#model is the beautiful danila

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I just think NikGhost, you know?

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From Rags to Riches: Chapter 3

After a week working at the agency, you were finally going to be part of your first fashion show. You barely managed to sleep the night before, you were so anxious.

Since you were little, all you dreamed of was walking down a catwalk, now it was finally so much closer than far, it made you feel a little strange.

You remained still as the makeup artist carefully applied shimmery gold eyeshadow to your eyelids to match the clothes you'd use.

"Open your eyes, hon." She asked.

You slowly opened both of your eyes, the intensity of your gaze combined with the makeup left the girl completely stunned.

"Uh, are you okay?" You asked her, noticing her strange behavior.

"Sorry about that, it's just that in all these years working as a makeup artist, I've never seen beauty like yours." She explained.

You smiled. No matter how many times you heard someone say that, you were happy as if it was the first time you heard it.

"Thanks."

"Well, you're ready to go." She said with a smile. "Do you want to check on yourself?"

"Is that a question to ask?" You said between laughs. "Of course I want."

"Then get up and turn around."

You stood up from the chair and smoothed the skirt of your dress, before turning around and finally seeing how you looked reflected in front of the large mirror. You were completely speechless as you admired yourself.

You looked like another person, but you knew it was you.

You had dreamed of that moment so many times, if you were still dreaming, you never wanted to wake up. The makeup artist soon noticed the tears that were forming in the corners of your eyes.

"Oh sweetheart, don't cry." She said, resting her hands on your shoulders. "Or the makeup will be all smudged, the waterproof makeup won't arrive until next week."

"I'm not crying." You denied it, laughing, managing to contain the tears of emotion that wanted to escape your eyes.

"But you almost were..."

"Attention, girls!" Ms. Melanie, the owner of the agency, entered the models' dressing room, clapping her hands and making a fuss to draw everyone's attention to her.

"What happened?" You asked confused. "Any problems with the catwalk?"

"Satan save me from this happening, bitch." She retorted. "I came to tell you that my business partner brought a very important guest today, so it's best for you guys to continue with your jobs that you make a good impression on him."

"Wait, who exactly is 'he'?" Liana asked.

"No one important, just the most powerful being in all of Hell." She responded sarcastically, which made you all gasp in surprise.

"Lucifer?" Lauren asked, still surprised. "I don't think I've ever seen him in person."

"Well, people say he's very handsome in person." Reina commented between giggles.

"Really?" Danila asked with a smile. "I hope I get to see him."

"Yes, he's handsome as fuck, but you're not being paid to make goggle eyes to him, so just focus on doing your job." MS. Melanie warned sternly.

"Yes, ma'am." Lauren and Danila nodded obediently.

You were lucky you've never seen the King of Hell in person or through photos. You didn't make a point of wanting to know about the person who probably put your own species on the margins of Hell's society.

You probably wouldn't recognize him so you wouldn't be nervous.

Lucifer sat in the seat reserved for him in the front row and put on his sunglasses, knowing that the lights from the audience would bother his eyes.

Fashion shows weren't really his idea of fun, but he decided he would at least try to entertain himself at that event.

"Oh, that's one of my best dresses." Velvette whispered in his ear as the first model walked in and walked down the catwalk.

"It's definitely very beautiful." He commented, scratching the itch inside his ear that was caused by that whisper.

You waited anxiously for your turn. Even with all your nervousness, you felt a good feeling filling your chest, it was finally your turn to shine.

You walked until you were visible to the audience and struck a pose, only seeing the flashes of the cameras that were taking many photos of you, the lights that illuminated all over the catwalk made you only see partially.

Resting one hand on your waist, you walked down the catwalk, feeling that everyone's eyes were on you.

The moment he laid eyes on you, the bored expression on Lucifer's face slowly softened. It would never have crossed his mind that he would find something that would catch his eye at that fashion show.

The King felt overwhelmed by feelings he never thought he could ever feel again. There was something about you that was beyond his understanding, but for the first time in so many years, he felt his heart beat faster for someone.

When he realized it, he was already completely fascinated by everything about you, from your elegant walk, to the curved shape of your body, your penetrating gaze, your lips, tail, horns, hair and even the reddish tone of your skin.

He had to take off his glasses so he could see you better.

"Who is the girl?" He asked Velvette, yearning for an answer.

"I have no idea." The overlord replied in an uninterested tone of voice. "She must be a new model that was recently chosen. I must say that she is very beautiful, despite being an imp."

"It doesn't matter." He murmured. Even though you had already left the catwalk, your beautiful image was still engraved in his memory like a photograph. But even so, he didn't wanted, he needed to see you again. "I want that girl."

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Ive noticed a lot of fanart of IWTV makes the boys look like girls. its not just one artist its the fandom's thing to draw them w not "feminine" but *female* features. Im a ftm trans artist so ive spent a lot of time looking at how male vs female faces differ and the iwtv fandom draws men with smaller jaws, bigger eyes, softer features, bigger lips, small/arched eyebrows. Besides long hair and elaborate dress the characters dont look female so do u know why the fandom draws them like that?

(1) First of all, I would encourage you to post your own interpretations, share with us how you see these characters, we have an insatiable hunger for more fanart ;] 

If your headcanon is different, that’s great! Variety is the spice of life. 

(2) In my experience, having been in VC fandom for 20+ years and on tumblr for about 3.5 yrs, yes, I’ve seen a lot of IWTV-era fanart depicting the male characters with feminine features, you may be right about that. But not all of it is.

[^X Louis, Claudia and Lestat, IWTV-era, by @superhiki, who often uses Daniel Tighe as a reference for Louis, and fandom favorite Danila Kovalev for Lestat (and, not pictured here but worth mentioning, Hiki uses fandom favorite Bjorn Andresen for Armand)] 

(3) I get the impression from your message that you consider that “fanart of IWTV makes the boys look like girls” is bad/wrong/incorrect. If that’s not your point, I apologize, and you can skip to (4), but if it is your point, please see this post about fandom policing, here’s an excerpt from @spiderladyceo:  

“And no matter how well-meaning you are, you don’t get to tell other fans what they can and cannot write, or draw, or enjoy. 

When you start telling people what they can create or enjoy, you invalidate the purpose of fandom, and create a situation where instead of free exploration, we have something similar to mainstream media in which certain tropes or topics are not allowed. This limits the free expression, exploration and innovation so highly prized in fandom.

…You don’t get to tell fans how to enjoy fandom. You mind your own path, your write your own fic, you write meta on why x trope is offensive/problematic/bad but you do not tell other fans how to enjoy fandom.”

(4) I don’t quite understand your distinction between “feminine” and *female* features, except that I consider “female features” specifically to mean female genitalia and secondary sex characteristics (breasts). So I’m only going to address “feminine” features. 

On that point, “smaller jaws, bigger eyes, softer features, bigger lips, small/arched eyebrows” are not exclusive to female characters. Jason Momoa is a man withBIG EYES, thick lashes, arched brows, big lips, soft jaw, round face,… and I think he is a cis man.

(5) I don’t speak for all the fanartists, but I sent your ask out privately to several fanartists, fic writers, etc., and the general consensus was that if you want to know why a fanartist or writer has made certain artistic choices, you should ask them directly about it and they will answer if they choose to do so. 

Some reasons they gave for drawing characters the way they do: 

Some fanartists have a different idea of what is “masculine” than you do. It just varies, even in people who express their assigned gender, features differ wildly. 

Anne Rice often describes the characters in feminine and androgynous ways. 

Many of her vampires were turned young, before developing your idea of “masculine” features, or they never did. Armand was “perhaps seventeen” (TVA) when he was turned and had stopped growing, had not developed masculine features by that time. “My hands are as delicate as those of a young woman, and I was beardless,” (TVA)

It was more fashionable for men during the IWTV-era to be fashionable and cultured, the style of which might be considered a little more feminine by today’s standards. See Dandy.

Their own aesthetic taste may be inspired by anime/manga. One example is Dany&Dany.

Fanartists often use models and actors as references. Many male models and actors have feminine features. One of them, Andreja Pejić, was a fan favorite as Lestat for many years, and she transitioned MTF in 2013.

^[X] fanart of Lestat/Louis by @sheepskeleton based on [X] this picture of Andreja Pejic (left) and Erika Linder (right).

Fanartists may have been inspired by movie!IWTV. Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt already had somewhat feminine features in the early 90′s, which were enhanced in movie!IWTV. This is one of my fave fanarts of Lestat, and it’s based on Tom’s Lestat:

^X Lestat by *HRFleur is so lovely. And someone commented on it that they think he is handsome w/o looking feminine. 

“I don’t think he looks like Tom Cruise. I think he looks better! it’s as if you took the essence of Lestat from Tom and pulled the real Lestat out. He looks as though he’s about to say something sarcastic or perhaps become peevish over something. I like that you made him handsome without looking feminine.”  

Feminine Jesus Christ:

The idea of drawing men with female or feminine features predates fanart. People depict Jesus Christ with feminine features when there is plenty of controversy about what he actually might have looked like:

^Not my comparison pic, I took it from Janet Carr @ THIS BUG’S LIFE’s post about the Jesus depiction issue. Carr writes that the more feminine Jesus depictions are “actually pictures of Cesare Borgia, son of Rodrigo Borgia, Pope Alexander VI, and brother of Lucrezia Borgia… Pope Alexander VI had all previous depictions of Jesus destroyed in about 1492, and replaced with images of his son. Henceforth, these have been the images used to depict Christ.”

^Here’s our feminized Jesus and early 90′s Brad Pitt, for comparison. I remember Brad being criticized in the early 90′s by men for looking too feminine. The pic above is from a magazine, the Italian caption is “Blond, blue eyes, beautiful in spite of himself, and with a smile >.”

//end. Sorry for the long post, everyone. 

I didn’t put any of that under a cut bc I spent a lot of time on this response and I have found that people will reblog, trying to make a post into a discussion, without reading what’s under the cut. People may still want to try to do that, as this is a social network that encourages discussion, but I’m probably not going to engage any further in this topic. I think I’ve made my point, which is that fanartists draw what they want to draw.

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#31 

     Глава 6. Т: минус 16. 2050 год н.э. Контролер

   - Печь для вакуумной плавки, только невосполнимые детали, семьдесят пять килограмм. Силовая установка для форматирования заготовок, сорок шесть килограмм. Батарейка, в упаковке, семьсот шестьдесят килограмм. Восемь скафандров полной изоляции, по шестьдесят килограмм, итого - четыреста восемьдесят килограмм, - дядя Вася бубнил список вслух, хотя Даниле казалось, что все его давно знают наизусть.

   Но дядя Вася считался у них неформальным интендантом, и относился к своей конспиративной обязанности со всей тщательностью, присущей людям, что привыкли все делать своими собственными руками. И, соответственно, хорошо понимающим, как иногда затрудняется работа из-за отсутствия какой-нибудь мелочи. Ядерной батарейки, например.

   - Хладагента нет. Где брать будете?

   - Ну фреон я тебе не обещаю, но аммиак уж как-нибудь наскребу. - Ответила Лиза. - Ты мне только с лабораторией помоги. Развернуть ее не пять минут.

   - Не спешите. - Влез Грег. - Всем лаборатории надо разворачивать. Из ничего. Грузовик еще через три месяца прилетит, так что пока - на голодном пайке. Да и вообще, мы же решили, что три месяца, а то и полгода, поживем и на батарейке. Все равно ее не заглушишь, а электричества поначалу нам столько и не надо. Зачем вам альтернативное отопление так рано запускать?

   - А что мне тогда делать? - язвительно спросил Василий.

   - Мне помочь, конечно. - Тут же ответил Грег. В серверной нужно будет сразу все по уму раскидать, чтобы потом по пять раз не переделывать.

   - Чтобы в серверной все грамотно раскидать, нужно пожаротушением сначала позаниматься. По твоей же "технике безопасности", а для этого опять газ нужен.

   - Обойдешься атмосферным. В случае чего - углекислый газ в отсек и пожар закончен. Не так прикольно, конечно, но зато дешево. И вообще, ты же вроде собирался крышки на шахтах поменять?

   - И поменяю! Над нами весь Марс смеяться будет, когда увидит, что у нас вместо люков пластик. Где это видано. Но мне же надо еще печь развернуть, и половину от нее - еще заново сделать.

   - Ну не глину же нам было с Земли везти, - фыркнул Грег.

   - А то я не знаю, - важно ответил дядя Вася. - И вообще, не мешайте работать. Приставка по моделированию нанитов, три штуки, по пять килограмм, итого - пятнадцать килограмм.

   ***

Аэрия, далекий край туманов, было красивым названием, не вполне отражающим действительность. Их должны были сбросить недалеко, по меркам планеты, но не совсем в той точке, что на марсианской карте называлось этим поэтичным словом.   База находилась в предгорье, примерно на две тысячи метров выше условного нуля. Возможно, когда-нибудь, этот ноль станет уровнем моря, хотя большинство прогнозов сходилось на том, что моря все же будут ниже, даже, может быть, еще на тысячу метров. Никто просто так и не смог посчитать, сколько воды на самом деле на Марсе. И никто не смог оценить, какая ее часть растает и вольется в моря после того, как температура повысится еще немного. И будет ли эта вода соленой, чтобы не замерзать снова. Или ей на это понадобятся сотни тысячелетий, чтобы вымыть соли из всей планеты, чтобы реки (пока еще даже не существующие) донесли эту соль до морей, до океанов, чтобы океаны просолились достаточно, настолько, что просто перестали бы замерзать.   Эту задачу было сложно обсчитать даже современным машинам. Просто потому, что им не хватало данных. Но некий диапазон они все же давали. И он оставался в пределах от минус полутора тысяч до минус пятисот метров от условного нуля, который до сих пор присутствовал на всех марсианских геологических картах за невозможностью применить земное понятие "уровень моря".   Аэрию использовали для красного словца. Не все, даже специализирующиеся на Марсе и его картографии, знали поименно все места, все каньоны, равнины и кратеры. Не все из них были даже именованы.   Хотя им в этом плане повезло - точка на картах Марса, которую ITSK выиграло в лотерею, размещалась рядом с кратером, который имел имя. Относительно рядом, конечно, но и кратер был больше ста пятидесяти километров в диаметре. Не самый, совсем не самый большой, но уже достаточно крупный, чтобы иметь собственное имя.   Впрочем, некоторые люди здесь, на орбите Марса, разбирались в именах внизу все же неплохо, как им предстояло убедиться.

Их удостоил личной встречи контролер. Даже не так - Контролер. Штат контролеров был очень маленький, насколько знал Данила - всего-то пять человек, так что слово вполне могло стать именем собственным. Они получали огромные деньги. Не за просто так - а за неподкупность. И, ходили слухи, что они действительно неподкупны. ��озможно, даже не из-за размера зарплаты, которую вряд ли кому-нибудь захочется потерять, даже на орбите Марса, - может быть, они были неподкупны, потому что верили в саму идею. Возможно, кто-то подобрал совершенно идейных и неподкупных, а потом, на всякий случай, еще и положил им такие оклады, чтобы у большей части игроков перестала даже возникать мысль о возможном подкупе.   И их основная, и единственная, задача в этой игре заключалась в оценке результатов игроков.   И вот такой легендарный человек, неподкупный, бесстрашный, негнущийся - Контролер, удостоил их личной встречи. Хотя, на это можно было посмотреть и с другой стороны. В первой волне на Марсе разворачивалось менее трех десятков баз, от семнадцати компаний, что вступили в игру с первого хода, так что не ахти какая сложная задача - встретиться с десятком команд. Самое большее.   - Номер базы? - сухо спросил мужчина, заплыв в их кубрик. Челнок, доставивший их к Марсу, сейчас крутился на орбите. Утряска маршрутов, проверка метеоусловий, подготовка спускаемых капсул. Все это могло занять дни, если не недели. Но контролер прибыл сразу. Прибыл лично, не отдавая общение с теми, кто спустится вниз на откуп видеосвязи.   - 18, - ответил Грег, отвлекаясь от наблюдения за поверхностью. Так называемого "визуального" наблюдения, когда монитор проецировал данные с бортовых видеокамер. Не иллюминатор, конечно, но все-таки максимальное приближение к действительности. Медленно плывущая под кораблем планета, освещенная солнцем, без облаков... Это было сродни медитации - можно было смотреть на изображение часами. Обнаруживать все новые и новые детали пейзажа, следить за перемещением пыльных бурь...   - ITSK. - тут же идентифицировал контролер. - Пятьдесят километров южнее края кратера Генри, база развернута. Это хорошо. Насколько я понимаю, вы самые бесшабашные и неподготовленные из всех.

Chapter 6. T: minus 16. 2050 AD Controller

   - Furnace for vacuum melting, only irreplaceable parts, seventy-five kilograms. Power plant for formatting blanks, forty-six kilograms. The battery, in packing, seven hundred sixty kg. Eight spacesuits full of insulation, sixty kilograms, total - four hundred and eighty kilos, - Uncle Vasya muttered the list aloud, although it seemed to Danila that everyone knew him by heart long ago.

   But Uncle Vasya was considered by them to be an informal quartermaster, and he treated his conspiratorial duty with all the thoroughness inherent in people that they used to do everything with their own hands. And, accordingly, well aware of how sometimes the work is hampered due to the absence of any trivialities. A nuclear battery, for example.

   - There is no refrigerant. Where will you take?

   "Well, I do not promise freon, but I'll scrape up ammonia somehow." - Answered Lisa. "You just help me with the lab." Expand it is not five minutes.

   - Do not hurry. "Greg climbed up." - All laboratories must be deployed. Out of nothing. The truck will arrive in three months, so for now - on a starvation ration. And anyway, we decided that we will wait three months, or even six months, on a battery. Still, it does not muffle, and at first we do not need electricity. Why do you need to start an alternative heating so early?

   "What should I do then?" Vasili asked sarcastically.

   "Help me, of course." Greg answered immediately. In the server room it will be necessary to immediately disperse everything to the mind, so that you can not redo it five times.

   - In order to disperse all in the server room, firefighting must first be done. According to your "safety engineering", and for this, you need gas again.

   "You can manage atmospheric." In which case - the carbon dioxide in the compartment and the fire is over. Not so cool, of course, but it's cheap. And anyway, you kind of planned to change the covers in the mines?

   - And change it! Above us, all of Mars will laugh when he sees that we have plastic instead of manholes. Where it is seen. But I still need to turn the furnace, and half of it - still anew to do.

   "Well, we did not have to carry clay from Earth," Greg snorted.

   "Otherwise, I do not know," said Uncle Vasya. - In general, do not interfere with the work. Prefix for modeling nanite, three pieces, five kilograms, total - fifteen kilograms.

   ***

Aeria, the far edge of the fog, was a beautiful name, not completely reflecting reality. They were to be dumped near by the standards of the planet, but not quite at the point that on the Martian map was called this poetic word.   The base was in the foothills, about two thousand meters above the conventional zero. Perhaps someday, this zero will become the sea level, although most predictions converged on the fact that the seas will still be lower, maybe even a thousand meters. No one just could not calculate how much water is actually on Mars. And no one could appreciate what part of it will melt and pour into the sea after the temperature has risen a little more. And whether this water is salty, so as not to freeze again. Or she will need hundreds of thousands of years to wash the salt from the whole planet, so that the rivers (for the present not even existing) have brought this salt to the seas, to the oceans, so that the oceans would salivate enough, so that they would simply stop to freeze.   This task was difficult to cheat even modern machines. Just because they did not have enough data. But they did give a certain range. And it remained within the limits of minus one and a half thousand to minus five hundred meters from the conventional zero, which until now was present on all Martian geological maps for the impossibility of applying the earthly concept of "sea level".   Aeration was used for red words. Not everyone, even those specializing in Mars and its cartography, knew by name all the places, all the canyons, plains and craters. Not all of them were even named.   Although they were lucky in this respect - the point on the maps of Mars, which ITSK won in the lottery, was located next to the crater, which had a name. Relatively nearby, of course, but the crater was more than one hundred and fifty kilometers in diameter. Not the most, not the biggest, but already large enough to have your own name.   However, some people here, in the orbit of Mars, understood the names below is still not bad, as they were to be convinced.   They were awarded with a personal meeting by the controller. Even not so - Controller. The staff of the inspectors was very small, as Danil knew - only five people, so that the word could well be a proper name. They received a lot of money. Not for nothing - but for incorruptibility. And, there were rumors that they are really incorruptible. Perhaps, not even because of the size of the salary, which hardly anyone will want to lose, even in the orbit of Mars - maybe they were incorruptible, because they believed in the very idea. Perhaps someone picked up completely ideological and incorruptible, and then, just in case, also put them such salaries, so that most of the players stopped even the idea of ​​a possible bribery.   And their main, and only, task in this game was to evaluate the results of the players.   And such a legendary man, incorruptible, fearless, stiff - Controller, honored them with a personal meeting. Although, this could be seen from the other side. In the first wave on Mars unfolded less than three dozen bases, from seventeen companies that entered the game from the first move, so it's not so difficult what a difficult task - to meet with a dozen teams. The biggest.   "Base number?" the man asked dryly, swam into their cockpit. The shuttle, which brought them to Mars, was now spinning in orbit. Shaking routes, checking weather conditions, preparing descent capsules. All this could take days, if not weeks. But the controller arrived immediately. He arrived personally, not giving communication with those who would go down to buy out the video link.   "18," Greg answered, distracted by the observation of the surface. The so-called "visual" observation, when the monitor projected data from on-board video cameras. Not the porthole, of course, but still the maximum approximation to reality. Slowly floating under the ship planet, illuminated by the sun, without clouds ... It was akin to meditation - you could look at the image for hours. Detect more and more details of the landscape, monitor the movement of dust storms ...   - ITSK. - immediately identified the controller. - Fifty kilometers to the south of the edge of the crater of Henry, the base is deployed. It's good. As far as I understand, you are the most reckless and unprepared of all

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From Rags to Riches: Chapter 2

When you arrived at the mall, your soon noticed that there were many girls to be part of the selection.

There were other imps like you, it also had succubus, but most of them were sinners, which caused you a little strangeness, but you soon remembered you were on the Pride Ring now, the only Ring in Hell sinners could live in it.

You sat down in one of the chairs to wait your turn. They were all so beautiful, it just made you even more nervous.

"Shit, shit, shit..." The girl next to you repeated in a low voice, looking as nervous as you.

When she noticed you were watching her, she looked at you and smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Liana." She introduced herself to you.

You smiled back at her and introduced yourself to her as well.

While the first girls were called to be analyzed, you distracted yourself by talking to Liana.

She was too nice to be a sinner. Not that all hellborns were nice, quite the contrary, but most sinners were assholes, that was why they ended up down there.

She told you all about her life when she was still alive. When alive, she was a model at the height of her career, but it was abruptly interrupted when she died in an accident in one of the fashion shows.

She had already gone through the selection process before, you didn't understand why she seemed the most nervous of all of you.

After a while, it was finally your turn.

"Good luck." Liana whispered to you.

"Thanks." You whispered back to her.

As soon as the agent laid eyes on you, you immediately noticed how impressed she seemed with your appearance, which was unimaginable, everyone said that you had an exotic appearance, different from the others.

"How old are you, honey?" She asked.

"19." You replied and she wrote it down on the chart.

"Tell me, do you happen have any modeling experience?" She asked again.

"Well, I took a modeling course when I was 14, participated in and won a few beauty contests in my hometown, the Lust Ring." You explained. "I just didn't continue, because I had priorities in my life that I couldn't reconcile with the life of a model, that was 2 years ago. But trust me when I say that I never forgot what you have to do to model."

"Well then, show me your catwalk, please." She asked.

You took a deep breath and began to walk through the space given to you, calmly, delicately, but at the same time with elegance, one foot in front of the other, spine straight and always looking ahead.

You did some poses as if you were being photographed and went back to the agent, whose name you discovered was Miss. Lenormand.

You had no idea of how you managed to take so many steps without falling on the ground once because you were so nervous, but you were glad you didn't.

After you answered a few more questions to Miss. Lenormand, she asked you to return to your place, which at the end of the selection would tell you if you had been chosen or not.

Right after you, it was Liana's turn. You could see she wasn't lying when she said she had been a model when she was still alive.

Most of the girls were hostile towards each other due to the competition, but you got along really well with Liana, you would be happy for her if she was chosen and vice versa.

Timeskip...

"Very well, girls." Miss Lenormand said, drawing all of your attention to her. "I have selected 10 girls so whatever names I say, come to me, the ones that were not called, get the fuck out of here, please."

No more words could be heard as she read the names on the clipboard, the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop on the floor.

"Lauren, Barbara, Danila, Reina, Liana..."

As soon as the agent said her name, the two of you looked at each other and hugged briefly, before she stood up and joined the others selected.

After she said the names of 8 girls, you had given up hope that your name was on that clipboard. Until when it was the ninth turn, you were amazed to hear her say your name.

You couldn't believe that after everything you had to sacrifice, you would finally achieve the biggest dream of your life.

"Me?" You asked, pointing to yourself, still incredulous.

"Yeah, but if you want I can select another one instead..."

"No, of course I want to!" You exclaimed, not containing a squeal of happiness as you got up from the chair and joined the other selectees, hugging Liana again.

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After a while, Daniel and Luke started to worry about your delay, since you had warned that you would be gone for about an hour and it had already been two hours since you had left.

Due to the place you were living, they couldn't help but be worried you might got killed in the way to the mall or even on the way back home.

"Do you think she's okay?" Luke asked his older brother.

"I don't know." Daniel sighed. "I could call to her phone, but I'm afraid she'll be robbed because she's on the street."

"So are we going to remain in this uncertainty?" He retorted.

Before Daniel could respond, they fell silent as they heard the sound of the door lock unlocking. They could never explain the amount of relief they felt when they saw you walking through that door.

They ran up to you and would have hugged you, if only your hands weren't full of bags.

"Girl, where have you been?" Daniel asked, cupping your face in his hands. "We were so worried."

"It's okay, I'm fine. I just took a while because I stopped by the pizzeria in the way back home." You explained to them calmly.

Seeing that you had arrived, Cameron and Laila left their crayons and drawings to talk to you.

"What did you bring?" Laila asked excitedly, noticing the bags you had in your hands.

"Oh I brought us some pizzas, fries and soda." You replied, which filled them with joy. "To celebrate that I was one of those selected!" You announced happily, which made them celebrate and jump for joy.

"I knew you could do it!" Cameron boasted.

"I'm so happy, now I can give you the lives you deserve." You smiled.

"But you already give us the life we deserve." Luke smiled, resting his hand on your shoulder.

That moment called for a group hug, but you couldn't do it with your hands full. You hurriedly went to the dining table and placed the things on it, before returning to them and wrapping all of them in just one hug.

"Aren't you going to try to run away from me?" You joked.

"No, it's a special occasion." Luke replied.

"I love you all so much." You said between laughs.

Meanwhile, the ruler of all Hell was getting ready to go to bed, after another day inventing new gadgets for his rubber duckies.

That giant bed just for him only made him feel even lonelier.

It had been 7 years since he had been living, he was surviving and even though he knew that reclusive and staying away from everything and everyone wasn't good for him, but he couldn't find the motivation to move on when he missed his former wife so much.

Suddenly, when he was about to turn off the light, he was briefly startled when he heard his cell phone ring.

He picked up his cell phone with some hope that it was someone he wanted to call, the expression on his face quickly changed when he saw that it was the fashion designer overlord. She definitely wanted to ask for something.

"Hello?" He asked, touching the phone to his ear.

Contrary to what he thought, she didn't spend much time rambling like everyone did, she got straight to the point.

She said she called to invite him to watch a fashion show from an agency associated with her clothing brand, which would be next week.

Lucifer would deny it, saying that he had more important things to do. Until he remembered what his daughter said, that he should go back to living and creating new connections instead of just staying at home.

He accepted, despite being sure that she just wanted something from him like all the others, but he hoped that he wouldn't regret that decision.

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Глава 4. Т: минус 16. 2050 год н.э. Шесть

   Паре повезло. Возможно, повезло и Даниле - он был еще достаточно молод, чтобы успеть колонизировать Марс и каким-то образом найти себе подругу. То ли вернуться на Землю героем, то ли подыскать себе кого-нибудь прямо на коричневой планете. Кто знает, какие красавицы начнут сюда прилетать, как только Марс покроется лесами.

   Пока же среди пассажиров явно преобладали мужчины. Женщин было очень мало, и одна - в их команде. Паре повезло. Они вытянули свой счастливый билет, и им даже не пришлось для этого расставаться.

   - Успел пробиться? - спросил Григорий, их формальный и неформальный лидер. Официальный "руководитель экспедиции", как в старые добрые времена, времена геологов и первопроходцев.

   - Ага, - подтвердил Данила, бросил свою персоналку на койк��, включил, чтобы активировать внешние порты. - Копируйте.

   - Отлично, - сказал Григорий. Вообще-то, все звали его Грег, так сложилось исторически. Он был такой худой, поджарый, высокий. Имя Грег ему шло.

   Он запустил копирование и лишь после этого задал следующий вопрос:

   - К антенне на Марс доступ дали?

   Данила покачал головой:

   - Понятия не имею. Посмотри по корабельному каналу.

   - Ну да, - согласился Грег.

   Лиза (для кого-то Лиза, а для кого-то - Елизавета Дмитриевна), химик, в дополнение - метеоролог. Ее муж, Леонид, сейчас его основной специализацией считалось строительство, хотя вообще-то он был геологом. Грегу не пришлось менять профессию - он оставался программистом, хотя формально ему приписали дополнительную должность инженера по технике безопасности. По случаю первого массированного посещения Марса представителями совершенно разных компаний, разных и по возможностям, и по подходам, и по размерам, Агентство разродилось очередным меморандумом - "минимальные требования для автономных и полуавтономных поселений на Марсе". И там, в этих требованиях, был инженер по технике безопасности. С очень четким перечнем обязанностей, включая слежение за уровнем кислорода в доступных для людей помещениях, исправность полускафандров и респираторов, обеспечение каждого поселенца регулярным медосмотром и тому подобное.

   Им пришлось, почти каждому, получить по дополнительной смежной специальности, зачастую и не по одной, чтобы выполнить хотя бы эти "минимальные" требования.

   Данила, мог, при случае, ассистировать при удалении аппендицита. Сам бы за такую операцию не взялся, но стоять рядом и смотреть, не падая при этом в обморок, уже мог.

   Грег прикрыл экран с так и непрочитанными новостями и открыл корабельный сайт. Судя по информации из рубки, марсианская антенна была уже развернута и позволяла безлимитную связь для всех желающих.

   - Сейчас? - спросил Грег остальных. - Или сначала новости и письма?

   - Давай сейчас, - ответил за всех Николай. - Пока настраиваешься, мы почитаем новости, если будет что интересное, я тебе вслух.

   - И с выражением, пожалуйста, - согласился Грег.

   Николай включил свой компьютер. Вообще-то, они у всех шестерых были одинаковыми, и различались лишь инициалами, вытравленными прямо на пенале. И даже не слишком отличались от стандарных земных моделей - простой параллелепипед в локоть длиной, и ненамного толще запястья. Аккуратный, с закругленными краями, брусок пластика. Отличие этой модели было лишь в том, что стоила она раз в десять дороже земных аналогов, была дополнительно ударопрочной, держала невероятные температуры, которые не выдержал бы и человек. В теории, эта модель позволяла работать на ней там, где человек мог находиться только в скафандре. На то она и была предназначена. Поэтому и стоила под полсотни тысяч евро за штуку.

   Зато при покупке шести им подарили два запасных. Производители н�� очень-то хотели рисковать. И, даже несмотря на обещанную неубиваемость своей техники, предпочли снабдить покупателей резервом. Наверное, прекрасно понимали, что гарантийная замена в данном конкретном случае вещь малоэффективная, а любая поломка их товаров на Марсе может очень плохо сказаться на репутации бренда.

   Даже если они не поняли это сами, им явно было кому помочь прийти к пониманию в ходе переговоров.

Chapter 4. T: minus 16. 2050 AD Six   Couple was lucky. Perhaps lucky and Danila - he was still young enough to have time to colonize Mars and somehow find a friend. Whether to return to Earth as a hero, or to find someone directly on a brown planet. Who knows what beauties will start coming here as soon as Mars is covered with forests.   For the time being, the passengers were clearly dominated by men. Women were very few, and one - in their team. Couple was lucky. They pulled out their lucky ticket, and they did not even have to part for it.   - Did you manage to get through? - asked Gregory, their formal and informal leader. Official "head of the expedition," as in the good old days, the times of geologists and pioneers.   "Yeah," Danil confirmed, tossed his personal belongings onto the cot, turned them on to activate the external ports. - Copy it.   "Very well," said Gregory. Actually, everyone called him Greg, it happened historically. He was so thin, lean, tall. Greg's name came to him.   He started the copying and only then asked the following question:   "Did they give access to the antenna for Mars?"   Danila shook his head.   - I have no idea. Look at the ship's canal.   "Well, yes," Greg agreed.   Liza (for someone Lisa, and for someone - Elizabeth Dmitrievna), a chemist, in addition - a meteorologist. Her husband, Leonid, now his main specialization was construction, although in general he was a geologist. Greg did not have to change his profession - he remained a programmer, although he was formally assigned an additional position as a safety engineer. On the occasion of the first massive visit to Mars by representatives of completely different companies, different in terms of capabilities, approach and size, the Agency generated another memorandum - "minimum requirements for autonomous and semi-autonomous settlements on Mars". And there, in these requirements, was a safety engineer. With a very clear list of duties, including monitoring the level of oxygen in accessible rooms, the serviceability of half-scavengers and respirators, providing each settler with a regular medical check-up and the like.   They had, almost everyone, to get an additional related specialty, often not one at a time, to fulfill even these "minimum" requirements.   Danila, could, on occasion, assist with the removal of appendicitis. I myself would not undertake such an operation, but I could already stand by the side and look, without falling into a swoon.   Greg covered the screen with unread news and opened a ship site. Judging from the information from the felling, the Martian antenna was already deployed and allowed unlimited communication for all comers.   - Now? Greg asked the others. "Or first news and letters?"   "Come on now," Nikolai answered for all. - While tuning, we read the news, if there's anything interesting, I'll tell you aloud.   "And with an expression, please," Greg agreed.   Nikolay turned on his computer. Actually, they were the same for all six, and differed only by initials etched directly on the pencil case. And not even too different from the standard earth models - a simple parallelepiped in the elbow length, and not much thicker wrist. Neat, with rounded edges, a bar of plastic. The only difference was that it was worth ten times more expensive than the earth analogs, it was additionally shockproof, kept incredible temperatures that the man could not stand. In theory, this model allowed to work on it where a person could only be in a spacesuit. For that, it was intended. Therefore, it cost under fifty thousand euros apiece.   But when they bought six, they were given two spare. Producers did not really want to take risks. And, even in spite of the promised inability of their equipment, they preferred to supply buyers with a reserve. Probably well understood that the warranty replacement in this particular case is ineffective, and any breakage of their goods on Mars can very badly affect the reputation of the brand.   Even if they did not understand this themselves, they clearly had someone to help come to an understanding during the negotiations.