#crossworks

[pinkygrocket]

@kibasniper and i will be participating in crossworks! it is an art and fic exchange dedicated to crossover works, and it is currently open for signups. we've been having a lot of fun doing exchanges together and i implore you to check it out and consider signing up if it sounds interesting to you.

[nomaishuttle]

ok the lady said my jnterview clothes should be 'casual, but presentable'. i have jeans and a short sleeve button up does that seem casual yet presentable. urgent

[brushstrokes-art]

A set of Miraculous Ladybug/Kingdom Hearts drawings, made for silveradept as part of the Crossworks exchange on AO3! Do not separate them.

[cpvnksabm]

i dont think i want to see my fic research bookmark folder

uh oh boys we've hit 50+ bookmarks in the fic research folder

[honeysmokedham]

Another kind of Nightmare || Elias & Nora

TIMING: The Day of the Trial LOCATION: Saol Eile, the clinic PARTIES: Elias and Nora SUMMARY: Nora goes to retrieve Declan's Body. Elias is hanging out. WARNINGS: Suicidal Ideation tw

They came for Regan. Nora didn’t know what time it was, how long they had been down there, or where they took her. There were only the words trial and tar thrown around, the harsh of the ts clicking against the damp silence of the prison. Nora didn’t want to let go of Regan, but the physical effort to grab her and hold on exceeded anything she could muster. She was a wraith of who she once was, empty, shattered, broken. She watched Regan go, dragged up the stairs, a ringing in her ears. She was going to lose another person. It was all she was capable of. 

The warmth left with Regan. The small oasis of something that wasn’t the soul-tearing pain of loss had been a distraction. She was left, once more, face to face with the reality of life. Declan was dead. Her promise to save him as empty as the space next to her. She wanted to see him again. She needed to see him again. Nora left the prison. It had never been the bars that held her there. They were only effective in holding Regan, and Regan had held Nora. They’d unknowingly untethered her by taking Regan. So she left. The streets of Saol Eile were empty. No one around would question the dried blood that crusted to her clothing and under her fingernails. It was one less obstacle. 

The walk to the clinic had warped. Before walking the streets of Saol Eile was warm, and bright. This was a good place to be. Now Nora could see the ghosts of the dead, lined in rows, their gaunt eyes watching her stumbling lone parade. Had they been here the whole time? Had her relaxed eager attitude blinded her to their stabbed wounds? Blood coated them. Blood coated her. She should have been dead with them. 

There was someone in the clinic. She could smell them first, it was familiar, but not familiar enough for her to care. It wasn’t Declan. She slid in, the wraith, the monster, the would-be ghost. A familiar man lay sprawled out on a cot, tension wired through his body, popping his veins. Bandages were crossworked onto his flesh, all over. “You look like shit.” The words croaked out of her throat. In the past, this would have been the time to scare him. An illusioned monster hovering over his bed. He would have peed himself. But nothing would ever be as scary as what happened here. “Why aren’t you at the trial?” 

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Wynne had left Elias when the trial had begun. As much as he’d wanted to attend, to be there for his friend, he didn’t have the strength. Turned out, being stabbed that many times? It sucked. It sucked a lot. Pain bloomed in his left shoulder, where the first stab had happened. He’d be lucky if he didn’t sustain any nerve damage. Funny, he thought, that the person who designs the prosthetics might be the one who ends up needing them. 

He squeezed his eyes shut as the pain began to take over, and he wanted nothing more than to sleep it off, hope that it would go away if he just stopped thinking about it. Of course, it wasn’t that easy. He’d been stabbed four times, and his throat had been almost slit. He’d nearly died. It was almost him thrown in that tar pit. But Regan… she didn’t let it come to that. She saved him and damned herself all because of Elias’s stupidity to follow someone to Ireland. He should have stayed in Main, should have accepted what was. But of course, he was stupid. He didn’t. 

Footsteps interrupted his thoughts, and he went rigid as a board, preparing for a final blow that finally put him under, but it never came. Instead, he opened his eyes to see a familiar face that once terrified him. It should terrify him, but he was so tired and so done with everything that he just stared blankly at her. You look like shit, she had said. He’d barely registered his words, took him a few seconds to catch up with the world outside his own pain before letting out a hiss of pain. 

“Cliodhna tortured me.” He told her, his voice gravelly and barely there. The slit on his throat had done something to his vocal chords. He continued to stare blankly at Nora, no emotions rising to the surface, only numbness in the place of what should be emotions. At least she was alive. She didn’t look like she wanted to be, though. He could see it in her eyes. He knew that look. 

“I’m not there because I can’t move without tearing open a stitch.” He told her, that same emotionless stare on his face. “Why aren’t you?” He asked, having no idea of what the other had been through. He had no idea the pain she was in, how she’d lost everything. He wanted to care, but he just… didn’t. She’d given him no reason to care, and he was done reaching out to people who didn’t want it. So instead, he answered her questions, then closed his eyes again, that same tenseness in his face as the pain continued to do numbers on him.

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The ground still trembled, pieces of debris falling away as she took a step. Each stumbling step forward begged to be her last. The world could disappear, and it was all she wanted. She leaned against Elias’s bed, looking down at the human sacrifice that lived. Jealousy mixed with anger mixed with guilt in a tornado of emotion. It raged through her body with such veracity she thought she’d lose control and topple over. But she couldn’t. Not yet. She had to keep going, she couldn’t stop until she at least tried to fulfill her promise. But why him? Why not Delcan? It was wrong, and selfish and proof that she was the monster she always knew herself to be. But that thought nagged at her. 

“I’m going to go.” Nora told Elias after the tornado subsided, leaving her with only the earthquakes under her feet. “I have something I need to do first.” Nora forced herself back into motion. The few scattering of morgue ranged freezers in the back wouldn’t take long to search, but Nora already knew. Frozen in time, overshadowed by the start of rot and decay, Nora would still recognize Declan’s scent anywhere. Her arms trembled, replicas of a baby deer’s first steps, as she drew them close. A breath. Two breaths. Please be alive. She begged the universe. I will sell my soul to anyone if you’re alive. Please be alive. 

Declan wasn’t alive. His body was cold, his eyes empty. The red of his sliced flesh faded into blue. Nora’s knees buckled. The earthquakes gained magnitude. The tornado raged. The ground fell beneath her feet. “I’m so sorry.” A whisper. A breath. A plea. A cry. Her hand stopped on her cheek, resting there for one final time. Eternity slipped away from her. If it hadn’t been for the ragged breaths, the awareness of Elias’s eyes on her, she thought maybe she would have died there. 

“Do you need anything before I go?” A wheelchair was near. She pushed it over. Declan’s lifeless body was heavy, but Nora would not leave him here. This would not be his final resting place. It was with all the care in the world that she maneuvered him from the freezer and into the chair. Tucking a blanket around him, as if his dead body could feel the cold biting him. “Water?” Maybe she should thank Elias, her unwillingness to display the ocean of grief she was currently lost in was thanks to his presence. She could do this. She could get this one thing done for Declan.

_____

He could see the monsoon of emotion on Nora’s face, and Elias felt as though he shouldn’t be there. If it were up to him, he’d go upstairs. But as things were up to his very broken and weak body, he couldn’t. So instead, he turned his head away to give Nora a semblance of privacy. He couldn't imagine what she was going through, to lose someone that she’d formed such a solid connection with. He’d heard about the goings on between her and Declan from Wynne and their frustration towards it. Still, he couldn’t get himself to feel, to care, to anything. It was as if someone had turned off the switch that controlled his empathy. Perhaps it was because he was still in survival mode, knowing that his body wasn’t right even after the attempts at first aid that Wynne had done. 

He was grateful to Wynne, of course. They were the reason he was alive. But even still, he just felt numb. He heard Nora whisper something, and he cracked open an eye to see her by the body of the boy she had loved. His heart broke for her. He watched as she maneuvered the body into the wheelchair, and his frown deepened. There was nothing he could say to ease her pain, nothing that would make it better. So he said nothing at all. 

Then, she was asking if he needed anything. “I’ll…” his voice was still so hoarse and broken. “Be fine.” He finally finished out, shaking his head until the pain caused him to stop. Stupid shoulder. “I’m…” he started to say, looking over to Nora. “Sorry. For your loss…” The words came out slow and halted, but he got them out. He was just so tired. He needed to sleep. He thought of Emilio’s words, how if anything happened to Nora or Wynne, there would be hell to pay. But he was the one that had gotten physically hurt. Nora was going through a hell of her own. An emotional pain that rivaled Elias’s physical pain. 

Even as he sat in that clinic with no one to watch over him, Elias felt like he was on borrowed time. If he didn’t get to a hospital soon, he would be in trouble. Regan’s favorite thing would be realized if he contracted sepsis, wouldn’t it? He remembered her cries of desperation, pleading for his life because he was her best friend. She’d said it. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the emotional pain that would make the physical too much to bear.

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The shadow moved into the wheels of Declan's wheelchair because it knew Nora couldn't look down. If this journey was going to be made, she couldn't get lost in the lifeless image that had just recently been her bright and vibrant future. The shadow stabbed her legs with blunt safety pins, it cackled at Elias’s voice. Sorry for your loss. Sorry for her loss. Sorry for the loss that she had caused. The loss that only happened because she was here. Declan would have been alive if Nora hadn’t come to Ireland. Sorry for the loss she caused the world. Sorry you killed Declan. Sorry you’re a murderer, always killing, always taking, always dragging precious life from anyone who gets close. Sorry you’re not smart enough to listen to save a life. Sorry all of this could been avoided. Sorry you thought yourself talented enough to save a life. Sorry for your loss. Because the loss was your fault. 

“Thanks.” The world was crumpled, gone, collapsed. Sorry for her loss. Sorry for killing Declan. All she could say was Thanks. “Thanks.” A word so useless, so meaningless, so self-flagellating she said it twice. “It should have been me.” The words slipped out, reshackling themselves around Nora’s wrists, dragging her down. Anchoring her to the ground, her legs trembled from the holes the safety pins left gorged into them. She hadn’t meant to tell Elias that. She didn’t want Elias to see that weakness. She didn’t want to display the shame, but the words were an avalanche that kept coming. Stuck in the never-ending loop, incapable of moving forward, circling the drain but never disappearing down it. “It should have been me.” 

Nora didn’t want Elias to comfort her. Nora didn’t want anyone to comfort her. Comfort was the last thing on her mind, it was forgiveness for her greatest crime. It was a water bottle in the desert. Or Emilio in the graveyard after Debbie’s death. Van coming to check on Nora in the winter. It was compassion too large, too massive, too exponential. Repulsive even. “Thanks.” That word again. Nora couldn’t get out of her head. Couldn’t get her legs moving. Couldn’t push the wheelchair into motion. “Sorry for your…” The sentence trailed away. The word too hard to find. The effort too pointless. It would be understood.  

_____

There was no answering the devastated statements of a virtual stranger. He’d never gone through true grief like Nora was going through, he’d never understand it until he experienced it for himself. For that, he was lucky. For that, he would be grateful for. Laying there in the clinic, he should be more grateful to be alive. But it was hard. Instead, he felt numb. He felt hollowed out and raw. Maybe he wasn’t grieving the death of a loved one, but he was grieving the death of who he once was. That Elias was never going to come back, not ever.

Instead of offering her words of comfort, Elias just looked her way, then straightened his neck, closing his eyes. He wanted to say something about how he couldn’t wait to get out of there, or something to just say something. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t get himself to speak anymore than he was, still exhausted and fighting the pain that just wouldn’t quit. “I’d say that he wouldn’t want you to blame yourself, but. I didn’t know him. Didn’t know you either.” He said simply, looking over to Nora out of the corner of his eye. “Grief is a shitty journey that we all have to walk alone. But I hope that one day, you’re able to find a bit of peace.” Despite the pain he was in, he wanted to go to that trial, despite the feeling that he was dancing on a tightrope of death, he wanted to still be there for Regan. Despite everything he’d been through, he still wanted to help, to be there. He had to stop caring about people that just didn’t give a shit about him. Regan didn’t care. Only when it suited her. Elias’s expression darkened before he took a shallow breath, it hurt too much to take deeper ones. “Good luck with whatever it is you need to do.” He said instead, trying to say that she could leave without speaking the words into existence.

_____

The earthquakes weakened. The tornado subsided. The tsunami’s wave dropped into her ocean of grief, the tide eroding her from the inside out. Elias was being kind, a lot kinder than Nora deserved considering the countless hours she’d spent bullying him. But it was a struggle to care. All her energy had to be focused on her task. One step forward would turn into two. Anything else had to wait. Nora missed Regan’s warmth holding her up. She hoped Regan wouldn’t die but even that thought was an ember flickering out, where once a fire would have roared inside her.

“Thanks.” She was a broken record. Her voice box still shattered, the glass still nestled deep, the shadow still behind her shoulder. She wanted so badly to say more, be more, help more, but wants were wishes and wishes killed people she fell in love with. “Thanks.” Maybe he could read all the words stitched between the syllables. Maybe he’d work out the distress, the panic, the pain and understand that she heard him but she couldn’t answer him. 

“It should have been me,” It slipped out again as she mustered everything she had to push the wheelchair forward, towards the exit, marching past Elias’s punctured body. Of course it wasn’t what she’d meant to say. She bit her tongue until the taste of blood pooled in her mouth. She closed her eyes, focusing on the pain, the shadow laughed. “I’ll come back for you and Wynne. After the trial.” No matter what happened, Wynne had to get out. Wynne wanted to leave, Wynne tried to leave, if anyone got out for sure it would be Wynne. Nora would send Wynne without them if she had to. She’d try her best for Elias, but he didn’t look escape ready. But she would try for them all.

It wouldn’t work out, she knew that now. Nothing worked out. Nothing was chill. But what happened would happen, and Nora would have to cling on with her shaking fingers. Maybe they would survive, maybe they wouldn’t. Maybe it didn’t matter. One foot after another. Nora pushed through the clinic door and stepped into the street full of ghosts. They watched her with dead eyes. One foot at a time. 

[2hoothoots]

author reveals are now up, so here's a short fic i wrote for @kibasniper for the Crossworks 2023 exchange!! a Psychonauts/Splatoon crossover featuring some of the Whispering Rock campers getting up to splatfest shenanigans

[thesunwillart]

cobweb is a crosswork and sudoku kinda guy. gotta do something on stakeouts!!

[beatrice-otter]

A Spy on the Golden State Train

crossworks is over for the year, so I can reveal what I wrote! I wrote an Agent Carter/Miss Fisher crossover called A Spy On The Golden State Train. I'd never actually watched Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries before getting this assignment; I'd seen the gifsets and posts on tumblr, but that was all. But I wasn't feeling inspired by what I was matched on, and there were a few episodes of Miss Fisher on Youtube, so I watched enough of that to get a feel for the characters and used the wiki to check the details, and here it is!

Title: A Spy on the Golden State Train Author: beatrice_otter Fandom: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries/Agent Carter Characters: Phryne Fisher, Dottie Underwood, Peggy Carter Written For: veryrach  in Crossworks 2023 Rating: Gen Length: 3978 words Summary: Phrynne has a little bit of excitement on her first trip to America after the Second World War.

Phryne's book was not as exciting as the cover had promised, but it was the best entertainment she had at the moment. Next time I want to cross America, I shall take an aeroplane, she promised herself. The views of the Rocky Mountains had been breathtaking, but the great plains were, well, plain. And endless. And alas, there were very few people on this train interesting enough to be worth watching on their second day together.

Well, they would be in Chicago soon enough, and the nightlife there would be worth the wait. After years of a war on Australia's own front doorstep, she was eager for a city that hadn't been directly touched by it. Phryne was wearing red and was eager to show the world it was well-earned.

Read the rest on AO3 or Squidgeworld or Dreamwidth.

[penna-nomen]

The Crossworks Exchange authors are revealed, so I can finally share the two I wote:

Wealthy, Wise, and Worthy is a Emma x Pride & Prejudice crossover. Young Emma meets Mr. Darcy and they compare notes on what they're looking for in a spouse.

Alien Hunters is a SPN x Doctor Who fusion in which the Winchesters hunt alien invaders instead of monsters. Features Dean, Sam, Castiel, the 10th Doctor as Crowley (yes, I was influenced by David Tennant as Crowley in Good Omens), Amy, Donna, and Chuck. Plus a fan of Chuck's novels who tells Dean that "love is love."

[caiti-creative-corner]

Title: What Happens in Vegas . . . Written for Crossworks Exchange 2023 Fandoms: Nancy Drew & the Hardy Boys, Jem & the Holograms, G.I.Joe Characters: Nancy Drew, Frank Hardy, Joe Hardy, Bess Marvin, George Fayne, and more Rating: T Summary: Nancy and her friends are in Vegas on a case investigating some shady insurance claims by Eric Raymond. Somehow, she's not surprised to find Frank and Joe in the same city on a related case.

LINK TO STORY

[pinkygrocket]

It is a beautiful day in the Underground: birds are singing, flowers are blooming… and you are a horrible goose.

crossworks 2023 gift for Lielac! goose causes chaos in the underground

[connorchen-saddog8]

Sculpture and Installation week 2 - Imagined and hypothetical space

First, feed back for the first exercise. I think it went pretty well! I do have a sustained interest in signage now, i've found, perhaps more as architectural forms and matter, as well as the absence and subsequent emphasis on text.

Mitch gave me an artist reference: Ian Burn. I love the use of text overlayed ontop of the visual it is describing, or dictating the material of image itself.

We looked at imaginary and hypothetical spaces in terms of optical illusiality, portals, language and more.

Here are some of the work examples that I liked and would like to explore in my exercise.

Using an absence of information to highlight and emphasise the subject. This also reminded me of how video games use visuals to communicate information, highlighting or blocking out objects that they wish to bring to the player's attention. Also the aesthetic of video game ui being utilitarian and aesthetic tools to communicate how the interactions work in a game, whilst simultaneously (trying to) match the game's aesthetic or contrast against it. The use of floating text and labels that so clearly take the immersion away from a game, but also building a visual language that immerses you further into the GAME world.

Thomas A Clark's Cloud study

I like the use of glass / perspex :D

We then had a group activity where we were challenged to change the audience's experience of a physical 3D space using only 2 dimensional interventions.

I had some ideas. We were provided with yellow tape, and I thought it made a great connection the the yellow markings that dictated parking spaces outside of the OTC. I thought it would be interesting to create another parking space that sort of defies typical understandings, perhaps putting it up the wall. We ended up running out of tape and constructed some optical illusions focusing on perspective.

I especially love the bright yellow colour, it kind of reminds me of the sub-reality, unimmersive nature of video game ui. Out of this world, yet when seen from a different angle, it looks as if a line super-imposed onto the environment without regard to its UV map.

This was tom's work and i thought it was really cool

Here are some ideas of what i could do for my personal project

inspired by tom's work, constructing / altering signage to include very luke warm or interpersonal, counter-intuitive language that works against the purpose of signage to be quick, effective visual communicators. a little funny

with signage again, painting a crosswork onto a wall.

painting a cigarette butt onto the floor

[mcclintcock]

veep crosswork no. 3, idk why its untitled i stg i put a title but i cant edit it now so whatever

[fictionrealinterface]

INSERTS & POKEMON;

Pokémon are very popular in insert communities. They are widespread enough that even concerted efforts by FRI authorities to confiscate the creatures have had seemingly no effect on the commonality of their ownership by Inserts. They are used for everything from companionship, work, sports, and even the commission of crimes.

The particular biology of the Pokémon means that they not only thrive in other metas but can adapt to them. More common than Pokémon are poke-hybrids-- cross-meta creatures with a Pokémon parent or somewhere in their heritage. Inserts often breed Pokémon, hybrids and purebreds, outside of their native meta in order to get meta-specific morphs (MSM) that would not be possible to create back in the native meta.

The protocol for hybrids and MSMs is destruction by the FRI, though recent efforts to repurpose poke-hybrids for Crosswork have been made since Hybrids are commonly infertile and therefore incapable of spreading themselves further.

While most inserts have productive and symbiotic relationships with their Pokémon, should they have them, many only see the profit and power owning such creatures can get them. Battling is common and unlike the native meta, the brutality of the fighting is more similar to the dogfights of our world. Pokemills are also hidden in the fictions; clandestine operations where Pokémon are bred and then sold or traded to other inserts. Once again, neglect, abuse, and objectionable practices about in these often filthy "facilities".

[my-yasiuae]

اصبحت دبي موطنأ لشركة  ألماس رائدة ومعتمدة في دولة الإمارات العربية المتحدة، ، والمعروفة  دائماً بفخامتها وإبتكاراتها التي لا مثيل لها،   والتي من المقرر أن تعيد تعريف صناعة المجوهرات الفاخرة . - أسست شركات Plasmability و  Crossworks Manufacturing(عضوة في مجموعة HRA ) ودبي القابضة و(SJM Group) وشركة بوند ، إيفيك Diamonds،  لتصبح شراكة إستيراتيجية رائدة متقدمة تقنيا في مجال الماس والمجوهرات الفاخرة والمستدامة والمصنوعة حسب الأعراف . لقد افتتحت إيفيكTM رسميا منشأتها المعتمدة للإنتاج المتكامل والتي صممت على أحدث طراز في قلب دبي وهي جاهزة لحصاد الدفعة الأولى من الماس المُصنع في المختبر في 1 ديسمبر 2023 الساعة 2 ظهرًا. إن التزام الشركاء بالجودة والابتكار والاستدامة التي لا مثيل لها من شأنه أن يغير مشهد صناعة الماس في المنطقة وخارجها، ونبع ذلك الإلتزام من الشغف المشترك بين الشركاء لتقديم الماس الرائع والخالي من الصراعات (النزاعات و إنتهاك حقوق الإنسان والصديق للبيئة)  والذي فاق حدود الابتكار في صناعة الماس , من خلال منشأة حديثة ومعتمدة  للإنتاج والقطع والتلميع، تم تجهيز إيفيك بأحدث التقنيات وفريق من المهندسين والعلماء والحرفيين المهرة الذين ينتجون ألماسا رائعا مُصنعاً  في المعمل يتفوق في الجمال والتألق والوضوح عن غيره من الماس المستخرج أوالمزروع في المختبرات الأخرى . الميزات الرئيسية للماس المزروع في مختبر إيفيك: جودة رائعة: تم إنتاج ألماس إيفيك المزروع في المختبر بدقة شديدة ليظهر جودة وتألقًا استثنائيين لزراعته  بدقة وخبرة , حيث تتم عملية نمو إيفيك في خطوة واحدة متواصلة، مما يؤدي إلى وضوح وتألق مذهل.  ان إنتاج إيفيك من الماس غير مسبوق  في جودته،  حيث يتم تصنيف كل ماسة من إيفيك واعتمادها من حيث القطع واللون والوضوح ووزن القيراط، مما يضع معايير جديدة في إنتاج الماس المختبري. مستدامة وأخلاقية: تلتزم إيفيك بالاستدامة والأخلاق. وتماشياً مع رؤية دولة الإمارات العربية المتحدة للتنمية المستدامة، حيث يتم إنتاج ألماس إيفيك بأقل قدر من التأثير البيئي ولا ينطوي على ممارسات تعدين ضارة أو انتهاكات لحقوق الإنسان. الابتكار الأساسي: تدفع إيفيك باستمرار حدود الابتكار التكنولوجي في إنتاج الماس. يتمتع علماء ومهندسو إيفيك بسنوات من الخبرة، مكرسين لتعزيز عملية زراعة الماس، وضمان الماس المزروع والمقطع بشكل إستثنائي ورائع. مجموعة مذهلة: من السوليتير الكلاسيكي إلى التصميمات المخصصة المعقدة، تقدم إيفيك عالمًا من الإمكانيات من خلال الماس والمجوهرات المزروعة في المعمل. مختبر إيفيك: يقع مختبر إيفيك في قلب مدينة دبي، ويعكس فخامة المدينة ورفاهيتها. ويتمتع مختبر إيفيك بموقع استراتيجي يمكنه من خدمة الأسواق الإقليمية والدولية، وتوفير وجهة ملائمة للماس المزروع في المختبر بجودة لا مثيل لها. موقع المختبر المعتمد: تم إعتماد موقع مختبر إيفيك من قبل دبي للإقتصاد والسياحة ومعتمد من قبل وزارة الصناعة المتقدمة كمنشأة  صناعية متقدمة تكنولوجياً متخصصة في الماس المزروع في المختبر ومسجلة لدى مركز دبي للسلع المتعددة، ستحتوي إيفيك على 52 آلة CVD (نظام ترسيب البخار الكيميائي)  وأكثر من 400 جهاز قطع وتلميع. وأعرب السيد بوب باسنيت، الرئيس التنفيذي ومؤسس شركة Plasmability LLC، نيابة عن الشركاء عن سعادتهم بمستقبل الشركة في دبي، قائلاً: "يسعدنا أن نؤسس وجودنا في دبي، المدينة المعروفة بابتكارها ورفاهيتها. "إن التزامنا بتوفير الماس المذهل الذي تم إنتاجه في المختبر في منشأة معتمدة على أحدث طراز يتوافق مع قيم وتطلعات هذه المدينة الاستثنائية. ونحن نتطلع إلى خدمة الأسواق الإقليمية وخارجها ". أعرب السيد أسامة السلمان ، المدير العام لشركة إيفيك، عن أن "إطلاق منشأة إيفيك المعتمدة لإنتاج وتقطيع وتلميع الألماس المختبري في دبي يعد خطوة مهمة نحو إحداث ثورة في إنتاج الماس، مما يوفر للمستهلكين تجربة مستدامة وأخلاقية ونزيهة".  إن اختيار إيفيك من قبل عملائنا هو إختيار استثنائي لاحتياجاتهم من المجوهرات. ومع استمرار إيفيك  في النمو والابتكار، فإنها ستعمل على ترسيخ مكانتها  كشركة رائدة عالميًا في مجال الماس المزروع في المختبرات وتتماشى مع مكانة دبي كمركز عالمي لتكنولوجيا الماس المتطورة والمتقدمة. إيفيك هي شركة رائدة في مجال قطع وتلميع الألماس المختبري ومقرها في إمارة دبي، الإمارات العربية المتحدة. مع الالتزام بالاستدامة والأخلاق والابتكار. تنتج إيفيك ألماسًا عالي الجودة تم إنتاجه في المختبر من بداية خط الإنتاج إلى نهايته(الصقل)  والذي يلبي متطلبات سوق المنتجات الفاخرة الحديثة وهو في طليعة هذه الصناعة التحويلية ورمز للجمال والأخلاق والمسؤولية. تم تطوير تقنية CVD الخاصة بـ إيفيك

بواسطة Plasmability في مقرها الرئيسي في أوستن بتكساس وتم نقلها إلى مختبر إيفيك, حيث يتم إنتاج الماس المزروع  بطريقة تغاير ما يتم إنتاجة بنظام الضغط والحرارة العالية ( HPHT ) وسيتم توثيقه بشهادة GIA بتصنيع فائق الجودة في كل من الأشكال المستديرة والفاخرة. عملية إنتاج إيفيك ��لفريدة الخاصة بها لا تترك أي حبيبات أو خطوط نمو مما يمنحها مظهراً مميزاً،  وهذا يجعل ماس إيفيك الإختيار الأمثل لعملائنا عن باقي المنتجات المماثلة  ، بما يتجاوز العروض التقليدية المزروعة في المختبر. تعدد الأحجام والصفاء والخصائص الفريده من نوعها تجعل المنتج لا مثيل له في صناعتنا. أن خبرة شركة Crossworks  أحد الشركاء تتمثل في تخصصها في إبتكار وتطوير تصميم الماس ، حيث انهم في طليعة الشركات المتخصصة في إبتكار تصميم الماس وتصنيع الماس. من خلال وجود منشأتين  للتلميع على أحدث طراز في تورونتو بكندا ومدينة هوتشي منه بفيتنام، تتخصص شركة Crossworks في تصنيع القطع المتميزة و المثالية والراقية في جميع الأشكال، وقد نقلت خبرتها إلى شراكة إيفيك. جميع عمال التلميع هم قاطعي ألماس عالميين ملتزمين بالاهتمام بالتفاصيل والدقة. ولقد أضاف السيد إيتاي أرييل، المدير التنفيذي للمبيعات العالمية لشركة Crossworks: "إن بوند للإستثمار وPlasmability هما شركتان رائدتان في الصناعة ويتشاركان التزامنا بالتميز، ويسعدنا أن نقدم هذا العرض الفاخر الجديد إلى السوق معهم من خلال شراكة إيفيك. تضمن أنظمة التصنيع الحديثة المستخدمة داخل إيفيك بتسجيل عملية الإنتاج على كل حجر من بدايته (زراعة) حتى نهايته (صقله). إذ يتم تسجيل مرحلة الإنتاج لكل حجر لضمان أعلى درجة من الشفافية. إن دبي القابضة (مجموعة SJM)  هي مجموعة شركات رائدة مقرها مدينة دبي النابضة بالحياة، الإمارات العربية المتحدة، تتمتع بسجل حافل لأكثر من 20 عامًا، وقد نمت دبي القابضة لتصبح شركة متعددة الاستخدامات وديناميكية تفتخر بمحفظة متنوعة تشمل العقارات والبناء والتجارة والنفط والغاز وحلول تكنولوجيا المعلومات والشحن وإعادة  تدويرو توظيف القوى العاملة والمزيد. بوند للاستثمار هي شركة استثمارية دولية قابضة مقرها أبوظبي، وتعد واحدة من أكبر الشركات الاستثمارية القابضة وأكثرها ديناميكية في دولة الإمارات العربية المتحدة، تُعرف شركة بوند للإستثمار بأنها حاضنة أعمال مبتكرة وقد اكتسبت سمعة غير مسبوقة بفضل سمعتها وكفاءتها وإحترافيتها  في تقديم خدماتها  التي لا مثيل لها . المصدر: الإمارات اليوم

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Daily Prayer for November 14, 2023

Prayer: Grant to us, our most holy God, a measure of the Holy Spirit that we can put to death the deeds of the flesh. Though we are united to you through the work of the Lord Jesus Christ, we confess that we often fail to mortify those things that displease you. We further confess that though we are definitely sanctified through the crosswork and subsequent resurrection of Christ, there is still…