There was no approaching stealthily, not with the twisting roots that threatened to constantly trip her or the water that sloshed and bubbled like it was boiling. There was so much noise, even with her audials turned down, it was almost difficult to think. 

And that didn’t even begin to cover the constant buzzing that had risen into the air, one that she recognized. She was approaching the ship, she could feel it. Her map was pinging wildly, her coordinate numbers were rapidly growing smaller, and the buzzing of the signal, audible to everyone in a mile radius at minimum, was practically screaming. 

Actually…she paused, disabling her coordinates and turning her map off. The buzzing was still audible. Raising a hand to her helm, she disabled her comms as well. 

The buzzing was still audible. 

It wasn’t a signal, then. 

She took in a sharp ex-vent and continued forward, the mangrove trees overhead beginning to close together, blocking out the sunlight from above. The route she was following had taken on the qualities of a tunnel with mangrove roots forming its walls. They twisted and crawled over one another like tentacles. It made her plating crawl. 

The path curved sharply. She was met with a curtain of organic filth, gray and twisting. The buzzing had turned to almost shrieking now, and her scanners indicated that Cybertronian technology was very close now. Grimacing to herself, Invert grit her dentae and shoved the curtain aside, convulsing only slightly as it draped over her plating. It worsened her desire to purge–but that wasn’t the only contributor to the growing feeling. 

Before her, nestled in a massive grotto, was an old, crashed ship of Cybertronian origin. The doors to it had long been blown off and water had pooled over its floors. Organic filth grew over its top and mangrove roots had looped over its wings, trapping it in place. Its interior was pitch black, but she could detect some kind of movement from within. 

From the heart of that dark void the buzzing originated, sounding like the shriek of static. And just below it, she could hear a voice. 

“LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!”

—---------------------------------------------------

Seek alternate fuel source.

By the time Uptick’s data package sent him the notification to end recharge, Luster still hadn’t managed to offline for even a moment. Throughout the entirety of Earth’s night he’d laid still, listening to the endless humming that droned in his processor while watching the light of the moon creep across the floor. Earth’s moon was a small satellite structure about fifty times smaller than the planet it orbited. From the safety of the organic’s home it appeared as a particularly large orb in the sky and went through eight different phases: full, waxing gibbous, first quarter, waxing crescent

He vented harshly at the image and promptly sat up, the constant pinging in his helm only now properly registering. Uptick had so graciously set an alarm for him that was thirty Earth minutes prior to when he was expected at the clinic. As if on cue, he heard a knock at his door, and a quick check of the electrical field coming from outside told him all he needed to know of who was waiting for him. 

A comm arrived in his link before he could disable it. Despite the alarm literally ringing in his processor and telling him to get up, which Uptick would know he was presently experiencing, another notification from the same mech now waited patiently in his inbox, politely and firmly reiterating what had been told to him the night prior. 

It would soon be time to go to the clinic. He was not permitted to avoid or skip this appointment. He was on his second strike, and a third would mean that he would go into lockdown. They did not want to make him a prisoner. This was for his own good. 

Tank capacity at 50%. Fuel uptake at 15%. Seek alternate fuel source.

He didn’t manage to close the notification in time and it promptly opened a dozen more. Groaning to himself, Luster slammed his helm into the nearest wall, the damage report temporarily clearing his hub. 

Another comm and knock arrived only a second after he completed the action. If his optics could roll into his helm, they would have. 

‘I’m up,’ he sent back. ‘Out in a klik.’ 

His comms were promptly disabled, blocking out Uptick’s response. Then, the damnable alarm that hadn’t once stopped ringing was seized, taken to the back of his processor, and disabled in the least humane way he could imagine. Lastly, every last notification was closed and its accompanying pop-ups blocked. 

Finally, a moment of quiet. He swung his legs off his berth and took in a few ex-vents, mentally preparing himself for just what he was going to experience at the clinic today. During his last visit, they’d given up on trying to get him to manually recall the details of his trip. Whispers between the medics had agreed upon bringing in “the big guns”. 

Whatever “the big guns” meant, he couldn’t say he was eager to find out. 

There were guesses he’d had towards just what such a term might be referring to–a psychic patch in, perhaps, or maybe the complete removal of his processor for dissection. Maybe they’d do a deep scan and recreate him in a digital space, just so they could pick him apart like a particularly interesting puzzle. 

That was all he was to them. A puzzle. Something to be solved, categorized, put together, pulled apart, and put away once solved. 

He couldn’t even solve himself. What made them think they could do it?

Uptick pinged him again. It had been exactly 16 kliks of blissful silence. Luster vented and stood. Despite his tanks remaining half full, he could feel the aggressive pangs of hunger nipping at him, ever on the edge of his mind. They were pushed aside as he tapped the keypad to his habsuit, opening the door. 

Uptick stood just beyond it, taking up the entire frame and more with his bulk. He stepped back when the door opened, a mandatory smile crossing his faceplate. 

“There you are! That’s the fastest you’ve ever arisen!” He beamed at the prospect of his work bearing fruit, which Luster found annoying. “I’ll keep this in mind for next time. Now, are you ready to go? If we’re early, they might be able to admit you faster, which means a shorter session, eh?”

“Sure. Shorter.” He grumbled and slinked past Uptick, who closed the door he’d left open and followed along. 

~

The clinic he visited on a weekly basis was located on the opposite side of Metroplex, towards the back of his city form. During the war, there had been dozens of buildings just like it, designed to hold the wounded and dying. After the assault on Autobot city and the incident with the Chaos Bringer on Cybertron, many of the clinics on Earth had closed down as the medics and doctors returned home. There were, after all, far more injuries and casualties on Cybertron, even without the war raging. 

The peace of Earth had seen all but two clinics close, which were kept open out of necessity. Rare as it was, on occasion an Autobot might return from sparring with half his arm blasted off, or from a drive amongst humans with his front completely ruined. Humans, as Luster had quickly come to learn, were awful navigators and drivers. They ran into everything from still trees to moving cars to thin pedestrians on the side of the road. 

And sometimes they ran into Autobots, and what was merely an inconvenience for them was a fatality for the fragile organics. 

He didn’t feel quite strongly about the humans. They were alright. They were small, and weak, but surprisingly intelligent. They thought he was fascinating and scary. Some thought he was a friend. Many had grown accustomed to his kind, and would look at him with expectant eyes. 

He couldn’t offer them anything. He didn’t know why he intrigued them. The less interactions he had with the small things, the better, he supposed. The only slightly less maddening thing about their company was that the beat of their ‘sparks’ didn’t drive his processor crazy. 

Which was reason more why he despised the clinic. If there were weak in Autobot City, they were here. And the weak…the weak made easy prey. 

The streets were full of Autobots this early in the morning. Most everyone was up at this point, stretching their legs, tires, and waking up their engines. With every Autobot that dashed past them, racing along eagerly in alt mode, Luster felt his solvents building. The clinic was within sight, and he could see a black and yellow mech lingering by it, chatting up one of the nurses. 

Their sparks were so bright he could almost see them through their plating. 

Seek alternate fuel source.

Luster staggered to a halt in the middle of the street, venting harshly as he slammed a fist to his helm. 

Uptick startled behind him, instantly raising a hand. “Luster? What’s the matter? Are you alright?”

He gagged, hissing through his dentae. “I…I need to leave. Now. I need–”

“Now is no time for cold pedes.” Uptick said firmly, crossing his arms. “I know you’ve been opposed to these sessions, but the medics have assured me–”

Seek alternate fuel source.

The notifications were building nonstop. He couldn’t focus on moving, ignoring the sparkbeats, tuning out Uptick, resisting his aching tank, and closing the pop ups, all at once. He needed just a moment of calm, anything to temporarily turn it all off. 

“I need Energon,” he spat, ignoring whatever else Uptick had said. “Now.”

“Luster–!”

Jerking away, Luster staggered in the direction he knew the bar to be in. Three streets over, seven blocks down, take a left at the lamp post, follow the street until you see a lit up sign–

“Luster!” Uptick yelled, catching up with him in a moment and grabbing him by his shoulders. Luster growled and tried to shake him off, but he held on, turning him around like he was only an indignant sparkling. “You are absolutely not visiting the bar again. I tolerate this habit of yours on your best days, when it is appropriate to do so. Believe me when I say this, I understand how… appealing it can be to try and drown yourself in energy when you’re faced with the horrors of the past. But you…you’re taking it to dangerous levels.” His faceplate was more stony than the diamonds in Luster’s helm. “And I know for a fact that your tank does not empty at a rate so rapid that you’d need to refuel after only six hours of recharge.” 

“I didn’t recharge,” Luster snapped back, reaching up to grab one of Uptick’s servo’s. “I couldn’t offline for even a second last night. I’m starving, I need Energon, Uptick!”

“You need to stop acting like this!” His grip only tightened as Luster scratched at it, some of the white paint chipping away. “Avoiding your appointments to drink at the bar won’t change anything for the better, Luster! If you keep resisting change, you’ll end up trapped in the past!” 

The street had been sparsely populated only moments ago. Now, Luster was aware of other Autobots pausing in their going-ons. Several helms poked out from buildings, curious to see exactly what one of their enforcers had caught. 

He didn’t want to make a scene. The last thing he needed was more Autobots in the area around him. The quiet pounding sounds rapidly surrounding him were like drums on a quiet evening. But before he could even try to look around another notification popped up. 

Feed.

“It’s not about being stuck, idiot!” He screamed back, a snarl twisting his faceplate. He could feel the metal threatening to crack and break apart at the seams, right where his jaws would hinge. “I NEED this, or I’ll offline! I’ve got a fuel deficiency!”

“DON’T LIE TO ME!” Metal creaked as Uptick’s grip suddenly tightened, earning him a hiss. “I’ve have personal access to your file! There’s nothing wrong with your physical health!” 

Nothing wrong? NOTHING WRONG?!

The file was already so wrong by claiming that, and none of them even knew it. 

Seek alternate fuel source.

There are many sources nearby. 

“Is that so?” He grit out, feeling something on his back shifting. “Is that what they told you?” 

Was it so, Uptick? Would it always be so? Would it be so when he broke his faceplate, snapped his servos, and–

And what was he thinking?

He froze in the middle of forming his next sentence, voice dying before it could make any words. There was something shifting on his back, beneath his drill, and it replaced all the anger he felt with instant fear. There were witnesses. There were Autobots he knew around. If he let any more of himself slip, he would never speak to any of them again. 

The fight left him as quickly as it had entered, uselessly bleeding out like the Energon in his tank. Uptick seemed to sense this, his own rage subsiding, loosening along with his servos. Their impression had been left behind in Luster’s shoulderpads. He’d barely felt them bend, hissing only out of reflex. 

It was supposed to have hurt. He hadn’t even felt it.

The noise was coming back now. It was accompanied by the voices of other Autobots. He was suddenly so aware of the gazes upon him. Standing in the middle of the street by the clinic, he’d made himself the spectacle of the sector. And Uptick…

“We’re here early,” he muttered, venting quietly. “If you attend, and give them no issue, then…perhaps after your appointment…I…” He trailed off. “Your favorite refuge, it’s the Lead Pigeon, right?”

Luster did not look at him, or anyone, for that matter. Numbly he headed for the doors of the clinic, the red and orange nurse from before waiting for him. Uptick said something, following him halfway to his destination before stopping in the street. The medic cast him a glance before focusing back on her patient. 

“Luster! It’s good to see you.” The nurse held out her arm and spoke like she hadn’t watched him almost assault an enforcer in the street. “We’re almost ready for you, if you’ll just follow me. Got to take vitals.”

“Right,” he muttered, the noise of his notifications starting to drown out the street he’d left behind. Amongst it all, a ping came in from Uptick. He lingered over it for a few seconds as his body trudged along, leaving his mind stuck at the doors of the clinic. 

“Luster?” The nurse stopped by a machine. “Please step on the scanner.” 

He dismissed Uptick’s ping and obeyed. 

After the initial scans, he was led to the back of the clinic. The nurse took him to a small room with an examination table and a monitor. He moved to the table while she retrieved her datapad and tapped him in, the door sealing shut behind them. 

He’d been to the clinic a dozen times before, but it was the first time they’d taken him to this individual room. It was smaller than he’d thought they’d put a mech of his size in. With both their frames crowded in alongside the monitor and table, the place felt almost stifling. He shifted uncomfortably, dismissing more pings and notifications as she finally looked up from her datapad. 

“Alright, you’re all checked in. I’ve sent a comm to the surgeon you’ll be working with today.” She smiled, again. It was starting to bug him. “Have you been made aware of the treatment you’ll be undergoing today?”

“No,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his legs. “What is it?”

Ignoring his tone, she kept smiling and continued. “Are you familiar with mnemosurgery? Following your last encounter at the clinic, the doctor felt it would be best if an alternate approach was used to help you regain your memories. A specialist was called in from Cybertron, just for you.”

Luster cringed at that. All the way from Cybertron. Someone from home, or what home was supposed to be. Someone who’d remind him of how much he’d changed, how much home had changed. Was it anything like he remembered?

Mnemosurgery. It meant nothing to him. He frowned. 

“So he’s come all the way from Cybertron to do…something weird to me?” He vented. The drill on his back felt all the heavier. “Wonderful.”

The nurse was still smiling. Did she ever stop? Did she think it was reassuring? He felt like he was going to purge. 

“It’ll be fine, don’t worry. Mnemosurgery has been used plenty of times to help mechs struggling with trauma. The doctor wouldn’t have prescribed this if he thought it would be harmful to your health. And–”

A knock on the door interrupted her. Turning, she flipped the lock and it slid open, revealing a lavender mech with teal and yellow accents. He was wearing a silver visor and carrying a datapad, and gave the nurse a nod as he stepped in. “Luster of Cybertron, I take it?” He asked, silver gaze taking in the form of the pathetic creature sitting on the examination table. Upon receiving a nod, he grinned and held out a hand. “Good to meet you! I’m Redactor, and I’ll be serving as your mnemosurgeon.” 

His greeting was not returned. Unperturbed, Redactor dismissed the nurse, though he didn’t bother to sit where she had. Raising his datapad, he stood by the door as it closed, reviewing whatever information was on it. 

“So tell me about yourself, Luster!”

His voice was annoyingly cheerful. From the looks of his shoulderpads, tires, and the gaudy paint job, Luster guessed he was a race car. There were even rear wings on his back, split for each arm. His Autobot insignia was proudly displayed on his helm. 

“What’s there to tell? Everything you need to know is on that datapad.”

Redactor shrugged. “Sure, but as your mnemosurgeon, I’d like to potentially learn a bit more about you before I go digging around in your memories. It’s never pleasant to have a stranger in your thinker, is it?” He tapped his helm and let out a light chuckle.

Luster arched an optical ridge. “What do you mean by that?”

“Do you know what mnemosurgery is?” Redactor tilted his helm slightly, and when Luster shook his own, continued. “Mnemosurgery is the process of entering another Cybertronians mind. We…it doesn’t have a great reputation, I’ll be entirely realistic with you.” 

Despite the seriousness of the topic, he let out an awkward laugh. 

“You see it has a bit of a…connection, with the concepts of shadowplay and…well, during the war, it was frequently used to pry secrets from the processors of soldiers.” 

“But! Time marches on.” He gave Luster a smile that was supposed to be reassuring and failed to do just that. “You have my promise, I am not here to control you or alter your memories—I’m here to help you regain them. I heard you’ve been having memory problems?”

“That’s…one way of saying it.” He sat up, his back strut cracking as he did so. “I can’t remember anything, which I’m sure that datapad has already told you. So how are you going to fix that?”

Redactor raised one hand, needles suddenly springing from his fingers. Luster’s optics widened. Beneath his drill, something stirred, preparing to spring out defensively. 

“Relax! The process is painless!” The needles retracted and Redactor waved his hand placatingly. “According to your file, your memories are damaged, but it’s likely that they still exist, buried deep within your processor. You just can’t access them. That’s where I come in!” 

He gave his horrifying servos a wiggle. “With these, I can delve into your processor and potentially guide you back into those areas you can’t access. Now…granted, it may take several tries, and the process is quite dangerous to me. But…well, I can’t just turn down someone in need.”

“In need?” He was in need, all right, in need of not having needles jammed into his processor. He’d had the thing literally poked and prodded before, but this? Another ‘bot, literally inside of his head, accessing his memories? 

“Yes. Whatever happened to you out there, it’s destroyed quite a bit of your processor, hasn’t it? Don’t you want to remember any of it?”

When he didn’t answer, Redactor leaned forward, pressing even further. “Don’t you want to remember Cybertron? Your ship? Whatever you found out there? Solace?”

Solace. 

Don’t you want to remember Solace?

Solace. 

He felt like the ground was dropping from beneath his feet, flipping his tank out of his intake. Coughing, Luster felt warm Energon spill into his mouth, dripping out from his dermas. Redactor cringed at the sight.

“Are you alright?” He asked worriedly, though his words fell on deafening audials. 

Solace. 

Solace. 

Who’s Solace?

“If you’re not feeling well, I’ll call the nurse, we can do this another day–”

“Don’t.” The words spilled out of him along with the pearls of Energon, his optics focusing on the silver of Redactor’s visor. “Solace. You can help me remember Solace?.” 

There was an edge to his voice, a desperation that made Redactor flinch. 

“I–yes, that’s the hope. I–have you eaten this morning? The nurse said there was an incident–”

“I’m fine. Tell me. What are you going to do?” He leaned forward, almost losing his balance on the table. “What do those needles do? Are you going through my helm?”

“Oh, heavens no. They, ah, enter through the back of your neck, where I’ll connect with–”

“Don’t care. You said it doesn’t hurt?” 

“No, absolutely not. Completely painless, I assure you. Um, are you sure you’re feeling alright, you seem…well, friend, you’ve done a bit of an about face, haven’t you?”

He balled a fist and wiped Energon from his dermas. “Haven’t the faintest clue what you’re talking about. How long is this going to take?”

“The mnemosurgery? Anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours. I try to keep sessions short–the longer I’m in your mind, the greater the danger to me.”

Just a few hours at max. He could hold out for that long. With how slowly his tank drained anyways, he wouldn’t be anywhere close to empty even by the end of the earth day. A few hours. That was all. 

Solace. He had to find out what happened to Solace. This would let him find out what had happened to Solace. 

What happened to Solace?

“Alright. Poke me. Stab me. Whatever you’ve got to do. Let’s do this.”

Redactor winced. “It’s…good to see that you’re so…cooperative! Al-alright, please lie down.”

He did as instructed. Redactor loomed over him, needles poking out of his servos as he moved to his helm. 

“Now, please try to relax. Disable your optics if need be. The more stressed you are, the more difficult it can become for me to enter, and…”

Redactor was going on and on about the process. Luster did not care. He was too busy attempting to close every notification currently crowding his hub. 

Seek alternate fuel source.Seek alternate fuel source.Seek alternate fuel source.Seek alternate fuel source.Seek alternate fuel source.Seek alternate fuel source.Seek alternate fuel source.Seek alternate fuel source.Seek alternate fuel source.SEEK ALTERNATE FUEL SOURCE.SEEK ALTERNATE FUEL SOURCE.SEEK ALTERNATE FUEL SOURCE.SEEK ALTERNATE FUEL SOURCE.SEEK ALTERNATE FUEL SOURCE.SEEK ALTERNATE FUEL SOURCE.SEEK ALTERNATE FUEL SOURCE.SEEK ALTERNATE FUEL SOURCE.

A few hours. Just a few hours. That was all he had to hold on for. 

He could do this. 

[leiflitter]

now that i’ve asked you about regular head canons, give me your after oxford before you’re almost home headcanons, like what happened directly after the maze and such

Ahh so some of THAT will be going up in YAH so... there are no spoilers, and some of this has been mentioned so- under the cut time again my friend

Felix spent about 4ish months in a very expensive private clinic, but as always, he escaped major conequences because He Is Lucky.

He was also a major, major twat for the next term before his summer holidays. People still wanted to be around him, but he was calling people fake and kept leaving nights out and going back to his dorm and generally being a big emotional wreck. Felix did not understand why he did this, but he did it anyway! Hooray!

He always had to be facing the door in any pub/club/cafe/wherever because he was absolutely gearing up for some Big Confrontation With Oliver, except he never saw Oliver, so he was mad about that too.

Because his parents had wrangled him Special Treatment, he absolutely went a bit nocturnal.

Farleigh eventually told Elspeth that Felix was clearly Not Over Summer, and she planned their big summer tour/felix to Bali because she couldn't actually FACE it.

He listened to a lot of my chem and cried a lot and couldn't have said why if you'd asked him.

For Oliver? He was literally on tenterhooks until he found out that Felix survived. We're talking didn't eat, barely slept, roared through the summer reading list and barely came out of his bedroom. His parents were worried he was on drugs.

He left as soon as he could after Felix was found; he thought about taking the red robe with him but he was shaking too hard to pack properly. He did steal some little things (Felix's toothbrush, soap, a feather from the wings) that wouldn't be missed. He walked to the station. It took about an hour.

He found out Felix survived through a mass text sent by one of the minor Alpha Hotties about signing a Get Well Soon card for him.

Oliver absolutely reverted back to invisibility so hard the moment he was on campus. Farleigh MIGHT have seen him, but he's not telling.

He only cried after Christmas and he was in a new bedroom and a new college and finally able to guarantee he was alone.

Oliver legitimately did nothing except Study Hard for the next... Way too long, to be honest. He avoided the library apart from first thing in the morning. His parents paid for him to stay in Oxford over holidays, because he said he needed to. He got his degree a year early because he literally turned into a hermit.

He stopped reading the Society Pages when he saw the wedding announcement for Felix and Lucia- he didn't even get to Lucia's name before he tore it to shreds and had a very quiet breakdown before continuing with his work.

It took him a good nine years to acknowledge that, yes, he actually love-loved Felix. His therapist was very pleased, but Oliver was not.

[purrplewitches]

the course of true love (never did run smooth)

Pairing: Geto/Shoko, Gojo/Utahime Rating: M (eventually)

Summary: forcing two jujutsu sorcerers to live together is a dangerous game. Shoko and Utahime are just hoping to make it through the year - the last thing either expects is to fall in love

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"I wish you could visit us in Kyoto more often, Shoko," Utahime sighs wistfully, appearing in the kitchen doorway with three bottles of wine in her arms, "This almost feels like one of our student-day get-togethers. Ah, what a time that was!"

Utahime's deep in her cups - she, Shoko, and Mei Mei have been drinking at her apartment since late morning, enjoying the rare day off together - and Shoko cannot help but chuckle when she meets Mei Mei's knowing gaze - Utahime's has always been an overly nostalgic drunk.

"I wish I could come out here more often, too," Shoko says, leaning languidly against the armrest of the couch, "But, thanks to Principal Yaga and certain idiots who seem to think that getting injured on a mission is a requirement, I barely get any days off without getting called back to school to treat someone."

"Just don't pick up the phone when you are not on the clock. The way I see it, if you aren't getting paid, it's not your problem," Mei Mei smiles, taking a drink of her wine, "Perhaps, realizing that they can't always rely on you will teach certain sorcerers to think twice before blindly rushing into a battle."

"I'm not sure there's anything that could get through their thick skulls," Shoko sighs, shifting in her seat to let Utahime settle down on the couch beside her.

"No one's immune to a lesson that's taught the hard way," Mei Mei tilts her head to the side, studying Shoko's face.

Shoko hums, considering Mei Mei's suggestion - perhaps, there's some merit to her words. Utahime shifts in her seat, distracting Shoko from her thoughts, and offers her wine. Though rather tipsy, Shoko doesn't refuse.

"Thank you," Shoko murmurs when Utahime generously fills her glass almost too full. Taking a long, slow sip to ensure it doesn't spill, she continues, "Still, despite all my grievances, I'm grateful at least that I'm only a doctor and not a teacher. With patients, once they are out of the clinic, they are off my hands, but with students, it seems there isn't a single moment when you don't have to worry for them. I don't know how you do it, Utahime."

"Working with students can be very rewarding. And there's never a dull day when you are teaching young sorcerers," Utahime smiles, slumping against the back of the couch, "Though, at times, it could be a little tiring."

"So, it seems you two are in desperate need of a vacation," Mei Mei chuckles, pouring more wine into her glass, "It could be fun to travel together this summer… I'm thinking somewhere warm, with a nice beach."

"I'd love to go to Bali or Malaysia," Utahime sighs dreamily before turning to Shoko, "But you just reminded me of something."

"Huh?" Shoko says, confused.

"When you mentioned the students, I thought of my conversation with principal Gakuganji just two days ago," Utahime explains, "Apparently, we most likely won't have any first-year students this term… Do you know if Tokyo's getting any first years?"

At Utahime's words, Shoko frowns, remembering the faculty meeting she'd been forced to attend a few weeks prior. She used to try to get out of the faculty meetings - after all, she didn't teach, so there was no reason for her to be there - but Principal Yaga always insisted that it was essential for everyone working at Jujutsu High to attend, which left Shoko with no choice but to comply begrudgingly.

Most of the time, these faculty meetings consisted of mind-numbing drivel that Shoko could easily tune out. Still, the one that Utahime's words brought to mind stood out against the rest - she'd never seen Principal Yaga quite as grim as when he'd told them that there would be no first-year students starting at the school come April.

"I thought we were the only ones not getting new students," Shoko places her wine glass on the low table in front of her, "I actually assumed that your school must be getting students since we aren't."

"Well, it's not certain quite yet," Utahime replies, crossing her arms before her, "Principal Gakuganji said they'll keep looking - but with the school year looming so near, I don't think they'll be able to find anyone."

"I suppose this shouldn't come as too much of a surprise," Shoko muses, "After all, the classes have been getting smaller for years - I can't remember the last time we had more than four students at the school at the same time."

"And I thought our grade was tiny since there were only two of us," Mei Mei laughs, brushing her hair out of her face as she leans back in her seat, "But, perhaps, instead, it was way too crowded."

Shoko chuckles, nodding - though there were only three people in her class, Gojo and Geto's antics often made it feel as though there were a dozen. And the only reason they've gotten away with those antics was because even as students, they were as powerful as at least a dozen fully-fledged sorcerers.

Though somewhat concerning, the revelation that neither Tokyo nor Kyoto schools are getting new students is not surprising to Shoko. After all, people who could see cursed spirits were exceedingly rare - and, among them, those with enough cursed energy and enough talent for using cursed techniques to become career jujutsu sorcerers were rarer still.

And, even among those with innate talent and abilities, only some were ready - or willing to take on - the burdens of a sorcerer's life. Looking back, Shoko sometimes wondered if she'd still choose this path if she knew then what she knows now.

"I just hope this will be a one-off year if they don't find anyone," Utahime says, distracting Shoko from her thoughts, "I'd really hate for this to become a…regular occurrence."

"Oh, trust me, it won't," Mei Mei chuckles, leaning against the armrest of the couch and resting her chin on her hand, "If the higher-ups notice the flow of new sorcerers running dry, they'll send Principal Gakuganji and Principal Yaga - and, perhaps, the rest of us too if we are ever so unfortunate - to scour the ends of the earth for new students. And that likely wouldn't even be the worst of it if they ever decide that there just aren't enough sorcerers around."

A shiver runs up Shoko's spine at the thought. Though the higher-ups and their decision were largely unpredictable, one thing was for certain - they could always be relied on to make an already bad situation worse.

"Let's not dwell on such dreadful scenarios," Shoko says decisively, "How about we discuss something less morbid?"

"Like that summer vacation you mentioned," Utahime chimes in.

"Very well," Mei Mei smiles. She gets up from her seat and walks over to the couch where Shoko and Utahime are sitting and gestures for them to make space for her, "I want to show you the hotel I stayed at last year when I went to Malaysia - I think you'll like it."

"Can't wait to lie on the beach all day and do absolutely nothing, "Utahime says, shifting over and letting Mei Mei sit between them. Shoko nods in agreement - perhaps, if she's in another country, too far to be called back to the school's clinic in the middle of the night, she'll finally be able to catch up on sleep.

Just as Mei Mei's about to pull up the pictures of the hotel, Shoko's phone rings. She doesn't want to pick up - after all, it's her well-deserved day off - but when she sees the caller's name, an all-too-familiar uneasy feeling uncoils in her chest.

"Who is it?" Utahime asks, frowning as Shoko gets up from the couch.

"It's Yaga," Shoko sighs, downing the remainder of her wine, "Which means one of those idiots has likely gotten into some sort of trouble… I'll be right back."

With that, Shoko heads over to the kitchen. Her phone doesn't stop ringing, not for a moment, and Shoko knows it must be something serious. Taking a deep breath to ward off the uneasy feeling welling in her chest, she picks up the call.

"Took you long enough to answer," Principal Yaga says instead of a greeting, "Are you in Tokyo now? Can you stop by the school?"

"I'm in Kyoto, so it will take at least a few hours before I can make it back," Shoko responds calmly, "Is someone injured?"

Principal Yaga doesn't respond, not for a long moment, and the silence that stretches between them does little to quell her unease.

"Are you with Utahime?" Principal Yaga asks suddenly.

The question catches Shoko off-guard - why does he need to know that? Worrying thoughts swirl in Shoko's head, but she chases them away. Perhaps, it's nothing too serious; maybe they are just getting sent on a mission together…

"Yes," Shoko says, "And Mei Mei's here too."

"I see… Has Principal Gakuganji contacted them yet?"

Why would he? Unless…

"Has someone died?" Shoko asks flatly, unable to stave off her unease any longer.

"What? No, no one's dead; why did you think that?" Principal Yaga replies, clearly frustrated, "I knew this would be easier to explain in person, but since you're in Kyoto, I suppose this will have to do. Can you put the phone on speaker so the others can hear?"

Shoko frowns, confused. If no one's injured or dead, why is he calling her on her day off? What could possibly be so urgent? And why do Utahime and Mei Mei need to listen in on the call?

"One moment," Shoko says, "They are in another room - I'll go there now."

Muting the microphone, she walks out into the living room. Mei Mei and Utahime are still sitting on the couch, scrolling through the pictures of different hotels, their focused expressions betraying just how seriously they take the selection process.

"Is everything alright?" Utahime looks up at Shoko, concerned.

"I'm not sure," Shoko replies, frowning, "The only thing I know is that no one's injured or dead, but whatever it is, it must concern all of us since Principal Yaga asked to include you two on the call…"

"There's only one way to find out," Mei Mei says, and Shoko nods. She approaches the couch, settles down, and, taking a deep breath, unmutes the phone.

"We are all here now," she says.

"Very well," Principal Yaga says after a brief pause, "I will be frank; I do not think there is a way to broach the subject delicately, so I'll get straight to the point. This morning, the higher-ups called for a meeting that Principal Gakuganji and I attended."

Shoko looks up from her phone, her gaze shifting between Utahime, who's hugging her knees close to her chest and nervously twirling the bracelets on her wrist, and Mei Mei, who's lazily leaning against the back of the couch, taking a long, slow sip of her wine.

"As you may know, no new students are enrolling in either Tokyo or Kyoto Jujustu High this year."

Shoko exchanges surprised glances with Utahime and Mei Mei. Is that what this is about? Mei Mei better not have jinxed it - the last thing Shoko wants is to travel to some god-forgotten village in search of potential new students for their school.

"The higher-ups have expressed their concerns regarding what this means for the jujutsu society… Especially since fewer and fewer sorcerers are born every year," Principal Yaga continues.

Mei Mei chuckles airly at these words, and Shoko can only scoff - it is hardly a surprise. Only a union of two sorcerers could guarantee a sorcerer offspring - but unions like that were exceedingly rare, and for a good reason. Jujutsu sorcerers lived hard, short lives that often ended in a horrifyingly macabre manner. Of the many willing to walk this difficult path, few were ready to entrust their hearts to someone else bound to this gruesome fate, and Shoko could not blame them.

For her part, Shoko much preferred dating outside the jujutsu sorcerer community. The secrecy required by their profession all but guaranteed that those relationships would not last, but it's not like Shoko was ever looking for something serious or long-term. She'd gladly do short, meaningless flings all her life if that meant she'd never get a heart-wrenching call in the middle of the night telling her that the person she loved the most had just been ground into a fine paste and smeared around the block by an unexpectedly present special grade curse.

"…And so a decision was made," Principal Yaga says, distracting Shoko from her thoughts, "To ensure the continuation and proliferation of the jujutsu sorcerer society, all unmarried jujutsu sorcerers are to find a match with whom they must form a union that shall last at least a year."

Shoko blinks slowly, wondering if the wine has finally gotten to her head and made her imagine things. To her chagrin, judging by Utahime and Mei Mei's expressions, it seems she heard Principal Yaga correctly.

"You can't be serious!" Utahime exclaims, a bright, angry blush rising high in her cheeks.

"I wish I was, even if this would make for a terrible joke," Yaga replies grimly.

"Huh, now that's something I didn't expect," Mei Mei chuckles darkly, "A puppy mill, but make it jujutsu sorcerers… Those old men really are some twisted creeps."

It is not common for Mei Mei to be this crass, but then again, this is no ordinary situation.

"Don't be rude," Principal Yaga says, but there is no force behind his words, only exhaustion, "And don't twist my words. No one is demanding that any of you have children within the year. The official order only requires that each unmarried sorcerer finds a match - and that they live with that match for at least a year. Of course, ideally, this arrangement will become permanent and will result in children. But, if in a year's time, you no longer wish to live with the person you picked, you are free to leave without suffering any repercussions."

"That hardly sounds any better," Shoko scoffs. There are few things she appreciates in life more than having her own space, and the thought of sharing her apartment with someone for an entire year makes her highly annoyed.

"Another important thing to mention," Principal Yaga says, ignoring Shoko's words, "You are free to pick whoever you want as your match. If they agree, you'll need to come to my or to Principal Gakuganji's office to register your union. There's only one restriction - if someone who is a higher grade sorcerer than you requests you as their match, you cannot decline."

Shoko almost laughs - as it turns out, being a grade one sorcerer was good, at least for something. At least no one could force her into a match.

"Those who have not registered their union by Friday, two weeks from now, will be entered into the lottery for a random draw," Principal Yaga concludes.

"I'd like to clarify - just so there are no misunderstandings," Mei Mei's voice is calm and businesslike, her face focused - however shocked she may have been at Yaga's announcement, she's clearly pulled herself together and was already making plans, "All this new order requires of us is to find someone to live with for the next year - is that right?"

"That's correct," Principal Yaga replies, "But the underlying expectations of the higher-ups are as I discussed. And, since this is an order, new living quarters will be provided to all the couples as well as some extra compensation. With the deadline looming so close, I imagine you have a lot to think about - and I have a few more phone calls to make. Just make sure you don't delay too long."

Silence falls upon the room as soon as the call disconnects. Shoko slumps against the armrest of the couch, resting her chin on the palm of her hands. Whoever cautioned people to be careful of what they wished for was right. As much as she didn't want to be called into work because some idiot got into an avoidable scuffle with a cursed spirit, that would have been much better than whatever just happened.

For the first time in weeks, Shoko almost regrets the promise she made to Utahime to try and quit smoking - the more she thinks of Principal Yaga's words, the more she yearns for a cigarette.

"I need a drink," she says, finally, trying to distract herself from the urge to smoke. Mei Mei nods, then picks up a bottle and pours her a full glass.

"I know we've long suspected it, but this seals it," Utahime's voice is full of anger, and the next thing Shoko knows, she's pacing the room, "Seems these old men have nothing better to do than to torment us. This order is an atrocity!"

"It's quite annoying," Mei Mie offers calmly, "But if you think about it, it's not that bad."

"Not that bad?" Utahime almost hisses.

"As you've heard, all the order really requires is to find someone you can tolerate living with for the next year - and, after that, both of you can be on your merry way. As long as you find someone who views this the same way you do, I'm sure it won't be too difficult to come to an understanding," Mei Mei drawls, taking a drink of her wine, "While the situation is far from ideal, I'm sure an acceptable arrangement is possible."

"Easier said than done," Shoko chuckles. Utahime and Mei Mei were, perhaps, the only people she could fathom sharing an apartment with for an entire year, but, much to her chagrin, that would not be allowed.

"Yes," Utahime agrees, "You are saying it like it's so easy to find someone "tolerable." Have you met most of our colleagues?"

"They aren't all that bad," Mei Mei laughs airily, leaning against the back of the couch, "You just need to know how to look."

Shoko looks at Mei Mei with curiosity, wondering if she has someone specific in mind, but she doesn't ask - the last glass of wine has finally gotten to her head, leaving her very tipsy and a little tired.

"Sure," Utahime scoffs, crossing her arms before her, "And then there's the lottery… Do you think there's any chance that one won't get paired up?"

"There are more male than female jujutsu sorcerers," Shoko says, placing her wine glass on the table, "So, as a woman, I'd say your chances of not getting assigned a match through the lottery are zero."

"Besides," Mei Mei interjects, "Why would you want to leave something like this up to chance? If you get a random match, it's far from guaranteed that the two of you will see eye to eye on what this order means… Which may cause very undesirable issues."

"This order really is a way to cause a short-term demographic problem in an attempt to solve a long-term one," Shoko chuckles darkly, "Given that none of us are exactly above murder. I'll give it a few months before everyone's at each other's throats - let's see what the higher-ups do then."

"All the more reason to pick someone you can tolerate," Mei Mei shrugs, "Getting rid of bodies can be quite cumbersome. Now then, shall we continue looking at the hotels? I liked the first one we saw, but I want to stay somewhere I haven't been before."

"You still want to go on a vacation?" Utahime asks, surprised.

"Of course," Mei Mei chuckles, "Now even more so - given everything we have to deal with, we absolutely deserve it."

Shoko hums appreciatively - she's always admired Mei Mei's eye-on-the-prize attitude. It seemed like nothing could ever sidetrack her from something she really wanted. And, given everything that has just transpired, she could really use a distraction.

"I suppose you are right. "After all, that would be the perfect excuse to get away from those thrice-cursed matches the higher-ups want to saddle us with," Utahime muses momentarily, then looks at Shoko, "Are you in?"

"Of course," Shoko nods. Principal Yaga's words are weighing heavy on her mind, but Shoko pushes them away and smiles, "At this point, I'll do anything that will let me catch up on sleep."

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sometimes i wish i was like the bitches i went to hs with who get married to some idiot and go to Bali. bc like having not done that i feel more sophisticated but i’m also clinically depressed

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IVF Cost in Bali Nagar: A Comprehensive Guide

In recent years, In Vitro Fertilization (IVF) has become an increasingly popular option for couples facing challenges in conceiving naturally. Bali Nagar, a bustling locality in Delhi, has emerged as a key destination for those seeking fertility treatments, thanks to its advanced medical infrastructure and expert practitioners. One of the most common questions prospective parents have is about the cost of IVF in this area. Understanding the expenses involved can help couples make informed decisions and plan their fertility journey effectively.

Understanding IVF Costs in Bali Nagar

The cost of IVF in Bali Nagar can vary depending on several factors, including the clinic chosen, the specific treatment protocol, and any additional procedures that may be necessary. On average, the cost of a single IVF cycle in Bali Nagar ranges between ₹1,50,000 to ₹2,50,000. This estimate typically includes consultations, ovarian stimulation, egg retrieval, fertilization, and embryo transfer.

Breakdown of IVF Costs

Initial Consultation: The first step in the IVF process is an initial consultation with a fertility specialist. This consultation typically costs between ₹1,000 to ₹3,000 and includes a detailed discussion of the patient’s medical history, previous treatments, and the best course of action.

Ovarian Stimulation: This phase involves the use of fertility drugs to stimulate the ovaries to produce multiple eggs. The cost of medication alone can range from ₹30,000 to ₹60,000, depending on the dosage required and the brand of drugs used.

Egg Retrieval and Embryo Transfer: The cost of the egg retrieval procedure and subsequent embryo transfer generally ranges from ₹70,000 to ₹1,00,000. This includes the surgical procedures and the use of specialized equipment in the laboratory.

Laboratory Fees: Fertilization of the eggs with sperm is carried out in a lab, and this process incurs additional costs, which can range from ₹20,000 to ₹40,000.

Additional Procedures: Some patients may require additional procedures, such as Intracytoplasmic Sperm Injection (ICSI), Preimplantation Genetic Testing (PGT), or the use of donor eggs or sperm. These can add anywhere from ₹20,000 to ₹1,50,000 to the overall cost.

Factors Influencing IVF Costs

Clinic Reputation: High-end clinics with state-of-the-art facilities and a strong success rate may charge higher fees. However, they often provide a better chance of success, which can be a crucial factor in your decision.

Doctor’s Experience: Fertility specialists with extensive experience and a high success rate may charge more for their services. Their expertise can significantly influence the outcome of the treatment.

Location: While Bali Nagar offers competitive pricing compared to other parts of Delhi, proximity to the city center or upscale neighborhoods can affect the cost of treatment.

Number of Cycles: Some couples may require multiple IVF cycles to achieve a successful pregnancy, which can increase the overall cost.

Financing Options and Support

Understanding the financial burden that IVF can impose, many clinics in Bali Nagar offer flexible payment plans, loans, and even EMI options to make the treatment more accessible. Additionally, some insurance companies are beginning to offer partial coverage for fertility treatments, although this is still a developing area in India.

Conclusion

IVF in Bali Nagar offers a balance between quality care and affordability. While the costs can vary, it’s essential to choose a clinic that provides transparent pricing and personalized care. Couples considering IVF should take the time to consult with several clinics, compare costs, and evaluate the success rates to make an informed decision.

Starting a family is a significant emotional and financial commitment, and understanding the IVF costs in Bali Nagar is a critical step in this journey. With the right information and support, you can take confident steps toward achieving your dream of parenthood.

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Profil Maharani Kemala, MS Glow Pecah Kongsi?

Kadek Maharani Kemala Dewi adalah pengusaha berkebangsaan Indonesia. Namanya dikenal melalui bisnisnya di industri kosmetik dan bahan kimia. Perempuan kelahiran Bali 3 September 1988 ini mengelola klinik kecantikan MS Glow Aesthetic Clinic yang di kota Denpasar, Surabaya, Bandung, Sidoarjo, Malang dan Jakarta. Selain itu, dia mengelola pabrik pembuatan bahan kosmetika Urban Indo Manufaktur yang…

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Bali is considered a paradise. Summer is here all year round, warm turquoise ocean, delicious fruits, palm trees and coconuts. But after living on the island of the Gods for some time, you will notice that he is no stranger to earthly problems, one of which is a depressingly large number of homeless animals in need of care.

Villa Kitty Foundation

Villa Kitty started its activity as a shelter for underprivileged cats and kittens in Bali in 2011. Now they offer help and care for animals at all stages.

Newborn kittens who have lost their mother are constantly brought to them. Kittens and cats are vaccinated and nursed here in order to be put up for adoption in the future. The Villa Kitty Foundation also cooperates with the Bali Pet Crusaders organization, together with which they carry out free sterilization of cats 3 times a week for all foster families, as well as families with low incomes.

A notable place is the Villa Kitty shelter itself. This is literally a cat world of almost more than 500 cats, cats and kittens. Here they feel like sovereign fluffy masters: they lie on shelves, walk on tables and scurry among visitors. You can come here to spend time with animals. Also, every Sunday there are vegan dinners for everyone who wants to spend time with cats. The cost is 50,000 idr.

Villa Kitty has many plans, including the expansion of the veterinary clinic and a project to process cat waste into compost. You can help the shelter financially with a donation, as well as through adoption or temporary custody.

Mission Pawsible

The project has been in existence since 2015 thanks to the caring creator Prue Barber, who created a model where those who want to help can choose several options: a donation to a specific animal, a general donation to the project or buy a product in the project store. You can choose from both products for four-legged friends (collars, leashes, carriers) and very cozy merch like mugs with images of dogs. The main thing is that 100% of the profit from sales goes to help animals. The mission of the project is treatment, rehabilitation and search for a new home for cats and dogs in Bali. You can also fill out a questionnaire for the “adoption” of one of the rescued dogs. Candidates are being selected. Mission Pawsible has many ambitious plans, including the construction of a treatment center and a dog park with recreation areas and an animal pool.

The Bali Dog Halfway House

Here furry friends are fed, watered, loved and protected 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. All dogs that come under the care of BDHH undergo rehabilitation — they are taught to obey and socialize to ensure a higher chance of adoption. Also, all dogs are vaccinated and sterilized. The project accepts donations of both money and necessary things like food, blankets and even furniture.

Bali Pet Crusaders

The number of stray cats and dogs is constantly growing in Bali. Members of the organization Bali Pet Crusaders are engaged in providing mobile and free sterilization. This is how they help animals and local communities that cannot afford to take full care of their pets.

The organization was founded by Australian animal lover Deb Banfield and partners of the local charity Yayasan Seva Bhuana. A team of professional veterinarians travels to rural areas of the island, as well as to places where outbreaks of rabies are recorded, to provide medical care to animals and education for their owners. You can support the project by donating or buying in the store on the website. All the profit from the purchase goes to the work of the organization.

Bali Animal Welfare Association (BAWA)

All organizations accept financial assistance either through banks in Indonesia, or through American and European cards, as well as SWIFT transfers. You can pay for a donation through the data of charitable organizations on their website or directly to the organization by arriving in person.

Together we can help the island and its four-legged inhabitants to live a healthy and happy life!

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Finding Hope and Healing: The Importance of Drug and Alcohol Rehab

Addiction to drugs or alcohol can ruin your life and happiness. Find a professional drug and alcohol rehab in Bali that can break this addiction cycle and bring you back in the mainstream of life.

You cannot deny that drugs or alcohol addiction push you into a darkness. Many people across the globe have been trapped into it. That’s where trusted Bali Rehabilitation Service offers a lifeline to rediscover a fulfilling life.

The Importance of Drug and Alcohol Rehab:

Usually, the notion of rehab that may come into your mind is sterile clinics and forced sobriety. Well, this is not reality. Indeed, modern rehab centers offer support and care. They boast professionals to guide you on your journey to recovery. We would say this is the first step towards a happy prosperous life. How does a Bali Rehabilitation Service

Breaking the Cycle of Dependence-

Addiction is a complex disease. Once you are addicted to drugs and alcohol, you will crave more to recapture that feeling. Over time, this dependence alters brain chemistry. Later on, you will be trapped and feel difficult to break this cycle.

This is where Bali Rehabilitation center offers a safe and controlled environment for your recovery, encouraging the process of detoxification. These rehabs possess medical professionals to handle your physical symptoms safely. It leads to healing by addressing the root causes of addiction.

Finding The Roots-

Any addiction can also be triggered by emotional wounds, past traumas, or unaddressed mental health issues. You will be offered individual and group therapy sessions. Expert therapists employ different techniques like cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT) to identify your negative thought patterns and fix it. Additionally, you will learn stress management, healthier coping skills development, and self-worth development.

Building a Support System-

Fear not!! You are not alone in a Bali Rehabilitation center. There are people who understand your struggles. You can share your experiences and gain encouragement. In this safe environment, can express vulnerabilities and celebrate victories.

Developing Life Skills-

When it comes to a rehab, it isn’t about quitting drugs or alcohol addiction. It is all about restoring your life. You will learn many basic things through workshops and life skills training. You will back into your society with confidence and resilience at the end of the day. In addition, there are opportunity to practice yoga, meditation, and mindfulness training. Moreover, it leads to a long-term recovery.

Relapse Prevention-

Recovery is a journey. Relapse prevention programs can help you in different ways like identifying your potential triggers. It helps to develop strategies to cope with it and make the best network for continued success.

In a nutshell, don’t hesitate to call a rehab for your recovery. We understand that it can feel daunting initially; it's a courageous act of self-love. Don't let fear hold you back. With the right support and guidance, you can get back to the track.

Author’s Bio: Holistic Recovery Bali is a leading drug and alcohol rehab center. It tailors high-end luxury programs for individuals or couples seeking personalized rehab options in Bali. Your journey towards healing begins with a simple step – a no-obligation FREE one hour assessment. 

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Kemenkumham Bali Mudahkan Akses Masyarakat Melalui Mobile IP Clinic

GIANYAR – Dalam rangka memperingati Hari Kekayaan Intelektual Sedunia tahun 2024, Kantor Wilayah Kementerian Hukum dan Hak Asasi Manusia (Kemenkumham) Bali memfasilitasi kegiatan Mobile IP Clinic di Alun-Alun Kota Gianyar, pada Jumat, 26 April 2024. Selain menekankan pada pentingnya kekayaan intelektual, Kemenkumham Bali juga mengenalkan beragam layanan yang disediakan di wilayah…

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🙏 Wishing you a blessed Hanuman Jayanti! 🙏

May the divine blessings of Lord Hanuman bring healing, strength, and well-being into your lives. Spandan Homeopathic Clinic extends heartfelt wishes to all on this auspicious day. May you find health, happiness, and peace in abundance. Jai Bajrang Bali! 🕉️

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Surrogacy Cost in Bali Nagar: Comprehensive Guide by Fertility Centre India

Surrogacy has become a beacon of hope for many couples struggling with infertility, providing a viable path to parenthood. Bali Nagar, a bustling locality in Delhi, is emerging as a notable destination for surrogacy services due to its combination of advanced medical facilities, experienced professionals, and cost-effective options. Here’s a detailed look at the surrogacy costs in Bali Nagar and what prospective parents can expect.

Understanding Surrogacy Costs in Bali Nagar

The cost of surrogacy in Bali Nagar is influenced by various factors, including medical procedures, legal requirements, and surrogate compensation. Here’s a breakdown of the key components:

Medical Procedures:

IVF and Embryo Transfer: The in-vitro fertilization (IVF) process, including egg retrieval, fertilization, and embryo transfer, constitutes a significant portion of the cost. This typically ranges from INR 2,50,000 to INR 5,00,000.

Surrogate’s Medical Care: Comprehensive medical care for the surrogate throughout the pregnancy is essential. This includes regular check-ups, prenatal care, delivery, and postnatal care. Costs for these services can range from INR 3,00,000 to INR 5,00,000.

Surrogate Compensation:

The surrogate mother receives compensation for her time, effort, and the physical and emotional challenges of carrying the baby. This compensation generally ranges from INR 3,00,000 to INR 6,00,000.

Legal and Administrative Costs:

Legal contracts and agreements are crucial in surrogacy arrangements to protect the rights of all parties involved. Legal fees typically range from INR 1,00,000 to INR 2,00,000.

Administrative expenses, including agency fees, coordination, and documentation, usually add another INR 1,00,000 to INR 2,00,000 to the total cost.

Additional Costs:

Medications: Hormonal treatments and medications for both the surrogate and the intended mother can cost between INR 50,000 and INR 1,00,000.

Miscellaneous Expenses: Travel, accommodation for the intended parents (if they are from out of town), and other miscellaneous expenses can add up to INR 1,00,000.

Total Estimated Cost

Considering the above components, the total cost of surrogacy in Bali Nagar can range from INR 10,00,000 to INR 18,00,000. This cost is relatively affordable compared to many Western countries, making Bali Nagar an attractive destination for surrogacy.

Why Choose Bali Nagar for Surrogacy?

Advanced Medical Facilities: Bali Nagar boasts state-of-the-art fertility clinics equipped with the latest technology and infrastructure.

Experienced Professionals: The locality is home to experienced fertility specialists, embryologists, and support staff dedicated to ensuring successful surrogacy outcomes.

Supportive Legal Framework: The legal processes in India are structured to protect the rights of intended parents, ensuring a smooth transition to parenthood.

Cost-Effective: The overall cost of surrogacy in Bali Nagar is more affordable compared to other global destinations, without compromising on the quality of care.

Conclusion

Bali Nagar offers a promising avenue for couples seeking surrogacy services, combining affordability with high-quality medical care. By understanding the detailed breakdown of costs, prospective parents can make informed decisions and embark on their journey to parenthood with confidence. At Fertility Centre India, we are committed to providing comprehensive support and guidance throughout the surrogacy process, ensuring a positive and fulfilling experience for all our clients.

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Understanding the Cost of IVF: Is It Worth It?

In this video, Dr. Jyoti Bali (IVF specialist), director of Babysoon Fertility & IVF Center, delves into the often daunting world of IVF costs.

For many, the expense can seem overwhelming. It is due to pricey injections, high import taxes on medications, and substantial overheads for equipment and clinic management. The average cost per IVF cycle ranges from 1 to 2 lakhs.

However, for couples longing for a child, the financial aspect often takes a backseat. We explore options like recombinant injections, which are costly, and intra-muscular injections administered by nurses, which are more affordable.

Yet, the ultimate outcome depends on various factors, such as the clinic, lab quality, and expertise of the doctors. You can go on EMIs or with payments spread over months, which can make it more manageable.

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Torehkan Sejarah, InJourney Hadirkan World Class Medical and Wellness Destination Pertama di Indonesia

BALIPORTALNEWS.COM, SANUR - Holding BUMN Pariwisata dan Pendukungnya, PT Aviasi Pariwisata Indonesia (Persero) atau InJourney berkomitmen untuk menghadirkan ‘The Sanur’ sebagai Kawasan Ekonomi Khusus (KEK) Kesehatan pertama di Indonesia berstandar Internasional. KEK Sanur yang ditetapkan melalui Peraturan Pemerintah Nomor 41 Tahun 2022 ini merupakan inisiatif strategis pemerintah untuk memanfaatkan potensi kawasan Sanur sebagai destinasi pariwisata kesehatan dengan menjadikan Bali sebagai landmark dalam peningkatan dan diversifikasi perekonomian Indonesia. The Sanur mengoptimalisasi area seluas 41,6 Ha menjadi ‘World Class Medical and Wellness Destination’ sebagai Pusat Layanan Kesehatan dan Pariwisata Baru Terpadu kelas dunia yang berstandar internasional. Dalam 2 tahun sejak pertama dicanangkan, seluruh Kawasan telah terisi oleh partner-partner international. Di dalam kompleks international medical facility ini akan beroperasi berbagai center of excellence dari seluruh penjuru dunia. Meliputi Bali International Hospital, cell therapy, aesthetic & plastic surgery, fertility treatments, eye care, organ transplants dan hair transplants clinic. Selain itu, The Sanur juga memiliki fasilitas pendukung lainnya diantaranya sarana akomodasi hotel bintang 5 yang dilengkapi dengan 457 kamar, Ethnomedicinal Botanical Garden, area komersial, sentra UMKM, restaurant, serta berbagai fasilitas lainnya. Untuk menjawab kebutuhan akan international conference tingkat dunia, dihadirkan pula Bali Beach Convention. Pengembangan convention ini mengembalikan visi awal Sanur sebagai pusat destinasi pariwisata Meeting, Incentives, Conference and Exhibitions (MICE) yang juga menjadi salah satu convention center terbesar di Bali dengan kapasitas 5.000 pax yang memiliki pemandangan yang indah dengan menghadap langsung ke area pantai. Untuk menunjang kenyamanan, The Sanur dilengkapi command center, kendali operasional terpusat dengan teknologi terkini. Water treatment dan waste management di seluruh kawasan terkontrol. Menjadi kompleks kesehatan terintegrasi pertama di Indonesia yang mengusung konsep wellness, green dan fully accessible. “Dengan hadirnya KEK Sanur diharapkan dapat menjadi lokomotif akselerator perekonomian di Indonesia. Fasilitas baru yang diresmikan ini tak hanya mencakup infrastruktur ekonomi saja, namun juga berkelanjutan dan inovasi dalam pengembangan ekosistem pariwisata kesehatan. Selain itu, KEK Sanur dapat menjadi model bagi pengembangan KEK di wilayah lain di Indonesia dalam menciptakan ekosistem pariwisata kesehatan terintegrasi sehingga dapat menjadi magnet bagi wisatawan domestik maupun mancanegara,” ungkap Menteri BUMN, Erick Thohir pada sambutannya dalam acara peresmian Bali Beach Convention dan Groundbreaking Alster Lake Clinic, Selasa (30/1/2024). The Sanur menjadi tonggak sejarah dan milestone bagi destinasi wisata berkelanjutan bertaraf internasional yang dapat mendorong kebangkitan ekosistem pariwisata dan perekonomian di Indonesia. The Sanur mengintegrasikan sektor kesehatan dengan pariwisata untuk memberikan layanan kesehatan yang inklusif dengan memanfaatkan keindahan Bali untuk melayani pasien mendapatkan pelayanan kesehatan kelas dunia. Direktur Utama InJourney, Dony Oskaria menyampaikan, bahwa pengembangan The Sanur menawarkan alur perjalanan end to end yang mengintegrasikan layanan kesehatan dan pariwisata dengan berbagai fasilitas yang terdapat di dalam kawasan, penerapan standar internasional serta keterlibatan berbagai pihak baik dari dalam maupun luar negeri. "Pengembangan The Sanur ini merupakan langkah transformasi strategis untuk menciptakan berbagai nilai tambah bagi pariwisata Indonesia. Dengan adanya The Sanur ini, Indonesia akan memiliki pusat layanan kesehatan kelas dunia melalui konsep medical & wellness tourism,” ujar Dony. Di kesempatan yang sama, Direktur Utama Hotel Indonesia Natour (HIN), Christine Hutabarat menyampaikan, HIN sebagai member InJourney Group berkomitmen untuk terus melakukan terobosan dalam pengembangan The Sanur dan memperbaharui wajah Sanur dengan tetap menjaga tradisi, nilai historical kawasan sehingga memberikan added value dan seamless experience bagi pengunjung. “Kami terus mendorong inovasi dan meningkatkan infrastruktur kawasan secara keseluruhan untuk meningkatkan lanskap pariwisata dan kesehatan Sanur. Saatnya sambut ikon baru di Pulau Dewata, melalui pariwisata kesehatan holistik yang menyuguhkan harmonisasi alam dan kebudayaan bersatu,” tutup Christine. Sebagai KEK pertama di Indonesia yang menggabungkan sektor kesehatan dan pariwisata, pemerintah berharap The Sanur dapat berkontribusi terhadap pertumbuhan ekonomi nasional. Diharapkan setelah beroperasi penuh, The Sanur dapat menyerap sekitar 43 ribu tenaga kerja. Pada tahun 2045, KEK Sanur diharapkan mampu menambah total perolehan devisa hingga USD 1,28 miliar. Lebih dari 2 juta masyarakat Indonesia berobat keluar negeri setiap tahunnya untuk mendapatkan layanan kesehatan yang berdampak pada hilangnya potensi devisa hingga Rp97 triliun. Dengan adanya The Sanur, diharapkan tidak ada lagi masyarakat Indonesia yang berobat ke luar negeri sehingga dapat menjaga potensi devisa negara tidak hanya datang untuk berobat namun juga dapat berwisata di Bali.(bpn) Read the full article

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