#mainder

[jinpanman]

Idk if anyone even follows me anymore but I'm working on my villain jimin fic again 🥲🥲 after so long away. I've missed him a lot. Not sure when I'll ever get it done tho...😅😅😅

[jargonautical]

Somewhere To Be / A chapter at a time

A discovery

THE BACK DOOR slams open as Viktor stalks in from the lawn.

“Your bloody scans are useless!” he snarls at Aaron. “I thought you said we’d find something in trench six?”

“Trench six …” Aaron repeats calmly, tabbing through several windows on his screen. “Trench six. Yep, loads of signals. You not finding anything?”

Viktor blows out his breath in frustration. “Nothing. Not so much as a broken bottle. I’ve got them sifting everything that comes out and you know what they’ve found? Fucking nothing. Not even stones or roots or anything, just soil.”

“Maybe whatever it is, is just buried a bit deeper.” Chris suggests. “I mean it’s possible there’s an error with the scans, but they’ve been spot on everywhere else, right?”

Viktor opens his mouth to say something, nothing good judging by the condescending sneer on his face, but before he has a chance he’s interrupted by Mainder.

“How far down have you got? Trench six is up against the back wall here, yes? They’d have dug all that out when they were putting in the foundations, back when the house was built. Won’t be a lot to find yet.”

Viktor subsides, unable to fault the logic, and huffs his way back outside again. As the door closes behind him all eyes turn to Mainder and Chris voices what everyone’s thinking.

“Thank you.” he says firmly. “Viktor can be a pain in the arse sometimes, and we’re not in a position to argue since, you know, he’s the proper historian here.” The emphasis makes it clear that Viktor hasn’t made many friends with that distinction.

“What I was hired for, right?” Mainder replies casually. “Speaking of which - is Evie in? I found something about the chapel.”.

Evie emerges from her corner and takes the book, running careful fingers over the faded gold lettering on the cover; A History Of Alfriscombe.

“Oh, this is perfect - I’ve been looking for this one.” 

There are several other reference books already stacked next to the printer, fat with scrap paper bookmarks, and she places his offering on the top of the pile. 

“Is this your personal property? I need to scan the page, but I’ll try not to damage the spine.”

”I’d appreciate that.” he says solemnly. “Not many copies of that one left, I don’t think.”

He quietly congratulates himself on a successful overture, and hovers while she lifts the lid of the machine and arranges the book on the glass scanner plate. It takes some contortions but eventually she finds a way to arrange the page she needs on the plate without stressing the book’s fragile spine, hanging the redundant half over the edge of the machine and supporting it with her hand until the scan is complete. She twists to the side to peer at the copy the machine spews out, checking she’s captured the right section of text, then lifts the book back off the plate and closes it with care.

“I’d love another look at that later, if that’s okay.” she remarks, flicking an invisible speck of dust off the cover and handing it back.

“Sure.” he says casually, a move which would astonish Krzysztof if he’d been there to hear it. We’re not a lending library, is the more common response to anyone who’s asking, and this book and several other volumes of similar vintage and rarity are usually kept in a locked glass-fronted bookcase up in his flat.

The afternoon wears on with little progress out on the lawn. Viktor reappears several times to make himself coffee, and with each fresh cup his mood gets worse. The culprit isn’t caffeine overload, but rather that every time he comes in to complain about his still-empty trench he for some reason finds Mainder in his direct line of sight blandly watching him. Something about that smug nothingness gives the impression that he’s just waiting for Viktor to sound off specifically so he can correct him again. I could take him, Viktor assures himself. He may know Alfriscombe, but he’s no archaeologist. But Mainder’s polite, expectant half-smile diverts him each time, and each time he swallows whatever he had lined up to say and re-routes to the coffee machine instead.

But just as dusk approaches, a trowel tinks against buried stone; that’s when the real excitement begins.

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A WEEKEND’S DEDICATED overtime uncovers enough to make it clear this is no cellar; at least not one belonging to the museum. Entirely the wrong materials for a start, a pale blue-grey stone banded and streaked with quartz that’s wholly unlike the granite and sandstone more commonly used in Alfriscombe. The trench now reveals a deep-cut channel lined with fine dressed stone, wide enough for three people to walk abreast and easily deep enough for a man to stand upright. The floor is currently packed clay, but the seams in the walls suggest they haven’t hit the actual floor yet. What the purpose of the tunnel is and what it leads to is still a mystery as it comes to an abrupt end after two metres, blocked by a heap of broken stone. There’s just enough room above the blockage to shine a torch in and get a tantalising glimpse of the chamber beyond, a long rectangle roofed over with massive slabs and supported by simple pillars.

Given the position of the blockage and the curve of some of the shattered pieces the engineers think one of the roof slabs fell in after its supporting column shifted. The cause of that - they’re deeply apologetic to have to suggest - is probably the sheer number of people who’ve been standing and moving around on the earth above. If something isn’t done, they delicately suggest, the whole thing could fall in and then there’ll be nothing left to excavate. Patterson, unusually, wastes no time making the decision to protect the site with every possible precaution. A tent is hastily erected over the tunnel opening, fibre matting laid down to protect the fragile surface all around, and barriers for good measure to keep everybody off it until they can find a way to support the structure.

A tableau of serious men talking serious matters, all hard hats and clipboards, greets Mainder when he makes his appearance on Monday morning. A lively debate is in progress, to his mingled irritation and delight, Patterson and some visiting colleagues each stoutly defending their pet theories.

“… seriously out of context. Just look at the quality of the stonework! Are we sure of the dates on the main structure?” he overhears as he flanks the engineering team attempting to find a better viewing angle. Fantastic. Let them argue. Let them talk over each other and go round in circles all damn day.

“… ceremonial avenue, are you serious?” sneers another. “It’s always ‘ritual’ with you people …”

Oh yes, please let the debate devolve into fisticuffs. That’d be perfect. The longer it takes them to agree on what they’re digging for, the closer it gets to the end of the workday and his chance to slip in under cover of darkness.

“Of course we actually have an expert on the scene. Mainder! Could you pop over here for a second and settle an argument?”

That’s Patterson, claiming his time and attention as if he has some kind of right to. On the one hand, to hell with that pompous little prick. On the other … well, he’s bored. 

“Of course.” He smiles serenely on the little assembly, the adult adjudicating a playground disagreement. “How can I help?”

Five minutes of attentive listening, thoughtful hm’s and uh-huh’s sprinkled in at appropriate intervals, and he’s managed to convince two academics with completely opposing views that they’re both absolutely correct without actually saying so in so many words. He’s delicately seeded the idea that a ceremonial tomb complex is remarkably feasible, with half a dozen local figures of note who might have qualified for such an impressive burial, and also raised the completely so far unconsidered possibilities of an ice house for the old manor, a Vernon family crypt abandoned due to cave in, and the foundations of some part of the medieval abbey. That should keep them busy.

Now all he has to do is wait for sundown.

[daily-best-jokes]

Good advice?

I am passing this on to you because it definitely worked for me today, and we all could probably use more calm in our lives.

Some doctor on tv this morning said the way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started.

So I looked around my house to see things I'd started and hadn't finished so I have managed to finish off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, a pockage of Prungles, tha mainder of bot Prozic and Valiuminun scriptins, the res of the chesescke an a box a chocletz. Yu haf no idr how bludy fablus I feel rite now. Plaese sned dhis orn to dem yu fee ar in ned ov iennr pisss. An telum,u blody luvum.!!♥

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[debi123sworld]

Heard a Dr. on TV say to get through the boredom of self isolation we should finish things we start and thus have more calm in our lives. So I looked through the house to find all the things i've started but hadn't finished...so I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, tha mainder of Valiumun srciptuns, an a box a chocletz. Yu haf no idr how feckin fablus I feel rite now. Sned this to all who need inner piss. An telum u luvum xx

[jinpanman]

[jinpanman]

Pining with bdsm wtfffff 😭😭😭 i just....wanna know how that can be hahahahahaha god.....someone write this for me lmmaaaoooo

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[jargonautical]

Somewhere To Be / A chapter at a time

The Smith

IT’S STANDING ROOM only at today’s guest lecture, hinting at either a popular topic or compulsory attendance. Possibly both. The Archchancellor himself is at the lectern, and beside him is a blonde giant of a man Mainder hasn’t seen in a very long time. According to the schedule this is one Dr Tor Sónnarson, expert in prehistoric metalworking and jewellery making techniques, flown down from Reykjavik after the discovery of the second brooch. Sónnarson isn’t the name Mainder knows him by, but this isn’t the time - nor the venue, and most definitely not the company - to remind him of that.

He quickly spots Mainder taking up a relaxed slouch against the wall at the back, nursing a cup of scalding hotel coffee, and a grin lights up his face. Fortunately this coincides perfectly with the tail end of the Archchancellor’s introduction. 

“… and I’m delighted to introduce our guest Doctor Sónnarson. I’m sure you’ll all join me in giving him a warm welcome.”

So saying he pointedly raises his hands and leads the applause while Sónnarson lumbers to his feet.

“That is indeed a warm welcome.” His English is impeccable, precise if faintly accented. “I am not a man given to long speeches, so I will simply say that I am very excited to join you all on this project, and I look forward to talking to you all individually in due course.”

He beams at the room in general and takes the lectern to more applause, possibly for the sentiment of his speech but equally likely for its commendable brevity.

“I understand you have been wondering why you are finding so many of this style of brooch. If we include the splendid specimen from the Vernon collection which is claimed to be the brooch of the famous ‘moon princess’ of local folklore, that would make three. A treasure trove!”

There’s a ripple of uncertain laughter; after all, you’re not supposed to laugh at the speaker unless you can be absolutely certain they’re intentionally cracking a joke. Maybe he only meant to be enthusiastic?

“Ah, you are allowed to laugh.” he advises with a knowing nod. “I mean to be sarcastic, and now I will tell you why.”

Relieved smiles at this - damn him, for all his diffidence the smith always did know how to have the punters eating out of his hand. It doesn’t hurt that he’s put together like the gods saved all the best bits for last, tall and broad-shouldered with pale blond hair sweeping back off his forehead like some Icelandic hero from the sagas. Girls used to practically fall at his feet.

Maybe they still do, a horrible thought in the present context. Evie is down there at the end of the second row, leaning like him against the wall and turned back to scan the crowd. Looking for someone? Himself, possibly - a brief warming of her expression lets him know she sees him, but then she’s all solemn attention as the lecture begins in earnest.

The first slide is a simple drawing, a diagram really, of a typical fibula-style brooch. “Of course this style is very common,” he’s saying, “very common for the period - think of it as being the equivalent of coat buttons for our era. This is how we hold our clothes together, nothing more, and if one day archaeologists dig up Saville Row I am sure they will be very excited by the ritual significance of the tailor’s shop and the many buttons sacrificed there to the minor deities of Finance!”

He twinkles with delight at his foolish joke, twinkles directly at Evie as it happens, and expands his chest pridefully when she grins back. Mainder will have to give him a warning. She’s off limits, he’ll have to tell him, because …

Because why? She doesn’t belong to him. She’s an adult, by mudside standards anyway. She can do as she pleases. He’ll warn him off anyway. If it would be inappropriate for Mainder to pursue her, the same goes for him. There are rules, aren’t there, about relationships in the workplace? That ought to cover it.

“You are very lucky indeed to have discovered so many such beautiful examples.”

His slides advance to show the two recent finds. The contrast between the magnificent red, amber and gold piece against the mud-coloured and pitted bronze is shocking now they’re side by side. Garnets versus pebbles, silver flames versus empty channels.

“I hope to examine them more closely later, but from what I see here I can tell you that you are looking at, how should I put it, a Versace next to a Walmart.” 

Blank looks greet him. 

“You do not have Versace here?”

“We don’t have Walmart. Primark, maybe?” Evie volunteers, and he bows slightly in gratitude for the clarification.

“I see. What you would have then, is your cheapest clothing store of reasonable quality. Where you may buy something that is similar to whatever Versace was showing on the catwalk five years ago, but of course in much cheaper materials and a much poorer fit.”

Confused faces clear, smiles of understanding dawn, and he smiles happily at Evie again.

“There, we have an analogy - thank you, miss. This is the same thing. A fine lord may command a beautiful bespoke piece in the colours of his choosing, using the most expensive materials he can afford. He wears it, the lower levels of the feudal nobility observe, and a fashion is born. They ask their craftsmen to make them something similar.”

The slide advances again, showing just the bronze and agate version now. 

“And so this is the next step. Lords and ladies bring the fashion home and any skilled metalworker may observe the design, how cleverly it fits its purpose - for holding the cloak together, you see? Perfectly designed.”

To make his point he advances to the next slide where a sallow young man stares awkwardly just off-camera as if trying not to laugh. He’s wearing a swathe of bright red fabric over his T-shirt and jeans, with a replica of a simple one-piece brooch in thick bronze wire gathering the material at one shoulder and holding it in place. Behind him the outlines of ugly concrete buildings and a patch of tragically uncared-for lawn suggest the photo was captured in haste at Sónnarson’s home institution, with an unlucky student co-opted as the model. His next words confirm it.

“My thanks to my lovely assistant Klaus for modelling for this picture.” Sónnarson intones with another twinkle. “And also my apologies to him for having him wear red, which is most definitely not his colour.”

This raises a roar of laughter at poor Klaus’s expense, but presumably it’s okay since he’s not here to endure it. Sónnarson flicks back to the previous slide.

“And so these clever metalworkers make many more now in the most basic materials. For bronze, there will be scraps remaining from making larger pieces - weapons, torcs, drinking vessels. Agate and quartz may easily be found in the riverbed if you are prepared to sift the gravel for them. What we would call, an easy profit.”

He beams at his clever analogy, regarding his audience’s obvious approval with pride. 

“I will be happy to say more about the specific techniques after I have seen them more closely, perhaps a little talk at the end of the week?”

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THE HOTEL’S RESTAURANT is a safely anonymous venue, with the busy clatter of cutlery against plates and other diners’ conversations to mask what these two have to say to each other. In any case who would question the two experts, the local historian and the distinguished specialist, sitting down over lunch to compare theories?

Mainder isn’t astonished to see the smith occupying this new role. His wily friend has apparently been hiding in plain sight for the last few decades, literally writing the book on early Romano-British metalworking techniques. Which makes perfect sense once you know that he personally invented most of them.

“So you haven’t seen the brooches in person yet? I was pretty sure the jewelled one is one of yours.”

“It may be.” Smidur rumbles. “I think it was a young miskin with a commission for his master. Such a long time ago! If this is the same then I recall he said, ‘as fine as you please, and you may be sure he will pay well if he’s satisfied’. So I did, and so he did, and I heard no more.”

The waitress bustles up at that moment to deliver the list of today’s specials followed by the other, slightly longer, list of things they’ve run out of. Smidur listens attentively, leaning forward and giving her a look of deep approval until she starts to blush and fidget, before solemnly announcing that he believes he’ll try the salmon. Mainder settles for the same and she disappears off to the kitchen to place their order.

“And when were you going to tell me you’d come into town?”

“Right after this, I promise you.” Smidur barks a laugh, throwing his head back and making nearby patrons turn to stare briefly. “I knew you would not be far away. This is still your place, yes?”

Mainder meets the jibe with a gleam of challenge in his eye. “Yes. This is still my place.”

He endured some teasing from them all back in the day for being here so often, for taking an interest in the folk that lived here, but he never regretted the time spent. It needed done, he would argue. If you break a system (and that’s what destroying the Vernons effectively was, bringing all their feudal plans, however benign, to dust) then you have to be ready to make good any damage down the line. The Queen would have her way, but she wouldn’t see innocent folk suffer either - and as long as she approved, he was in the clear. He could never seem to make them appreciate that crucial point. Or perhaps they did, and they simply didn’t place the same weight on it that he did.

Anyway Smidur has already shifted to his next thought. 

“The girl at the side, the clever one, what are your thoughts? I think I saw her looking for you in the lecture.”

Trust him to notice. 

“That depends on what you mean by ‘thoughts’.” Mainder deflects.

“Perhaps I should say, intentions. Is she yours?”

“Not exactly.”

Mainder isn’t ready to be having this conversation, not until he’s resolved the same question in his own mind. But that cautious non-answer isn’t what Smidur is digging for, and they both know it.

“‘Not exactly’, what is that? It is a yes-or-no question, my friend. Do you lay claim?”

The formal language, the old language, gives Mainder pause. Technically he could, since he saw her first; and if he did then Smidur would have to back off gracefully and without question.

It’s not that simple though. Living among the people here for so long has changed him, changed how he sees them. They’re not animals to be branded. Anyway even if he laid claim with all formality, would it make a difference to her? What if his handsome friend suits her taste better?

He can’t explain, and chooses to ignore, the twist in his gut at that idea.

“She’s just a child. Between you and me I’m not sure she even likes me.”

Smidur leans back and ostentatiously makes a show of looking right and left at the people around them.

“My friend, from where we stand they are all children. It seems to me that you have been here too long.”

Mainder shifts uncomfortably under the truth of that statement. Both of those statements.

“If you say so.” he responds at last. “Take my advice and watch your step around her.”

And I’ll be watching your step for you, just in case, he mentally adds.

[444names]

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[dailynews9]

High Court nixes murder convict's bail after 18 yrs , upholds life term

High Court nixes murder convict’s bail after 18 yrs , upholds life term

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[jinpanman]

I GOT ALCOHOL. I AM SO SORRY. I AM GONNA BE THE WORST AT THIS JOB. PLS HAVE MERCY AND PATIENCE SKDJSKSK

here's a random word generator--whatever word it gives you is now the thing you are the deity of

[india09]

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[takhfifekhob]

تیشرت مردانه Mainder مدل 1400 https://www.takhfifekhob.com/%d8%aa%db%8c%d8%b4%d8%b1%d8%aa-%d9%85%d8%b1%d8%af%d8%a7%d9%86%d9%87-mainder-%d9%85%d8%af%d9%84-1400/

[artlockdown]

day 24

Maybe you've already seen this joke...

"I heard a doctor on TV say that, to have inner peace during these uncertain times, we should always finish things we start. And we all could use more calm in our lives. I looked through my house around for stuff i'd started and hadnt finished, so I finished off a bottle of Scotch, a bottle of Tequila, a bodle of some old Pinot, a butle of wum, tha mainder of Valiumun srciptuns, an a box a chocletz. Yu haf no idr how feckin fablus I feel rite now. Sned this to all who need inner piss. An telum u luvum." 

So apparently this is a thing. If you google 'drinking in quarantine' you will get hundreds of articles weighing in on it. Everywhere, alcohol sales have doubled. No joke.

Which reminds me. I know it's a huge risk, especially over the next two crucial weeks of lockdown, but I really must go to Target for more of my Sutter Home moscato, the big jumbo 1.5 litre bottle for just $7.99. With imminent threat of respiratory attack, I need all the cough syrup I can get. Iz essenshul an i luvum.

Be kind and be careful.

[lostandfouundd]

My heart open itself to your voice

[bollyhollybaba]

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[beatmyaudio]

Laare (Full Video) Maninder Buttar | Jaani | B Praak | Latest New Punjabi Song 2019

#beatmyaudio posting Laare (Full Video) Maninder Buttar | Jaani | B Praak | Latest New Punjabi Song 2019

Laare (Full Video) Maninder Buttar | Jaani | B Praak | Latest New Punjabi Song 2019

… Laare (Full Video) Maninder Buttar | Jaani | B Praak | Latest New Punjabi Song 2019 …

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