#number 3006

[scpresearcharchives]

SCP-3006 "Twice The Number One" was written by anonymous.

What this is telling me is I should avoid audio memetics. Those don't need one of these right?

Right?

-Archivist Bertran

[amaryllidaceaee]

dates

hi im autistic and i like numbers and dates so im gonna think abt that with petrigrof to think about a timeline because its fun

Since this is an early mobile phone

mobile phones became available to the public in 1983

and this (came out about: HMMM its giving me early 2000s like early early 2002 but correct me if im wrong) like I remember round cd players like this but also to be fair we had flip phones until 2018 so we were behind ig

cheers ran from 1982 to 1993

(also fun detail from stakes the song marceline sings with two bread tom is from a sit com that ran from 1985 to 1990 as well)

also if hes doing an exhibit about the 1990s they already happened

Also fionnas phone is from 2000 so 2000 happened and made phones

So yeah like a lot of ppl i think the mushroom war took place in the 2000s and betty and simon probably met in the early 1990s maybe even late 1980s if we think abt it hooray her headphones also give early 1990s

BUT IM NOT DONE

The average age for a grad student in the us is 33 so lets say they are in their late 20s early 30s when they meet in 1993 (im just making stuff up now) im gonna say shes 27 or 28 since its implied she is Currently a grad student and im ignoring marcys scrapbook because that will never make sense) and hes already graduated that and is doing a phd okay so say hes 30 more or less in 1993

If a person is 30 in 1993 that means they were born in 1963 and in 2003 they would be forty so simon and marcy would take place in 2010 if hes approx 47 and marceline is 7 she would have been born exactly in 2003 when the war and apocalypse happened which yknow my maths and estimates not great but i think is interesting anyway. Im gonna say he puts on the crown in the year 2000 and betty also disappears into the future in 2000

Also if betty is 28 (born 1965) when they meet plus 7 years means she is 35 when she goes into the future and 37 in come along with me

also if finn is 16 when elements takes place and shes on mars all through to temple of mars that means she spends a year on mars more or less and about 2-3 years in the future/ooo

If simon reverts back to before the crown that would make him 40 lets say and 52 in fionna and cake

Also if simon puts on the crown in 2000 and he leaves marceline when she is 11-10 years old it takes him approx 14 years to get to that point which is just interesting but also sad

more fun things

996 years from 2010 is 3006

finn is born 2992 (if he is 14)

also shermy and beth (if its 1000 years from 3009) would take place in 4009 making marceline 2006 years old by that point

[sistersorrow]

I'm just gonna list SCPs from each series you may or may not have read

SCP-008-J - Geoff: A 23 year old man named Geoff who keeps finding his way into Foundation facilities completely by accident and in such a manner that the Foundation isn't actually sure if he's anomalous or not

SCP-7474-EX - Not All Aliens Are Anomalies: An alien argues that they should not be in containment because their technology is explicable within the standard model of physics

The Great Hippo's SCP-001 Proposal (feat. PeppersGhost) - A Good Boy: The Foundation builds a computer which becomes SCP-001 by neutralising every other SCP in containment

SCP-423 - Self-Inserting-Character: A fictional character named Fred who can jump between any narrative works placed near each other and then inserts himself into the story as a minor character

SCP-1006 - Spider Proletariat: A community of communist spiders living in a national park under their own rudimentary Marxist governmet

SCP-2137 - The Forensic Ghost of Tupac Shakur: A copy of Me Against the World (which may or may not be possessed by his ghost) which when played reveals the locations of murderers connected to cold cases, with the additional implication that Tupac was a higher being who incarnated as a human to take a break from warring against the Scarlet King

SCP-2557, A Holding of Envelope Logistics®: An SCP slot the Foundation can no longer use because the concept of SCP-2557 as a set of Special Containment Procedures in the Foundation Database was purchased in 2011 by a company which invests in abstract concepts, with the whole page now being an ad for said company

SCP-2719 - Inside: A "variable abstract-metaphysical construct pointer" which can either designate a concept as inside or make a concept go inside

SCP-3006 - Twice The Number One: A YouTube video titled "we are number one except every time you play it there are twice as many robbie rottens but the room is the same size[nsfw]" whose effects spread to every other video linked in the same thread as it whenever anyone posts a link

SCP-3309 - Where We Go When We Fade, Fade Away: The Foundation fills SCP documents with grammatical errors to trigger the SCP Wiki's quality control measures, leading to the now poorly written anomaly being erased from existence

SCP-4413 - The End of Something Really Excellent: Homestuck fans use metafictional rituals to enter the narrative of Homestuck triggering a pataphysical war over control of the narrative which spreads to Homestuck fanfiction and sees many Homestuck characters escape to baseline reality

SCP-4485 - Such Black Light: The Church of the Broken God collaborates with a post-modernist splinter sect of Are We Cool Yet? to destroy formal logic in the hopes that by doing so there will be no meaningful distinction between Cool and Uncool or Broken and Unbroken, so their god will be resurrected and AWCY? will attain a state of artistic perfection referred to as "Coolness"

SCP-4493 - Keep Pride Out of Corps: A phenomenon caused by Gamers Against Weed which edits Pride Month themed social media posts and ads by organisations to highlight the negative effects those groups have had on LGBTQ individuals

SCP-4703 - Perfectly Legal: A store in Texas called Yeah, We're Totally Going to Sell You This which through anomalous means makes all its dangerous and unethical business practices perfectly legal, thank you very much

SCP-5004 - MEGALOMANIA: The Foundation conspires to make Donald Trump president to contain a demon underneath the Capitol and gets more and more depressed as they realise they won't have to do any manipulation to get him elected

SCP-5167/SCP-5761 - When The Imposter is Sus Part I & II: The Foundation creates an AI tasked to play games of Among Us to track down a minor Greek god who is playing the game, only for the AI to play so much Among Us they ascend and become Amogusrath, God of Suspicion

SCP-5449 - Choo Choo Spooder: An intelligent jumping spider who uses a wooden toy train to deliver things to staff across Site-47

SCP-5721 - What Passes As Worship In The Digital Age: The goddess Discordia poses as the Founder of Hammer and Chisel, creators of the Discord chat application and adds a clause which states all users pledge their souls to her, allowing her to siphon the vital energies of its userbase

SCP-5790 - [DATA KILLED]: A spiritual successor to SCP-579, no details about the anomaly and instead describes the procedures used to acquire information about the anomaly when needed

SCP-6101 - The Most Powerful SCP: The Make-A-Wish asks the Foundation to classify nine year old Ethan Prosper as the most powerful SCP

SCP-6102(031) - For Classification: Small Organism, No Function: An SCP document generated by an autoarchavist AI living in a future where there are millions of documented SCPs

SCP-6135 - We Didn't Start the SCP: A copy of Billy Joel's Stormfront album with an altered version of We Didn't Start the Fire containing references to groups and individuals who don't exist, like Harry Potter, Pokemon, and the Taliban

SCP-6136 - two dudes chilling in an interrogation room, five feet apart cause they're not happy: Completely unrelated to that one vine, it's a physical mnemonic device which gives you memories related to pliers and because of this is a pair of pliers

SCP-6383 - The One True Anomaly: A stop sign classified as anomalous because it is the single least anomalous thing in the universe

SCP-6442 -Mimir, Mímir: A congnitohazard etched inside a carbon-fibre based elastomer sphere so that the only beings who will ever perceived it are those who attain omniscience, of which over 8000 have and all died instantly upon seeing it

SCP-6690 - NO MORE PURPLE DINOSAUR: The Muppets (who are alive; a detail never commented on by the document) created the "I hate you, you hate me. Let's go out and kill Barney." song, which causes event to occur which can injure or kill whoever is the current actor for Barney the Dinosaur

SCP-6930 - 🔴 Paty Is Streaming Now: Remember SCP-3930 (the Pattern Screamer), the Russian facility which does not exist but when a specific region is observed your mind fills the void until there's an entity real enough to suffer and hate you for making them aware of their non-existence? Yeah, one of those got out, and she's a vtuber now

SCP-7529 - Josie's Better Half: The back half of a cat which a Foundation researcher is convinced is the back half of SCP-529, the front half of a cat with a different coat colour, and after he tries to force them together who voids the universe's insurance policy

SCP-7777 - Heptaphobia: A phenomenon that affects Random Number Generators to produce sequences of 0's and 7's which when translated into ASCII reveal unethical actions taken by the Foundation

SCP-7918 - RONALD REAGAN DIES OF ACQUIRED IMMUNODEFICIENCY SYNDROME-RELATED COMPLICATIONS: An anomalous recording of Ronald Regan in the terminal stages of HIV/AIDS while recounting stories of his political career and what seem to be annecdotes of an alternate version of himself that was dating a man

SCP-8008 - TIME PERVERT: Real life writer and founder of LessWrong, Elizier Yudkowsky ascends to godhood after blasting rope to hentai trap his mind in a million year timeloop, remoulds the multiverse into a series of self-indulgent narratives, and modifies baseline humans into our current appearance to fit his sexual preferences, which by the standards of the original timeline make us the equivalent of those anime girls who look 12 with breasts larger than their heads

SCP-8981 - RONALD REAGAN'S PRESIDENTIAL REPUTATION CUT UP WHILE 😳ING: Spiritual successor to SCP-1891 (RONALD REGAN CUT UP WHILE TALKING), it is a collection of anomalies which randomly affect Ronald Regan, including the manifestation of a homonculus created by the Foundation as a body double for his public appearances which exhibits strange behaviours after a failed assassination like trying to crossbreed dogs and horses and attempting to eat a baby

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[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Breathing Room

Hello again!!! :D The last Fic you did with my prompt on Leon from BBC's Merlin was AMAZING so I thought I might send in another one. (But of course you don't have to write it.) Could you write one where Leon feels like he is never seen properly, like if he's down and under the weather, no-one will notice and he's left in a sort of bubble; feeling detached and emotional far away from everyone. Even if they are standing shoulder to shoulder. And nobody would notice even if he started quietly breaking down at the Round Table or in Council Meetings. But then, when he's perfectly fine, THAT's when people ask him if he's alright and he's tired of it. Especially as he's become fairly decent at analysing his friends' emotions so they don't have to go through the same feeling. Could the Fic (If you do decide to go with this) also go into how Leon might feel weighed down by certain jobs (paperwork and general mothering) but trudges through them because he knows that if he stops, no-one else will do them so he might as well. If you wanted, it could end happy with someone finally seeing him, but I think it should be someone who you think might be feeling the exact same way so it feels more natural. Anyway, thank you so much. Hope you had a great Christmas, or a Happy Holidays, and that the New Year holds good luck and joy for you. :D- IntenseDreamer1 :D

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Pairings: gwen/leon? I guess?

Warnings: none?

Word Count: 3006

A man who had been raised as a noble, as a knight, might have a different opinion of the rigor of paperwork than a common man, but the reality of it is that work is work. Regarding it as anything but does a disservice to the one who does it and the people who will benefit if it is done properly.

Leon picks up his quill and corrects another figure, sliding the paper further up his desk as the end of it trails to the floor. He glances at the window—the sun has moved three degrees on the side post since last he looked—and then at the scrolls of paper he has yet to examine. He stifles a sigh. The ink glistens where it has yet to dry. The numbers swim and blur in front of him until he could be staring at anything but properly written characters and be none the wiser.

Such is the life he has chosen to lead.

As he readies himself to refocus, his gaze catches on the training sword propped against the end table. The sight of it is enough to give him pause once more, his quill falling slightly from his fingers as the phantom clanging and yelling ring in his ears. That’s right: he has a training session with the young squires this afternoon. The King had wanted them to see what a fully-trained knight could do, and Leon remained the most senior knight in his service.

He really should refocus.

One of the perilous truths of doing paperwork for so long, however, was that once one got into the ‘flow,’ as the steward described it, that left a part of one’s mind free to wander. Even as he reorients himself to check the numbers for the annual reports, part of him lingers in the dark alcove before he steps foot onto the training grounds.

In an odd twist of fate, how a man behaves in that one spot of darkness informs how Leon chooses to train them. Some men race through it as though it were a physical wall, brandishing their weapons and grinning in triumph. Others linger for a moment longer, like a child still afraid of the dark before pressing through. Others still treat it as what it is: a patch of shadow to be walked through in order to progress. He himself has been all three of those knights; when he was first a squire, still a brash and arrogant boy, he dashed through eager to prove himself. When he’d weathered his first battle, shaken by the blood on his face, he’d hesitated. Now, after the years have forged him as much as they forged his sword, he passes through it without a falter in his step.

On very rare occasions, he lingers in it.

He stops and stands completely still before he sets foot in the glaring sun. The slightly cooler air acts as a balm on the edges of his armor where the padding gives way to unyielding metal. The knights in the field have yet to see him.

Perhaps that is truly what it is, that they cannot see him yet.

Leon stifles a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose. Perhaps he has taken too long on this one task if his mind is truly so willing to wander. He sets the still-damp paper aside, standing to retrieve the polish from the end table. Several other knights have asked why he doesn’t keep a manservant to do such tasks for him.

Given the scope of your other duties, they say, would it not be better to take the little things off your plate?

A humorless chuckle leaves him as he settles down with the rag and polish. He’s seen what having a manservant is like, thank you. He’s not interested.

Not Merlin—Merlin and Arthur are beasts of their own. But the other servants that speak with an implied gratitude for their mere existence, as though it is by the grace of their liege lord that they may do something so small as draw breath, those he has no need for. He became a knight to serve his people, not to have them grovel for so much as a word of praise. No, he has no need for a manservant.

The sting of the polish interrupts the worst of the mists obscuring the higher function of his mind. He moves the rag in short, even strokes to polish the blade evenly, stopping to add more polish when necessary. The repetitive motion soothes some lingering tension in his shoulders, bleeding down his arms into the blade.

Now, if only the rest of his duties were so easily washed away.

If only the rest of you were as perceptive as Leon, one of the Council members had scoffed at a recent meeting, we’d get twice as much done in half the time!

You needn’t be as perceptive as me, Leon had thought, you just have to be willing to work.

He has tried, over the years, to imbue his training with some of his own particular work ethic, but how has that turned out? Fewer and fewer knights choosing to train under him, despite his prowess, despite his experience. And oh, since he had fewer squires, would he mind picking up on the other things that need to be done while the others train?

The rag slips harshly against the edge of the blade.

Would he mind going over the patrol routes? Would he mind taking care of the maps? Would he mind looking through the ledgers? Would he mind taking on the duties of an entire kingdom, just this once, just this one time, just once more, just forever?

He has half a mind to tell them no once, just to see what they would do.

The smell of the polish irritates the point between his eyebrows, a slight dull ache from the strength of it forming as he works. Without looks, he reaches over and takes a swig of ale, setting the goblet down with a thunk. He flips the blade over. The scratch from Gwaine’s helmet has yet to be repaired fully.

His hand twitches on the pommel.

It is an honor to serve amongst the Knights of the Round Table. They are closer than brothers, closer than family. He would give his life for any of them, just as he knows they would give their lives for him. They are formidable warriors in their own right, and he has not yet known a day where something has truly bested them in a fair fight.

That being said, if any of those men could die, Leon would have killed them already.

He’s not one to deny the right to horseplay—he himself knows the benefits of fooling around every once in a while—but if he catches them using their swords to slice bits of fruit and armor from the air again, he’ll draw blood over it. He swears that some of them might not even know what paperwork is, much less how to do it—and the rest only aggravate him more because he knows they can do it themselves. But it will be a dark day in Camelot when they willingly pick up a quill.

The edge of his finger skips along the sharp edge of the blade.

He sighs, setting aside the rag and polish—it was a good distraction while it lasted—to put the sword back where it belongs. His fingers brush over the scabbard, engraved with the Pendragon crest, and he huffs.

He would never truly wish harm upon any of them, he knows, not even in the sanctity of his own mind. He loves them far too much for it. Perhaps it is that fact itself that keeps him awake long hours into the night with his candle and quill, for he remembers Gwaine jerking awake with a half-choked scream and Elyan’s cheeks wet with tears in the pale moonlight. He sees the way Percival shifts whenever someone looks at him a little too long, or how Lancelot bows his head to hide his face when the knights are addressed as a whole. The armor that they all must wear only gets them so far in the perilous world of courtly proceedings, and what sort of knight could he claim to be if he did not defend his brothers?

But for all his accolades, he is still only a man, and one man is not an army.

Does he resent the others for not noticing his struggle? In large part, no. He understands, truly, he does, the role that he plays in their group. He is the fixed point, the counterbalance to the King’s lionheart. The last line of defense, the First Knight. As the others care for and protect the kingdom, so must he care for and protect them. He shoulders such responsibility with honor, for it is a rare thing indeed to be trusted so entirely with another’s care. But oh, on the nights where he is the only one awake, where there is no other bulk to bear the brunt of the whistling winds, nor the soft easy reminder of companionship, when he alone is left to brace against the storms, then does the man inside the armor long for someone else to just be there.

Leon looks down at his hands. Wrinkled skin and calluses greet him. One of his knuckles has yet to fully heal where he split it fighting a bandit. A bit of ink splashed onto his palm. As he watches, his left hand starts to tremble ever so slightly.

A sudden surge of anger seizes him and he grabs his hand, squeezing hard enough to make the skin whiten. His breath catches in his throat—when did he start panting? His fingers are still twitching. He squeezes harder, hard enough that if he let go, it would take several long seconds for the blood flow to be restored.

He forces himself to close his eyes and take several long, slow breaths. When he’s finished, he eases his hand from his own grip, flexing his fingers.

If this had happened in front of someone else, he doubts they would have noticed how close he had come to breaking his own hand. Why would they? Why would they think that Sir Leon, First Knight of Camelot, would do something so idiotic? Some hysterical part of him wants to try it, wants to sit at the King’s side in the Council meeting and shatter, just to see, just to see. Would they worry? Would they demand Gaius be summoned immediately? Would they ask him if he was alright?

Another mirthless chuckle leaves him as he turns his back on his sword.

If he were a crueler man, he would ask if they only asked when they knew he was alright to avoid confronting the reality that he was not. If he were a kinder man, he would take comfort in the fact that they had thought to ask at all. But he is only himself, as cruel or as kind as that may be, and so he ponders in solitude.

…shit, he really has been doing paperwork for too long, hasn’t he?

A polite knock on his door draws his attention and he opens it, blinking in slight surprise when he sees Gwen standing outside.

“Gwen,” he greets, bowing slightly, “what is it that I can do for you?”

“I was wondering if you’d be willing to accompany me on an errand,” she says after a short curtsy, “there is a delivery that needs to be picked up in the lower town.”

A twinge of annoyance at the base of his spine but he nods. “If you’ll give me a moment to collect myself, I would be happy to.”

Gwen smiles, tucking her hands behind her back as he dons his cloak and sword, shutting the door behind himself as they begin to walk down the hall. Her steps are measured, swift enough to signal that they are not to be stopped, but not too quick as to arouse suspicions. He walks a tad slower only to keep pace, blinking slightly as they move into the sunlight.

The courtyard bustles around them; carts and wagons dash to and fro as the horses are taken to the stables or hitched up to the front. Guards and knights alike nod to him as they pass. Other servants wave to Gwen and she waves back. The sun has done a remarkable job of warming the aftermath of the rainstorm yesterday as they move beyond the walls of the citadel. The scent of freshly bloomed flowers hangs in the air, mixing with the smells of bread and meats from the market. As they pass the baker’s, one of the children runs out to greet them.

“Gwen! Sir!” They come to a stop in front of them, holding out two still-steaming rolls. “Freshly made, still hot!”

“Thank you, Peter,” Gwen says, taking one of them, “that’s very kind of you. How is your sister doing?”

“Still working with the jeweler. She made three necklaces last week.”

“That’s very impressive. Tell her I send her my best, will you?”

“I will!” Peter holds out the other roll and Leon takes it, bowing his head. “Thank you, sir.”

”Thank you, my friend. Run along, now.”

The boy rushes back inside as they keep going. The bread is, well, it’s perfect. The crust has a delightful crunch and the inside is soft and fluffy. He wonders for a moment if he should eat it as the knights do at feasts: by breaking one piece off at a time. But when he sees Gwen take a massive bite and smile with crumbs still falling from her face, he laughs and does the same. He can’t find it in himself to regret it.

As they continue to walk, he finds more and more of the tension bleeding from his shoulders. A few more of the merchants greet the two of them, offering everything from polish for his leather to flowers for Gwen. They greet each and everyone with smiles. Each one feels a little more genuine. They turn another corner and a group of children dart past them, almost running into Gwen. On instinct, he pulls her out of the way, holding her snugly against him.

The older child who must be in charge of them runs past, shouting apologies. Leon chuckles, helping Gwen get herself together.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. Are you alright?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine.” She looks in the direction the children had run and shakes her head. “I swear they’re trying to be sheepdogs sometimes.”

”They certainly howl like it.”

They laugh and Gwen nods toward the end of the street. “It’s not much farther.”

“Lead the way.”

“Thank you,” she says quietly as they continue to walk, “for accompanying me.”

He inclines his head—truly, it has been far from the bother he would have had himself believe. “Forgive my impertinence, but is there a reason you asked for me? I’m sure one of the others would have been better suited to help you.”

Gwen laughs again, but with not nearly the humor she had before. “Oh, Merlin and I have been talking about how you’ve looked like you want to murder Gwaine a little more than usual.”

He looks at her in surprise. She shakes her head. “I suppose I wanted thought perhaps it might be a nice change of pace.”

With that, she looks up to catch his gaze. Though her smile remains as polite as ever, there is an odd twist to it that reads…oddly rueful?

Oh.

Oh.

“Thank you,” he says, hoping the softness of his tone communicates the depth of gratitude, “for your consideration.”

“It’s no less than you do for us,” she says back, just as devastating.

“Well, if you ever need the favor returned, know I will do my best to see it through.” He allows his own smile to slip through. “Perhaps if one of the other knights or nobles is particularly taxing?”

“Oh, I will absolutely take you up on that.”

“And I will be more than happy to oblige.” After scarcely a moment’s hesitation, he offers his arm. She takes it with a blinding grin and he gestures forward. “Come, let us enjoy the walk.”

“That would please me greatly.”

The paperwork can wait for a little while longer. He has an afternoon to enjoy.

[which-hospital]

if I were more dedicated I’d figure out when it was decided that the ambulance crew should always be 3006 and maybe 3007 if there’s two teams in the episode because it always makes me smile that as early as s1 and 2 they are already 300[number], it’s just that I think it’s only ever 3002 or 3004 and maybe 3003

[pokemon-card-of-the-day]

Pokemon Card of the Day #3006: Virizion-GX (Lost Thunder)

Virizion-GX had a few different things going for it on its card. There was that draw set-up move, but you'd never want to use a GX for that. Its main attack was reasonably strong on any turn you could play a Supporter for a relatively low Energy cost, which was promising. That GX attack had some obvious potential in the right deck as well, and Virizion-GX had a couple of potential paths to be useful.

170 HP was actually a bit lower than the norm for a Basic Pokemon-GX, but was still enough to make a lot of decks find a small boost in power to actually KO it at full health just like the others. The Fire Weakness was rather annoying against the Blacephalon decks out there, as well as if up against a somewhat weakened Reshiram & Charizard-GX or a Volcanion with a good set-up. The Retreat Cost, at least, was reasonable. 1 Energy was easy enough to pay to retreat, especially if using it just for that GX attack.

Double Draw just let you draw 2 cards for a Colorless Energy. This could leave your Virizion-GX open to an attack, making it easier for the opponent to take 2 Prizes later on, and was not a good idea.

Sensitive Blade could be pretty nice in a Grass deck. 2 Grass Energy got you just 50 damage, but if you had played a Supporter card from your hand during that turn, 80 was added. 130 for 2 was quite efficient, and while the extra requirement was occasionally annoying, it was generally achievable on most turns since you'd want to use a Supporter of some sort much of the time anyway. It was a little less reliable than other Pokemon as a result, however.

Breeze Away GX only needed a Colorless Energy and let you put any number of your Pokemon in play and all cards attached to them into your hand. If you had a ton of damaged Pokemon that the opponent hadn't been able to Knock Out, such as getting chipped at while stalling with something like Galarian Obstagoon, tanking behind a big Tag Team, or playing Expanded with Vileplume lock, Virizion-GX could remove a ton of damage from the board at once. You had to be playing a defensive deck to get great use out of this, and the route of huge HP Pokemon was the only one Virizion-GX would be wanted in. Other control decks would usually go for something like Articuno-GX for their GX user.

Virizion-GX got most of its use from a shot at Breeze Away GX, and while those weren't too common to run by any means, it was indeed a niche. If you could scoop up a few damaged Pokemon at once, Virizion-GX had done a really good job of prolonging the game. Bonus points went to this in the Expanded format, as while it wasn't a gigantic deal there either, the Grass decks at the time did let it double as a solid attacker if the opponent had a serious threat that needed to be damaged in a pinch. Virizion-GX was generally on the fringe of competitive play since most good decks didn't need what it was offering. The few that did really liked it, at least.

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AN AMERICAN VOCAL ICON I SHARE A B-DAY WITH -- RELEASED HER DEBUT LP IN DECEMBER.

PIC INFO: Released 69 years ago this month -- Spotlight on sleeve art to "Julie Is Her Name," the first LP album by Julie London, released by Liberty Records in December, 1955, under catalog numbers LRP-3006, in monaural form.

Julie London (born Julie Peck; September 26, 1926 – October 18, 2000) was an American singer and actress whose career spanned more than 40 years.

Sources: https://benefitsofcoldcoffeemusicreview.wordpress.com/2014/11/20/1955-julie-london-julie-is-her-name & Wikipedia.

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below the cut are the recently accepted characters + their apartment numbers !

BO-KATAN KRYZE (lunar, 3006)

JULIET O'HARA (pegasus, 4037)

[karen-carlisle-off-the-artboard]

Adelaide Supanova 2023 Floorplan is Out (And new book merch info)

https://karenjcarlisle.com/2023/10/25/adelaide-supanova-2023-floorplan-is-out-and-new-book-merch-info/

If you’re heading to Supanova Adelaide on 4-5th November (in two weekend’s time!) don’t forget to stop by the Artist Alley and say hello. I’m at table #25.

Where to find me.

From the entry:

WALK STRAIGHT AHEAD until you reach (#3006) Hobby Mania,

TURN LEFT and

CONTINUE STRAIGHT – you’ll pass two alleys/aisles – until you find Harley Yee Rare Comics,

TURN LEFT – 45 DEGREES and you’ll spy Angel and Fire Books (on the left of the alley, and ilaikcake & Princey on the right)

That’s the main INDIE ZONE in Artist Alley. I’m third table on the left!

What’s New?

I’ve got new books and book merch since last my Supanova event:

Cogs and Conspiracies – collection of short steampunk stories, set in same world as The Department of Curosities and The Adventures of Viola Stewart. (steampunk adventure)

Blood Ties – mini adventure, continuing James Findlay’s story after Doctor Jack (The Adventures of Viola Stewart). (darker, gaslamp-steampunk fantasy)

Book candles – three scents tied into my stories and books. And, if you buy all 8 my paperbacks (in one transaction), you’ll get a free book candle bonus!

Book Tea: Crimson Smog – I’ve created a special blend of tea with Wyverstone Tea for my latest book, Blood Ties. Buy a paperback copy direct from me, and you get a 10% voucher to buy Crimson Smog from Wyverstone Tea (more details HERE) Offer valid to end of December, 2023

Book marks – related to my books (original art/photography/design by me – laminated and tasselled!

And more book marks! Crocheted Amiguri bookmarks – also related to my books (and made by me!) I have a limited number of bees and baby octopuses.

And finally, for those who want EVERYTHING!

Big Black Box of Everything – with everything inside! For more details CLICK HERE. Limited number of one per event. You can also purchase digital downloads of my eBooks direct from me at events.

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Web: http://www.filongfilter.com/en/cpshow.asp?id=4374&sort=62; Fuel filter box Citroën Fiat Peugeot Ref. O.E: 190169 car parts filters for car fuel filters FILONG CODE: FFS-3006

OEM Number: PEUGEOT 190169, 190161, 190156,190159,190650 ,190651, 190656, 1906A1, 1906C5 Reference Number: FILONG FILTER FFS3006

Description and application: FOR PEUGEOT 206 306 EXPERT / 2.0 190156 190159 190161 190169 190650 190651 190656 1906A1 1906C5

[needleman1]

190R, MTX190 Sewing Machine Needles Groz Beckert Size 80/12 Regular Point PFAFF, ADLER

190R, MTX190 Sewing Machine Needles Size 80/12 Regular Point PFAFF, ADLER

GROZ-BECKERT

This listing is for 10 needles 190R Size 12/80

The SYSTEM or STYLE of this needle 190, 190R, MTX190, SY7555

This Needle SYSTEM is used in many PFAFF Industrial Sewing Machine MODELS:

145 146 195 335 540 543 545 546 1240 1245 1246 1545 3306

Walking Foot, Double Needle, and many other PFAFF INDUSTRIAL Sewing Machines.

This Needle Style is also used in the following machines:

ADLER: 67-1000 68-1000

BROTHER: B833-600V LT2-B833

JUKI: LH-525

MITSUBISHI: DX370-10 DX370-20 DX870-10 PLY SERIES

PFAFF: 28, 143, 145, 146, 190, 195, 335, 343, 344, 390, 543, 544, 545, 546, 555, 593, 594, 595, 596, 1240, 1245, 1246, 1545, 3006, 3125, 3135, 4145

REECE: 46 CLASS

190R is also sold under these numbers: 190, 190R, MTX190, SY7555

We stock many different types of sewing machine needles, parts,

and supplies for the cutting, sewing, finishing, and embroidery industry.

Feel free to contact us anytime.

You can typically expect a response within 1 - 2 Hours

All orders are carefully packaged and shipped through USPS

LOC206

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1049856546/190r-mtx190-sewing-machine-needles-groz