#pathologic 3 quarantine

[shmowder]

Major W for Peter lovers

Seems like we're getting a free prologue to the P3 story, in the style of the Marbles nest.

The announcement tweet:

And here's the steam page link:

All the new screenshots added from P3 Quarantine:

[termitnik]

pulling my own hair screaming giggling twirling my hair swaying my feet killing everyone with a chainsaw. capital gameplay thanatica gameplay we used to pray for times like these. utopians alive and well today.

[peterstamatin]

"Quarantine is a free prelude to the Bachelor’s story, giving you a taste of what’s to come before the full game’s release. It’s sort of like a demo but not quite. Here, we’ll showcase fragments of gameplay mechanics and introduce the main storyline. Plus, we’ll unveil a part of the game’s world you’ve never seen before: for the first time in the series, you’ll get to explore the Capital (home of the Bachelor’s beleaguered laboratory) with your own eyes. (Also, Telman is a rat.)"

[catastrophic-crisis]

Quarantine is a free prelude to Pathologic 3 that you’ll be able to experience before the main game’s release. It’s akin to a demo version, but not quite. Our longtime followers might recall The Marble Nest—a playable teaser released before Pathologic 2. Quarantine follows a similar format but with slightly different goals: unlike The Marble Nest, which was a completely separate story, it will showcase fragments of gameplay mechanics, set the stage for the story, and pull back the curtain a bit for those curious about the game’s world.

From Steam news for Pathologic 3, link to Pathologic 3: Quarantine here.

[angelofthemornings]

What to do about Dybowski...I had heard something about this on runet some time ago but didn't really know the details, so I didn't think very hard about it at the time. (Well, that's awfully lazy of me.)

Firstly, I believe the accusations, too many people are saying the same thing. Even if the details could be off, which is the only thing I could think of saying in his defense, the big picture is still there, so that's out of the way.

Second of all, personally, I've got a high tolerance for bad behavior from creators...if he wants to beat his father-in-law half to death or show up drunk to his job, I don't think there's anything I can do to contribute to his actions positively or negatively. And I think it's not bad if a sinful person can make art to contribute something to society even if everything else he does is worthless.

However, the accusations about him abusing his position to groom fifteen-year-olds are unfortunately directly connected to the things that I personally do as a fan - paying him money and attention lets him acquire social capital which he can use to manipulate people. It was due to our admiration as IPL fans that he got hired to teach, for instance. So it's dangerous to potential child victims to continue to support his games and it's one of the rare situations where, like with Rowling, fan support makes a difference in whether or not bad things are happening. (Aside from child victims, he should be leaving university students alone too - I tried dating a young university student once in my early thirties since I really liked them, and because at 18/19 I had had relationships with older men that were tolerable and it seemed pretty normal to me - but that was a trainwreck, first hand I can tell you that it shouldn't be done. It's also really bad if he's trying to sleep with young people who are interested in entering his field, he can use connections in the industry or the power he has as a professor to punish them if they don't do as they're told. If he wants to sleep with someone they should be a florist or sell phones at the mall, or at least be a game dev who has already secured her career.)

I think personally I'd be okay playing Pathologic 3 if he was stripped of his position at the university, that would make it much harder for him to do this sort of thing and it would be even more of a public scandal so people would know to watch out for him. I'm unsure of what the university is doing about this, just that they made an announcement saying that they're not suing a student for libel along with him as was rumored some time ago. So I probably won't be able to play the third game or Quarantine responsibly or make any fan content unless this gets resolved differently. Honestly, ideally he'd admit to his behaviors and quit by himself, but judging by his response to the allegations so far that's about as likely to happen as someone winning the lottery without buying a ticket.

My apologies to Bachelor that I can't help him this time...

[droctaviolovecraft]

Made this one in a hurry, cuz I'm excited for something... also working on the site

TW: Disgusting anomaly

ANM-683: "Sanitary Worms"

Classification: Sikur 🟢

Containment: ANM-683 must be kept in a reinforced containment cell resembling a standard bathroom, located in Department-17. Access to ANM-683 is restricted to Level 3 personnel and above. All interactions with ANM-683 must be pre-approved by the Department Director and supervised by at least two security personnel. Bi-monthly maintenance and sanitation protocols must be strictly followed. Any deviation from established procedures must be reported immediately.

All personnel interacting with ANM-683 must undergo mandatory quarantine and medical evaluation, followed by weekly monitoring for a minimum of six months. Any report of abdominal pain, abnormal bowel changes, or unexplained weight loss must be treated as a high-priority incident.

Description: ANM-683 is a standard porcelain toilet, approximately 400 mm in height and width, mounted on a concrete base. Despite its ordinary appearance, ANM-683 exhibits anomalous properties when used.

When an individual attempts to defecate using ANM-683, they will begin to feel severe discomfort and pain in the rectal area within 30 seconds. This sensation rapidly intensifies, resulting in severe cramps and bleeding. Within 24-48 hours, the affected individual will develop multiple rectal pathologies, including but not limited to hemorrhoids, anal fissures, and proctitis.

After approximately 7-10 days, the individual’s digestive system will become infested with thousands of vermiform parasites (Ascaris lumbricoides). These worms will grow and reproduce at an accelerated rate, causing severe abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, and significant weight loss. In advanced stages, the worms may attempt to exit the host's body through the mouth, nostrils, or even rupture the abdominal wall.

If ANM-683 is damaged or tampered with, ANM-683-B will manifest. 683-B is a humanoid entity approximately 60 cm tall, resembling a malformed infant with distorted facial features, bulging eyes without eyelids, and rows of needle-like teeth. Its skin is completely covered in blood and feces, with visible internal structures, including a pulsating digestive tract filled with worms.

ANM-683-B is highly aggressive and will attack any human within its proximity. It demonstrates extraordinary agility and strength disproportionate to its size, making it difficult to contain or neutralize. It typically moves by writhing on the ground while screaming. ANM-683-B feeds on organic material, with a particular preference for fecal matter. If deprived of sustenance, it will become increasingly violent and unpredictable, targeting live subjects to extract biological material.

After feeding, it will retreat into the toilet, disappearing into the bowl as if passing through solid matter. Attempts to track or follow ANM-683-B into ANM-683 have failed, as exploration devices become nonfunctional upon entry.

Addendum 683-1: Following Incident ANM-683-1, it was discovered that the anomaly’s properties extend beyond its immediate environment. Anyone who has used the toilet will experience intense anal and rectal pain similar to the effects of ANM-683 when exposed to any conventional toilet. This reaction is accompanied by spontaneous worm infestations, regardless of prior medical treatment or intervention.

This effect persists indefinitely unless treated with a regimen of high-dose anthelmintics, antibiotics, and a rigorous intestinal management protocol. Personnel exhibiting symptoms after interaction must be placed under indefinite medical supervision.

Incident Reports:

ANM-683-1: On ██/██/20██, Dr. ████████ accessed ANM-683 without authorization, resulting in severe rectal trauma and worm infestation. Despite emergency intervention, Dr. ████████ exhibited advanced parasitic growth, necessitating experimental treatments. He subsequently developed a compulsive desire to repeatedly use ANM-683, despite the extreme pain and damage, and was placed on indefinite medical leave and transferred to a specialized care unit.

ANM-683-2: On ██/██/20██, during a containment breach, multiple personnel were exposed, and ANM-683-B emerged, attacking the Department staff, causing multiple casualties and severe injuries. Post-incident analysis revealed that ANM-683-B had grown to 80 cm in height and demonstrated increased intelligence and coordination in its attacks. The entity was eventually subdued and re-contained after extensive efforts. Psychological evaluations of surviving personnel indicated elevated levels of paranoia and fear of sanitary facilities.

Approved by Counselor O3-██, ██/██/20██.

Warning: This document contains Class-A restricted information. Unauthorized access, reproduction, or distribution is strictly prohibited and will result in immediate disciplinary action, including dismissal and/or legal proceedings.

[asterroses]

why am i finding it so fucking funny that they put in bold letters "UNRELIABLE NARRATOR" in the description for pathologic 3: quarantine 😭

[telodogratis]

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[surveysand]

fifty-seven.

1. How has covid affected you? i've had it three times and it has severely affected both my mental and physical health. quarantine was also one of the lowest points of my life for several reasons. the best thing i got from covid was my dog. he was a quarantine puppy and is genuinely the best thing to ever happen to me. 2. What is a comfort show of yours ? "impractical jokers". 3. Are you open about your past or do you not let anyone in? i don't let anyone in until i trust them enough. 4. Favourite fast food joint? subway. 5. Do you think we were put on this earth for a reason? no, i think it was a result of the natural order of the universe, lol.

6. What is something you have done this year you’re proud of? graduated college. 7. Do u ever feel like surveys are usually the same questions? yes, many of them have similar questions. 8. What were you doing 10 years ago? i was on summer vacation before my first year of middle school. 9. Do you call out Karen’s when they’re harassing a cashier? i've never witnessed anything like that, but i would call out anyone being a dick to customer service workers. 10. Animal crossing , yay or nay? yay from what i've seen, but i haven't played it before. 11. Why do you like to do surveys? it makes me think about random things which is fun. but also, they're just a fun way to pass the time. 12. Did you ever have a MySpace ? no. 13. Do you think breaks are toxic in a relationship? they can be if both partners aren't on the same page about it. 14. Do you have a YouTube channel? If no , would you create one? If yes what’s your content? i do, the only thing i ever uploaded was a homeade project type thing for a family member's birthday, lol. 15. Are you a math person? hell no. 16. What’s the worse thing someone has said to you? something too personal to write here. 17. Have you ever befriended someone because you felt bad? no, i'll be friendly but i can't force myself to be friends with anyone. there has to be a natural connection. 18. Would you ever date someone online? no. 19. Have you been ghosted before? Would you ghost someone? yes and yes. 20. When do you think things will be normal again? covid has changed the world forever. 21. Do you watch anime? no. 22. Biggest goal you wanna reach before 2020 is over ? 2020 is three years ago now (that's crazy to say, lol). 23. How old did/do you turn this year ? i turn 23 in a few months. 24. Do you like tiktok? yes. 25. Do you ever miss vine? not really. i was never super into it. 26. How are you doing, seriously? not great. 27. Is there someone you want to talk to but you know you can’t? no. 28. Do you make jokes to cope with your problems? yes. 29. Have you ever had someone call you their best friend but you didn’t even consider them a close friend? no. 30. Have you ever dealt with a pathological liar? yes. 31. Long or short surveys? short. 32. If ur in school , are you doing it on zoom or in class? i'm not in school anymore. 33. Would you ever have a pet rat? no. 34. Favourite memory with your best friend? a sleepover we had almost five years ago where we laughed all night long. 35. Favourite type of content to watch on YouTube? the sims 4 gameplays. 36. Are you allergic to anything serious? no. 37. Dream job? neuropsychologist. 38. Do you think dreams mean anything? i don't think they're predictors of anything, but they probably for sure are related to your real-life experiences. 39. Fav clothing brand? american eagle/aerie. 40. Do you miss anyone? my grandmother.

[bababerries]

sorry I just do not see the similarities when I don't think Daniil is really this. His decisions and priorities aren't *all* wrong and he makes good points a lot of times in the game. He criticizes the rulers of the town, he sets up a quarantine (which neither of the other healers attempt to do) , he puts his own life in danger to protect citizens multiple time. And yeah he's not always right either but Pathologic is a story that plays with more grays then Mouthwashing because it's trying to deliver a different message. Mouthwashing is a game directly calling out rape culture so blatantly. The reason it's protagonist is unreliable is because of how rapists and their accomplices in real life so easily run over the voice of their victims and give them no autonomy to speak because of power imbalance. Pathologics protagonists while most definitely not immune to their own harmful biases. It feels a lot more empathetic with it's unreliableness. Because 1 person isn't built to be a hero who makes the most perfect decisions even if they have good intentions because positive changes in the world aren't meant to be caused just because one hero showed up and saved the day

You can totally citizen Daniil for his faults as he's not immune to saying or making bad decisions. I think it's fair if people also think the utopia ending is the worst choice for the town. But he does not have "all wrong priorities" the game is all about discussing the grey of this stuff and never tells you that your choices are "wrong" because there is no 100% good right choice a lot of the time. There's also the fact that all 3 protagonists are unreliable narrators in some way and their decisions are also clouded by bias, ego, and what pertains in their knowledge of the game events. (We have Mr Artemy Burakh over here assisting in an arranged poltical marriage between a 15 and a 10 year old and then calling himself a hero in the changeling route) I don't really understand the choice to single out the character who's whole thing is about bodily autonomy who has a crisis over not having any by the end of the game to Jimmy. Daniil who wears his heart on his sleeve and gets in trouble for being too honest and being a shitty liar Vs jimmy who's extremely emotionally manipulative. I know this isn't what you meant but I find them so absurdly different and the parallel you made to be so fragile I just don't understand it.

jimmy mouthwashing is the danil dankovsky of mspa-likes

[rubytheinstigator]

[shmowder]

aroallo daniil anon here, I loved the aro daniil hcs <3 anyway inspired by the fact that you can sleep in random beds in pathologic classic: one evening he passes out in your bed and when he wakes up he gets flustered about being unprofessional and imposing on your space more than he meant to, but really you think it's nice that he felt safe enough to fall asleep.

I'm happy you loved it <3

The Bachelor sleeping on your bed

[Daniil Dankovsky x GN!Reader]

[Fluff, Implied AroAllo Daniil]

Between all of his daily errands and responsibilities, time slipped from between Daniil's fingers faster than he could realise it. Staying past midnight and attending to his rotten work come dawn has become nothing short of the norm as of late.

You were the last person to visit on this seemingly endless list of tasks before the day was over, Daniil wanted to run by you a certain theory of his, before the Inquisitor arrives and damns him for failing at his one job. Maybe, just maybe your insight will shift his perspective enough for the puzzle pieces to fall into place.

When he eventually arrived at your accommodations, it didn't come as a surprise to find you absent. Sure, go break quarantine too, why does he care? It's not like anyone listens to him anyway.

... maybe an emergency happened or you were, you know, busy doing your job and also struggling to balance your responsibilities amidst the crushing weight of the falling town on your shoulder... just like him.

Daniil's unusual frustration didn't go unnoticed by him...the stress really must be getting to him.

Sitting down for a while should benefit him. You should come back home eventually, after all, and you're the last job for the day, so what's the harm in waiting for a couple of minutes?

Those couple minutes turned into ten minutes, then twenty and became a half hour. Daniil's struggling to keep his eyelids from closing and posture from slouching the more he waited around.

What possibly could be taking you so long?

In the corner of the room, the sight of your comfortable bed started pulling his line of vision towards it. Eyes gravitating towards the soft looking pillows and alluring blanket.

....

He's not going to fall asleep...he's just...going to rest his legs and sit down.

Maybe just close his eyes too, just for a short while.

He is not falling asleep.

...he's just leaning back, and oh wow, this pillow is really as soft under his head as he imagined it would be.

Hours pass by, and eventually, the sound of a click announces the opening of the door. You step into your room with heavy legs.

You take your mask off, removing the protective clothes and cloak to put aside so you may disinfect it later.

But just as you take a second step inside your room, you're greating with the sight of Daniil Dankovsky, The Bachelor of medicine himself, snoozing on your bed.

Coat still on and everything.

Hugging one of your pillows close to his chest and buring his face into it, while another pillow laid below his by now messy hair. Half the blanket covering him, the other half falling off of the bed.

The floorboards creek below your feet as you step closer, Daniil's body stirrs, lips grimacing in annoyance.

You stay still.

The tension in his body melts again after a passing moment.

making your way towards him carefully this time, you notice the lack of the usual irritated look on his face.

His features looked...soft while he slept, face completely relaxed. It made the bags under his eyes stand out even more.

Picking the blanket off of the floor and covering him with it, you take the chair for the night instead.

The smell of his perfume is subtle through the room, an undeniable scent that people started associating with the bachelor since he arrived into this town.

The chair is uncomfortable below you, the melting candle on the stand gives one final flicker of light.

Before its fire is snuffed out.

Darkness veils the room.

Outside, you hear the faint sounds of footsteps, patrol men walking the streets, occasionally telling off drunks for breaking quarantine. You can't make out the words, but the strict tone is all the same.

If you focus, you can hear the light sound of Daniil's slow breathing with every fall and raise of his chest. The rustling of the sheets underneath whenever he clings to the pillow tighter.

When morning arrive, you're awaken by the intruding sunrays slipping through the glass of your bedroom window.

Back sore as you stand up from the uncomfortable chair, muscles burning in discomfort as you stretch them.

And Dankovsky is still having his beauty sleep on your bed.

As you debate whether to wake him up or leave him be and go about your tasks, his body makes the decision for you.

Sleepy eyes fluttering open, that look of slight confusion as his brain powers up to remind him who he is, where he is, and what he is doing. Recalling his belief system and all of his personal identity and memories in milliseconds as he blinks away.

He takes one look at you, then the pillow between his arms.

And he's immediately off the bed in a second.

Pretending to be busy smoothing down his coat to avoid your gaze, adjusting his messy hair back into a presentable state, only to end up messing it further as he downplays his embarrassment.

Clearing his throat, he finally speaks up

"It seems that exhaustion has gotten the best of me...I apologise for intruding. I was expecting you to arrive sooner, pray tell what took you so long? You are aware of how dangerous this town is at night, correct? And you didn't think to inform me or leave a letter?"

Maybe it's just to cover his own flustration, but he insists on sitting you down on the bed and checking you up for any early symptoms of the plague.

Inquiring about your midnight whereabouts as he stands so close, face inches away from yours while he checks over your pupils for any signs of dilation.

By the end, he does look relieved to find you safe and sound. Still, he's back to the same stiff posture and overworked look of exhaustion he wears every day.

Through all of his fussing, you can't help but think about how relaxed he looked on your bed.

How safe he must have felt, hugging the pillow with your scent on it so close, completely trusting you to eventually come back.

How exhausted he must have been to let his mask of professionalism slip.

Daniil always desperately tried to paint himself as someone more knowledgeable, more reliable, and the voice of reason. Especially in front of you. He never wanted you to look at him and see anything but a dependable doctor you can put your trust in, someone who will handle your problems and bear all the burdens.

Something makes those traits him in shine more around you. How he never asked you for food even when you knew his supplies were running low, how he always gave you antibiotics and painkillers after each meeting, and reminded you to look out for your health more.

Glancing at the protective clothes you set aside, you remember how he was the one who gave it to you. Paid for out of his own pocket and refused any reimbursement you offered, even the courtesy bottle of milk you tried to convince him to drink was rejected politely.

He always insisted that you should have it. You should save it for emergency days. He is a doctor, he will manage.

He knows best.

"I came here to discuss an important topic with you but...Forget it. It's too late now, the train must have already arrived. I'll make a stop here again after the end of my hospital shift today. Just...please don't wander outside too much."

[sigmadecay]

[seph-on-an-irrational-planet]

At least he remembered his name is Burakh this time

i know at this point artemiy thinks the children’s “friends” are other kids but from daniel’s point of view, since he seemingly knows they’re dogs, isn’t this some guy he literally just met threatening to break his jaw for not being a vet

[ravennm84]

Doctor’s Note

We all know how Lila fakes having different diseases and medical problems, but what would happen if she actually got sick and her mother went to the school to drop off a doctor’s note and pick up Lila’s assignments? Want the answer? Warm-Fuzzies and please enjoy!

Greta Rossi could admit that she was a bit of a workaholic. Being the secretary to the assistant ambassador of Italy, in a city that was constantly under attack by a magical terrorist, was not the easiest job in the world either. It took a lot of early mornings, late nights, and even some weekends to make sure everything was prepared for her boss. But that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t drop everything for her one and only daughter when she needed her. 

Right now, for example, Lila was trapped in bed with a nasty case of strep throat. The poor girl had a fever, white pustules at the back of her throat, and could hardly stop coughing. It was only due to some very strong medicine that she was able to stop coughing long enough to pass out from exhaustion. 

She had contacted her work to let them know she would be taking the week off, and the ambassador had been very understanding. Stressing that he knew how dedicated she was to her work and that it was good for her to take time off for her family. It was only after Lila was sound asleep that she made the phone call to her school, she wanted to make sure they knew why Lila was staying home and that she would be in later that afternoon to pick up her daughter’s assignments for the next week.

The principal, M. Damocles was his name, seemed very happy to have spoken to her and said that he would have her assignments waiting when she came to pick them up. Also, if she could bring the doctors’ notes with her, that would be very much appreciated.

Checking again that Lila was sound asleep, she left a note on her daughter’s bedside table that she was running some errands, would be home soon, and to text her if she needed anything. 

Arriving at the school, she was surprised to see everything running so smoothly and that the reconstruction after the two month akuma attack had been gone so well. She was impressed that she couldn’t even tell the difference between the old and new parts of the building. But then, she wasn’t overly skilled with architecture or building construction, so that wasn’t a surprise to her. 

A few knocks on the door and she entered M. Damocles office. She had only met the man a couple times, but he had seemed like a decent person. It was a shame that he had been akumatized for so long and she was curious about what had happened to cause him to be akumatized, but she wasn’t sure if it was proper to ask him.

“Mme. Rossi, good to see you. I understand that Lila has fallen ill?” He asked, spinning around to grab a blue folder behind his desk.

“Yes, the poor dear has strep throat and has been coughing nonstop for days.” Greta told him as she pulled the doctor’s note from her purse. “Here’s the note you requested, do you have her homework packet?”

Damocles looked over the note for a moment before nodding and looking at her expectantly. “Thank you, do you have her other doctor’s notes?”

Greta tilted her head in confusion. “Does she need more than one? It’s just strep throat, she should be back to school after next week.”

“No madam, this is all I need for her current leave from school. I was referring to the doctor’s notes for her tinnitus, arthritis, sprained wrist, and her lying disease. That last one especially, and any information you can give me on accommodating that one so we do not have a repeat of the incident last month.”

Nothing in the world could have kept her jaw from dropping. What he had just told her? “M. Damocles, everything you just said is completely false. Lila has no such ailments, and I don’t think there is such a thing as a lying disease, unless you are referring to pathological lying.”

The man blinked back at her a few times before raising one hand to rub his brow. “Oh my, Mme. Rossi, I believe you and I must have a long discussion about the things your daughter has been saying and doing since she started school here.”

Her legs were stiff as she lowered herself into a chair, a sick feeling growing in her stomach as M. Damocles pulled a different folder out from his desk.

~oOo~

Over two hours later, many truths had finally come out. 

1) The school had never closed for months due to akumas. 

2) When M. Damocles had been akumatized, it had been at night and did no damage to the school. 

3) Greta was not the ambassador, but a secretary. 

4) Lila did not suffer from any diseases. 

5) They had been in Paris since Lila had started school, no globetrotting whatsoever. 

6) She and her husband were not estranged, he had simply wanted to stay at his dream  job in Venice and she would never force him to leave it for her temporary assignment here in Paris. 

7) Lila’s grandmother was alive and had never owned or given Lila a foxtail necklace. 

8) The phone number on file was Lila’s number, not Greta’s. And the email was supposed to be ‘.gov’ not ‘.com’.

Damocles had also called one of Lila’s classmates to his office, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. When the principal told Greta about the incident from the previous month, she was shocked. Then Marinette told them her side of the story; all the lies, the threats, and finally setting the poor girl up to be expelled. Greta had never been so angry with her daughter in her life. Sure, she had been a good little story teller and actress when she was little, but she never would have thought she could be so cruel.

By the end of her explanation, Marinette was practically in tears.

When she mentioned that Adrien Agreste also knew of Lila’s lies, he was called to the office as well. He was a little more reluctant to talk about what Lila had been saying, but Greta insisted that she wanted to know what her daughter had been doing since coming to school, so he told her. If she hadn’t been disgusted before, she definitely was now. Getting Adrien’s father’s employees in trouble, lying about being friends with Ladybug all while telling Greta that she was a useless hero, sexually harassing Adrien while the boy didn’t even realize that was what she was doing to him. She had become a Gabriel model without her permission, which meant that Lila had likely forged her signatures on the contracts, so she would need to contact M. Agreste to get that sorted out. One of the things that surprised her was hearing that Lila had been akumatized, not once or twice, but three times! 

Not long after that, M. Damocles dismissed the children so he and Greta could finish speaking. He told her that, due to falsifying contact records and two months of truancy, Lila was likely to be expelled. Greta accepted this, knowing that she would have done the same thing in that man’s position. In fact, she already had a plan forming on how to thoroughly punish her deceitful daughter. And since Lila had basically been quarantined for the next week and a half, she knew exactly what to do.

First, she began the paperwork to have Lila pulled out of Francois Dupont, effective immediately and asked to go speak to Lila’s classmates. After hearing what her daughter had put Marinette through, she wanted to make sure everyone knew the truth. Damocles allowed this, first pulling Mme. Bustier from the class to alert her as to what was happening. The woman was appalled to hear what had happened but insisted that she had been in contact with her for months via email, to which Greta informed her that it was not her email, but one that Lila had likely set up to keep the school from contacting her. This shocked the teacher to the point where she heavily leaned against the wall and M. Damocles had to support her to keep from collapsing.

When Greta was finally permitted to address the class and debunk the lies that her daughter had been spewing, there had been a lot of shock and questions to follow. But when a girl named Alya began furiously typing on her phone to blow up at Lila, Greta stopped her.

“I’m going to ask that none of you contact Lila from now on.” Alya and the other students looked at her in surprise, but she continued before anyone could interrupt. “I have already begun putting her punishment into motion and know for a fact that it will not be something she will forget anytime soon. So I ask that you do not call, text, or email her. If she attempts to contact you, tell her that you are busy and can’t talk. If she attempts to invite you over or make plans for the future, tell her that you are unavailable or that you already have plans. If she makes any threats or rude remarks to anyone, please forward those messages to me, I will leave my number for you to do so. Do this so that I may move forward with her punishment without her suspecting that I have discovered the truth.”

Having finally had the wool lifted from their eyes, the students realized just how much attention Lila seemed to demand on a daily basis. So, by acting like they were too busy for her or not in the mood to talk, that will drive her crazy and be a nice bit of revenge for lying to them. The class agreed.

After that, Greta headed home to find that Lila was still asleep but beginning to wake up, if the coughing was any indicator. While still having the chance, she called up her husband back in Venice.

“Pronto.”

“Mio amor, how are you? How are things at the school?”

“Ah, mia bella, the school is wonderful, though I must admit, my urge to see you and Lila grows by the minute. When will you come to visit me?”

“Very soon, actually. I’m afraid that you and I need to have a talk about our daughter.” About thirty minutes and a lot of cursing later, Ciro Rossi was now completely up to date on the actions of their daughter.

“I wish to say that I cannot believe Lila would do such things, but I can’t help remembering that boy, Roberto, from two years ago.”

Yes, Greta remembered him well. He had been a very popular boy at Lila’s school; handsome, rich, from a very well connected family, and from what she understood, completely dedicated to his boyfriend. She hadn’t paid him much attention until Lila came home crying that Roberto had attempted to sexually assault her. Greta and Ciro had refused to let such a thing go unchecked and went to the police to report him. During the weeks to follow, Roberto was put through hell; bullied at school, he was beaten up a few times, his boyfriend broke up with him, and his name slandered all over Venice. They had believed what happened to the boy to be justified… until proof was provided that he was nowhere near Lila when she claimed to have been assaulted. 

She suddenly recanted her story, saying that she must have been mistaken and someone that looked like Roberto assaulted her, but the damage had already been done. The boy and his family moved somewhere far away, and Greta and Ciro were forced to pay restitution to Roberto for ruining his name and reputation. Through her tears, Lila convinced them that it had been an honest mistake and that she hadn’t meant for any of that to happen. It wasn’t long after that, Greta received an offer to be the secretary for the assistant ambassador in Paris. Lila had begged her mother to go with her, claiming that her classmates were now bullying her for what happened to Roberto. Wanting to protect their daughter, they agreed.

Looking back on it now, and noticing the similarities between Roberto and Adrien, both Greta and Ciro were disappointed in themselves for not seeing the truth. Which likely was that Lila had tried to get close to Roberto for his money and connections, and when he turned her down, she lied about the assault to ruin his life, much like she had done to Marinette. And when it came out that she had lied about Roberto, her classmates had turned on her. So when she got the chance to start somewhere new, with people who didn’t know about her lies, she took it. Not caring if she harmed anyone at her new school while repeating old habits. But they were not about to let Lila do the same thing to Adrien or Marinette. Once Greta told her husband her plan, he was all for it and began preparing things on his end. By the time Lila was done being sick, her entire life would have turned upside down.

~oOo~

It took a lot more effort than Greta had expected to hide her intentions for the nine days it took for Lila to get over her case of strep throat, but she had been making good use of that time. 

She had contacted Gabriel Agreste’s secretary and asked about any contracts that may have been signed. When she told her she hadn’t signed any contract and that her daughter would no longer be modelling, the woman had no choice but to accept this and inform M. Agreste of this development. The woman also informed Greta that such a breach of contract would result in Lila being blacklisted from the fashion industry. She agreed and promised that she would inform her daughter of this once she was better.

Greta then looked into Lila’s savings and trust fund, of which she had control of since Lila was still a minor. She drained the accounts to pay restitutions to Marinette for bullying and slander, Adrien for sexual harassment; and then sent the rest of it to Roberto, along with a message that she was now completely aware of the type of person her daughter was and would be adequately punished very soon.

And to keep too much suspicion off of her, Greta began mentioning to Lila how her father desperately wanted to see her after she got better, so after the doctor gave her a clean bill of health, they would be going to Venice to see him. Now that she was watching, Greta saw the twinge of uncertainty at the mention of Venice, but quickly covered it with false excitement for going back to visit her father.

As the day grew closer that they would be heading to Italy, Greta also noticed Lila glaring at her phone with utter malice. She might not have known what was going on if Lila’s classmate, Alya, wasn’t keeping her up-to-date on what Lila was telling them. Her daughter was attempting to tell the class that she was going to be going on a trip with a famous singer after she was better, but her classmates were doing as Greta asked and treating the lies as if they meant nothing. When she accused Marinette of calling her a liar while she was sick and couldn’t defend herself, the class stopped responding. 

One message that was forwarded to Greta nearly had her abandoning her plan and confronting her daughter at that moment. It was a message that Lila had sent to Marinette, who had shared it with Alya, who then forwarded it to Greta. It read:

You fugly, no talent bitch! You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Those stupid sheep were eating up every single one of my lies before I got sick, and now they won’t even talk to me! Just you wait. When I get back to school, I’m going to ruin you in every way imaginable. No one will want to be your friend. By the time I’m done with you, I hope you kill yourself. Maybe I’ll convince someone that you tried to kill me and they’ll kill you for me. Either way, you’re dead. And even if you show someone these messages, no one will believe you over me. 

Greta forwarded the message to Ciro as well. He called her right away to discuss other accommodations that they would be making for Lila in the coming days. There was something seriously wrong with their daughter, and they refused to turn a blind eye to what was happening.

When the day finally came that Lila was better and they were heading to Venice, Greta instructed Lila not to pack her more expensive clothes as she would not want to lose them if their baggage got lost. What her daughter didn’t know was that Greta was planning on selling all of her designer clothes, jewelry, her electronics, and everything else to continue paying restitutions to Marinette, Adrien, and Roberto. And it wasn’t like she would need them soon, anyway.

The plane ride was a bit nerve racking for Greta, as she worried about giving something away and Lila figuring out her plan; but if she did, it didn’t show. When they landed at Venice Marco Polo Airport, she had to resist her sigh of relief. The plan was almost ready to be put in action. 

When she saw Ciro waiting for them in his dress whites, her heart sped a bit more. The man was, without a doubt, the most handsome man she’d ever met, and was the love of her life. Being away from him for so long was difficult, but what else could they do? Her husband was a Capitano di Vascello of the Italian Navy and had worked very hard to get where he was. Although he was semi-retired now and no longer served on a ship, he had followed his dream and became the Vice Principal for the premier naval academy in Venice, Francesco Morosini Naval Military School. 

He had gone to the school when he was younger and always claimed that it was the best experience he could have ever wished for. That being in that school saved his life. So when he continued into the navy to serve his country, he made it his goal to one day become the Principal of the school that saved him, so that he could do the same for other students. And now, they would be doing the same for Lila.

Greta and Ciro had thought of admitting Lila to Francesco Morosini when she came of age, but quickly realized that she was not the Navy type and did not want to force her into it. That choice was no longer Lila’s and she would be staying at the military school where it was Ciro’s job, not only as a father, but as an administrator of the school, to keep a close eye on any problem children.

Ciro embraced Greta and then Lila before taking their bags and walking them to his car. Lila was talking at length to her father about all her friends at school, all the happenings in Paris, and even mentioned her boyfriend, Adrien Agreste.

“You would like him, Papa. He’s a model, a gentleman, and his father is the designer, Gabriel Agreste. And he treats me like a princess!” Lila gushed as she showed her father a picture of Lila kissing the blonde boy’s cheek. Greta had seen that picture and had even asked Adrien about it while they had spoken in M. Damocles office. Lila had apparently kissed him without permission when she took that picture, and then sent it to every girl in Adrien’s contact list to make it seem like they were dating. 

Ciro played along, asking questions about her classes, Adrien, the akuma situation that he had heard about over the news, and other things to keep Lila from growing suspicious. Sure enough, she prattled on through the entire car and ferry ride to Venice. Only seeming to look around questioning when they arrived at the Naval school, rather than their apartment.

“What are we doing here?” She asked, looking at her father in confusion.

The two parents dropped the act and glared at their daughter in disappointment and anger. “I’m surprised at you, young lady,” Greta started. “Did you really think you could keep lying to us? We. Know. Everything.”

They watched as her olive skin quickly paled. “What do you mean? I didn’t lie, I sw-”

“We know the school never closed,” Ciro interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument or interruption. “We know about you lying to your classmates and teachers about having disabilities and diseases. We know about you changing our contact information on your school records. We know about you bullying and sexually harassing your classmates. We know about the threats you’ve made to that one girl. We know that you’ve been akumatized multiple times. We know the truth about what you really did to Roberto two years ago! WE KNOW EVERYTHING!”

With every word he said, Lila seemed to inch away from her irate parents and shrink into herself. At the same time, they saw the rage and contemplation in her eyes. She was angry at being caught and was already trying to think of a way out of trouble. Not that they would give her a chance to even try.

“But I didn’t li-”

“Lie number one, Ladybug is a useless superhero that let your school get damaged and spent months trying to deakumatize your principal, which is why you were out of school for two months.” Greta interrupted that time, pinning her daughter with a glare that she usually reserved for idiot interns who screwed up important paperwork at the embassy. “I personally spoke to your principal and looked into Ladybug. The school never closed. Ladybug and Chat Noir have always defeated the akumas and restored the damage thanks to their abilities. And you told the school that you and I were off globetrotting to places like Achu.”

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. She was just beginning to stammer out an excuse when her father spoke over her.

“Lie number two, a girl named Marinette Dupain-Cheng has been bullying you because she is jealous of your relationship with your boyfriend, Adrien Agreste. We have seen the texts that you have sent that girl, the most recent saying,” Ciro pulled out his phone to read off of the text “‘...I’m going to ruin you in every way imaginable. No one will want to be your friend. By the time I’m done with you, I hope you kill yourself…’ Does that sound familiar to you?” 

“I also personally spoke to Adrien after I spoke to Marinette, and found out that not only are you not his girlfriend, but you have been sexually harassing him! You even showed us proof in that picture you took where you kissed him!”

“But that’s not sexual harassment!” Lila shot back at them as her panic grew.

“Any unwelcome sexual advances, requests for sexual favors, and other verbal or physical conduct of a sexual nature constitutes sexual harassment. Your mother and I memorized that when you accused Roberto of assault, which is another thing you lied about! And let me guess, you wanted to use that boy’s popularity and family connections for a leg-up, but he turned down your advances since he was gay. You didn’t take that rejection well, so you told us he assaulted you. Is that what happened?”

“How did you-” Lila interrupted herself that time by slapping her hand over her mouth, quickly realizing that she had confirmed what her father had just said.

“Well, congratulations young lady. You have earned a complete overhaul on your life.” 

“What do you mean?” Lila didn’t want to know, but it seemed like she had no choice but to ask.

“Your modelling contract with Gabriel is done,” Greta told her, noticing her wince since they weren’t supposed to know about that either. “I spoke with his assistant and discovered that you forged my signatures on the contracts to let you model. They were kind enough not to pursue legal action against you, but they have asked that I inform you that you have been blacklisted from the fashion industry, so that career option is completely closed off to you.”

“Your mother educated your friends at school with the truth. They know about all your lies and have kept us apprised of what you have been saying, the rumors you have been attempting to spread about going on a trip with a random music star, and were kind enough to forward that threatening message you sent to that girl, Marinette. They are no longer interested in being your ‘sheep’.”

“Not that you will be returning to that school,” Greta continued. “Your truancy has made that impossible, even if we did want you to stay there to face the consequences of your actions. Which includes paying restitution to the people you’ve hurt.”

“Paying!” Ciro and Greta watched as Lila’s right eye began to twitch as she snapped at them.

“Yes, paying. I’ve already emptied out your savings and trust fund to pay back Marinette, Adrien, and Roberto for what you’ve done to them-”

“You can’t do that! That’s my money!” She screamed, stomping her foot at her mother like a five year old throwing a tantrum.

“Money that you earned illegally modelling after forging my signature. And you are a minor, I am well within my rights to take that money to pay for the damages you have incurred. I will also be selling your laptop, tablet, mobile phone, as well as the clothes and jewelry you left in Paris. Seeing as you won’t be needing them anymore.”

As she said this, Lila clutched her phone and hugged it against her chest. “How am I supposed to talk to anyone without my phone?”

“Pen and paper, and if you need to speak with your mother, there’s my office phone or the payphone in the barracks, where you will be staying.” 

The girl’s eyes grew impossibly wide as she looked at her parents in a panic. They couldn’t mean…

Ciro smiled the smile that he used to greet the families whose children were in need of discipline. “Welcome to Francesco Morosini Naval Military School, where we strive to give children an education that will help them for their future and the world that waits for them.”

~oOo~

There had been a lot of begging, crying, and screaming after that as Lila did everything she could to try and change her parents’ minds. This was a total nightmare for her. Forced to wear a uniform she hated. Surrounded by students, teachers, and her father; all of whom knew that she was a liar. No one gave her the type of attention she craved, but everyone was giving her the overly watchful attention she despised. She couldn’t even enjoy becoming an akuma anymore, as she was far out of Hawkmoth’s reach.

Greta and Ciro had gone out to dinner afterwards in an attempt to de-stress, only to get a call an hour later that Lila had tried to steal a boat and run away from the school. She was put on a 24/7 watch after that, now required to wear a tracking monitor wherever she went and was on bathroom and floor cleaning duty for the foreseeable future.

When Greta returned to Paris, she went about doing exactly as she promised. She sold Lila’s electronics, clothes, and jewelry; only keeping a pair of plastic stud earrings that her grandmother had given her. She met with M. Damocles again to let him know that everything had been taken care of. She contacted the Dupain-Cheng family to let them know that Lila wouldn’t be bothering their daughter again. That was probably the most pleasant thing she did, as they were a lovely family and sent her off with a box of assorted scones, so yummy! When she had them send a box of goodies to her husband in Venice, he called her a few days later and begged her to send more whenever she could.

Lila absolutely hated seeing her father enjoy pastries from the bakery of her rival’s family. That, along with being forced to talk to a psychiatrist three times a week to make her admit that she was a liar and to figure out why she feels the need to lie. All while wearing a horrible uniform and actually having to clean. She was in her own personal hell. How she wished that she had never gotten sick.

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[theramseyloft]

I was talking to my roommate about what’s happening in the loft right now, and it occurred to me: is there a possibility their feed is the problem? As in “somewhere down the manufacturing line something happened that shouldn’t have”? If it’s in the budget it may be worth swapping feeds ASAP…

I am looking into a different feed blend, but that's because they act like they aren't getting enough nutrition, despite their daily meal being almost 3/4 of a 5 gallon bucket of feed, of which I pick up about 1/3 as leftovers the next day.

I don't think Chewy or Versele-Laga have ever sent me anything spoiled.

Chewy has sent me the wrong blend all of twice, and customer service saw to it that I got replacement bags immediately.

Spoiled seed was involved, but that was entirely on me.

I didn't realize there was a leak in the seal of my storage shed door and water from a recent rain had pooled around the bottom of a bag, until it split at the loft door and spilled everywhere.

That stuff is SUPER fertile! Normally, it sprouts almost as soon as it touches water, and I pull up the greenery for my mother in law to compost.

I have mentioned in other asks and places being a pathological creature of habit.

I am an autistic woman with ADHD.

I have yet to find a medication that works for me without fucking me over, and have honestly given up.

Not an excuse, mind. Just a fact of my existence that I have to work around.

I do that largely by doing everything in a very specific order every day.

I depend on certain visual cues to remember to do something that is not part of the daily routine.

In this case, it would have been the presence of greenery to pull up.

But we had several weeks of overnight freezes, and it never sprouted.

It did finally begin to germinate during a hot, rainy week and a half, but the place I live is literally drained marsh land.

Water doesn't drain for shit after two days of rain.

The new growth drowned and spoiled, and during that time, my endometriosis symptoms very suddenly intensified to an extent that had me very scared.

Between that and the visual cue that I had come to depend on never happening, I just kept walking through that patch of ground in front of my loft door.

I didn't notice anything unusual about it until the day the flock started vomiting, and at the time, I was certain they had ODed on their salt and mineral brick (which is easier for them to get more from when it's absorbed moisture from the air).

Salt poisoning is pretty immediately fatal, so that was where my attention was.

When Cheeto and then Cotta got sick, it became clear that there was a pathogen, and I was the vector.

That the doves and the rescues in quarantine never got sick meant it wasn't being transmitted on my hands.

We narrowed it down to my sandals because Cheeto spends a lot of time in the laundry room, where I take them off.

The only birds that didn't get sick were the ones that didn't have access to them, so by process of elimination, it was most likely tracked in from that gross patch in my yard.

(This morning's screenshots go into more detail about what we did to clean that up.)

Storm was at the vet for her re-evaluation the day after symptoms started, and I told my vet what was going on at the loft, along with my suspicion at the time of salt poisoning.

I am not a vet.

Just a professional pigeon keeper with a microscope and a lot of experience with this specific species' most common parasites.

I am only set up to ID and treat worms, fungi, and protozoa in house, though.

I take video and screenshots of what I find under the microscope, so my vet is never just going on my word and can correct me if I have missed or misidentified something.

Because birds go all over the US from my home, I am extremely communicative with my vet, and she is extremely communicative with the state vet and a network of specialists when anything goes wrong with the flock, or if any new rescue needs intensive care.

And we work out a plan of action together.

If I decide to try anything off plan, she is the first person to know exactly what and with what reasoning, and the bird in question is always brought back to document results.

Because the conditions were ideal for contracting Giardia and the symptoms were alarmingly similar, we decided to start with a fecal to check for it, just in case.

When it wasn't found, she took a sample to double check and do gram staining.

I tried to get the most recent body at the time to UGA while I was waiting on those results, but I wasn't travel safe that week due to my own medical issues and they were so backed up that their answering service was saying for people to find literally any other vet.

So I was just stuck.

When nothing unusual was found in the gram stain, my vet called the state lab on my behalf and arranged for me to be the courrier of the bird that was just put down to be necropsied and tested.

She called to check on that yesterday, and the results are still pending, but they say they should have them in the next day or two.