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[hidelias]

A bend in space-time Season 1 - [Chapter 20: Ockham's razor]

Chronological markers: this scene fits like a deleted scene from season 1, between episode 7 and episode 8.

Suggested soundtrack : Tanita Tikaram - Twist in My Sobriety ; Rihanna - Diamonds ; The Sex Pistols - Anarchy in the UK

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March 29, 2019 - 10h14 pm

Can a ceiling ever spin? Lying on the bed in Diego's room, the crook of my arm over my eyes, I'm waiting. What am I waiting for, anyway? My head feels empty. I've slept, intermittently, but mostly I feel dreadfully groggy. Out of function, and not just in terms of powers. Ironically, Valium doesn't even work that well to ease my anxiety.

In a way, I'm glad I took it tonight. By some alignment of the stars that I don't understand, Luther came home: without Klaus, but damn well accompanied. I saw him pass in the corridor with a girl wearing a sleeveless white jacket even hairier than he. A kind of cyberpunk yeti, well made-up and manicured. With a beautiful, expressive voice that easily rises to the top. You should know, for your information, that burying your head under the covers will never prevent you from hearing people moaning, even at the other end of the corridor. I should have gone home, but now I'm too stunned to do so. I can't even teleport anymore: it feels like I'm missing a foot or an arm. Even going downstairs for a coffee seems totally out of reach in this huge mansion.

I turn from one side to the other as the noise builds to a crescendo. Is this what hell sounds like? It probably is. I crush my pillow over my head, unsuccessfully. And suddenly, through my medicated numbness colliding with these echoes of wonders, I hear a gentle creak on the floorboards.

"Am I dreaming, or is someone doing squat thrusts in the cucumber patch?"

My God. It's just as if Klaus had just blown what was left of my brain away. I take a deep breath of warm air under the pillow. And I plead pathetically:

"Please make them stop". From the sound of the floorboards, I know he's come out into the hallway to listen. "Klaus…" I call, fearing he's taken me at my word, but thankfully he comes back, as I dig my face out of the cushion. "Luther," he chuckles, it's so implausible to see him… stoned…"

He's just noticed my face and I can feel him analyzing me.

"You haven't done that, have you?" he huffs. The box of Valium is on the nightstand, so there's little mystery. "Damn it, Rin, we'd agreed there was no need for it".

I roll my head, lifting it painfully to put the cushion back underneath.

"I'd really rather not be able to do anything, Klaus. Five changed his mind. He convinced me. At least this way we can be sure I'm not the pony or the mosquito. That I'm not going to blow up the equivalent of a Tsar bomba because of some crazy glass-eyed comic-books collector".

He gets exasperated, looking too serious for the boisterous background noise.

"Do you hear yourself? It's nonsensical, it looks like an ayahuasca hallucination, minus the puke".

It actually makes more sense than he realizes, but I don't have enough energy to counter-argue. I use all the strength I have to sit up, my head resting against the wall. The brick resonates with the sound: it was a bad idea.

"The truth is, I feel really bad", I say very low, like a confession. "I should have taken half". "You're the weight of a German shepherd. If you'd waited for me, at least I'd have taught you how to accurately dose".

I sigh. Suddenly, there's no noise anymore, at the other end of the corridor. Could it be over? Klaus sits on the edge of the bed, removing his sneakers and sending them tumbling further against the stack of lucha libre magazines. He could never stand the shoes. Clothes not so much either actually, but he forces himself. I look at him, probably for too long, thinking there's definitely something different about him as well.

"You look clean", I say, as an observation, while detailing him from hairline to 'California sunset' tank top. "Damn clean". "As a whistle. I don't know if it'll last".

I would have imagined that his acute comedown phase would take a couple of days and that he'd actually have to get tied up. But in ten years, I've never seen him stare in such a steady way. And I'm the one who has trouble focusing. But he seems amazed himself.

"I've had like… a hard reboot".

A 'hard reboot'? It's either drug injection room lingo or one of those analogies that pops into his head without me always having the references. The point is, he's been through it. And even though my mind is foggy, I tilt my head forward, before venturing:

"Could you summon Dave?"

Klaus shakes his head, staring into the void of the silent corridor. Sad, but more because of what he's about to say than because of the question I dared to ask.

"No. I don't know. To be honest…" He blinks. "If it's only to see him die again, I couldn't bear it. I'm not so sure it's a good idea anymore".

Valium stifles the pain I should have felt rising, and I hate it. If there's one thing I really don't want to live without, beyond any teleportation or invisibility, it's empathy. I think about my conversation with Grace. I'm really starting to regret what I've done to myself. But Klaus has something more to say, and from the way he's tilting his head, I know he's got something to spit out.

"I've seen someone else," he says. In the silence that now falls over the corridor, the breath he takes catches my attention. "Who?" "I do believe I conjured… my dear, devoted Dad." My eyebrows raise slightly. "What do you mean you 'believe' so?"

He raises his 'Hello' palm in a gesture of helplessness.

"I don't know, I really don't know. It wasn't like Ben, who just shows up here. This time it was… in the big woods of Argyle Park, you know. In a barber shop, inside the water tower shed, at the Ap Bia camp".

Ap Bia? Dong Ap Bia? This is a mountain in Vietnam. At the camp? A barbershop? In the Argyle woods nearby? My eyes widen.

"And you're the one talking to me about ayahuasca hallucinations? Boy, did you take a blow to the head or something?" "Yes. How did you know that?"

My shoulders drop: even when he's clean, I'm still having trouble keeping up. I feel too groggy for that. But something tells me I'd better listen. And I focus on his cheeks:

"Did you shave on the sides?" He gives me an eloquent look, and despite my sleepiness, I understand that he's not the one who's shaved himself that close. "Oh".

I look down to the floor, beginning to realize that it's really happened. And that maybe he really did hit his head. God, now we can hear Luther snoring.

"Why was your father at a barber shop?" It seems Klaus has already thought about that. "Dad was often going there. You know, for his… moustache. Just as Argyle Park and the water tower are ~my~ favorite places. There were portraits of men on the barber's wall - as there always are in salons - but they were… him, Luther, Diego, Five, Ben…. And Dave, in the place where I should have been. You were there too, on the shaving cream label".

I lift an eyebrow. My attempts to figure out where he was fail, but I get that the people in these portraits were ones who had an impact on Klaus. In both good and bad ways. He said he'd loved Dave more than himself. Let's be honest, he doesn't like himself very much, so the challenge is small. But that's a good enough reason for Dave to replace himself in the men's gallery on display. I'm not sure what to think about my face being on the shaving cream. My only astonishment is that his father was featured, but in the end nothing is ever completely in black and white: terribly but undeniably, he mattered.

"I can't stand the symbolism of dreams", I say. "So the symbolism of blows to the head…" He turns to stare at me. "Have you ever heard of Ockham's razor?"

A flick of my chin tells him no. The truth is, I've read far less books in my life than Klaus has. Basically, in rehab, reading is the only thing he does. And he reads stuff that nobody else ever picks out of the collective library. Marlowe, Sartre, Beckett, and the complete collection of the 'My Little Pony' novels. Believe it or not, his general culture skills are far from bad. He takes a breath.

"The razor symbolizes clearing away all unnecessary explanations. And that's… that's exactly what Dad did. He went straight to the point. Honest as can be". "Did you two have a chat?" "Well. he did most of the talking".

I keep quiet, blinking my heavy eyelids, because I know he's going to carry on.

"I'm still a fucking shame, eh, this doesn't change even under Ockham's razor. With that delicate way of elaborating on it, you know?" He glances up at the ceiling, preparing to embody what he's about to say. "Oh, Klaus, all the expectations I have about you. You're my biggest disappointment. You only poison your potential, you have the jitters in the dark, you only scratch the surface of what you're able to do. If only he knew where I want to scratch him".

In my opinion, it's all true. Factual. Essential, and effectively shaved off. There are just more gentle ways of expressing it. My hands rest loosely on my ankles, because I should seize the opportunity to talk to Klaus. To tell him what I know about what he's capable of and yet unaware of. I should have done it a long time ago, but I've never found the strength. If I don't do it now, I probably never will. But I tremble at the thought, and my silence draws his attention.

"Rin, whats wrong?"

My teeth clench, and the words don't line up in my brain. I can't do this. I am not even able to sit still without swaying.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. What else did he tell you?"

Klaus looks down at his knees, but doesn't move either.

"He knew about the Apocalypse. He always knew, I think. He said that all the fucked-up things he'd done were intended to prepare us for it". Suddenly, he laughs faintly, as he sometimes does in a nervous way. "Oh, how ready we are! It's extraordinary. Really, what a success. His laughter immediately fades. "He wanted to bring us together. ~All~ of us: he insisted on that. He knew we'd never come home - and neither would you - unless… Unless…" "Unless to mourn his death".

It's basically what brought everyone back to Hargreeves Mansion, including Viktor, including me. Klaus's gaze locks onto mine. It's just bitterly obvious. If - as Pogo says - Reginald Hargreeves' plans were self-sufficient once launched, then committing suicide was a pawn move like any other, indeed. But my words are sharp now too:

"So he also knew that the first apocalypse would kill us?"

The one Five has seen. The one we now want to avoid. Klaus hadn't made it this far. But despite the Valium, I can feel my anger rising.

"Did he know that Five would have to bury us with his bare hands the first time, before coming back to stop it?" I know Five will never get it out of his head. Klaus lets out a breath of sarcasm. "Oh come on, it's just a little individual trauma… I mean, who are you to judge that saving the world shouldn't prevail?"

The pain in his voice is just unmeasurable. I let myself flop back onto my pillow. It's easier when I'm lying down.

"You know what?", I say. Behind my back, I feel Klaus turn his head toward me. "I hate to say it, but everything has always really gone according to his plan, up to this point. So… maybe if he's this convinced that we're going to stop it, then we really are".

This sounds more like mechanics than trust, but it brings me back a bit of hope, and I need to find some. Klaus runs both hands over his face, as if to refocus himself.

"My head works too much, now that I'm sober," he huffs. "I'm going to need to keep busy, so I can stop thinking." I know what he means. But I, on the other hand, almost close my eyes. "Get back to knitting…"

I've just whispered this, but sleep and Prince Valium are taking me away. A few seconds pass, where time stands still, as if Klaus were thinking. And suddenly, without warning, with a jolt of unprecedented vivacity, he grabs my box of pills, goes to the window and throws it away. I suddenly sit up straight.

"What…"

It's too late; I can already hear the box crashing somewhere down to the backstreet, in the rain that has been pouring hard on the asphalt since early evening. I sit helplessly, aware that he has just sealed my own return to sobriety.

"If he's so sure we're going to make it, then those pills are not going to change anything, are they?" I've rarely seen him so firm. "You need to get your head out of your ass, Rin, and help".

I lift my hand and let it fall heavily back onto the bed.

"Klaus, I can't follow Diego or Luther. I can't go after that psycho Jenkins guy. I'm not made for fighting: I chill under plaids and sell shower heads! I don't wanna go".

He shakes his head with far more control and vigor than he's ever done, and leans in as if he's going to lecture me.

"And I'm even less useful! Rin. This isn't who you are. Look at you! Some ghosts have a better face than you! Usually, 'Crack!', you disappear. Crack!', you reappear… You…" He searches for arguments. "You're a fucking shooting star, you shine bright. You can't just give up! You can't let me down like that. We were like Moonshine and Molly, we said".

It's extremely manipulative and convincing when Klaus starts quoting his favorite songs. If you only knew what's on his playlist. I'm more into Sex Pistols than Rhianna, but that one… Moonshine? It's a whisky illegally distilled on full moon nights, with an ethanol level closer to that of methylated spirits. And good old Molly… I'm not sure Klaus has ever had access to such a pure form of ecstasy. A brutally effective tandem, when consumed together. Like back in the days of the sewers, the woods, the cells and the lights at night on The City. We both remain silent.

"Are you going to talk to the others?" He nods. "First thing in the morning. Digling, digling, all hands on the deck. Well, you can snooze like a woodchuck. And maybe…" He stands up. "Maybe they'll be happy about me for once".

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Notes:

I thought it was interesting to already show Klaus quoting songs, as he'll do extensively in season 2 to inspire the Destiny's Children (have you ever analyzed all the drug references in Diamonds?). If it works on Rin…

She tried again to talk to him, and the revelations of Chapter 17 almost popped up again. Unfortunately here… the Valium finally made her renounce. It's terrible, to see her finally stop. Maybe Klaus will never know.

Since the previous chapter, I've adopted the hypothesis that Five buried his siblings after the apocalypse. There are many ideas as to why Klaus didn't come back to life after the first apocalypse. They're all pretty cool. But the possibility that Five buried him before he had time to come back is both terrible and plausible.

Any comment will make my day! ♡

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A bend in space-time, the masterlist :

- Season 1 (complete): Table of contents - Season 2 (complete): Table of contents - Season 3 (complete): Table of contents - Season 4 (in progress) : Table of contents

[herooffire101]

Todays the second day of Tuggerlurina Week, Birthday! I had a more difficult time writing this, and yes, they are prewritten because of my classes for a certification and my work schedule. I have been working on them for about since Tuggerlurina week was annouced. @jelliclekay i hope that my work paid off! Here we go, enjoy!

Fuck it, let me occupy you instead of distracting you.

Bomba questioned again why she was asked to do this. “Bomba, you are the best at distracting Tugger while we set up his birthday bash.” Demeter had asked her, and Bomba tried her best to clarify why she wasn’t the right cat for this.

“Demeter, sweetie, me and Tugger can’t keep secrets from each other. He will figure out that I have to distract him. Honestly, I’m going to keep him occupied instead of distracting him” Bomba had explained, but Demeter was insistent, which is unique for her, but Bomba shrugged it off, because she was basically rushed out of the den they were setting up for his birthday bash. What kind of distraction did Bomba have in mind? One that Demeter will have to deal with when she comes running to find them. When Bomba finally got to his ‘technical’ den when in fact he lives in her official den with Jemima, but the kittens didn’t know that (except for Mistoffelees, Victoria, Jemima, and Plato), she just sauntered in and sat herself right in front of him grooming his glorious mane. “Demeter overestimates me.”

“With what?” Tugger purred, looking directly into her eyes, giving her that look that made her shiver with anticipation.

“My ability to distract you.” Bomba just directly laid it out to him.

Tugger just gave her a look. “Our friends are trying to celebrate my birthday. And they sent you to ‘distract’ me.”

“Yup.”

“The queen who is my mate and mother to our kitten.”

“Exactly.”

“They really think that I, the Rum Tum Tugger, would just crash my birthday party that I completely know about, just because of my song.” He rubbed his tail alongside Bomba’s flank, making her shiver.

“Yes.” Completely deadpan, “Why can’t they just let me celebrate you by myself and Jemima?”

“While I enjoy a good party,” Tugger started, slinking up to Bomba’s side, his mane barely touching her.

“You crashed the ball.” She reminded him, her purr sultry at the remembrance of the previous ball.

“I do quite prefer to have a quiet night in.”

“Tugger, you jump in our human’s lap to cause a horrible muddle.”

“She needs to not be knitting as much.”

“You knock her yarn ball away from her and cause a terrible game of keep a way with her.” Her eyes narrowed at him, sultry and accusing at the same time.

“Ah.” He put a finger on her lips, hushing her, and grazed her face with the side of his paw. “I am artful and knowing. You have a different thought of distracting me. Care to share, love?”

Bomba looked at him, glazing into his eyes. “I can keep you occupied.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He agreed, slowly giving in to her desire, kissing her slowly and deeply. “Want to see how far we can get?”

“Gladly.” Bomba said, giving him a razor smile, hungrily kissing him, ending up on the bed of pillows and blankets he had strewn about.

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Demeter sat outside of the den, blushing. “You know, this isn’t what I meant for you to distract him!”

“I said I was going to occupy him, not distract him!” Bomba hissed, coming out of the den after grooming herself back up to perfection, Tugger following with a cheeky smile. “Besides Munk, I know him the best, inside and out!”

“In more ways than one.” Tugger whispered, making Bomba whip her tail right in his face. He cackled, making Demeter groan and Bomba rolled her eyes.

‘This is what happens when you send mates to distract mates, especially true mates. You can’t keep shit from another, so you have to figure out how to work with it. For us, just accepting that I can’t distract for shit with Tugger, it came down to having an enjoyable time.’ Bomba thought as Demeter led to the den that they were using for his birthday bash. As they entered, Bomba watched as Tugger hid his knowledge of this party and, with the skill of a trained actor, showed surprise. ‘I guess that’s what you get when you are the heir of the Theater Cat.’

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Once I had a solid idea form, I wrote it.

[1-800-crystalball]

Bombalurina x Cassandra

Bombalurina smiled and led Cassandra out of their den. They walked together to the nearby park. The sun was setting but it was still light enough to see. Bomba put her hand behind her back and rubbed the velvet of the black box with her thumb which was inside a little bag tied around her waist. They continued walking, talking happily to each other, until they reached a bench surrounded by trees. Bomba took a deep breath and stopped walking. Cassandra looked back at her, concerned.

"Cass?" Bomba said. She was glad her voice wasn't shaking.

Cassandra went back to her.

"You okay?" She asked.

Bomba smiled.

"Cass, I love you. You've completely changed my life for the better and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. You make me more happy than anyone else. I love you so much, so that's why I need to ask you this,"

Bomba got down on one knee and held out the open ring box.

"Cassandra, will you become my mate?"

Cassandra's hands flew to her mouth in shock. Bomba couldn't see her facial expression underneath her paws.

"B-Bombie. I-I'm sorry but no. I-It's too soon," Cassandra took a step back. Bomba's face fell and she stood up.

"C-Cass, I'm sorry"

Cassandra shook her head.

"Just go," she whispered.

"But,"

"Go!" She yelled.

Bomba gasped and ran back to the junkyard, leaving Cassandra alone.

*TRIGGER WARNING - SELF HARM AND SUICIDE*

Bomba stared at the scars on her arms. Her gaze fell on the razor next to her.

One more couldn't hurt.

Or two.

Maybe she could get away with three.

Or four.

Who cared about her scars?

Five.

Who cared about her pain?

Six.

Who cared about her mind?

Seven.

Who cared about her health?

Eight.

Who cared about her soul?

Nine.

Who cared about her life?

Ten.

No one cared about her death.

[fulltiltworld]

Bombas Socks

In 2013, entrepreneurs Randy Goldberg and David Heath stumbled across a Facebook post that mentioned a serious need for socks at homeless shelters around the country. Sock are the #1 requested clothing item at homeless shelters. They decided to launch a sock company called Bombas. Bombas promoted for every pair of socks sold they would donate a pair to the homeless. Bombas has worked hard to develop a line of premium, high-tech, fashionable socks, between $12 and $18, that customers would want to buy.To date, more than ten million pairs have been donated. (Bombas About Us, n.d.)

Bombas is primarily involved in the clothing industry. Goldberg and Heath were made aware of the need for socks through a Facebook posting and continue to reach out via digital social media as well as radio and TV commercials. (Elizabeth Segran, 2017)

Randy Goldberg and David Heath used a mission-based model to stand out., pitched their one-for-one charitable business model on Shark Tank in 2014. (CNBC Make It, 2017) They went into the Tank seeking $200,000 in exchange for 5 percent equity. They ultimately accepted a $200k investment from FUBU founder Daymond John for 17.5 percent. Sales from the beginning were primarily online sales, Google, Amazon Prime, eBay, Bing (Bombas Socks, n.d.). The mission-based marketing is dependent on a cause that helps customers feel like they’re making a real impact. The mission based strategy was for every pair of socks sold, one pair will be donated to a person in need, and to bring awareness to homeless crisis that effects every community especially lager cities. /BOM-BAS/ derived from the Latin word for bumblebee. Bees live in a hive and work together to make their world a better place. They're small, but their combined actions have a big impact on the world.  That's why their mantra is bee better, and slogan “ Better socks, Better world, Bee better, hence the Bee symbol on all their socks.

Employees from the Bombas headquarters in New York had come to donate socks. While the brand sends thousands of socks to 750 organizations around the country, they occasionally drop them off in person. It’s a great way to bond as a team, Bombas also believes it’s really important to connect with the people we are serving as a company, because it reminds us about our mission. These interactions have helped Bombas better serve the homeless. It was through the feedback they received from the community that they decided to reengineer the socks they would donate to the homeless. While regular Bombas socks have a special seam that eliminates the bump at the toe, for added comfort, the donation socks have a reinforced seam to make them more durable. The socks are treated with anti-microbial technology, so they don’t need to be washed as frequently and deter fungus. Also, these donation socks only come in black, which is more stain resistant. (Elizabeth Segran, 2017)

Bombas is trying to pave the way for other companies to have in-person giving experiences. Bombas is uniquely equipped to do this, since it has built relationships with homeless shelters and the nonprofit sector. Many companies have time and funds set aside for employees to contribute to charitable causes. Bombas has been creating ways for other brands to dip their toe into the world of social good. Bombas created an event called “60K day,” which was based on the concept than on any given night, 60,000 people in New York end up at a homeless shelter. The plan was to bring individuals from 60 of New York’s hottest companies to visit a shelter and hand out 60,000 socks. The companies included were, Birchbox, Thinx, Kind, Casper, Classpass, Harry’s, Maple, and Spring, among more established brands like Gap, LinkedIn, Shake Shack, and Kenneth Cole.

Bombas launched another program called “Skip Day,” where it invites New York-based companies to take advantage of Summer Fridays and flexible summer hours to volunteer to serve the homeless community. Bombas makes it easy for individuals at companies to jump right into the work. Employees from different companies can gather and assemble bags of products that the homeless need to get through the hot summer months, such as cold bottles of water, ice pops, and wipes. They then go out into the streets to hand these out. These visits are also reinvigorating to employees, since it puts a face to the people they are trying to help with their business. It also gives meaning to their everyday tasks–like making spreadsheets and calling suppliers–when they return to the office.

Online ratings and reviews are as follows, Bombas Socks   with a 4.8 star rating. Google Express - Need Shoe Accessories. eBay (Bombas Socks, n.d.). Amazon Prime with an average star rating of 4.8, (Amazon Prime, n.d.).  Clothing at JCPenney , 4.6-star rating. (JC Penny, n.d.). rockemsocks.com, Shark Week Socks - Rock 'Em Socks (Sharks, n.d.). lululemon.com, lululemon Official Site . (Women's Socks, n.d.) hollisterco.com

Hollister Co.  (Shoes & Accessories, n.d.). findsimilar.com The Sock Accessories Outlet  (sock accessories, n.d.)

Facebook 317 K followers, reviews are 5 star ratings on glassdoor (Glassdoor, 1028) Twitter has 12.9 K followers, joined 2011, (Bombas Socks, n.d.), Instagram shows 64.9 K (Bombas Socks, n.d.), Pinterest has only 3,092.

I believe the overall social media marketing strategy of Bombas, a buy-one, give-one brand is brilliant. Offering a high quality product with a 100 percent guarantee, and knowing your expense contributed to a worthy cause, but it was also about starting a broader involvement about homelessness, and providing a model for other companies to replicate about how to get involved with their communities. Other companies can use their own particular areas of strength to contribute in their own unique ways. Birchbox, for instance, has been donating boxes of beauty products–from shampoo to nail polish–to homeless women. Harry’s has been donating razors to people in need and funding charities that serve veterans. Shake Shack has been enlisting its staff to donate food to the hungry after work. These social media posts and activities spurred other less socially involved brands to consider how they can help.

Randy Goldberg and David Heath stumbling across a Facebook posting, passionate about working towards a great cause providing a top of the line quality product, and using one-for-one model pioneered by the shoe brand Toms, and using the power and full resources of social media. At this time, the only recommendation that I would recommend for more recognition towards their cause would be to advertise more on TV. But this type of advertising is a lot costlier than the power of the internet.

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